You see a lot of debate on FB about the Vikings TV show, whether it is accurate, historical and so on. I regard myself as a bit of a historian and I know when the Vikings raided Lindisfarne and I know who and how the Norman empire was formed. The writers of the show have spun a yarn together that link all these characters in a gripping show, but far more important than this they are trying to show us the Vikings as a people, a culture and as Godly race, be it their own Gods.
This to me is far more important, for this gives our ancestors a face, a voice and a point of view to the world they lived in. It is in the Saga's we learn of the Norse Gods, In the Anglo Saxon chronicles we hear of their raids, All of these stories were written down by Christian monks long after the events and from a purely the church's point of view.
The original stories would have been sung by skalds in mead halls across the lands. Each bard putting his own spin on the tale, in the way it was told.This was important and so it is with this tale, we could argue about small things, time lines and relationships but what is most important is that the story is told from the point of view of the Norsemen and women. Watch , make your own mind up whether they or Christians were in the right.

I have been trying to figure out how the "Vikings" show on the History channel seems to be related to every spiritual problem that arises in my life. Is this the reawakening of the collective OND? Is Odin speaking directly to us through the TV? Now I know this is sounding a bit nuts but the ether that television, the Internet and all modern multimedia exist within could be the Frithgarth of Norse mythology (The barrier, no man's land that surrounds Midgard). If this is so ,then it would make perfect sense for the Wise One to call his people home within this medium.
If you don't watch the show, watch it, I warn you it is extremely violent ( If anyone thinks that the world we live in is not violent, you must be living under a rock). It will help people understand the need to for fill the warrior's call within all men.  This is one area that is less and less honored in our society, and so young men lose their way. No rites of passage to guide them, no elders to look up to or to turn to. Then the society becomes a place where the young have no voice and the old are palmed off to a nursing home.
I dream of a time, a tribe where each and every voice is heard and all have a place at the council fire. We have stripped the very core of the tribal system away, back the basic one family unit. Then exerted great pressures to achieve, enforced great debts weighing them down. This sounds just like the Norman feudal system that existed in Britain in the 11th century. Then what we call government becomes the Overlords, the common man but a serf scratching a living, blinded by the illusion that he really owns the earth he walks upon.
How can we ever own the Earth, a simple rock has been here millions of years, we stand but for a brief flicker of time. What we are, is the Land Guardians, gifted with the honor to be caretakers as we take our turn, our watch, over this beautiful planet (Midgard) that we are lucky to call home
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Many  visions and messages have come over the last week or so, all indicating for me to honor, totally, the Odinic path. I have accepted the pathways of others but many in Midgard see the road of Odin as wrong or try to link it to other energies to soften his teachings. This was also true for myself, but those days are gone.
 I am a shaman of Odin. his teachings, his wisdom, his medicine, for this is to truly honor my lineage, to hallow my ancestors. I never asked for a spiritual path, in fact if it hadn't come life would be so much easier but it did.
It was the power of Odin and the mystical runic path that grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and showed me the light and I will be forever grateful.
Now he wishes me to teach his wisdom, to allow others to connect to the source through his tools. My God does not live in a temple, he lives within us,  in our DNA. I believe those genes that have laid dormant far too long and are about to wake up.
His omens and signs are everywhere, if he calls you, answer, even if it is to say" No thank you, not interested." But if it feels right and you feel the stir of your Viking blood, I welcome you upon the road I travel.

Over the last couple of days I have realized how important it is to keep in touch with those that destiny chose you to meet. Many things get in the way, earning money, getting clients and holding workshops, basically life in general. So this is a reminder that there is some important work to do and all in the name of the Gods.
We know who we are, we have had the calling and touched the void. There is no turning back from this point on, so embrace the journey. There are so many who never get to experience the quest, to be shown something greater. So regard yourself as lucky and privileged to be tapped on the shoulder, to have the sight, hear the words, to be downloaded the knowledge.
Below is a line from a prayer I use for honoring the members of my tribe, past, present and future. The section below is a message to us who live NOW
" I call to my brothers and sisters of this time, we are the keepers of the beacon fire, the guardians of the magic. We are the link in the chain that binds together past and future. We must be strong, we will be strong, we are strong."

