
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.
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