Sunday, October 19, 2008

American War and Humanitarianism

I don't know how many of you caught debate #2 last week, but there was a great oppurtunity missed out by McCain to make a point that keeps going around in my head. First they went round about the Iraq war and Obama was hammering the fact the we went in at all and what a mistake it was. Then when asked about using the military to go into a place for humanitarian reasons and no national security threat he was sure that we were supposed to go places to stop those atrocities. He said that of course we could not go everywhere, but mentioned the crises in Darfur, Africa. Why McCain did not respond with something about Saddam Hussein using chemical weapons against the Kurds in the north I have no idea. Were those chemical weapons he used on tens of thousands of Kurds not mass destructive enough for everyone? Is Iraq not close enough to fanatical muslims and Afghanistan? Should we have gone to Africa instead? Maybe we should bring all our troops home and regroup, deny all requests for military aid to our allies and humanitarian crises everywhere for a time. Then when the time does come for us to step into a serious situation, like the Battle of the Bulge and WWII when our grandfathers went in with their superior tanks, people will look at Americans like heroes again.

I know there's a lot of opinion going around that Americans have become imperialistic and greedy goons. I can't disagree with that. On the other hand I know we spend a lot of money helping after disasters like tsunamis and earthquakes. I bet some people are grateful when our navy shows up after disaster strikes. All I know is it's a tricky trail to tread.

I was watching Extreme Home Makeover last night. I'm always overwhelmed by the humanitarian nature that goes out to nurture people when they see fit. It's that spirit of America that makes me proud to be here, even in this complex clusterf**k of government we have these days. Frustrating as it is, I have to look at it like another challenge even smart people have trouble understanding, let alone having a clear answer for a solution.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Hall of the Moon

Hall of the Moon Within this Great Hall, abide all our houses.
To giggles and whispers, my mind arouses.
I wander among them, loving the weaving,
And in my mind, tis well, I'm never leaving!
I love to run, till my leaping turns to flight.
With this joy, I visit homes all through the night.
Some, I find are occupied, and work to draw me in.
Some, behind their walls, wail,and moan within.
Too, some press upon me, eager for their fill.
I wriggle, writhe, forceful, free myself until
I float above, to see horror on their faces.
Surprised, as my mouth sounds forth my graces.
Voice sounds forth, and deep within is shouted out.
I fly for fun, as they flee, I'm free from fraught!
I see them run, and know that they must heed me.
Unheard, I know They weave it, that They see me.

Come through Their places, decisions in my mind
Journey done, I roam, till woods of home I find.
I clear the room of my home within the loom.
Swept corners, ceilings to floors, set aside my broom.
Prepared, I sit within my home upon the stone.
My mind, heart, eyes, Their tools, so Vor is shown.
Ready now, soon Dawn will break upon my door
To bring me back beneath the sun evermore.
Knowing I must leave and cannot stay,
I waken and wash to meet the day.

Sitting by the side of the tides of my mind,
I remember the weaving,and faith I find.
So I know I have to go.
The light is lit, my way to show,
To go along till turns I know.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Verses on Fate

Two verses from the Poetic Eddas, as translated by Carolyne Larrington.
From, "First Poem of Helgi Hundingsbani".

2 Night fell on the place, the norns came,
those who were to shape fate for the prince;
they said the prince should be most famous
and that he'd be thought the best of warriors.

3 They twisted very strongly the strand of fate,
.... in Bralund;
they prepared the golden thread
and fastened it in the middle of the moon's hall.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Fate and Wyrd

Weird it is, and Fate I call it because it is a popular term and my mother used it. But Fates are a Greek concept that implies some other entities are in control over one's life. The concept of Wyrd is from the north and is understood as a part of a complex primal layering called oorlog, literally "primal layers". It is what is built upon a generation, each in turn creating practical limits and specific situations. It is what is. We all help to continually create it.

I hold reverence to Her in life with the supernatural reference, as Mother Wyrd. It is supernatural, because it requires a superior knowledge base to explain the nature of it. The Web of Wyrd is a tapestry far more complex than the spider's web. It is the connections of our metaphysical biofields. It is the astral plane where dreams are shown.

When I see a dream come true I wonder at the potential of this unknown, the depth of the Hall of the Moon. I like to think my mysticism is pragmatic. I'm sure that in our dreams we travel and communicate within the web because I remember bringing back truth and photographic memories of future events that came true. It seems somehow in the web, time can bend.

Thursday, April 17, 2008


There is a wide spectrum of roots that create the foundation for our behavior, that each person receives from their parents and society. Whether it is an orthodox religion that is well disciplined or a free thinking impulsive ideal based on egotistical satisfaction, it is well ingrained in our minds by adulthood. So much so that it's difficult to seperate the religion from the man. It is within his fiber.

There are times men even have a hard time accepting facts when they don't support their idealism. And how quick are we to accept mere speculations when they support our biases? We would all do well to acknowledge our biases and how they effect our receptivity to information, to know ourselves, to clarify the bias of positions we have. If we can acknowledge the bias we can consider the weight of it. We can set it aside in an objective manner.

When my forefathers seperated church and state they knew the oppression of being ruled by opinion. Puritans knew the wrong opinion could get a death sentence. Today we're not afraid of being burned like John Hooper, who stood his ground with his faith and faced death for it. We are not being burned by the Catholics anymore.

We have modern methods of dying for beliefs. Opinions still kill, and objectivity is something I only practice. I love holding onto my own beliefs. It is my spirit as it has descended down through time to now.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Are you a Heretic Among Heathens?

You are a Heretic Among Heathens
If you believe death is the end.
If you think it's a sin to spill some wine.
If you're a gluttonous pig.
If you are not concerned.
If you think Asatru is like anything else.
If you don't stay loyal to your family.
If you feel guilty for being white.
If you think you're a vampire.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Building Walls

Yes, I've been criticized among Heathens many times. Not just for my wording when describing philosophy, but even for my questions. No worries. It's a process. It's challenging dealing with so much freedom of religion in this melting pot called America. I am thankful for this freedom, for the time to awaken and shrug off the veil of Christianity. Heathens need their roots and work to reconstruct what has survived the Inquisition of the Church.

Part of this reconstruction effort requires building walls. There has to be boundaries and common ground for there to be culture. Our elders and scholars must clear the way and provide us with the tools to continue their work. It has been good for me to focus on this path to Asgard, where the walls are being built anew. Sure, it's neat to hear about some South American shamanic journey once in a while. But, my heart and soul needs my own roots from the European culture I come from.