Some things have come to light for me in recent days, as most of you know, I follow the path of Odin. His teachings and wisdom have taken  me through doorways to find an understanding  in my life that never existed before. My Father's family are from Porter Down, Northern Ireland. as a child I did not understand "the Troubles" as both sides were Christian but hated each other.
As a man I rejected all religions as I believed it was just a sign of weakness, having to have someone to turn to, thus lived a life of karmic chaos. It was only when I lost everything and been stripped back to the bare bones, that I had the realization, that there was a place for faith in my life. Then the Norse and Celtic Gods of my tribal ancestors came to me. They gave me direction and a sense of belonging, for the first time to know who I really was.
The path I walk now is of a Vitki (Norse Shaman). I do not force my beliefs on anyone and honor all other men's views. In the last few months it has become clear that I can accept and respect others faiths but to the majority, what I hold dear is evil, demonic, blasphemy and the world should be rid of people like me. It is hard but I am used to this from my Christian upbringing, knowing that there are places I could go where I would have been killed for what my parents believed.
So now in my adult life those childhood demons rise again, even though these people  know nothing of me or what I hold dear or those I help. Because anyone who is not part of their gang is not worthy to breath air.
I hope Odin can give me the strength to understand them or give me the courage to say no more. It cannot carry ont, I am kin to Odin, he is my strength, my council, my protector and I am proud to be one of his chosen. He is there for all who are called to walk in the footsteps of the ancestors.

 This Winter has been a dark time for many of the people I love, a time when we have had to come to terms our own mortality as we have faced the deaths of those who have shared our lives. In six weeks I will be taking my pilgrimage back to Avalon, where six months before I said my prayers for my beloved mother who is no longer with us. This current period between Spring Equinox and Beltane contains and brings up much powerful medicine. This time of deep searching and awakening culminates with the Winter king returning to his resting place for the summer.
This will be the first time myself and my shaman brother will hold our retreat in Glastonbury together, combining our two teachings.
Within this workshop I will be lead sacred visions and walks to the holy and inspirational locations mentioned in my Book " Raising the Runes, A shamanic journey through Avalon". This is beginning to sound a lot like a sales pitch, but it is not, I am passionate about both the runes and Avalon in equal measures and I want to reveal this magic to others. Each connection has intrinsically made me the shaman I am today.
In my Mother's last days, she allowed me to use my spiritual gifts to guide her across the bridge and for her to glimpse those who were waiting to meet her. This was without a doubt the holiest work I had ever performed. The peace this medicine gave her and myself will never leave me. It is my life's work to share this knowledge and spread the word of this medicine.
With Tim Raven, I hope to bring together the divine teachings of the Germanic and Northern tribes with the ancient powers  and healing gifts of the Celtic lands. Showing our students, using the protective ability of the Elder Futhark runes, how to step through the doorways, in to the worlds of mystery that surround us, and just for a brief moment, get to touch the source. This is our quest, to be real, authentic and guide those who seek the truth. We will carefully, pilot their course along the well trodden path of our ancestors, to hopefully reveal the deeper understanding of life and the cosmos our predecessors enjoyed.
If you are called to seek out a deeper meaning or dream of something ancient and all knowing, please peruse my website.
I hold a bi-weekly radio blog where you can ask questions and experience demonstrations of the runic energies or just listen to the tales of those who came before us.
www.jeremyrjwhite.com

Today we are in the equinox the beginning of Summer time THE AWAKENING. This week a lot of stuff has come up about the many wives of Odin. The first two Jord, mother of Thor and Frigga mother of Baldur and Hod and possibly Tyr are mentioned many times in the sagas. Odin is always seen as the Winter king but the Saxon May Day festival was about Odin bringing his love to the cold maiden Rinda, who was his next wife. She represents the frozen Earth and the coming together of male and female brings new life back to the land, with whom then Odin fathered Vali. By the goddess Grid he begot the son Vidar who avenges him at Ragnarok.
In his final days he built a special hall for the goddess Saga, the goddess of history and stories and spent many long afternoon in her company speaking and reciting the tales of old.  Each and everyone has a place of importance within the Norse pantheon and all deliver a strong message.

