May 2, 2008 - Friday
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The Olde Country. . .And Welcome Sig!
Current mood:  nostalgic Category: Asatru, Ancient Religion and Philosophy
My favorite painting is called "The Olde Country," my favorite song, "The Admirer." Hopefully someday I will take effective vocal lessons so I may do a live show. Cello, vocal as instrument, an olde lady, medieval apparel, and my paintings. . .
I shall be that olde woman in the village cottage scrambling amongst toadstools for herbs. I shall be the towne counselor, the healer. The one some will bury their heart's burdens with.
But some things are not meant to be healed, you cannot, nor should not heal these things. Though to dispell pain and fear is so tempting, though it should not always be done. Being human is pain; it is joy; it is death; it is life and rebirth. To choose life, is to eventually have death. Try as we might, we cannot avoid pain of being human. To avoid pain not only evades pleasure and joy, but it also brings more pain.
Vulnerable, to the elements, to god, to ourselves. Not hopeless, but difficult. No choice but to go on. . . And live the promise we were given before we can remember.
30,000 years ago, not yet at the so called "dawn of time," our people stomped wearily across that Northern land. That land of my people, my grandfathers and my grandmothers, my sisters and my brothers, we walk there together. We will walk there again. Give me my trees and my black forests, those that my ancestors knew. My heart, my heart, my grandmothers whisper behind me, they tug at my soul. They speak of times when our people were persecuted by those who would save us. . . My people were not saved, they were caged.
The christians enslaved our spirits, our minds. My ancestors hid our family treasures deep within their great great grand- descendants. They hid it and put it to sleep so that it might begin to awaken when the time is right.
The time is now!
I have always known that I was the one. For the Folk, I choose to serve and sacrifice my time, my energy, my sweat, and blood. I will give back my spot in their heaven to earn my own place in Valhalla and to pass on the good works I am meant to leave behind me in my path. Yet, do not call me martyr, I am more.
And do not call me unhumble, yet pride is nothing to be ashamed of. I will not apologize for being what you refer to as "white." I will not apologize for being who I am. I did not harm the Natives, nor those we stole from their own homelands in Africa. Yes, some of my people did this, but I did not.
The Romans took the German tribes captive, read Tacitus, he wrote of what he observed of the German tribes' culture. We should be proud, they were a fine people. Did the Romans bring something better, or did they do to our ancestors much the same as what our forfathers did to the Natives? Better, worse, not so simple as that, it is more what was ours was taken and replaced by another. Our culture was overlayed with another, one from the south.
Our people did not live in a hot desert climate. Our people were not meant to worship a desert god. Our people were broken as some then broke the Natives in Vinland.
But we are here now, we are a resiliant people, as our gods endure, so shall we! Our virtues strengthen us, our families bind us -to our roots, above in Valhalla, below in Helheim.
The time for reawakening is now, let us celebrate this new life, this new beginning. May many blessings come to you, our wonderful, bright, SIG!
Welcome to Midgard!
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