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    How Did You Find Out About Heathenry?

    Well, I'd be interested in people's story of how they came to be Heathens? I'll share my own one as well, and I'm certainly interested in how others found out about our faith.

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    Well, anyway, as promised, here's mine. It's a bit long, I know, but, well...

    Finding my Trú Path - An Odinist Re-Awakening

    Thorsigurd AOR

    Now, what I will have to determine first is what and when my actual awakening was. And in fact this is a harder question than I would like to admit; because in truth, all the time the Odinist had slumbered deep within me, and it was out of lack of better knowledge that I had “followed” the Christian faith for quite a span of time. Obviously I was brought up in a Catholic family in a highly Catholic part of Austria, with my deceased grandfather (1926-2001 CE) having been so pious that he was part of an order whose membership is an honour rarely bestowed upon those not in the clerical profession as far as I am aware of) during his lifetime. Of course, the result was mealtime prayers and all other little perks that came with it…and really, how should I have known differently?

    Yet Christianity was not where I had felt at home, if I reflect upon the time of my nominal Christian faith. I had always had a closer affinity both to my culture and to nature than to a desert god and his “chosen people”. Indeed, when I was 11 or 12 I took my interst in my ancestry so far, that I asked several parts of my family to help me track back my ancestry for several generations. Obviously, taking into account my country’s history on a cynical note, this was an easier task than had I been let’s say French.

    The Christian dogma per se I had questioned from a very young age onwards: When I was five years old, I first asked my mother who this “god” was. She gave me an answer, an answer that would have been satisfactory to any five year old…but not for me. At this time I was able to read and write and lead discussions far ahead of my age group, and Odin’s spirit of seeking ever more knowledge was alight within me already. So I inquired further, yet I was not given a satisfactory reply once more. But I left behind the topic because I felt compelled to believe in the Christian god. After all, all of my family believed in him, so it could not possibly have been wrong.

    When I entered primary school this curiosity intensified. I was continously expelled fro the school church services, and when we were given Psalms to learn by heart, I memorized them quickly and then stuck them to the lunchbox, which I knew was going to go into the dishwasher immediately after coming home. I continously questioned the authority and accuracy of the bible, not seldomly with my characteristic cynicism, and for this I had to spend most RE classes outside, copying an extensive amount of lines from the textbook, as a punishment for my heretical behaviour of inquiring beyond the shallow messages offered to us by the teacher. Ironically enough, by the end of the year, I was aware of more than anyone else in the class.

    At least I got the condensed version from home, though. Despite from a religious background, my parents were divorced when I was little over two years old. A very sad event in my yet young life that I would not recommend having to experience to anyone, but at least it spared me the torture of being dragged along to church every odd Sunday.

    For long, nothing worth of mention happened, until I was roughly 11 or 12.. For a presentation at school, I researched upon Greek and Roman gods, and this was the first time that I heavily doubted that there was a single god – the idea of a polytheistic pantheon seemed, for a reason not comprehensible to my young mind, more familiar to my mindset. But I quickly pushed these thoughts out of my mind. After all, my friends, family and society in a wider context dictated elsehow; and on top of that I hadn’t even felt close with these gods at all, and discarded the idea, as it could not have been more than my obsession for long bygone days (in fact, History would remain my favourite subject throughout school to my excellence). Nowadays, a few year on, I know that the real, the only, reason why I probably hadn’t felt close to these gods was simply because they were the gods of another Folk group that I had no real links to, and that there I could not associate with them.

    That same year also marked another milestone in my development towards the road I would eventually walk down: It was the first time that I was actually made aware of the existence of Germanic cultures and gods. But of course, since everybody else in the class had been so obsessed with the Egyptians and Greeks, we did not cover this subject for more than two, maybe three lessons. Writing our forename in runes, learning about their style of agriculture and linking the gods’ names to the days of the week was as far as it went. The teacher didn’t explain what the gods stood for, so I concluded naively that it could not possibly be important, and that this idea could not be anything but obsolete.
    It did however spark enough interest for me to read the Nibelungs and a few other folk tales, but they were mainly children’s versions with an extremely Christian undertone, so I was picked off the path before I had even started properly taking it. Instead, I stuck with the alien god for a little longer.

