Soul Migration To Primordial Antarctica

I had the strangest dream last night - my soul flew to and hovered over primordial Antarctica (like many earthly creatures return to their places of origin during periodic migratory journeys). In the dream, Antarctica was the original source (even long before becoming "human") of my unfolding existence as a creature of the earth and I had returned to it. Odd.

These facts about Antarctica are interesting - during the Eocene epoch Antarctica was an area covered in warm rainforests, not ice sheets. The Eocene epoch is also notable for the "dawn" of modern ('new') fauna - new evolutionary forms of creatures upon the earth - so perhaps in my dream my soul was returning to the "dawn" of the evolutionary line which would eventually give rise to humans and to me. During the Eocene epoch, the earliest members of the order of primates evolved - cool! I think my dream (and very deep genetic memory) is revealing to me that my earliest primate ancestors first evolved in Antarctica.

Finding My Tribe

I'm really excited - I believe my ancestors are trying to communicate to me the ancient tribe to which I belong!

This is going to be a convoluted post, but I want to explain recent events that have happened (through which the "story of transmission" is being communicated) and also the mechanism by which I think this communication is being transmitted to me so that my experiences and the numinous power through which my "folk story" is being built from connections to these events is given such that recognition among others in my folk may be ignited (to both help me identify my tribe and to help others identify their tribes as well).

Before I go into all that, I want to put out there my conclusion - that the ancient tribe to which I belong / come from starts with the letter "H" and also has the letters "O", "L" and "Y" in it, and has a similar number of letters (or one more) in it as does the name "Harlan." I am also associated my tribe's name with the name "Hoyt" for some reason, although the tribal name isn't the name Hoyt (but may be related or similar to the name Hoyt in some way). My tribal name may also have a letter "N" in it at the end, but I'm not as sure about that as I am about the other letters. I am most certain about the tribal name beginning with the letter "H" (so this is likely why my patroness is Hela, and my birth letter is Hagalaz). Maybe something like Holboyn or Hoylbyn (but not necessarily exactly like these, as this full name part is foggy).

Anyway, the events with necessary details and the numinous power to drive the construction (by my ancestors) of my "folk story" in my dreams are these:

1. a Conan post by Steve (on a Asatru forum) which led to my dream of my transformation into a Valkyrie
2. another post about another Asatruar searching for his own genetic tribe and his own family's name Harlan
3. a RedIceRadio radio show that I listened to last night with English Asatruar Dan Rayner, who wants to awaken his folk
4. the Mjölnir Dan Rayner wears on the radio show's program banner - on Dan's facebook page (which I visited after listening to the interview), a commenter on this RedIce program FB post asked where Dan got the hammer he is wearing - Dan hadn't commented yet, but I sell one "similar" (if not exactly like) the one Dan is wearing, so I linked the guy to where (on my website) he can get a hammer like the one Dan is wearing (this highlight's the Law of Similarity or the metagenetic Law of Near Relatedness, as my family most recently came from England as is Dan an English-Germanic person).

So, these recent events in my life (as many dreams are constructed from details present in recent life) are the events which held many of the details and the numinous power necessary to fuel the construction of the dream through which my ancestors are trying to communicate to me the name of my ancient tribe.

Since historically most tribal affiliations are inherited through the father's line, I am assuming my own tribal affiliation is also one from my paternal ancestry. My dad's surname is Taylor, which is an English occupational surname - where occupational surnames are relatively recent inventions and do not identify the tribe. The tribe is not an occupation, so the name Taylor is not my dad's ancient tribal name - it must be something else other than an occupation (although occupations may be passed down through families as well, so the historical occupational name is not without its own clues).

My dream last night was this - I was in a very large university class - like the ones they hold in hall-auditoriums). We all brought a class-book in which to record our work for that class (like a lab book and/or a grimoire). The book each of us brought was named, each one we brought had a general name that could fit many people. My book (at least after I had recorded my work in it) had a general 4-word name - at first. After everyone had done the work for the class, we recorded our work each in our own book - only I ended up with a general book that another woman had brought into the class (as I had) and another woman ended up with my general book. It was the way it was supposed to be - the woman who had brought the book I ended up with had a different book now - we were all happy with the books we ended up with (the one in which our own individual works had actually been recorded).

We were to each be graded on the work in our book by the professor of the class. We all got into a line to make our appointments with the professor to have our class work graded - and as we did this, the names of our generally named books changed (at least mine did I know). As I neared the front of the line of students waiting to make appointments with the professor, the male "secretary" helping the professor to make the appointments for work-grading called out for the student with the booked named "Harlan" - I opened the front cover of my book to look again at the name of my book (which had been 4 words) - it had changed to a 1-word name. My book's name definitely started with the letter "H" and had the letters "O', "L" and "Y" in it and was similar in the total number of letters (or maybe one more letter, as I wrote earlier) as the name Harlan. It was something like Hoylbyn or Holboyn.

So, does anyone reading this know of an ancient tribe among our Northern European folk with a name like this?

I, Valkyrie

I watched Conan the Barbarian last night before I went to bed. Conan the Barbarian is a movie based on the sword and sorcery stories of Robert E. Howard. There is magic in that saga, for after I watched the saga, I dreamt an "another story" hinted to at the end of the movie as to how a "Conan"-figure became king by his own hand ("but that is another story").

The gist of my dream. It was a very cosmic-feeling, symbolic and archetypal dream.

At some point in the past, my true identity hidden, I had become pregnant with the prince's (the Conan figure) child. It was otherworldly how it happened, and I really can't explain how, as soul mates, this had been accomplished, but nevertheless, I was pregnant with the king-heir-apparent's child and he didn't know it was me who he had lain with (although I knew it was me who had lain with the king to be).

Actually, neither he, nor anyone in the kingdom, the king included, knew it would be me who was mother to this star child of the Cosmos. They all thought it was someone else, someone with a known pedigree. I had no known pedigree to anyone's knowledge - my pedigree was hidden, like was Seigfried's (as he was fostered by a dwarf blacksmith after the death of his father). The royal family had waited a long time for "Conan" to father a child, for this person who had been chosen for him had been barren for long years.

Finally it was signaled in the stars that now a child had been conceived (of "Conan's line) who would make "Conan" king (as Conan could only inherit his father's throne and become king after he fathered a child). Everyone thought it was this other woman who had finally conceived. But it was not, it was me. I knew it.