Jord...The good Earth
Frigga... Compassion
Rinda...Awakening
Grid....The future
Saga...The past

A beautiful sunrise this morning heralded in an unusual day. Walked the dog and came across the biggest pile of fresh bear scat ( I mean steaming fresh) about twenty yards from the house. I had to scream at Boo she was ready to dive head first into it and have a good old roll. So I was extra alert during the walk, I have come across bears a couple of times on my wilderness adventures and they are normally accompanied by a strange musky smell, but not this time so I think the bear had moved just abou of range.
 Did my first reading around 11.am, just as I was finishing my connection chant a massive spirit eagle landed on my hands, It was a scruffy looking bald eagle, sort of speckled. I discussed this vision with the client, it only had minor relevance to her. After the reading I came down stairs, sat at the kitchen table to drink a cup of tea and the same eagle was reflected in the black screen of my kindle (As it was turned off)
I quickly turned and saw the huge bird fly right past the window.
It was a Bald eagle but a juvenile one, lord knows how big this bird will be when it is fully grown.
So I saw this bird in vision before it turned up. I believe it is trying to show me something but at the moment I just can't quite get it, stay turned.

A beautiful spring morning in the wilderness, that sort of sunlight that does you good. I went to the birch grove to say my prayers and give my offerings to the Gods. As I was walking back I heard a squeaking in the brushes below a huge Douglas pine. I stopped and tossed a pebble into the undergrowth and out scampered two squirrels, who flitted up the trunk of the tree then froze, staring at each other face to face.
Wow, I though these two love birds must have been mating, how beautiful on such a wondrous morning. I had decided to interrupt their courtship, I felt bad. They were still, Boo was still and I was still. I silently chanted Kenaz to make myself invisible so they could go about their spring pleasures.
Yes, they did go about their business, beating the crap out of each other, what I had disturbed was a territorial battle over borders and now they could not see me they were really going for it.
Hence the thought for the day, spring is about new life and establishing your place in it,

claiming what is rightfully yours, even to the point of fighting for it. If you want to be successful you have to go about it with a warrior's heart. This is a powerful message for me, to stand up and be counted, to stand out from the crowd. Always know your purpose, the reason for your crusade. Mine is to spread the word of Odin, the runes and the magic of  the Aesir and the Vanir, to honor my ancestors and what they believed.
. The picture above is of me doing the Tuesday market in Glastonbury. I used to get out on the streets, speak to folks about my shamanic path, the runes  and what I believed. I  dressed to be noticed, always wearing my medicine hat. I have to find a way to do this on the Internet other than posting lots of mindless drivel every ten minutes.
Back then Some people loved me, some people hated me but everybody noticed me.
To spread the word of the All father I must be seen.

Happy St Patrick's day to those of you of Celtic blood. Today I was up really early (first light) as the mists were rising off the river. The way our house is situation, it was like I was above the clouds. This feeling took me back to Glastonbury Tor and standing looking out over the horizon with the morning sun shimmering across the top of the sacred mists.
This time of day has always been my favourite, since childhood I have always been an early riser. When back in Avalon, this is when I would do most of my vision work. It seemed so much easier to step across the veil when the landscape was caressed by this dreamy atmosphere. I would just close my eyes, chants my chants and be gone across the mythical bridge, to receive messages, teachings and inner peace.

My first night alone in the wilderness, my wife is away seeing her family. Ahhhh peace and quiet, what peace and quiet?
The coyotes, I mean a pack of them were bickering and howling, which in turn started Boo off, barking the house down. This had the effect of waking up Rhemmy our elderly pom, who is virtually  stone deaf and now he is yapping at every shadow. So at 2.00AM this morning I found myself shouting out the window telling our local coyote hoard to "Shut the F##k up!" Strangely enough it worked.
Rather than be at one with the environment I was the angry bear who you keep clear of. After the ruckus I drifted off in to vision, in which Hugwynn, the raven guardian of Glastonbury Tor came to me. It took me back to sitting in my holy place and feeding him and his mate, Munna. What it showed me, was not some revelation but the dream allowed me to just be with the ravens and enjoying their company. This was a message for me here, to just embrace the forest. The peace, the tranquility, the noise and the chatter is all part of the experience.
So next time the coyotes kick off I will listen for wisdom in their words, hopefully without firing the shot gun out the window.