    But it was not long before my doubts started again. Where was “god” when they ganged up on me after class? Where was “god” when I was depressed and looked for the guidance and wisdom from a higher power? Where was “god” when I felt let down by the people I had considered most trustworthy? Who was this apparently careless guy who never heard my prayers, this “God” who was embraced by my family and my friends so firmly, yet never helped me.

    And from there on it went further downhill, partially because of my difficulty to settle into a new social setting, partially because of my keenness to find out more. I was suspended and expelled from school several times due to the headmasters’ ability to see the potential behind a young boy who did not care whether his popularity suffered from “having the cheek” to ask for more information than offered, who dared to defend his own values and ideas to the point of an outburst, or at other times simply unpolitely wondered as to why he was never asked for the answer when it was evident that no one else knew. School rapidly became a place I loathed, and all the people associated with it. I distanced myself from my family, my friends, and other people who only meant me good. And, all this time, where was this “God” creature, who according to that famous John 3:15 quote apparently loved all his children equally? Why did did I seem to be the only one whom he had forsaken?!

    At last, things stabilized when I found a different school, which finally accepted my stride for more knowledge than what was universally taught whilst still accepting my obvious difficulty that I had in young years to establish myself within any community I was obliged to partake in. This was the reason why I came to Scotland at the age of 13, leaving behind all the sorrows of my childhood. Yet I was a young boy in a school far, far away from home – but at least it was in the most beautiful reach of the countryside imaginable; and the remarkable scenery with its hills and valleys, its morning mist, and the birds flying along between the treetops in the nearby forest made me rediscover my love to nature and its way.
    Yet, as regarded my spiritual development, the Abrahamic faiths were still the only I knew, and so I tried to apply “god” to nature for about three or four months, and whilst initially hoping that it would strenghten my faith, I was soon disappointed as it did not feel natural, especially as he still was nowhere to be found in my prayers when I needed guidance and wisdom the dearest. I soon started to lose all belief in him. I tried to amend a second time, when I let myself be pressurised into having an enthusiasm for being confirmed at the age of fourteen, that it was “the right thing to do.” And because even my friends argued that way and were all abuzz about the prospect of being accepted into the adult church community, I naively decided that maybe “god” would come back to me if I pledged my vows to him.

    Needless to say, he never did.

    My spiritual ways started to be virtually non-existent, walking this thin line between Agnosticism and Atheism. Once more it was one of those times when life was mocking me day in and day out, and I started to hate the world and every living person in it for the hardships I was given. I hate society foremost, but at least I still had nature. I would go into the woods every single day for an hourly walk, regardless of the fact that it was late autumn and the ground frozen. I would sit down on the fallen log and watch the birds race along the trees. I spied the occasional rabbit or even fox and felt incredible warmth at the sensation of being in the woods. I felt again that there just had to be some sort of godly force, but I didn’t know where to look. I wanted to receive, but I was sure that I would never find it.