Just as the Cosmos had revealed the conception, so too did the Cosmos compel that which played out next. Just as was "Conan", I was lifted into the Cosmos to meet "Conan" - we were to fight one another in hand to hand combat. As I ascended, I was transformed into a shining Valkyrie, with a shining sword and shining winged helmet (just as was the woman in the movie). I was to fight my match, "Conan". Only after battling one another to stalemate, would our union be sealed. As I was ascending, I knew everyone else expected this other woman to meet "Conan" on the Cosmic field of battle, but they were all going to be shocked (as would be "Conan") when I arrived.

I woke up.

Interestingly, a few days ago (July 10 to be exact) before I watched this move, I created a new oil for my witchcraft shop called STAR CHILD.What an awesome precognitive synthcronicity!

Odin, Bringer of Victory

Odin

I dreamt of Odin this morning. This was the first dream I've ever had where the figure of Odin appeared to me as clearly identifiable as the Odin of my people's collective consciousness (as opposed to appearing as someone uniquely fitted to my personal consciousness). He appeared as the dark-cloaked figure similar to in the image above.

Right before I woke up, after a few other preceding dreams, my dreaming consciousness turned toward the center of my home. No one was present there but my own consciousness watching in the dimness of the pre-dawn light as Odin stood up, just like in the image above, as if he had come to a decision, was making judgment, and was acting in his role as the warrior-shaman-ruler of gods and humankind. He was making a statement, rendering his judgment.

Immediately after he finished standing up, his judgment rendered, I woke up in the light of day to the cha-ching sound (notifying me of another sale at WITCHCRAFTS ARTISAN ALCHEMY®) coming from my cell phone resting on my bedside night stand. I reached over and picked it up, checking my email as to the sale I had just made. In the sale among the items purchased was my WARRIOR SEAHORSE talisman (for unmatched success and powerful protection), my KEY TO THE CROSSROADS (Witch Queen) oil, my BAT'S BLOOD (Hex Reversing) oil and my CHARMING (Good Fortune) oil. In the sale's 'note to seller' from my customer, it was written, "Lori, you are an artist! These things are so beautiful." I take that as a compliment from and the judgment of Odin (the bringer of victory) as well!

Hail Odin!

D.U.D.E. - An Ancestral Secret of Fire & Ice

Rune adorned vintage coupon from old Beard Ice Co. in Danville, IL.

Last night's rune drawing was Sowilo - the fiery solar thunderbolt. Then I dreamt a highly symbolic dream certainly pertaining to an ancestral mystery.

In a prologue dream to the main dream, I back-time traveled to the home of an older woman living alone. She had the ancestral flavor of my paternal grandmother, but she was not my grandmother specifically. I went there to change the future to which this moment in time was connected. Suddenly, I was in another place where a man lay dying. He had an ancient secret key (one which had been passed down the family line since ancient times) he had kept safe in his heart during his lifetime - this secret key unlocked something very mysterious and powerful. As he lay dying, the secret was released (in visible form) from his heart and came into mine like an apparition but more solid. The man had passed this secret key to me.

Then the main dream started.

Though we lived separate lives, I and my brother were living on the edges of normative society. We no longer really fit in with people who live their lives in service to normal society. We were walking around the streets of the town, like proverbial outsiders (James Dean like).

There was a little creature who came up to us, it reminded me of a shoeshine monkey, but it wasn't (another little creature like in a dream of an earlier dream-post). He caught my attention and I sort of adopted him, inviting him to come along. The creature pointed out some ice cubes and I read them. There were secret codes in the ice cubes and the ability to read them was one I was very inherently skilled at doing. I and my brother each now held 3 ice cubes in our hands.

We came to a door to a outsiders' club (reminded me of an underworld mafia-like club, but it wasn't the mafia, it was like a tribal club - a gathering place for the tribal-clans who belonged to the larger tribe). It was dangerous to go inside if one didn't belong there. It was strongly protected. I knocked on the door (again, another similar element from the same earlier dream-post). I felt called to do that.

The door was opened by a burly guard who asked us what we wanted. I really had no idea what I wanted except to go inside and see what was there. The little creature spoke up to the guard and said, "she can read ice cubes!" Immediately, the guard let us in, as if the ability to read ice cubes was something very special indeed and connected deeply to the tribe.

I and my brother were taken to audience with the tribal leader (like a chief earl-boss man), who was non-plussed at first to be bothered by the introduction of us to him (as he sat at the head of a group) by the guard. I felt he would throw us out or worse. But then the guard said, "she can read ice cubes." I held up my ice cubes.

As I held up my ice cubes, an old wooden hutch in the room fell over with a bang and split apart into pieces, revealing a hidden compartment which now was exposed and open. A secret note paper which had been hidden in a concealed compartment fell out. On the note paper was written D.U.D.E. - it was like a bank-note or coupon-note upon which was recorded an old agreement between the chief boss-man (and the tribes overall) and the inheritor of the owner-rights to the D.U.D.E. note - I was the inheritor to the owner-rights of the D.U.D.E. note - and me as the inheritor-owner was directly supported by the fact that I could read ice cubes, by the hutch falling over as I lifted up the ice cubes in my hands (revealing the D.U.D.E. note), and by details that only the chief-boss man could read in the D.U.D.E note.

In some way, the D.U.D.E. note recorded an agreement between an ancestor family member of mine and the chief boss-man years ago before I was born - it seemed like in the 1930's or 1940's. I had a vision of that time with my deceased family member and the chief boss-man back in those days (each wearing the kinds of hats business men wore in those days) talking together and making some kind of deal to save the tribal organization. My ancestor-family member sacrificed something to save everything and everyone. The D.U.D.E. note recorded a debt of gratitude to the descendant inheritor of the D.U.D.E. note - it would ensure the survival and prosperity of my ancestor's chosen descendants in repayment of the sacrifice made by my ancestor at a critical time in history which ensured the survival and prosperity of the tribal organization.

The chief boss-man's eyes welled up with tears, though he didn't cry. He clearly had dearly loved my ancestor-family member like a brother - the two had been blood brothers in fact, strongly bonded together like men who are blood brothers are. The chief-boss man acknowledged my inheritance right and embraced my brother and I into the tribal organization. We would be set up in homes in the west end of town (where most of the tribal clans lived) and taken care of (given a place within the organization), and given respected active roles within the tribal organization. We were safe now, no longer outsiders, safe among a strong kindred.

