OFF INTO THE WOODS
In the next week or two, I will go off into the woods alone for high ritual and old traditions completely within nature's embrace. I constantly search for what has not been sought.
I have a unique perspective as the Folk Nation we have built breathes life and our young warriors’ heartbeats sound the drums of tomorrow’s victories.
This path of our ancestors has overtaken me and whether I invoked him or he possessed me, my relationship with Óðinn is visceral and has overtaken me in such a way it has encompassed my very being.
For me alone, and in no way do I speak for the Gods as I am just a man, I lean into this experience.......
A few rituals dug from the depths of our lore and the echoes of heroes before guide me on my quest.
I hear clearly and speak old tongues, calling on and preparing for the reality of our inevitable opportunity.
The Gods are with us watching; this I know!
As we return to tradition and our piety deems us deserving once again, those who would seek to destroy us will remember our might and why the world shakes when the armies of man hail Wotanaz!
I kneel before Óðinn. As I embrace my connection and fate, I go deep into the woods for the sole purpose of sacrificing, extreme self suffering And communicating with the father of my fathers and progenitor of my bloodline. Ultimately, I demand nothing, yet seek constantly, only striving so that one day possibly the generations that come next will be free. My examples are those who came before and the very laws and traditions the Gods themselves bestowed on us!
“Jarl Sigurðr spoke the invocation and signed [the horn] to Óðinn, and drank from the horn to the king.”
(Hákonar saga góða, Ch. 18)
By Michael Sessumes
Hildingr, RFU
⚡ravenfolkunited.org
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