    But as so often, when you are troubled by ambiguity, there comes a moment when you are relieved. As in Spring 2004 CE finally came the day that changed my life. It was a beautiful morning in April, and the first one that year where the warmth of the sun’s rays could be felt clearly. A good friend and I decided that this was a fine day for a hill walk, disregarding all school regulations that forbade us to leave school grounds without prior notice. It would include trespassing the farmer’s fields (nothing illegal in Scotland, really), past the nearby Loch and the to the top of the hill that was not far from school. Knowing that we would stay there for a longer period of time, enjoying this beautiful Saturday afternoon, we took our backpacks and filled them with food, drinks, alternate clothes and anything else that we could use. After bathing in the Loch (and hence almost freezing off any sign of manlihood we ever possessed) and used the wooden boat to venture across and back, we went to the top of the hill.
    When we reached the top, we enjoyed a savoury lunch (as opposed to the school lunch – I prefer not to go into detail: It is evident that every excellent school will have a drawback, and this was one of them…), and we talked quite a bit and laughed, between the occasional shared cigarette. A little later we decided that each one would mind his own business for some time. We undid the straps of our backpack and to daylight he brought a copy of the newest issue of a music magazine, and a CD (Finntroll’s “Jaktens Tid” album, if I remember correctly), plus the corresponding appliance to listen to it. Then I remembered what I had forgotten to bring in my usual lack of organisation: I had nothing to read and nothing to listen to.
    But as I did not want to bother my friend and deter him from his experience, I simply lay there and began to think. I was listening the birds’ song, and enjoy the spring sun’s subtle warmth combined with that soft breeze so characteristic of a hilltop. And again I had this warm sensation that I had felt before so often when sitting in the forest, that feeling that life was well worth living. Everything made sense, and it seemed as though it offered me an entirely new outlook on life and the world. And indeed, this day I had my “semi-official” awakening to Odinism.

    Many a reader will now surely wonder – why semi-official? Well, let me explain the way I experienced this moment. It would be hard to share that exact powerful feeling of the time, but I will nonetheless give a basic outline.
    The more relaxed I became, the more evident came the perception of present divinity. I felt the power, it was so close as to touch…the air felt light and I could make out and feel the flows of energy, as they lifted me forth into a reality unknown to me. There I envisaged two people at first. For the first moment, I saw a man well advanced in his age, with a brimmed hat riding a mount that simply, for my taste had “too many legs”, yet which raced with such a speed and grace that the mere vision made me almost feel dizzy. There were two ravens circling him, too. And then there was the other, who drew over the sky with a mighty hammer. He also had a beard, and the impression he gave was one of strength and protection rather than subtle wisdom. His hammer looked terrifying and I decided in my state that it would be mighty enough to create the lightning. Finally, after these had drifted, I faintly yet still clearly came to see a third figure. He was left with only one arm, yet I was made to understand that he had lost it in an act of bravery and sacrifice, so honest and trustworthy was the expression of his face that I was gobsmacked by the mere presence.

    None of these vision stayed for long, maybe less than a minute; but nevertheless I was certainly spellbound. But of course I couldn’t possibly tell ayone, that I had seen these figures in my head. Not only did I feel that my vision was very personal, but I also felt that fear that if I told anyone I would be laughed at and declared mentally lacking for what would seem like creating my own pantheon. In hindsight it would probably have been better to enlighten my closest friends, as it was some of them from whom I received most mutual support from when I explained to them some six or seven months later that I was an Odinist.

    Yet I could feel their presence clearly, days after days again. For the lack of names, I referred to the one with the hammer as “the Thunderer” (for obvious reasons), referred to the one-handed one as “the Just One” (as I felt that he served justice beyond all things) and the one encircled by his pair of ravens “the Wise One” (banally for my common conception that with age came wisdom).
    It took some weeks until I understood, it may even be months, I cannot recall – that I stumbled across a piece of information called “Odinism – What is it?” by an organisation called the Odinic Rite. This was when I first found out that what I had been thinking about were actually Odin, Thor and Tyr, three Germanic Gods, and that there were also others who followed them.

    Yet having brought up with the idea of a bible and dogma, I was afraid to delve deeper into the vast information and especially the practice of the faith, as I was afraid to do something wrong. I did not commit myself yet, and resorted only to those moments that I would have every now and again with my gods.

    Then finally for my 16th birthday my grandfather gave me a book entitled “Odin”, which contained poems about the Germanic Gods. He did not know of my visions or anything I had read up so far, but as my mentor ever since I had been young, he knew that I had always been obsessed with ancestry, history and culture – he had always observed my readings of the Nibelungs as well as any legend or folktale I could get my hand on. So he decided that it was time for me to learn something about their beliefs. That was in October of that same year, 2004 CE.