In my role, I went to a factory (used to be Lauhoff Grain Co.) and drove up to the factory teller window. I was immediately recognized as a VIP (in the tribal organization) and we were let right in.

Then I was at a little store nearby that was getting ready to close for the night. I was a friend to the person who owned and worked the store. The last customer was checking out. I went to check out the last customer as a favor to the person closing up things, and just gave the customer whatever item it was she was going to purchase. I could do that - I could dispense little favors to others at will as I wanted to. This was one of my rightful powers as a VIP in the tribal organization.

When the little shop had closed for the night, we were outside loading some kind of stretcher onto the bed of a truck. A patrolling policeman came up to see what we were doing. Then the policeman recognized we were of the tribal organization and was friendly. He clearly respected our tribal organization.

I woke up.

Later today, I found out that my paternal grandfather and possibly another paternal family member had worked at the old Beard Ice Company that used to exist in my town.

My Sowilo rune dream pertains significantly to Ice and to real mysteries of my ancestors.

Birds

Earlier today, I woke up from a dream of birds. I should've written this down sooner, as I've forgotten the beginning of the dream, but nevertheless, I still remember the most important part.

I was with a guiding male spirit by my side. A huge flock of big black ravens had been sent to kill me. Without a word, I knew what to do to divert them, to turn them away, to redirect them elsewhere away from my group and I.

I had a vial of blood from a person with my group - he had inadvertently lost it during some magical operation he had performed - I had retrieved and collected it. He wanted me to re-infuse the blood into him, but I knew that if I did that, he would surely die. He was in critical condition, but he still had a chance of survival if he left things alone, If I re-infused the blood he had lost, it would surely kill him. Simply observing me, my guide said nothing.

Sensing the ravens coming towards us in the distance, I took the vial of blood and threw it into the midst of another nearby but separate group of people. The birds followed the smell of the blood spilt from the vial, turning away from my direction and toward the direction of the other group.

I woke up.

Just now writing this post, the smoke detector right outside the room door in the hallway chirped. The battery was low, so I got up from the computer, put in a new battery, came back, sat down and published this blog post. That takes care of that. All fixed.

Event Horizon

In follow-up to my previous entry reporting on a dream (Wyrd Weaver) I had about a week ago, where I wrote in part:

I sat down in the same place at the table and stuck my right index finger into the patterns of the table and made the one little adjustment. I immediately found myself on the northern long side of the table sitting by the teaching spirit. I realized that there were 12 lives apportioned to me in this cosmic cycle. In the room of the table, I was sitting between my eighth and ninth life. My eighth life was past, my current life was ninth.

Rereading through one of my rune books (Alu - An Adavnced Guide to Operative Runology by Edred Thorsson) tonight, I came across this (discussing the fourth of four elements of radical operative runology as a system of meta-communication) which speaks perfectly to the excerpt of my dream noted above:

The event horizon is that liminal space whence phenomena enter the world from an unmanifested state. The unmanifest becomes manifest. Operations of magic can be conducted entirely within the manifest universe ... however, another form of operation causes changes in the pre- or unmanifest world - before this phenomenological feed enters the physical realm. To communicate with this unmanifest - or runic - realm requires the highest form of art and science - and oftentimes luck. But this is where the most miraculous changes can be effected. This operation requires a form of time travel - because it is from the realm of the "past" (Urðr) whence these phenomena arise in our lives - he who learns to condition the past can control the future.

In my dream, I traveled to the liminal space between the past and the present to make a change, conditioning the past to control the future. This dream exemplifies an event horizon within the context of a magical operation of consciousness.

Wyrd Weaver

I dreamt two dreams.

I and two others were gently but hurriedly thrust into a small conference room with a conference table in the middle of it. (Relative to my field of forward perception with the northern direction being the direction of my first gaze) I was initially sitting on the southern long end of the table, as were the others. A teaching spirit sat across from us.

In the surface of the tabletop were patterns of star stuff, cosmic patterns - patterns born of orlog, patterns of wyrd. We each saw our own wyrd. I immediately recognized intimately as part of the Visceral Seeing of my Being, that everything in my lives was created by myself, even so much as the way I looked in each life, even the brace I wore on my back in this life as a teenager. I softly wept with joy. I was indeed the mistress of my life.

I was also joyful that I had been blessed with the opportunity that most people don't have - the opportunity to remember, to be wise.

I saw one little thing I wanted to adjust in the pattern from my previous life. I got up and went through the eastern door back into my past life to do that, but when I arrived, the past was being eaten up like in the movie The Langoliers. I couldn't make the adjustment that way, so I returned to the room with the conference table.

I sat down in the same place at the table and stuck my right index finger into the patterns of the table and made the one little adjustment. I immediately found myself on the northern long side of the table sitting by the teaching spirit. I realized that there were 12 lives apportioned to me in this cosmic cycle. In the room of the table, I was sitting between my eighth and ninth life. My eighth life was past, my current life was ninth. This life was tasked with making ready for my next life, which I felt was going to be a very important, regally powerful life in the cosmic scheme of things. This is why I was given the opportunity in this life to make the small adjustment I needed to make (the need stemming from some small thing in my previous life) in preparation for the role I would have in my next life. I was preparing myself for power, power born and supported by innate upright justice, sovereignty and rightful inheritance.

I woke up, fell back asleep, and dreamt again.

A small group from my past life had come through into this life and was trying to steal my power, but I escaped. I felt that these enemies had been enemies of my royal family for ages and ages. These enemies had followed me through lifetimes seeking to steal my family's royal power, but each time I escaped. They were always one step behind, always too little too late.

Their fate has been set, this life is sealing it. My next life will be the doom of them.

I woke up.

Meet the Midgard Serpent

I had a strange dream early this morning. The dream is associated with the rune Naudh, as this was the rune I drew as before going to bed (a nightly ritual of mine).

I traveled to Germany. It wasn't modern mundane Germany. The land had a mythical feeling, enchanted, magical - like a fairytale (not the light and fluffy-love kind of fairies at all, but awesomely real and powerful). I was with a small group of people.

There was some sort of olympic-style game or test going to happen - just one test for four contenders who would choose take up the challenge. I was one of the four - both chosen by my timeless people yet also destined and born to do this. Nevertheless, the choice to actually take up the challenge was mine, as it was similarly for the other three. It was a test which would liberate the people somehow - it was a test for a collective destiny - the four of us were like representatives of the people, heroes sort of. Like when an army will send out its best warriors to fight the best warriors of the opposition. We were the four best spiritual warriors of our people. Our opposition was four forms of a Great Monster.