In the Summer of 2010, Tara and I visited the Stone circle of Avebury. This site is the biggest stone circle in the South west of England, which encircles a Wiltshire village. This area is at the heart of the crop circle phenomenon. These mysterious patterns are not just a modern quandary, they appeared though out history. In the middle ages a farmer could burnt at the stake for being in league with dark forces, for allowing the Devil to reap their crop. So you can imagine, how quickly they harvested their field if they saw any sort of ungodly disturbance.
Anyway enough of the history, we were talking to some shop keepers in Avebury about Crop circles and were informed that the day before one had appeared  on Windmill Hill, Apparently a man had walked his dog by the wheat field at 7am  and when he returned half an hour later the vast image had appeared in the field. So taking our trusty Mitsubishi Delica 4x4 van we headed across country to find the site.
The road we chose had not been driven by any vehicle for a long time, Tara got out and walked in front of the vehicle to guide me away from rocks and deep holes. This was a real expedition, full on Indiana Jones. When we got to the site there was an array of average street cars parked up. I could not believe they had driven the track I had just taken. So I asked someone who explained that there was a much easier tarmac road that leads you right to the spot and couldn't believe I had driven in the other way. Anyway the off roading was fun, if not necessary.
We made our way across the huge field and into the Crop circle, this was a first experience for both of us. How any man or man made device could have created this was beyond me, the pattern was huge and extremely intricate. The closer you looked at every detail the more fascinating it was.The very center  was woven together like a basket, some of the wheat stalks had been knotted.
I sat in meditation at the very center, I was expecting some extra terrestrial force to contact me. But no, my intuition told me that this message had originated at the core of the Earth and was a communication to those who were watching from space. I know this is in complete contrast to the general consensus but it is what I felt. Take a close look at our pics and decide for yourself.
In  the summer 2016 I plan to lead a retreat in search of sacred circles, crop or otherwise. Please get in touch if you are interested.

These are some close up shots of the crops and below is an aerial view of the same circle which puts everything into perspective.

A view from the Holy Thorn.
There is a place, a small hill, a sacred shrine in the Isle of Avalon where Joseph of Arimathea build the first christian church in Britain. At that site he planted his staff in the ground, from there a thorn tree grew and to this day it still blooms at Christmas. The hill in question is called Wearyall Hill and from this site you get the best view of Glastonbury Tor, the home of the Faerie King "Gwynn ap Nudd".
I was lucky enough to live in Glastonbury whilst the tree still thrived and unlucky enough to see it hacked down by so called vandals.The Local press blamed it on students or those nasty pagans, not realising, to pagans all trees are sacred especially this one. No one knows for sure who did the despicable deed, all I know is that I witnessed the out pouring of grief it caused in the town and the world at large. This tree was and still is a symbol of hope to all faiths.
Each time I go home to Glastonbury, I wish the tree well and give it a blessing and send it healing and ask it to bless me in return. The last time, there were actually a couple of green shoots sprouting from the devastated trunk. It is a place where I sit, just be still and wonder how many others have gazed upon the splendor of this magical view.

For those of you who have read my book " Raising the Runes" up to the last rune Daegaz. There is a part where the beast reveals himself to me in the sunrise cloud formations. Being a shaman of the 21st century I had just turned my phone back on and took a picture of the face I saw looking down on me. He appears in the top left corner just before the Sun's rays wiped his image from the twilight sky

 When I hold my retreats and workshops in Glastonbury, part of the course will be to visit some of the most sacred places in the book where I experienced profound visions and teachings and allow you to connect in your own way.

Two days ago Tara and I were stopping to pick up the post at the end of the lane, when Tara pointed out what we thought was a coyote. It stopped and stared, not really afraid of us at all. I said I think its a wolf because of its size, bigger than a German shepherd. The only thing was its ears were very large and rounded tips more like a coyote. Then the animal ran off across a field of cattle, it was only then we could compare how really large it was. We both agreed this was probably a Coy Wolf a hybrid of the two species. These animals  are less afraid of humans than either of the two subspecies.
When the spirit of coyote turns up be aware of tricksters and use your wits to control events and even see the funny side of it, this will stop anger controlling your emotions.

My one day workshops are finally revealed, they will be held at several venues in the US and possibly in the UK. These will be a series of seven classes that will work in conjunction with book signings at each location. The first of these seminars is called "A Gift From The Fae"
This is a far softer way to open the doors to the Norse, Saxon and Celtic pantheons. The Faeries, Elves, Dwarfs,Goblins, Sprites and Gnomes are laced richly within all the above cultures. Within the classes we will be discussing the names and origins of all the different root-races that shared our ancestors world. These beings did not disappear we just lost the ability to see them ( or should I say some did)
They have different names depending on the origin of the tale. To the Welsh they are the
Tylwyth Teg, to the Scots Brownies or Finfolk, to the Irish the Sidhe ( Pronounced Shee) and to the English the Fae ( or the Fair faced)
They all still exist in the dimensions that surround ours. Within the workshop I will be using drum visions and shamanic techniques to briefly reopen these doorways  and take a glimpse of the magic that exists there. This world is called Vanaheim, the domain of the woodland and fertility spirits where the gods Freyr and Freyja reside.
The intention is by the end of the day the students will have a deeper understanding of the spiritual significance of these beings and if not seen them in vision, felt their presence. 