    And as I read along, I realised that I had not been so “far off” which my imagination. Of course I had realised some basics already, but some of the stories as I read them felt like they had always been a part of my memory, just left there for another time to rediscover; things like the story of the retrieval of Mjollnir or the myth of Ragnarök, etc.
    This was when I knew that through all this time, I had been a true Odinist at heart.

    It did not take long until I started to read up as much as I could on the internet, and stared to read and post on serveral Odinist message boards, such as Odinist.net or Blut-und-Boden.com, on both of which I have been able to meet great people and minds and had great discussions. Ever since I have been able to share my experiences with fellow Odinists, I have undergone a development of personality, and it is now that I believe that I have reached the end of a long and winded jopurney: I am finally at a point where I can be sure of myself, a place that I can call home without a second thought. Maybe some of the events that lead me along a road were not desirable, but maybe I would not have reached the desired destination without even a single one of them.

    In Hunting 2255 RE, I also joined the Odinic Rite – something that I had been planning to do for some time, but I had put off for the sake of my own spiritual development. Only when I felt that the right moment had come I did so. Due to personal circumstances I was unable to attend the Great Moot that year, but I finally made it to Summer Folk Camp in June and, in further consequence, to the Great Moot of the following year. Both opportunities to meet other Odinists and discuss and socialise with them, and especially of course the opportunity to partake in a group ritual, have been some of the best experiences in my life – and now I know that I have indeed come home.

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    I can't really be bothered to type everything out again, I've told this story a few times. All I will say is that it was a very strong pull and very spiritual... almost scary at the time.

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    Having been online for roughly the last 16 or so years, some answers to common questions, have become "saved documents" because "read this" is easier than developing carpal tunnel syndrome answering the same question for the umpteenth time... and you thought yours was long...
    Condensed from my diaries, I recorded for public consumption, my epiphany into my current state thusly;
    I began my studies of the worlds religions and philosophies from an EX-Xian point of view around the age of 12...
    What I practiced: A blend of anything That I Willed to master, built upon a foundation of intense imagination, and what others call a highly developed sense of spirituality, and clairabilties, of these I found an explanation in Occult and metaphysical writings and teachings, and had chosen to adopt these labels. From these building blocks here are some of things that I practiced and
    Willed to master; "Astral" work/travel, spiritual evolution and an increase of "power" or force/energy (Chi-Manna) etc. Elemental mastery in the realms of the Mental, Physical, and "Spiritual" as defined by that which "is" intelligent, and maintains some semblance of personality, and will remain existent beyond the existence of this flesh after it has expired, The elements here spoken of
    are the classic ones of "Western Esoterism", Earth , Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit,. Amplified sensory perception, Dreamwork, and experimental shamanic world walking.
    In care of my Mind, I developed what I termed "Direct Mentation", {no tools, no pantheon, instruments, dogma, faith, ceremony, words, initiation, the approval of cards, sticks, clay tablets,
    books, other people, and last but not least no extension of the physical self or mental crutch whatsoever...A kind of Zen in a petri dish experiment. That which requires nothing but the Will and ability to send that Will to accomplish it's purpose, my purpose, destiny etc.
    The art of forgetting became as important to me as remembering is to others. Still I felt something
    missing, a need to go further, a call to seek godhood or at least something semidivine.