The four formed Great Monster lived in hidden waters. There was a pool with four lanes containing a portion of the hidden waters in it like an olympic pool where swimming races take place (except that each lane was its own pool separated from the waters of the other lanes by pool walls). The closest lane contained opaque white water, then red, then blue, then black (an incredibly black black). Each of us was naturally drawn to our destined lane. My lane was the black lane.

The test was to get into the water (each in our chosen lane) and try to keep the water of the lane pure of its own particular color - if any one of the four of us could do this, we could defeat the Great Monster. If all four of us failed, the Great Monster would be unleashed upon the whole people throughout all the worlds.

The four of us were standing at poolside consulting with the people - discussing and debating whether or not we should take up the challenge at this time in history. Perhaps this wasn't the time, some people were questioning the wisdom of summoning the Great Monster right now, at this time. I wasn't anxious to get into the black water myself either - this was a dangerous thing to do for all of us. I didn't take the challenge lightly. I would abide by the decision of the people, whatever it was.

The decision was made to go ahead and to take up the challenge. The two destined for the white and red waters got into the water each of his/her own lane. If the waters didn't bleed into one another, it was good. If the waters bled together through the walls, then the two failed. We watched.

Red water started seeping into the white lane, and white water began seeping in to the red lane - this was not good. This was failure. There was no time to waste now - the Great Monster stirred beneath the base of the world, underneath the pool, we could feel it coming. I jumped into my black lane (the blue lane remained empty), I had to try to reverse the failure.

I stood up tall in the midst of the black water, facing the Great Wall like a warrior, ready to face down the Great Monster which had been stirred up by the mixing of the white and red waters of the first two lanes. The Great Monster rose up from Great Sea which lay beyond the Great Wall which separated our world from Otherworld chaos. The Great Monster was black as night, a huge sea serpent, like Jörmungandr. The water in my lane remained pure black - neither did the black water bleed its color into any of the other lanes. I had succeeded in containing the power of the water.

The Great Serpent looked at me and cracked the hint of a happy smile.

I woke up.

Related -
My Birth Rune
Ior

Ior is a river fish and yet it always feeds on land;
it has a fair abode encompassed by water, where it lives in happiness.
[Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem] 

A Cosmological Key Flows Through It

In flowing connection to my previous post, Friday night's rune drawing was Kaun. Last night's rune drawing was Fe. Last night, I dreamt.

Initially, my eye was caught toward watching a news report on the television about a developing story in Texas. As I turned my attention toward the story being reported, I became a disembodied observer watching the events unfold at the scene(s).

Right outside of the Texas town (which was not identified in the dream as any specific town) by the sea on the eastern coast, sinkholes began opening up in the earth, when then, at the bottom of the sinkholes, molten fiery watery yellow orange red lava broke through and oozed up, making pools of lava. The lava sinkholes were coming to town toward a sprawling University campus. Oddly, despite the danger, people were still going and sending their kids to the campus to class, thinking that the lava sinkholes wouldn't really come that far and would stay on the outskirts of town - almost as if they were thinking "the lava wouldn't dare." But, it did dare and I saw a lava sinkhole open up in one empty lab classroom. Then, lava sinkholes began opening up all over the campus.

I woke up.

This dream is not only connected to the dream I had a few nights ago, but to repetitive dreams I've had for decades over the course of my adult life (although it has been many many years since I had the last one before this latest one last night).

In my repetitive dreams like this one, I have either been in my own town (where I went to nursing school) or in the town about 30 miles away (where I went to University to get my degree in research biochemistry) or in the redneck rural area just outside my town's city limits called Grape Creek. In my dreams, I am in these places where lava is breaking through the solid earth (no sinkholes in my repetitive dreams before this one) and I am jumping over the open places using the remaining and moving solid portions of the earth like stepping stones, trying to get to a safe place. Most of the time, I made it to safety, but one time, I was swallowed up by a ocean sized wave of lava near the road which leads to Grape Creek. Though I was swallowed up by it, my consciousness wasn't dissolved in it. That particular dream was quite a long time ago, maybe around 10 years ago (and it was also the last dream I had like this before this latest one).

In my repetitive dreams of lava bursting up through the earth, I have moved it seems from being one trying to avoid the lava myself to one observing it from a distance. Also, the lava itself has moved from the midwest in the heart of the land to a coastal area near the sea.

Both Kaun and Fe are related to fire. All of the dreams are concerned with towns where there are institutions of higher learning (as there was also in the dream from my previous post). There is a water connection in these dreams - Grape Creek is a rural place attached to my town with a fresh water creek flowing through it - this corresponds to the salt sea near the coastal town in this latest dream. Both water and salt are among the eight directional elements (earth, air, fire, water, salt, iron, yeast, venom) in the magical system of Northern Tradition, and both elements are required to sustain organic life. Another distinguishing difference between previous dreams and this one - there were no earthen sinkholes in my previous lava dreams, but there was an ocean sized wave of lava in one of them (from an oceanic sinkhole back through time?)

Hagall - Seed of Solution

Bifrost Bridge

This is going to be a complex post, but I am going to write it as best I can to hopefully illustrate just how elegantly complex the deep mind works.

Last night's rune drawing was Elhaz (Algiz). The previous night's rune drawing was Hagall. Both were drawn in proximity to my newest candle Noble Beast (Gofugt Dyr) listed in my shoppe on Tuesday.

Last night, I dreamt.

I was in a large university science classroom that had five huge chalkboard-screens up at the head of the classroom. Students were challenged to put forth each his or her own theory on the matter at hand. Several students did, and each theory was evaluated together by the class. Then, I accepted the challenge and came up to write my theory out on the boards at the head of the classroom.

I kept writing ... and writing, and writing, until I had the whole faces of all five boards full of equations and graphics and words delineating the details of my theory. The teacher and students were wowed. The teacher requested I put the information on overhead transparencies to be used in the next class, which as soon as asked, I had the completed overhead transparencies in my hand.

I was ok with letting them be used for teaching the next class, but they were my work, so I wanted to take them with me when I left to use them in my continued work. So, I stayed as an observer for the next class and missed my bus home.

Another male student was sitting at a desk near mine, and a second male student at a desk near the first male student near me. We three teamed up as it became known in the classroom that many teachers and other 'government' workers were going to lose their jobs and not get paid in order to grossly overpay the top people in the 'government' (I interpret this to symbolize the overall ruling spiritual powers in an established order of human organization - not as any particular real life human government). It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, it wasn't a JUST flow of resources (reminds me of the hoarding of the Nibelungen treasure).

