20 years, brazilian. This is my Asatrú blog. I've been a heathen for about 2 years.
I'm pro-Lokeans and Rökkatru.
"...In my heart have I named
you, Northmen, my bold brothers;
you smiling swains, ruthless and red
as my own blood."
My mom is a doctor. She is opening a new office in town.
I talked to her about Eir yesterday… And today she asked if she could lit a candle and an incense in my altar. So cute! <3@3 months ago with 5 notes
Warning: A bloodstone circle is a great responsibility. You must pray at it each morning, or it’s effects will diminish. Also, expect your life to get a little weird.
With this circle you will become a citizen of Night Vale… Whatever that entails.
Wait. What? I don’t even.. What is… Oh my…@4 months ago with 498 notes
So, talking about the unexpected thing I commented on my last post.
Before I go down further on what happened, there are a few things you’ll have to know so you can understand what happened:
- There’s a mice problem in my house (neighborhood, actually. I suspect they are mutants, since they won’t die).
- I have nine dogs. Six of them are referred as “the small ones” (although two are not that small) and two of them are referred as “the big ones”. These two groups do not get along and are separated.
Here’s what happened:
I went to bed around 1:30am that day. I was bummed out because of a few personal issues I had, so I decided to pray to Loki about it – just because he’s the one I end up praying to all the time. I lit my horn-candle and an oak scented stick-incense and proceeded to go to bed, and slept while talking to Him. One of my complains – not the original one, but I kinda drifted to it – was how I hadn’t felt his presence lately.
I woke up around 2am to the sound of the plastic cup in my night-stand moving. I thought it was a mice – although they’re not fond of my bedroom – and stood up to take the cup to the sink. And then I went back to bed. 15 minutes later, all hell breaks loose: dogs are howling and barking and I, being half-awake as I was, reacted fast enough to run to the yard.
The small dogs had broke free somehow, and the big ones are always on the yard during the night. They were fighting, but nothing as bad as it would normally happen when the two groups go face-to-face, though. I jumped in the middle of the chaos to put an end to it, and after my mom woke up and came to aid, we were capable of locking them up again without any injuries to anyone of the dogs.
But, the thing is: Small-dogs gate had been opened. OPENED. It has a lock. A gate lock. And it was open. O-P-E-N. As if someone went there and simply pulled the lock away just enough so the gate could be easily open with a slight push.
Sure, the dogs could have knock throw themselves on the gate enough times so the lock with slip, as there were no padlock in there… But they’re yard shares a wall with my bedroom. I was half-awake. I would have heard.
As everything calmed down, I had one quote in my mind. The opening quote from the Lokaheim website: "Signs of the Bastard’s holy presence tend to be unmistakable, to those who know Him. The screaming, the altercations, the people running in circles — all that was lacking was something bursting into flame, and I was not entirely sure for a moment that you weren’t going to provide that as well.”
I could not confirm it was him, since my godphone is either entirely absent or very undeveloped… But I could feel his hand in all of that.
And I am now left to understand what the hell was that all about. I mean… It could be a sign of anger, yes, but… If it was anger, why wake me up before it happened? Why allow me to react in time? I’m a very deep sleeper, ya know. It could simply be the way he found to go “I’m here alright, stop whining”. Or it could be something else. I have no idea. At some point I’ll figure it out, I guess.@4 months ago with 5 notes