Thunderer’s Call

Marten Eskil Winge – Thor’s Battle with the Giants
Thunderer, protect ye
Children of Heimdallr
from the jotunn,
and all their wickedness.

They will fail
in their fight,
against so
mighty a God.

Mjolnir can
level any
building, or
foe we fear.

Wielded by
our mighty
warrior, and
Giant-Slayer.

It's famous,
and feared,
forged in
not full flames.

Serpent-Slayer,
Giant-Killer,
Thunderer,
Odinsson,

Thunderer,
be with us,
Thunderer,
be with me.

They Can Still Hear

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Forget the world
thrust upon you
For the wicked world
teaches you none.

Holy, holy gods
live on in
spite of such
Soul-Sickness.

They can hear
if you hail
and treat
them with honor.

Even in the
decadent
Demon-Age,
They can hear.

Calls of Praise

Vsevolod, Ivanov- A Vision of the Great Hyperborean Sea Godess arktida 2005-e1272294174325
Hanged-God,
your wisdom
is beyond
understanding

We praise the
call of your
name, wise
Chieftain.

Thunderer,
your hammer is
mighty, and we
live in its honor.

We praise the
call of your
name, mighty
Giant-Slayer.

One-handed
lord of justice,
your honor is
envied by men.

We praise the
call of your
name, honored
Oath-Keeper.

Father of Men,
your duty
at Bifrost
is blessed.

We praise the
call of your
name, watchful
Asa-Guardian.

Rain-Giver,
your gifts
to the farmers
are favored.

We praise the
call of your
name, lord
Fertile-One.

Chief-Poet,
give us a
drink of your
honeyed words.

We praise the
call of your
name, witty
Master-Bard.

Mosiac-Men: Thoughts on Rebirth of the Soul

Roman mosaics are both a beautiful piece of art, and a beautiful symbol. Men are not whole, but mosaics made up of the combined pieces of our forefathers. We are an amalgamation; a conglomerate of those who came before us and their deeds, and become a piece of our descendants. In creating the next step in the lineage, we continue this cycle of spiritual birth, death, and rebirth through our descendants. In each of your descendants lies a definite, traceable piece of yourself.

Spiritually, this cannot be ignored.

It is easy to suppose that only one’s genes pass through genetics, but it is not the whole truth. In genetics, you have the complete composite and picture of a person, exactly who, what, and why they are. Within each person is the genetics for their father, their mother, both sets of grandparents, so on so far. Is it impossible to suppose that their Souls, the Essence of who they are passes down similar to their genes?

Most believers on a pagan tradition would worship their ancestors and believe they are somehow “alive” or at least able to be contacted. That raises the question: why would one’s ancestors be able to be contacted from beyond the grave? I believe, it is quite simple, that as we torch-bearers of their existence, and their genetics and Souls, we have the inherent ability to call back to them. This is why one cannot really contact and establish relationships with the ancestors of another, as they are not a torch-bearer, a piece of their Mosaic. Spirits of another group are not inside you, so they cannot hear you, neither can they listen.

To get back to the passing on of Spirit, one will notice at least once in their life time they do something very similar to someone of their parentage, be it a father, mother, grand-parent. This could be analyzed as a piece of their Soul, their Spirit, that is contained in you peaking through. To put in more metaphorical terms, your Mosaic has a large shiny piece of them in it, dominating the picture.

Mosiac-Men

Neptune’s Horses, illustration for ‘The Greek Mythological Legend’, published in London, 1910 (colour litho) (see also 169595) by Crane, Walter (1845-1915); Bibliotheque des Arts Decoratifs, Paris, France; (add.info.: Les Chevaux de Neptune, illustration pour ‘La Legende mythologique grecque’;); Archives Charmet; English, out of copyright
Mosiac-men
made up of
many pieces,
carry much.

Each piece,
a person of
blood parentage,
an honor to carry.

Pieces of great
size, beauty,
and name
honor the picture.

Each piece
with history,
Each piece
with wisdom.

Mosiac-men
know their
worth, and
great power.

Family-Tree

Yggdrasil, the World-Tree.
Take care
of the tree
that's roots
uphold you.
The tree
has grown
to allow you
to be alive.
Cherish that 
sacred tree,
and it will
pay you back.

It's leaves,
in the soul.
It's branches,
in the blood.

Take care
of the tree,
and a terrific
life awaits.

Flames

The Valknut, symbol of Odin.

Majestic spirits
dancing in the
firelight, watched
by distant eyes.

Rageful surge
of divine energy
stokes the fire,
soothing the soul.

Burning bright
is the fire
encased in the
binds of flesh.

Should it burn
out of control
or will men
contain their fire?

Road Less Traveled

Wandering alone along
the holy path,
many mysteries
illuminating the way.

Few travelers have
the courage to
walk these mighty,
treacherous hills.

Such men claim
to know the path
better than others,
but are misled.

Thousands of
con-men line the
road, offering an
easier trip.

But the grand
rewards, earned
along the way
will be all the less.

If one takes
the correct road,
it will lead
to a sacred place.

Where the Gods
dwell, and one
will have
appreciated the journey.

To a Confused Soul,

“The gnawing in
the depths of your soul.
You feel it
deep in your bones.

It comforts you,
but yet you are
in fear and awe
at the beauty of it all.

The well grows
deeper with each
drink of it’s
divine waters.

You hear the summon,
but you do not speak
the language,
foreign to modern, mortal ears.

Confusion from the
nature of the Conversation,
the beautiful tune
lost on deaf ears.

Do not be alarmed,
by the radiance
of the rising sun,
it is written for you.

The path will clear,
as it’s walked
wisdom burning away
corrupted brush.

False paths and gods,
will lead you astray,
but the truth,
never changes.”