We three left the classroom as the class finished. I had my overhead transparencies with me. We three headed over to a car to go to our homes, but the car wouldn't start. We needed to rig the car to be able to start before dark, as we couldn't fight the government at the level we were at (and we needed to get the car started to get to where we were going - the next level). So, one of the guys opened up the hood, took out a bag of garbage from underneath the hood of the car, and threw it into the dumpster. The car started and we got in ...

... to a spaceship. We were out in space with our crew working on the project developed from my theory. My theory involved cheap and clean manufacture of a new essentially endless energy that would free up humankind as never before. It was so cheap, clean and abundant that even the poorest could get all they needed. But it made the people in the 'government' angry, as they didn't want this new energy source to become available on earth. They had anticipated that I would work this project out into reality, and had planted a betrayer on our spaceship who was going to sabotage and attempt to destroy our successful endeavor. That betrayer was the second male student who had been sitting near the male student who had been sitting near me.

As the first male student and I discovered this, I found myself thrust back into a car - which promptly got into an accident. I was going to die unless we figured out the solution. The first male student was outside the window of the car as it lay from the accident. He blurted out, "IN YOUR ÞURS (purse)! It's in your Þurs!" In other words, the solution was in my Þurs. I reached over, reaching into my purse, and pulled it (the solution) out. As I did this, these runes and words flew forth, "ᛉᚦ together forever." We had won the solution and outwitted fate. All was well and I woke up safe in my bed. Ideas poured out.

ᛉᚦ together forever (the solution) is a two-edged sword and a Rainbow Bridge.

The two-edged sword Rainbow Bridge is my birth rune Hagall ᚼ.

ᚼ is composed of a bindrune consisting of Elhaz and two runes Þurs, as quantum chaotic Þurs can decohere it's structure into any manifest form to show it's other face as can Hela, such that the point of each Þurs is infacing.

Elhaz in Hagal:

Hela's two infacing runes Þurs are additionally composed of two runes Kenaz and two runes Isa - signifying the Torch-Illumination of the Noble Beast face to face and in communication with the Torch-Illumination of the Highest Wode Self. Consequently, Hagall represents bringing the ultimate light of awareness from darkness, where darkness is the source of light.

 Hail Hela!

Naudh - Back to the Beginning of Life

My shoppe's Dark Draconian Dragon Eye Aegishjalmur Bindrune Logo.

Yesterday, I created several new offerings for my Etsy shoppe, Witchcrafts Artisan Alchemy. Among them, I created two powerfully potent new dark arts oils, namely Dark Draconian and Black Sabbatica. For these two oils, I developed a necromantic poem spell:

Out of the deepest depths I call you,
From dark dreams, silent wells and black visions,
Rise upon the murmuring mists edging the Night
Through the Dragon's Eye in the Void,
Let dead lips open, and blood runes of awareness fly forth
And let the living listen ... 

Last night's rune drawing was naudh, the rune which drives evolution. Then, I dreamt.

I was driving my car, all at once, near the court house, the hospital and town center shopping plaza. In the passenger seat was my friend who was a boy. I dropped him off at work, at the hospital-court house (these places were distinct in appearance, but I saw them both simultaneously) located in the western part of town. Then I drove east down Main Street, toward Pennsylvania Avenue where I lived (used to live in real life). I was now driving a nice new shiny black and powerfully built pickup truck (reminds me of the Dodge Ram-tough slogan).

I pulled into a restaurant which had curb service. This restaurant does not exist in my town in real life, at least it hasn't existed here in my lifetime. (I had a sense of time past mixed with time present, so perhaps this restaurant existed in the past.) There were also booths and tables inside the restaurant. I went inside and placed my order for takeout. Two men ran the restaurant. They recognized me, people had been there looking for me.

Back out in my power pickup truck again, I placed my food order container on the passenger floorboard while I drove. My container of food was in a Long John Silver's fish dinner box. I continued driving east toward Pennsylvania Avenue.

I went inside my house, but instead of being inside my house, I was in the house of my business nemesis (who was not at home). In a back room, the old grandfather lay on a bed in a coma state. He was trying to communicate with me - telepathically - instinctually, without words or images, I came to know that there was a stack of DVDs in the living room - I was to go download them (watch them). I went into the living room and downloaded the DVD's into my mind. These DVD's contained family memories.

As I was downloading, I saw my nemesis and her boyfriend at some mixed point in time in an apartment. They sat down together on this rounded large chest-like stool-like chair. As they sat down together, the insides of the stool-chair collapsed like a vacuum, sucking them down into the void within it.

Then I had a vision where I saw the North American continent. The northern border (of the USA) shared with Canada and along the western coast were being consumed by the void (like Nidhogg consumes). It reminded me of the Langoliers eating up everything in their path, only instead of leaving a black nothingness, they left a white nothingness - a formless white void. I issued a warning to those living in the path of the expanding whitish void of the danger of being consumed into aconscious nothingness.

Then I was back in the house of my nemesis, and was worried about being caught as an intruder, even though I thought I had entered my own house. Then my nemesis, her boyfriend and her mother came home and found me. My nemesis didn't want me there, but her mother did. At this point, I realized that we were part of the same folk soul. Though I was experiencing this part of the dream action from the perspective of being in the house of my nemesis, I was not an intruder, I was kin. So, I stuck around and my nemesis went off in a huff into another room (the kitchen) with her boyfriend and a few other friends.

The mother of my nemesis and I went into the back (and now basement room) with the grandfather who lay in a coma. The grandfather now had characteristics of being both a grandfather and a grandmother. The mother of my nemesis and I prepared the body as if we were ritually preparing a body for burial, although the body was not dead, but in a death-like still-living state.

The body was wearing a vest. We tied the ties which were part of the structure of the vest. The vest reminded me of the breastplate of judgment (the choshen mishpat of Middle Eastern Levant tradition, and looking it up after waking, of a Northern Tradition indigenous tribal shaman's breastplate - and particularly as it pertains to tribal cultures, to the dress of "light shamans").

Then I saw that a bassinet-shaped collection container near one wall in the room was collecting "smelly yellowish liquid shit" (like the stool of someone with advanced alcoholic cirrhosis) from a stoma from the body (note - I rarely drink alcohol). As I noticed it, the mother said to me, "yes, we (the family of my nemesis) have to deal with this shit."

