This is a longer post. Please dont be rude. Everyone's spiritual journey looks different, and what happened for me may not be what happens for others.
I was born and raised Lutheran. For those of you who dont know, thags one of the flavors of Christianity, and the main one that stems from the Protestant Reformation. Lutherans follow the teaching of Martin Luther (in theory but thats mkre time and history and words having different meanings yadda yadda, thats for a different post), and my mom was the pastor at our church.
When I was a kid (like 2-4) I had an imaginary friend. Big Brother Michael. My mom and dad are convinced based of what I used to tell them about him, that he was the Archangel Michael. They explained later that they also got signs of Michael being around them when they were in seminary (pastor college) and explained he seemed to like our family.
Growing up, my dad always told me other cultural myths. He taught me that the first step to understanding a different culture is through their stories. When I was in 2nd grade (7 or 8), he got me a graphic novel called "Norse Myths," and i latched onto it like a barnacle to a ship.
When I was in my senior year of high school or my first year of college (i was 18-20), i had a vivid dream. I dont really remember dreams, and I still remember this one so clearly:
I was on this freeway, on an e-bike, and my bike broke. So I went to go explore the nearby town on the exit and saw a house that advertised e-bije repair. So I walked in, and the guy said he'd fix my bike for 100 bucks. While he fixed it, i explored the house. I remember the walls were painted a deep golden yellow, almost like yellow terracotta in Minecraft. There was a made, a little old woman, and she was talking to the guy before he went into his shop and she looked at me and her eyes got wide. I remember she came over to me and took my hand, and I felt it. Not dream me, **me**. I remember how her hand felt, cool and smooth and soft the way a grandmother's is, the joints round. She looked me in my eyes and saw me and all she said was "She's been looking for you". That's when I woke up.
I told my parents, and they encouraged meditation and looking inside. They were also bith very aware of negative entities and gave me basic self-protection stuff as I did these meditations.
The more I meditated and thought about it, the more signs I got. I saw more cats around my college campus (which wasn't super strange,we have lots of strays, but they stay away from students, and they kept showing themself to me), my mom kept giving me pieces of malachite and rose quartz saying she felt like they were for me, and even last year my own cat, Acorn.
When I asked if it was Freya, the overwhelming affirmative energy I got was strange and refreshing. I'd prayed to God and never felt any response, so a response that felt conversational was...exciting and scary. Id even told my parents that I wasnt reaching out to dieties because thats a good way to get catfished, and "just because im interested in the Norse gods doesnt mean they have to be interested in me". Growing up, I always loved stories that had Freya and the Vanir more than others, and the legend of her necklace, Brisingamen, was always my favorite. So much so I wrote a paper about it comparing it to the rising feminist movement.
I remember writing about how, in almost every story she's featured in that people know, she's used as currency, a reward for a job, a bargain chip, something coveted by men, and is given at the decision of another god, usually Odin. In the story of her necklace, its the one time it seems she decides that what she wants is worth the price of her body being asked, and when Odin finds out, he's furious. Even as an 8 year old, that was unfair to me.
The 2 things I asked Freya for, or for help finding, is marked by one of her runes. My partner is born under the Uruz rune and my cat under Thurisaz, both runes of Freyas aett.
Its just strange as someone who was raised where questions and prayers feel almost thrown to the abyss, to get responses and answers. I dont think anyone will read this far, I think I just needed to get this all down somewhere.