    The authors, subjects, and organizations who influenced in varying degrees my mind during these
    years were:
    Aleister Crowley, Peter Carrol, Franz Bardon, Anton Lavey {at least introductions to everything
    he plagiarized), Edred Thorson/Flowers ~ Abaris/Saturnia etc. The Kybalion, Paul Huson, Donald Webb, Steve Savedow, C.G. Jung, Austin Osman Spare, Lao Tzu, Bruce Lee. (The OTO, Golden Dawn, Thelemic centered organizations, Chaos, Wicca, Paganism, Satanism, Left Hand Pathisms) H.C. Agrippa, Levi, Richard Cavendish, Synergetics~Fuller, Machen, Friedrich Nietzsche, Whoever wrote "A Book of Pagan Rituals" Joseph Max {The 555 Files}. The Vampire Bible,. In fiction. Frank Herbert, Piers Anthony esp. The Tarot trilogy, Clive Barker, Lovecraft, (anything and everything VRIL, Lytton) Neil Gaiman, Danzig, Verotik}, Roddenberry, Micheal Moorcock ~ Swords trilogy, The secret books of Paradys, Tanith Lee In Science: Chaos theory, physics in general, Biology, Psychology, Marine Biology, Archeaology, Geology, Genetics, human ancestor research mainly, Chemistry, as relating to Wholistic Pharming, Hydroponic Agriculture, Neurological Studies, as relating to Chemical/biological causes for religious and emotional phenomena etc.

    In the morass of generalizations, and pigeon-holing, 97% of modernities, "drop in the sea"
    mentality, I would have been classed during these formative years as a "Ceremonial Magician,
    Chaos Magus, Drugged out Greenpeace hippie shaman, Hermetic Magician, Magickian, even an
    otherkin for a short while, Nazi, Racist, Classist, Universalist, one worlder, Vamphyre, vampire,
    Illuminati supporter, sex addict, addict, Lost, and the term I prefer, Artist.
    My artistic leanings, Pen and Ink, Watercolor, Acrylics and Oils, pencil, tattoo, charcoal,
    skullpture, etc, Anything that makes a mess on any medium.

    "
    ...In sight of land, a crow upon the prow....
    "
    ...This Isle of Wight, so crowded, one can be an hermit no more...



    At some point roughly in May of 2003 ev. In a series of recurring dreams I saw walls of gnomish
    "beings" each in a window on a great wall, each window surrounded in rugged wooden
    "shingling", to no grand point I could determine, just haunting.
    In another, I saw my grandparents, followed by their parents, and their parents, seeming to
    number in the hundreds as I went further down this hall of what I realize are my ancestors, each one staring into
    me, and pointing further down the line, I can recall an amazement in the detail of their dress, that
    each one appeared to be in the prime of life, and each of them pointing further down the line, as I
    followed their direction I came unto an area of wilderness and light, the effect is hard to describe,
    circularish, oak trees made of light, stonehengish but more natural, in the center of this I recall a
    figure older, missing an eye, to intense, I woke up and made it a point to get up, and remember
    the preceding, this dream preoccupies me, the following days and weeks I'm haunted by these dreams, and by a figure
    from my childhood I remember as "my imaginary friend" he has a hammer... and a ring, both
    magical full of strength and power, I used to play "super hero" with this figure, I would be a peter
    panish king of the elves, and this figure was my weapon of "superpower" I had a gaudy ring that
    I would hold aloft, and with something to the effect of "By the power of this ring" I would become
    as my imaginary friend and lay waste to whatever poor shrub was playing the enemy, anyway, the
    two dreams amongst others, reoccur weekly, meanwhile my personal life was falling apart, and I wasn't actively
    doing anything of a spiritual nature, my significant other, was in the process of leaving me for
    some shitpile she met online and moving 500 some odd miles away to live with him, I was
    becoming a single father raising my two children alone, on my own, and amongst all this tragedy
    and bullshit, and a thousand other things fucking up around me, I was in no seeking mood, I went
    into a survival mode, emotionless, cold, going through the motions of work, rest and caring for my
    children.
    A few months of searching for my personal life, a few girlfriends, and the eventual return of the Ex made life horrid enough for me to dwell on a little Honorable Hari Kari, and then as I settled
    into my purgatory, my life all grayed out in every direction, the dreams return in full, the two mentioned and others in the same vein, I considered my life outside my children a complete waste of the universal joke, In all of my studies up to now I had always considered the Northern Tradition in the same light as Wicca, Just Neopagan Wicca with a paint job so White Power idiots had some mind candy to suck on, just like the rest of humanity, pacified so they could sleep without asking any real questions of themselves and existence. So I never delved into the real study of the ancient or modern movements, the runes as symbols attracted me deeply, I had met their forms in meditations, there was something to them, but my studies made them about as deep as Ralph Blum made them out to be. The Norse myths seemed a million miles from anything I was seeking, a mere Christian gloss of fairy tales, better left buried or burned.
    I was still haunted daily by the dreams and thoughts reminiscing on my imaginary friend, I
    determined to make an honest effort to glean the meaning or message from my subconscious, and
    set aside my personal damages for a day.