As we completed tying the ties on the body's vest, a mass of water was welling up around the house and threatening to collapse the walls inward. A hall door to the outside by the body's room bulged inward and collapsed, but it reformed as I looked at it, and no water flooded into the house or collapsed its walls, even though the water still surrounded the house all around. We walked up the stairs toward the main part of the house.

I woke up briefly, recorded my dream, then fell back asleep, and dreamt again.

I was with others at a fancy boarding school. I wasn't sure if I belonged there, so I pretended to be a worker employed by the school. I went to a back room (one of my sons was with me while I was doing this) and took medical notes, acting like I was doing some work in case I was caught being there and I wasn't supposed to be.

But, someone came in (an old female DON I used to work for) and asked me to join everyone else in the banquet room to eat. As I walked through another dining room toward the banquet hall, I picked up a delicate teacup which had been sitting on a lovely wooden antique cupboard with orange juice in it and drank it.

In the banquet hall, I went up to the buffet with others in the line and started fixing my plate of food. I looked for the ice, and the person beside me pointed to the bowl of ice cubes. I picked some out and put them into my glass.

Then suddenly, I had a vision of a single celled organism surrounded by emptiness as I woke up startled by the intensity of the sight of the very first cell from which all life began.

Laying in bed, it also came to me suddenly that the ginnungagap (magically charged void) is consciousness associated with the very first ancestral cell from which all life began (and superposed, to each single cell from which each human being still begins life), and that the division into polarities of fire and ice are related to the very first case of cellular mitosis leading to reproduction. Importantly, the ginnungagap is a magically charged (black) void containing the spark of consciousness, whereas the (white) void associated with Nidhogg is an aconscious void which is not magically charged with consciousness as is the ginnungagap.

Footnote:

My poem is one I developed specifically for my own work - it was fashioned in the manner of two poems - one found in the Havamal in the Poetic Edda and another one in Aegishjalmur, the Book of Dragon Runes by Michael Kelly.

Ansuz - The Witches

Last night's nightly rune drawing - Ansuz, followed by some of last night's dream.

I was found by a man and a woman traveling together from a dark group of witches. I joined up with them. We started out toward the group's school hall and meeting place.

It was dark outside, night time. We walked down I-74, the interstate which runs near where I live. There were no vehicles on the interstate, in any lane, or from any direction.  I laid down in the road while the man conducted some claiming-marking and initiatory ritual over my body as the woman kept watch.

Then we proceeded to the witches school-meeting hall, where witches from all around gathered. I was put into the care of another woman witch at the place and magically groomed, right where I stood in the hall, for the gathering. As I was being groomed, I began shapeshifting where I stood, transforming and growing into my full awesome witch form. Others, both new witches and seasoned witches, started gathering around me as the grooming witch was magically pouring toward me the spell causing me to "show myself," to unfold as the witch I am. They were awed at my form and power.

I stretched, my form levitated, my feet leaving the ground, and I hovered hanging in the air. I looked toward my feet, which were greenish - I had extended long toes and demon-like feet. I felt my fingers were the same, although I didn't look at them. I felt the power of myself course through my body, unfolding my form, I felt the awesomeness of my electrically charged transformation. So did everyone gathered around. I was a very powerful witch. My body was vibrating-trembling ever so slightly, buzzing with the energy of my transformation. The witches gathered around were ohh-ing and ahh-ing with wonder over my transformation.

After this, I pulled back into my "normal witch" form as we all later made our way into the meeting hall for the witches gathering. There were bleacher seats where most of the witches sat, myself included with my two friends, the two who had brought me into the group. The head witches were down at the front and started the meeting. It was time for us to all transform from our normal witch forms into our witchy witch forms for the meeting.

Everyone began their transformation, as did I. Most witches did not levitate, I'm not sure any others did in fact, but when I transformed, my powerful witch form naturally levitated from the power emanating from me. Again, everyone, even in their witch forms, started looking at me, awestruck by the ancient awesomeness I exuded even as I was still transforming. The head witch, her transformation completed, started talking, sounding afraid.

One of my friends, even as I was floating still in the process of transforming (my transformation took longer as it went farther), challenged the head witch's power, exclaiming, "look! here is our Head Witch who will lead us in the right direction!"

I finished my full transformation - I was an extremely tall, ancient witch, my form breathtakingly powerfully. I flew down to the front of the room and put my hand out in the air over the head witch. She disintegrated, leaving only her clothes in a pile on the floor. She was no more. I picked up her secret card and publicized it to the room, that head witch was no more. I was now the Head Witch.

The other witch who had been at the front of the room by the side of the previous head witch was shaking in her chair, fearful of what I would do to her. I went over to her and demanded her secret card. She gave it to me. I publicized it to the gathering of witches, but I told her she would get a new secret card. I didn't disintegrate her like I had the previous head witch, who had taken a turn to lead the group in the wrong direction.

I flew up over the crowd of witches in the bleacher seats, showering out gold blessings over all of them as I flew.

Business was finished and we all began transforming into our normal witch selves. Again, my return to my normal witch form took longer as I had farther to go. I was back up in the bleachers with my friends by a refreshments punch bowl. I was still transforming back, but I still played some magic with my female friend over the punch bowl, each of us shooting waves of magic into the bowl from our fingers, making a green witches' brew punch for everyone to drink as part of the refreshments being served. We were having fun, laughing and playing, making the witches' brew.

My male friend came over and sat by us as we finished making the witches' brew punch. We were laughing from having a good ole time doing this girlie girl magic. He sat down beside me as I wiped over one of my eyes with my hand, which left it surrounded with black like real witches's eyes have. My male friend wiped over my other eye with his hand, leaving it also black like real witches' eyes are. He kissed my eye as he did it, saying to my girl friend, "I brought her in so I could kiss her."

My transformation back into normal my witch self was complete, I was a normal witch again like everyone else.

I woke up. Now, that's an awesome Ansuz witch dream!

Naudh & the Sacred Tree Bear with a Full Belly

Last night, my nightly rune drawing was naudh. Then I went to sleep.

I dreamt of a brown bear resting on the ground under and leaning against the trunk of a tree outside in my yard. I was cautious and respectful of the bear's power, even though it was not dangerous, for it had a full belly.

Bears are revered by the ancient Saami and by most Northern cultures. In Man, God and Magic, Ivar Lissner writes:

There is an ancient belief that the bear is in communication with the lord of the mountains and with the sky, and certainly he has from time immemorial been surrounded by an aura which enjoins caution and respect.

