When he arrived on a great viking ship there was talk of a god descending on earth.
Those who believed and had the eyes to see were only the few.
When he stepped onto that land all were perplexed as thunder and lightning rustled the reality of the sleepy fishing village that night.
Because he arrived many felt a chill in their bones as their lies penetrated their souls.
Their greed and hurt could no longer go unhealed.
Many left the village saying that these storms were far too dangerous for them to stay on the rocky shore.
The few that looked upon the great storms and felt the longing of home, drew nearer, and kept warm through the horrible winter that tore open mountains with its cold.
By that spring only few had remained and somehow when they emerged to the singing birds, they were awakened in a way they did not know before.
Others joined them, from far and wide, yet the ones that had weathered the storms had an unspoken understanding in their eyes. They respected each other and when they would meet, a hardy laugh would be shared by all who were near, for the great storm of opening consciousness was amongst them and most that beheld them knew nothing of it.
Before long Thor left the village and made his way into the mountains The mermaids had spread their influence amongst the sailors who they rescued from the great ship wrecks. They whispered that a great power resided in the trees far above the sycamore peaks. This is, after all, what Thor came for and when the word reached him, his spirit moved through the trees as elephant herds, having no remorse for the life sacrificed.
As he felt her power in the depth of the great mountain cave, his eternal hammer lifted and with its might cast down, a great thunder rolled with a lighting bolt that blinded the sky. As it cracked down upon the peak, the core of the mountain heated and erupted with lava engulfing the girl within it. From her ashes rose a great phoenix. She, now a fire bird, free to dance upon the land in the hearts of mankind.
When the passions of mankind would rise, feeling the ecstasy of life, it was she who's wings touched their thighs. When artists and poets were moved to creation and when mothers felt the sexuality of giving birth to their babies, it was she who danced on their flesh. It was she causing the young maidens to run away with their lovers. It was she exciting children to dance and men to flirt with strange women they never knew before. Her spirit was the risk of the pleasure of creation of mankind and once and for all she was let loose upon them.
So when you have a grievance with a passion that drives you wild with lust or are driven helplessly to take risks with your own life for another with no regard for the sensible, thank Thor who cracked open the mountain, unleashing the passion of Pele on all life, for all time.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Ode to the old gods
Thor god of thunder rumble my belly with power. Freya goddess of life light me from within. Smeg give my arms the might of flight. Dwarij help me follow my light.
The Coming
A long long time ago or perhaps just yesterday, there was a young girl.
She grew up with wolves and dressed in animal pelts.
She worshipped Thor for he was the god of her ancestors.
She left the village in search of him and resolved not to return until he appeared.
A wolf pack befriended her and she lived amongst them in a cave in the mountains.
The jungles surrounded her home deep in the amazon.
This is where she wrote, meditated, and developed her spiritual abilities.
The waterfalls whispered to her and in one moon lit lagoon, the mermaids befriended the girl.
She told them of her longing for that which she felt made her complete.
A stabilizing force of the universe. For she was the spark that ignited his will to cast down his hammer and ground her. A spark by itself has no force to ignite. She remains just a spark until her purpose arrives.
The mermaids did not understand her longing but she explained that it was as if they were removed from the waters. "Oh!" they gasped for such an inexplicable fate to have befallen a creature. Their memories, much more ancient then hers had no recollection of such things, deep in the sensual waves of their emotions. Of course mermaids memories are as waving sea weed and they only recall what is needed. They did amongst them agree to watch the nearby fishing village for him. This manifestation of the stabilizer of the universe.
For many years he was no where to be seen. The girl grew in years and even though her resolve to not return was adhered to, she almost forgot what exactly she was looking for. Many times she had seen captured by the slave traders when she would get too close to the village in her search and every time she managed to escape. Her fearlessness of nature allowed her to go where men fear to tread and in the great storms as she dove off the cliffs into the ocean, no man dared risk his life over one fiery captive. She would swim around the bluffs and rejoin her wolf pack.