    I cleared my schedule, got the kids watched by family for a weekend, and had myself to myself, I retired to some nearby wilderness and giving myself up to "no-mind" invoked in my mother tongue that all that is, was or will be to come unto me and show itself, I called upon the images in
    my mind to make their meanings clear, using my will to force a conscious shutdown and open
    myself up to "whatever" releasing the pain of my broken heart into the earth, releasing all the
    pent up rages, angers, and violence into the air, it was if all the fire of the sun were leaving my
    chest, I let all my coldness go, I let myself go, at this point I remember a freak storm blowing over
    head, thunder, lightening, a hail storm, I breathed in clear and clean for the first time in years,
    extremely light headed, almost outside myself a word loudly thunders through my mind and the air
    around me "TOR" is as close as english can make it, the "T" more guttural, as if through gritted
    teeth and aspirated hard with an echo I still hear in my head and heart... as if thunder had made a
    word in my mind and being...indeed Thurisaws, Thoraz.
    I let the rain fall on me, absorbing the experience.
    I slept in the woods that night, when I awoke with my consciousness reeling back into "reality", I
    thought "Thor"... what the fuck? How in the hell? I've lost it, psychotic break with reality do to
    stress and hatred, no, I'm still here intact, this was the REALEST experience of the so called
    shaman I've ever had, all the universalist occultic knowledge I had plowed through since my first
    stirrings paled. All of my hardcore traditionalist Satanic studies failed and had a new light shed on
    them... "Thor???" this would require MORE than I had recourse to in my previous studies, via
    the Ron McVan material cursory glances through weak occultic material, based in Wiccanite
    influenced by Ralphy Blum fluff-bunny bullshit etc...
    I began with a internet sweep of Modern Heathenry, Northern Tradition ~ Asatru ~ Odinism ~
    Irminism ~ An old internet aquaintance Hildolf, The ToSs' Fenris Lodge Runa studies, Odin as a LHP
    Blueprint, The AFA, The Rune Guild, Wotanism, The racist elements of the movement via David
    Lane, I made a booklist to read and study.
    As usual I will leave no stone unturned, If I was empty, I was now standing at the buffet table, The
    first book "Exploring the Northern Tradition, Krasskova" followed by "Northern mysteries and
    magick Aswynn", "The Sagas of the Icelanders" 'Helrunar', "Nordic Runes", "Teutonic
    Magic", "Futhark", "Runelore", "The Secrets of the Runes", "Runecasters Handbook~The
    Well of Wyrd", "The Religion of the Teutons De La Saussaye", "Esoteric rune Magic", "Rune
    magic", "Northern magic", "Edda" prose and elder,
    "Beowulf,Mabinogion,Nibelungenlied,"Myth s of the Norsemen", "Germania", Njals Saga,
    Grimm in four volumes, Volsunga Saga, History and archaeology books on the Franks, Goths,
    Danes, Alemani, Icenni, Celts/Germans/Teutons/Angs/Ings/Engs/Nordics ~ Vikings, Iron Age
    Britons Finns Swedes Swabians, The Book of Blotar of the Odinic Rite, all 8 Trollwise books,
    The Temple of Wotan, Creed of Iron, some turn of the century material generated by the Thule Society, and other romantic German Nationalists, Ostara etc. Alot of online material that blends so much as to escape recalling a title, and my studies continue, I have begun my practice anew, from my Head and Heart, and not so much from the books.
    What I have found so far, so deep, so written in the blood, called as it were.
    The forms of magic and magic makers, Galdr, Seidr, Spa~kona/madr, Nidh, Saga, Runa, and the
    martial art of Stav.
    Deeper and deeper I have plunged into the Sacred well of my forthcoming...
    2006 Era of the Vulgar:
    As my mind grows in knowledge, and inspiration floods my once vapid framework I am overcome by
    my own ignorance of where and whenceforth the innate, inborn, praeter-knowledge, of certian of
    my "practices" had come, that some of my trance states had names in a tradition I thought so
    shallow, that my "magic-k" has happened before to others long dead and forgotten.
    Amazement, that a studied universalist, well versed in western esoterism, and well steeped in the
    practice of Thelemic, Satanic, Chaos and Discordian paradigms to achieve that all desired resultant
    of Will,
    Could be overcome, by something that never existed, accept in the metagenetic realm of which my
    science had assured me was impossible and unfounded, yet it's the only vulgar material that comes
    close to what I've experienced, I won't ramble on like some bible happy Jesus pusher finding
    the light for the dozenth time, you gotta make your own way and let what comes slap you around a
    little.
    This in brief, with much left out, is how I came to my Heathen roots.

