“The night you came into my life
Well, it took the bones of me
Took the bones of me.
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me
Shook the bones of me”
- Life Less Ordinary, Carbon Leaf
Ever since I started looking into Lokeanism over a year ago, I noticed how comfortable Lokeans are with talking about themselves in the tag, sharing themselves and their experiences. I figures, since I’m starting this blog to parse my own relationship with Loki, that it’d be appropriate to talk about myself a bit, and well, to start with the beginning.
So, greetings everyone. You can call me Vyski, Jay, or JD. I’m a 28yo non-binary(or gender fluid? idk) non-professional artist, professional historian. My favorite pronouns are Xe/Xem/Xyr, but They/Them is fine too. Honestly I’ll accept any pronoun. I’ve been married almost a year, and we live with three of our friends from college in a pretty ramshackle house outside Washington, DC. I also have a precious 8yo Corgi!
As far as interests, I love sewing and embroidery, playing video games (horror and action RPGs are my favorites), watching anime, and studying both folklore and fandom. I also collect both resin and vinyl ball-jointed dolls. Oh, and I’m a furry.
Loki came into my life kind of like a tidal wave. Starting as a ripple, a mention, an interest in Marvel’s Loki, then an increasing magnitude. I attend a major SCA event (Pennsic) and I felt a connection to the norse traditions there. God of War’s portrayal of Loki I latched on to….sudden urges to name my favorite doll Loki or some variation. I found great joy in learning about Loki’s queerness. It all culminated a year ago last May, when I heard the Carbon Leaf song in my head and felt a connection to Loki so strongly I was left shivering and crying.
So, I reached out to them, and they reached back. Since then I’ve tried to forge a relationship with Loki, but without much success. Which brings me to the reason behind this blog.
I am not religious or spiritual. My parents, having been raised in Christian families, both went agnostic/atheist as adults, and raised me as such. In the retrospect they chose a pretty awful place to raise a child as agnostic. Despite being outside of the Deep South, the part of Virginia I grew up in is horrendously Bible Belt conservative. Hell, bible study was a weekly event at my elementary school (in a trailer just far enough off school property for it to not be a crime). I was ostracized and actively bullied because I wasn’t Christian.
Suffice to say I quite abhorred Christianity for most of my life, and stayed away from all organized religion as a cautionary measure. I’ve since matured enough to recognize that just because I was treated like shit by Christians doesn’t mean all of them are bad, and just because religion or spirituality wasn’t for me didn’t make it inherently bad. And for a long time that’s how things have been.
But, after exploring the various paganism and witchcraft tags here on tumblr and well, feeling an attraction to it, I began to seriously consider if I could follow a deity, and Loki found me. And I’ve kinda been floundering in it.
I just never feel like I know what I’m doing—how do I pray? how do I make offerings? how to i cast a circle? how do I purify my space? how do I talk to my god(s)? how do I know they’re listening? how do I know they’re real?
I’ve tried off and on to talk more earnestly to Loki, and I’m certain my lack of consistency and insecurity wore on them. Finally I caved and asked for an outside source to communicate with Loki on my behalf, to ask if they really even wanted this, and what I needed to do.
I was told that yes, Loki wanted me, and that I should get creative. Honestly I could have cried. Loki wants me. They care about me! And I can take my own approach. I can forge my own path and my own relationship with my deity. It feels both scary and incredible to say that.
So here we are. I’m going to use this blog hopefully as a space to share and reflect on my experiences, and to make myself comfortable with the fact that I have found a deity, and that I am in fact, a Lokean. I have no idea how to tell my husband or friends or family, but hopefully, through this blog and with Loki, I’ll figure that out.
I had hoped that a year ago was my real starting point on this journey, but it seems I needed more time to become comfortable with the notion.
Here’s to the real beginning of a new journey.