#odinposting

[mythomanian]

you kids with your googles and your jstors don’t know how good youve got it. back in my day to know anything you had to sacrifice your eye and hang yourself from the freaking world tree

[lifeinthegladhouse]

I haven't been posting on here as much about my pagan journey.

Today at work a man with a shirt of a specific place I've been in redneck Ozarks from my Great Road trip of 2021 was being helped by me and I couldn't believe his shirt it was so odd and insane and we both were guffawing at this moment

It was a very clearly Odinic moment.

Days ago my partner randomly got a settlement for a settlement she didn't even enter, for 1.11$ from the bus company we took on the road trip with the man who said His name, from Houston to Fort Worth.

Just enough to "haha, made you look!"

I felt like a wave moved through me when the mask asked, "Have you ever been to R***'s S*****?"

"....yes"

It's hard not to be immensely anxious when the Old Man suddenly appears. And my OCD. "Do I need to check my storage unit, is someone I know going to die, etc etc"... But I've learned thats OCD and not magic and it won't find me the reason the Old Man is reaching out.

But that's a big reach out. That's not just a "hello".

I saw a lot of people from NM today too. Including some weird Europeans who bought lots of jewelry in Santa Fe, after I'd been talking to a woman about Albuquerque and Santa Fe and the Road Trip.... Saw a woman with a Rt. 66 hoodie but thought nothing of it cos y'know they happen.

It reminded me of about as much of a slap in the face as the time a man came into my old work place that I was fired from, on a Weds, in an A.G. shirt (?!?!), or as if ... If someone walked in with a shirt of my Cousin on it (not impossible but highly unlikely).

It was strange.

As I walked home I wished I could tell dad because Dad was alive when G died. But Dad's dead too. And I purposefully didn't talk to him about the Old Man, although he knew.

Everyone who would've understood is dead, but us.

Me, my partner, and God.

I wanted to tell G but I remember he's dead (still), that the dead don't come back the way we want them to, that he was dead when we went because that's why we went.

Nobody really quite understands

Which is why I need to go back and write my book,

Y'know the book about meeting the Old Man on the road, the book that kept me sane in California, but was too hard to write when I had all the time in the world because Dad was dying and that book has detailed accounts of the last times I really hung out with Dad truly, before he got ill. And we kinda knew it would be, at the time, in a way.

I carved his name in a candle and I painted in the carved runes with Caput Mortuum paint, sky blue ink along the bottom, whiskey incense, split an n/a radler.

The runes I pulled start with sowilo and end in uruz, the runes that the lightning in my tattoo make when you look at the lightning in the mirror (ENTIRELY unintentional), sowilo, like lightning, striking the aurochs - the tattoo is of lighting striking a cow skull. Sowilo...tiwaz upside down... Fehu ...and uruz ...

I laugh and realize the runes spell "S.T.F.U"

And then I continue to wonder, "why?'

[endeavorance]

I think I would be legitimately happier if "taken into ICE custody" meant "frost giants took them"

[dammitradar]

[lifeinthegladhouse]

me: ill leave an offering today even tho its not wednesday, it's tuesday

me later: dear god it IS wednesday

[lifeinthegladhouse]

just saw the sickest odinn art ever in the wild with lots of rad imagery EXCEPT the artist included a feather head dress and im like.... can u....not...

[lifeinthegladhouse]

been thinking abt the theme of odinn trying to prevent ragnarok (love when an appliance runs out of juice and beeps at me right as i type this), and how relatable that is for so many humans, and how relatable it is for me as an ocd haver with epic bad luck and traumatic life, particularly having dealt with death and things so much lately. something to ponder. even after my long ocd induced hiatus of practicing more regularly, i still feel his presence being of great importance, and closely interlinked with my life.

[lifeinthegladhouse]

Also side note there is nothing, NOTHING, funnier, than when both my partner and I are privately having some hierophany that we don't even talk about, and then she sees a fuckin meme or something with the actor who played Mr. W*dnesday in AG, which is like, kind of a running joke of ours (a bandmate of my aforementioned cousin who passed actually knows the actor and it's really weird because he occasionally see this come up in their circle and it's just like, very weird, "degrees of separation" type shit), and when she told me, I was like, wow, of course. Of course.