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    To make a long story short... I met an Asatruar here at college who introduced me to a local kindred, and I really just went from there after about one or two lulls of not giving a flying shit

    Edit: At the actual kindred gathering I was at, I thought a lot of the people were stuffy fuckers (probably not too far from the truth), but later the second night, the lawspeaker of the kindred was telling a story at the picnic bench near the fire about how Tyr sacrificed his hand, Odin's sacrifices etc. While he was telling the stories, I noticed the wind pick up in the air, shadows of the trees got deeper and ingrained themselves deep in my soul, and I could not stop my body from shaking. It was a very powerful experience, and the lawspeaker of the kindred was very convincing in his re-telling of them!

    Later that night, a few of us went on the beach (this is Panama City, Florida mind you guys). The beach was so big, and there was NOTHING but stars in the sky! I had never seen such magnificence! And the people I were with, I had this feeling of absolute "kinship" that I had never felt with any of my immediate blood family.

    So there I was, standing on that beach, waves washing over my boots and salt water getting encrusted in my jeans, looking up at the sky thinking about just what my life at the time, and how little things like the concept of "family" meant to me at the time..... all I was concerned about at that time was black metal, getting wasted, and not going to my classes.... it was a pretty sobering experience.

    I must admit, I get quite nostalgic nowadays when I walk a beach on a clear, starry night

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    I found Asatru while looking for info on Celtic reconstruction here.

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    I stumbled upon the pre-Christian religions whilst involving myself in genealogical research. As I traced my familial lines back as far as I could, I couldn't help but think about "deep genealogy". Even though I couldn't trance any lines as far back (not even close, really) as the Anglo-Saxon invasions of England, I became interested in this time period. One day, I was browsing a local library and I came across a book called The Rites and Religions of the Anglo-Saxons. I promptly checked it out from the library and devoured it in one night.

    Anyway, as they say--the rest is history. :

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    Well, I have always been brought up with a strong connection with nature (I was in the boy scouts for 7 years, we own a farm with little technology and alot of woods, and I grew up near the big forests in southern Norway) and I was always told about folktales and sagns from early age. Always liked being and playing in the woods. The place where my mother is from there is alot of local folklore and history, rockcarvings, holy fertility stones, and there has been found items from early ages. None of my parents tried to force me into anything, but they are both listed as christians, though they arnt religious at all. There wasnt a single event that lead me to hedendom but a string of events and experiences I suppouse.

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    Black Metal bands that used Pagan themes.
    ... And Snow Covered the Lifeless Bodies

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vintersverd
    Black Metal bands that used Pagan themes.
    Are stupid and annoying.


    Oh sorry, thought this was the word association game.
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