Dreaming Of Skulltulas

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[st-pam]

Views from the cabin we stayed at on a mountain near Seljord, Norway. More photos

[lsleofskye]

Norwegian summer nights | linakayser

[emblaevermore]

Odin’s Bard

(The tale of behind this performance to be read along side with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvgMSZGnGrQ )

Here, the bard sat. As he pulled the horse hair over the strings, you'd never guess he’d begun the raid of his own mind. He plays a song he'd heard his entire life. A sound of an ordinary life.  A life that you reminisce about when you get older, lamenting over seasons of youth. The ordinary song you've played so often that it slowly leaves your mind unattended.. That particular ordinary song the bard knew to play.

He was tired. Exhausted with struggling for dominance. Tonight would be different. Tonight he would not fight it. He would stop trying to understand why the battling force needed what it needed from him.  Would he be forgotten? Would there be lyrics written of his plight? Curious..A strange thing was happening to his ordinary song..

..as he felt his ordinary song slip from his fingers and the last of his mind follow suit, an ancient, archaic song crawled into the strings and rolled into the ears of the room.  This empty bard played now, as though every fiber of him was made for this song. The notes growing stronger as the body ritually pulled the music out of the instrument that now made its way slithering around the onlookers. Seducing them with its temptations of tales of sorrow they couldn't resist. An invitation cornering them in. 

Come one, come all, come listen to tragedies, witness now the gods as they beg!  

The music taunts even the conductor with distraction. Invites him to forget why he came. Playing with his focus. 

But he slows down, forgetting not why he came. Slows down to plead with them to listen, 

"I've ripped my heart out to reach you

Time sends me, Fate sends me.

All things, all names have fallen dark

All life gone from this light

As predicted tragedies, you hear now.

Now I plead, "restore life”

Now I plead, "restore order"

I come broken, carrying the weight 

of gods forgotten, forces of nature forgotten

I've seen a darkness you don't forget, a darkness to end all time."

The bodies vocal chords hits the air, kneeling and reaching and pleading. Panicking, blindly clinging to any place in the mind that might offer refuge. Taking cover, hiding behind all the noise.

Sorrow and desperation tonight would be heard to this small room in a language unknown to all present. The chosen few would never know the role they played in the fate of everything. That moment would ignite the vital extraordinary curiosity.

The bard rehinges to his mind and body, feeling the ashes of the last god on his fingers and the strings. The task of this extraordinary plead, clear now to him.

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This is a sort of fan fiction. Going along with the idea stemmed from Neil Gaiman’s American Gods” of gods being forgotten and their powers stemming from those who believe in them.

Obviously Einar is singing in Norwegian and the words i have quoted is not what he is reciting. And this song has nothing to do with what I’ve written. I just absolutely love this performance and felt it deserved a story of its own. 

I am also in no way a writer and am sorry if the structure is all over the place. I just typed out what I was thinking as I listened (with sprinkled edits)

Enjoy.

A

[emblaevermore]

Love your aesthetic! Any advice for young witches?

Your advice is as good as mine as I am a young witch myself. :)

[dame-wolf-deactivated20190723]

Workspace ig: roux.fox

[draiocht-arsa]

Beautiful. On ice calcite, a crystal used by the vikings to navigate the oceans

[thegard3nwitch-blog]

Odin’s rune (Ansuz)

[follower-of-morgoth]

[etsycult]

 THURISAZ and ANSUZ Rune Pendants by DarkwoodJewelry

[crystalcurses-deactivated201802]

quartz crystal runes

[the-cinder-fields]

Hans Langseth posing as Odin

[lurnos]

In Norse Mythology, Hugin (“thought”) and Munin (“memory” or “mind”) are a pair of ravens that are the shamanic helping spirits of the god Odin. These informants are two of the many sources of Odin’s prodigious wisdom and it is from this association that Odin is referred to as a “raven-god.” Hugin and Munin are semi-autonomous beings who are simultaneously projections or extensions of Odin’s own being. In Chapter seven of the Heimskringla book Ynglinga saga, which provides an euhemerized account of the life of Odin, describes that Odin had two ravens, and upon these ravens he bestowed the gift of speech. These ravens flew all over the land and brought him information, causing Odin to become “very wise in his lore.“ 

[warriorsofmidgard]

[oneforsorrovv-deactivated202006]

Hello, dear Wardruna. I missed you. 🎧 ♫♫♫ ❤️

[hellwatermelon]

[ulvrh]

The darkest days of the year marks the end of the death-cycle of the year and the beginning of the life-cycle. It is in these darkest of days that summer and light is born. It is a good time let die what needs to die and make room for new things to grow. So light you own fires in honor of the sun and her grand cycle of life and death. Light them with intent and let it burn away what needs to be burnt and let the fire and smoke carry your hopes and wishes coming time high and far!

-Einar Selvik 

[emblaevermore]

Wardruna

I had the amazing opportunity to see one of my recent favorite bands, Wardruna.  I flew out by myself to see them in DC. The experience was unbelievable. I actually found them at the breakfast area in the hotel I was staying at the morning I flew in. Words cannot describe what it was like to meet these people. I wanted to cry and tell them how much their music touches my soul..but alas..all I could do was thank them for coming out the states. I even managed to get a picture with them. To be that close to musical geniuses is so hard to convey. Einar Selvik has undoubtedly changed my life as I am sure he has with others.  Then to see them that night perform, was an experience that is hard to put into words. They made my soul cry that night. The sound of the instruments paired with vocals from Einar and Lindy-Fay...fantastic. Fantastic doesn’t even seem like a good enough word to use.  I cannot wait to see them again.