This informs me that, in follow-up to one of my previous posts (My Saami Self - Gripping the Beast, the Serpent Bright) that Nidhogg has "given up" my past selves to the lord of the mountains, namely, to my fylgja, the giant lord of the mountain, who in this most recent dream has taken on the form of a brown bear. This is good, very good.

To my ancient circumpolar Saami ancestors, to at least one of my selves as a Saami woman, and to many of my Northern European ancestors, Bear was a top totemic representation of Deity and archetypal messenger to and from the supernatural world.

In ancient Saami religion, success in any dangerous endeavor pertaining to survival and abundance, was dependent upon the goodwill of Bear.

The Saami call Bear ìsaivoî (sacred).

Taking all of this together, like my fylgja, Bear mediates between my incarnate self and my Wode Self. Bear, with a full belly sitting against and beneath a tree on the ground in my yard, has "taken up" possession of my previous selves from Nidhogg. Bear is not dangerous to me. Brown Bear is earth-associated, Midgard-associated, and Naudh-associated. Consequently, the knowledge of my previous selves held within the belly of Bear are now stepping forth into open manifestation in my current life in Midgard.

Hail Bear!

Earth-Mountain Jotun Near Encounter

Before going to bed last night, I read a ritual concerning contacting one's fetch. Then, last night, I dreamt.

I was driving my car carrying 3 other passengers. I'm not sure who my passengers were, but the two in the back seat were female. The third one in the front passenger seat was more known to me, but I neither know who the person was, nor if male or female.

I had turned northwest off a valley interstate highway, went up an exit-off ramp, and pulled into a gas station-pantry to refuel and for everyone to get drink and food nourishment for continuing the trip north. The gas station sat at the top of a high hill, a little bit back away from the road. The interstate below was in a valley plain, and in the distance behind the interstate were rocky sand-colored mountains.

I got something (a fruit smoothie or some kind of juice, I think) to drink, although I think there was a bit of disagreement as to what kind of nourishment I should get - there was a low level argument between the two back seat passengers. I'm not exactly sure what their argument was about because I ignored them and just got what I wanted. They got whatever it was they wanted and we headed back to my car.

Back at the car, I wasn't comfortable transporting something one of them had put as baggage into the trunk of my car, so I opened the trunk up and took out whatever it was I found to be objectionable and dangerous to transport. Again, I'm not sure what it was, but whatever it was, I took it out and discarded it. The women balked a bit, but it was my car.

After discarding the objectionable baggage, closing the car trunk, I was facing toward the interstate back from where we had come. The interstate and exit-off ramp were full of cars and other vehicles. Suddenly, I saw a male figured sand-color rocky giant charging across the valley towards the off ramp from which we had just exited a short time before. I felt no danger that the giant would come up the hill to where we were, but it was clearly crushing vehicles as it strode across the valley towards the exit-off ramp.

I tried to yell and warn the people in the vehicles on and entering the exit-off ramp about the giant, but they neither saw the giant nor heard me. The giant raised its fist in the air and crashed down on top of the cars on the exit-off ramp, crushing them.

I woke up.

Thurisaz - When Frost Giants Dance

Thurisaz

In follow-up to my previous post (Witch Dancing New Logo), last night's rune drawing was Thurisaz. Then I dreamt.

I was in the Underworld in some place working as a nurse. At one point, I was ice dancing as I worked. I didn't like working as a nurse, but there was more to it than meets the eye (connected to Odin's dark eye in my new logo) at first glance. I wanted to get to the surface.

I made sure the orange juice got delivered. Then, as soon as I did this, my work in that place ended and I began making my way towards the outer hall.

The outer hall of the place was a long hall with shelves and shelves and heaped library carts of dusty old books. I noticed that all of the books, no matter what the cover design, had the same title.

Little flitting things (like one might imagine high energy subatomic particles) so small they were beyond seeing, but not beyond my perception, came together in my hand (out of sight, but not beyond perception) like Mary Poppin's magical umbrella and lifted me to the surface.

I woke up.

I knew that the magical lifting device which lifted me back to the surface from the underworld had come together on my behalf on account of making sure the orange juice (connected to the Sowilo rune in my new logo) had been delivered. This was such a little flitting thing (task) during the years I spent working as a nurse that I can't remember any specific time I did this, although I did it all the time. This task was so basic to me, that the remembrance of doing it any specific time made no impression on my consciousness - which fits well with the concept of Thurisaz.

Thurisaz is a rune embodying the preconscious, unthinking forces of Nature and Chaos, structurally in opposition to consciousness. In Northern Tradition runecraft, Thurisaz associates with the rime-thurses (frost giants) and to Thor's hammer (which wields the power of these dangerous forces in service to the evolution of consciousness).

Powerful All-Rune

This is going to be a complex post which may be difficult to follow. Alot of information is going to left out, some of it because it is extraneous, some of it because it is too delicate to communicate publicly. What I will write is the most important information which will provide an accurate report describing the pertinent needed details as to what I should report.

Rune Working

First, before going to bed nearly every night, I always draw a rune from my rune bag of handcrafted Amaranth Younger Futhark runes made of Purpleheart wood. I blooded these runes a few months ago during my first blot ritual on Thor's Day in which I invoked Hel (my patroness), Loki and Thunor particularly for protection (the same ritual which fire-marked new day-old rune-inscribed altar). This rune set has also has a wyrd rune, which I also had previously blooded.

Last night, and the night before, a wyrd thing happened twice in a row on successive nights - this has never happened to me before. I drew the wyrd rune. When I draw the wyrd rune, I also always draw a second rune. BOTH NIGHTS after drawing the wyrd rune, the second rune I drew was Raidho. I always mix around around the runes well with my hand in the bag before making a drawing, and I can't see the runes I draw from the rune bag. This doubled double rune drawing told me that this was an especially important runic communication to and runic divination for me.

I climbed into bed to settle for the night.

My Friend Loki's Candle

Second, before settling down to sleep last night, I checked my cell phone (kept on my nightstand) for emails. One message was a convo just posted at my Etsy shoppe (Witchcrafts Artisan Alchemy)- a man was complaining about the Baphomet charm on my Loki blot candle. He complained (I copy and paste his exact complaint as follows):

This Satanic Pentacle has NOTHING to do with Loki, Satan is a Christian deity and Loki is an Asatru deity. This is just flat out disrespectful.