It is quite amazing that when you start to ask the gods for stuff and it starts to appear. You must remember the bargain struck, your part of the deal. For me this is easy, I promised to spread the word of Odin and the Aesir and if at all posible I would rebuild Uppsala in my time. I am what I am today through the guidance of the wise one. He is my strength, and my wisdom. The oak tree I lean on when I am week and hide behind when I am scared and I am honored to water that tree and plant the acorns  where ever I go across Midgard.
This path is free flowing, the Allfather whispers his words softly and allows you to make up your own mind. He is not an unreachable God. He can be sad, he can be lonely, he can be angry, he can love and HE CAN LAUGH LOUDLY. These are all very human traits and that is why his teachings make so much sense to me. I understand him because he understands me.
Hail Odin

A great class last night with my shamanic students ( Thank you Ladies). Some interesting points came up. One particular point was raised, a member of my class said " Is it just that easy, draw the helm and that is it?"
The answer is simple. " No"
A symbol is just a symbol, it is us that gives it power and intent. A church is just a stack of bricks and stone henge is nothing but some nicely arranged boulders. It is each and every man, woman and child who raises their hands to the gods and gives thanks, says prayers, holds ceremony and sits in vigil that make these sites holy. Every life time through the passing centuries has added more to the collective sacredness of the precious sites.
So the symbol is just a symbol, then you give it meaning, give it direction ,a destination. You honor its origins, those who gave their lives for this sigil to make it to here and now. Then we say prayers and give thanks and it becomes a whole different energy. We have faith in it and those who gifted it to us and we feel part of something bigger than the individual. The symbol is being directed by a divine source. It is then and only then you can manifest miracles.

Last night I held my voice of Odin pod cast. On this occasion I didn't stop every couple of minutes to explain what I had just read from the sagas. Instead I read the whole story, allowing the listeners to become more involved in the tale, only after it was told did we get involved with questions. This seems to honor the storytellers craft of the Bard or Skald far more than my previous discussions and that is how it will be from now on. So be prepared for Odinic story telling in the future.
I am also hoping to do the same project for New 72 Media based around the Celtic tales. I may follow the path of Odin but half my blood is Celtic. Previously I have studies the ways of my Irish and Welsh forefathers, even though I learnt their crafts , these did not resonate with me. It was the runes that called me. Strangely though as I started retracing my steps and reading the the stories of the invasions once more, a new found depth and magic appeared. This is the coming together of the red and white Dragons, a way the Norse and the Celt mysteries can combine as one.

The golden sun streaks across the waters and kisses the crisp frosty grass, What a glorious morning. Walking Boo out on the point the Spring sunshine is interrupted by the sudden chill as I step into the shadows of the huge cedar trees. I carry on my path until I reach the birch grove, it is here that I scan the branches of the trees seeking out the unmistakable shapes of each rune.
I chant each loudly and then inhale it into my being. Then I take on the shape of the stanza (runic yoga) of Uruz. With my final breath of the sequence I bellow like a buffalo and feel the beasts energy coursing though my veins. This is how the runes work, on every aspect of your mind, body and soul.
Thank you Odin

After a day of peace and quite just chilling, I set off into the forest this morning with a new attitude. I accepted the beauty of the fresh crisp morning, the glorious sunshine kissing my face, its warmth warming my skin. Ah it is good to be alive! Every sound of the forest echoed through me , healing me, guiding me to the world tree.
I gave my offerings and said my prayers and called out the twenty four runes of the Elder Futhark. When I normally finish this I Say
" Wisdom of Odin
Strength of Thor
Healing of Frigg"
But today those words changed slightly, they were not statements today, they were requests. Today I called out loudly.
"Grant me the guidance of Odin
may I be blessed with the strength of Thor.
Goddess Frigga, heal me with your touch.
I accept the abundance of Freyja
Give me the virility of Frey,
Baldr please protect me in all I do.
May Idunna bless me with long life
Help me understand the patience of Heindall
May I feel Nanna's companionship.
I accept the cunning of Loki, 
Let me rejoice in the happiness of Siff
and allow me to understand the balance of Hella"
The big difference is today I physically asked the gods to grant me these gifts. I finally get it ,if you really want it you have to Ask.