Her best friend, a great leopardess who watched the land from high above in the great canopies of the tropical trees, was a spiritual refuge she sought every year on her birthday. She would allow her to approach only that one time, remaining aloof to turn the magic of time and the fate of the land in her great abode amongst the sycamores. This was the girl's 36th birthday and she felt in her bones that something was changing that was beyond comprehension. This time when she came to her, the leopardess was more eager to receive her.
She spoke inside to the girl 'Come' and the girl climbed the great branches until she was in front of her crouched on a great limb. 'Speak girl' she huffed not wasting a moment. 'I have come to know will I live and know my purpose this year?' It was the same question as she asked every year yet this year she felt different. her bones spoke to her now with a depth she had not known before. 'You will know him this year' the leopardess answered then jumped effortlessly to a limb in the distance and in one moment vanished into the canopies. 'Ugh' the girl huffed with frustration as she descended for this is what she answered every year and from her observation there was nothing she could make of it year after year.
But that year the mermaids that did not give up in their promise to find what she had asked for so long ago, saw a man walk off a boat into the fishing village. He was quite larger then most and a hammer larger then any they had ever observed seemed to go unnoticed by the passings and goings of the villagers. The wind strangely picked up wherever he went and the people became calm and relaxed. They made a plan then to get him to the girl.
She grew up with wolves and dressed in animal pelts.
She worshipped Thor for he was the god of her ancestors.
She left the village in search of him and resolved not to return until he appeared.
A wolf pack befriended her and she lived amongst them in a cave in the mountains.
The jungles surrounded her home deep in the amazon.
This is where she wrote, meditated, and developed her spiritual abilities.
The waterfalls whispered to her and in one moon lit lagoon, the mermaids befriended the girl.
She told them of her longing for that which she felt made her complete.
A stabilizing force of the universe. For she was the spark that ignited his will to cast down his hammer and ground her. A spark by itself has no force to ignite. She remains just a spark until her purpose arrives.
The mermaids did not understand her longing but she explained that it was as if they were removed from the waters. "Oh!" they gasped for such an inexplicable fate to have befallen a creature. Their memories, much more ancient then hers had no recollection of such things, deep in the sensual waves of their emotions. Of course mermaids memories are as waving sea weed and they only recall what is needed. They did amongst them agree to watch the nearby fishing village for him. This manifestation of the stabilizer of the universe.
For many years he was no where to be seen. The girl grew in years and even though her resolve to not return was adhered to, she almost forgot what exactly she was looking for. Many times she had seen captured by the slave traders when she would get too close to the village in her search and every time she managed to escape. Her fearlessness of nature allowed her to go where men fear to tread and in the great storms as she dove off the cliffs into the ocean, no man dared risk his life over one fiery captive. She would swim around the bluffs and rejoin her wolf pack.
Her best friend, a great leopardess who watched the land from high above in the great canopies of the tropical trees, was a spiritual refuge she sought every year on her birthday. She would allow her to approach only that one time, remaining aloof to turn the magic of time and the fate of the land in her great abode amongst the sycamores. This was the girl's 36th birthday and she felt in her bones that something was changing that was beyond comprehension. This time when she came to her, the leopardess was more eager to receive her.
She spoke inside to the girl 'Come' and the girl climbed the great branches until she was in front of her crouched on a great limb. 'Speak girl' she huffed not wasting a moment. 'I have come to know will I live and know my purpose this year?' It was the same question as she asked every year yet this year she felt different. her bones spoke to her now with a depth she had not known before. 'You will know him this year' the leopardess answered then jumped effortlessly to a limb in the distance and in one moment vanished into the canopies. 'Ugh' the girl huffed with frustration as she descended for this is what she answered every year and from her observation there was nothing she could make of it year after year.
But that year the mermaids that did not give up in their promise to find what she had asked for so long ago, saw a man walk off a boat into the fishing village. He was quite larger then most and a hammer larger then any they had ever observed seemed to go unnoticed by the passings and goings of the villagers. The wind strangely picked up wherever he went and the people became calm and relaxed. They made a plan then to get him to the girl.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
My god
My god does not ask me to bow my head and become small. My god asks that I look him straight in the eye with the full fury of fire within me burning bright.
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