I love Loki.This complaint is totally without merit and Loki, my protector, knows it.

The Dream & Loki's Protection

Third, I fell asleep and dreamt. Much of the dream will not be reported, for reasons given previously, but the significant parts which need to be, will be.

Riding together in a vehicle down Orchardview Drive, myself and a man in the front seat (the man driving), and a woman and some children in the back seat, I was told by the woman that there is an All-Powerful very special rune (whose exact form is hidden), and that if a woman has it, the face of the rune will light up (take the form of) her face, and the woman with whose form the All-Powerful rune takes, her husband is the most powerful leader warrior-king and with it he is immutably undefeatable. She spoke the term by which this  powerful All-Rune is called - the syllables ran quickly together, but it started with the G-sound and was a multi-syllabled word similar to (but not) Gylfaginning and Ginnungagap (mighty gap). Many throughout time have tried to find this powerful All-Rune. I knew that the face of this rune had taken my face.

I heard the man thinking though he spoke not. He telepathically told me to "send him" a rune. He wanted me to send him a rune as a test of our connection.

Suddenly, still on Orchardview Drive, a huge sink hole (Ginnungagap or Sökkvabekkr?) opened up in the middle of the road (I feel now this is related to the unfounded complaint about the Loki candle - an occult attempt to "sink" me, and possibly to the G-name of the All-Rune as the woman uttered it). The man easily drove around it.

I told the woman excitedly that I had recently blooded my runes "on Samhain" (which I knew even as I spoke it that it wasn't on Samhain when i had done this, and that I also wasn't deliberately trying to lie to her, those were the words which came out of my mouth though - so I knew this was also Loki's protection). I also said that I blooded them in a motel room (which, as with stating Samhain to her, I wasn't deliberately trying to lie, but those were the words which issued from my mouth - again, Loki's protection).

I woke up.

The Unsinkable Molly Brown (Saga-Frigg)

After waking up and sitting down to relate this, it came to my mind that the candle complaint and the woman's naming of the All-Rune were occult attempts to sink my embodiment as an aspect of Frigg. In other words, I now feel that Saga's natural Hall in Asgard is NOT Sökkvabekkr (in terms of being a Sunken Hall), but is something entirely unsunken. Importantly, Saga consciousness has been redeemed, so to speak, and become re-unified with Frigg.

Hail Loki! Hail Loki!

Leo Full Moon Conjunct Mars

In follow-up to my previous post about hitting a deer earlier tonight, before I had the dream I mentioned in that post, I had another dream about a Lion sleeping in the garage (not attached to the house).

Apparently, we are in a Leo Full Moon conjunct Mars. Interesting.

Thank Hel

Last night (early this morning actually) I dreamt that a huge tsunami wave overtook some man and he went somewhere and came back. Then the tsunami wave overtook me and took me to an Ice World in another dimension. I am assuming it was Niflheim. Let me tell you, it was sooooooo beautiful and pristine! I really can't relate to you just how stunningly lovely it was. I wasn't cold in it either. I didn't want to come back, but I did.

Later today, coming home from dropping off packages at the post office after dark, nearing my house, two deer ran out into the road from the woods (I live in a rural area). I slammed on my brakes, but I hit one. I don't think it was fatally hurt, as it got up and ran off into the woods. It didn't look like it had broken legs or have any blood on it, it just seemed dazed, so I am hoping it will be ok. There's a slight indentation on the top of my hood near one headlight, but in the dark, I think that's the only damage to my car. The whole thing could have been fatal to both myself and to the deer, but I think we both escaped with minor injuries.

I've never hit a deer before, even though I see them cross the road here all the time. I look for them after dark and drive slower, thank goodness. These two just came out of nowhere (my lights had been dimmed for an oncoming car).

I thanked Hel for guarding my life and the life of the deer.

Notes on Experience Surrounding ᛗᚹᚨ

In follow-up to my previous post (Voces Mysticae - ᛗᚹᚨ), this post records the dream and astral experiences surrounding the reception of this 3-rune phonetic phrase.

I woke up very early this morning before sunrise to the sound of my mother getting ready for work in the bathroom on the other side of the wall against which my bed is situated. I fell back 'asleep', sort of.

Suddenly, I was in my astral body, outside in the front yard near the road which runs in front of our rural home. It was dark outside. I noticed that the row of hedge [haag?] trees was not there as it is now, but the yard looked as it did when I was a little girl when all the neighborhood kids (myself included) would play a hiding game, 'hiding' from cars coming down the road at night with their lights on - we would drop down into the deep ditch which ran parallel to the rural road which ran east-west, sitting north of the property.

A car with its lights on was coming down the road from the east going west, I didn't drop down into the ditch - I remained floating in midair ('flying' in my astral body), caught in the light of the car's headlights as it approached. I wondered if the occupants of the car could see me in my astral body. They didn't seem to at all, as the car continued along its merry way, not slowing down nor doing anything to indicate that the driver could see my 'ghostly' form or anything unusual.

The car passed, and suddenly again, I saw a fog approaching across the road. It wasn't a desirable thing to be overcome by the approaching fog [Niflheimr?], so I went back towards the house to return to my body. Then things changed again, nothing was oriented as it was supposed to be to make navigating my way back to where my body lay easy. The road was now south of the house, windows were mismatched to their actual locations. As an astral being, I got caught by some kind of metal gripping contraption where a tv antennae used to be on the west wall of the house which was also a bit out of its place. Though I struggled, I couldn't get loose of its grip. Suddenly, I looked up toward my own bedroom window where inside, a belled pentacle [femsteor] wind chime hung - through it light streamed toward me - I was immediately released from the contraption's grip and woke up back inside my body.

I heard my mother in the bathroom drying her hair with her hair dryer.

I began to drift off again, but before I did, I 'saw' an ancient Viking 'drop down' into my world into my room.

I drifted off to sleep. There was a Viking raid in my ancient village. I'm not sure if I was a native of the particular village or not - I'm inclined to think probably not as I don't really recall that kind of emotional connection in the dream. Vikings were all over the village. I was trying to find a place to hide, but still out in the open, one Viking saw me. Everyone in the village was killed in the raid but me. I was captured by the Viking who had 'dropped down' as I had drifted off to sleep. He had decided to keep me - I became his captive bride, although I soon came to love him - he treated me well and loved me.

As I began to wake up, I heard the utterance - "mwa." ᛗᚹᚨ