Valkyrie's Troth

The whole world wide, every day,

fly Huginn and Muninn;

I worry lest Huginn should fall in flight,

yet more I fear for Muninn

-From Grimnism

Here is my latest poem published in HUNTERGATHERESS JOURNAL : VOLUME 2, 2009. The initial writing of "Valkyrie's Troth" was written under the Stars completely by Memory instead of paper or Computer. I wanted to capture some of that old Troubadour feeling which I speculate was composed for and inspired by Blood Memory. (Odin's Raven Mumin in the above Poem means Memory.) I did not realize it until later but it also incorporated some of the Anglo-Saxon Alliteration where "initial alliteration," the repetition of sounds at the beginnings of words or syllables was used.To really appreciated this Poem needs to be belted out on a Stage or around a campfire.

Valkyrie's Troth

In this TeenAge Age,

Of TeenAge Senility,

Where Pop Hop Propaganda

Create concrete conceptual

Dungeons,

Crafting creeping conspiring

Darkness.

Where New Age Man

Anamalizes into Fellatio Bitches

And New Woe Man

Anal lies into Dildo Pricks

Shitting Pumpkins,

The Beast of TeenAge Rage

Trembles

Terrified

Before a Valkyrie's Troth.

High above

Vermin infested Villages

High above

Rising white collar Gulags

High above

Sky scraping sick babbling

TV transmission Towers

High beyond

A poisoned polluted Night

Occulting universal Light

On a Wintery Yule Tide,

A Winged Goddess

Angle of Death

Chooser of the Slain

Silently parts a pure Path

Through the chemically killed Sky

for a moment Hovering

In the hallow Halo

of that universal Light,

Then Swooping down

Onto its's Prey

Wings in flight

Giving mortal fright

To a teenage Boy.

Valkyrie of elder Worth

Volva seeing Rebirth

Pregnant with inner Earth

Wyrds the Boy a Man.

Sacrifice she demands

Sacrifice your Age

Sacrifice your Suffering

To the Best in Man.

A forgotten old Sword

Awakens, arises in the boy's

Immortal bold Soul.

Forged in divine Lust

Crucified on the Cosmic Tree

Whose Roots no one can see,

called by the Goths

Needful the Dragon Slayer,

by the Celts

Excalibur the Camelot Maker

by the Mystics

Tiwaz the Troth Seeker.

This Sword is once again

wielded,

Smashing towering concrete Concepts

Into fertile Earth.

And then,

Pierces the conspiring Darkness

With Heroic Stars

That pour forth their

Enlightenment.

Now the TeenAge Age

Truly awakens.

For it has been demanded

By the Valkyrie's Troth.

For J who sees the Best in Man.

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Loving the Abyss

It is easy to love what we know but difficult to love the Heideggerian "Abyss". We want to be loved the way we love others but when others love us in their own unfathomable way is this not the Nietzscheian “Abyss” staring back at us?

"He who fights monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." 'Beyond Good and Evil' by Friedrich Nietzsche

CHILDREN PLAYING IN THE SAND.

Fellow spiritual Traveler

I miss spending time with you. Your POV of reality is always refreshing and in some ways grounding. Don't worry that you rant. This is normal for someone who is seeing more than the average person who is not immersed in the "they"* world.

The problem is possession, the state when we are being hypnotized by someone or something. This some THING, THIS SEIEND* can be so called “real”, unreal, paranoiac, fantasy ‘the truth’ etc. but they are all just Matrixes that limit us if we can not step out of them. Chess is a Matrix of Possibilities. I spent periods of my life where nothing else existed. It helped me deal with the “they” world by giving me a refuge to heal. Eventually I had to step out of the Chess Matrix and deal with the “they” Matrix. To say that the Chess Matrix is less real than the ‘they’ Matrix is missing the point. I can play chess whenever I want and I can play the ‘they’ Matrix when NEEDED. It is the skill through spiritual discipline to play in whatever sandbox that allows you to unfold to your true spiritual destiny. Carl Jung found himself buying and being obsessed with Alchemy Books. Where these just medieval rants that purported to find mystical recipes that could change lead into gold and change gross matter into the elixir of life. The Alchemy Matrix had possessed Jung. When he was given the key to Alchemy by Richard Wilhelm in the book ‘THE SECRET OF THE GOLDEN FLOWER’ the obsession only increased but the possession decreased. He was becoming more aware, more conscious and this put him on a higher level of consciousness that allowed him to exorcise the possession with his new found genius. To say possession is always wrong of course depends if it is part of your spiritual unfolding or enslavement. Jung kept himself sane through his spiritual discipline of Depth Psychology and in troth with the process of awakening. Jung called this the individuation process and some like Abraham Maslow have called it Self-Actualizing. The alchemist could of called it working on their Magnum Opus. The Hindu’s call it Yoga, the Chinese call it the Tao, New Agers call it Enlightenment. People who hold Troth with AbenLand call it God, Gott, Goth, Gote, etc. In this Goting, this quickening, we come to know we are more than any one matrix or combination of matrixes we are the ground of these matrixes that surpassed all restrictions of time and space. Unfortunately Judeo-Christianity has high jacked these sacred words and bastardized them to such extend we are hostile and alien to them.

Each matrix is a sand box and we are children destined for endless play. When young wolves play are they just playing or are they embracing their true nature. Friend do not be afraid to play! - just develop the discipline so that you can remember which sandbox you are in. Keeping a daily Goting Journal is imperative for you surviving the storms of the Goting and the “the” world. The Genie or Genius has been activated and there is no way to put it back into the bottle of the ‘they’ Matrix. Yes the sad truth Friend is that if you can develop the disciplines that are needed you are destined for a dance of endless play and bliss that leads to the Immortality of GotHood.

Your spiritual Friend
Tiwaz

FOOTNOTES:
SEIEND:
In German, Heidegger is distinguishing Sein (the verb-derived abstract noun corresponding to 'being' in English) from Seiend, the German gerund of the verb sein ('to be'). In English, however, the gerund of 'to be' is also 'being'. To preserve Heidegger's distinction, translators usually render 'Seiend' as 'a being' or 'beings,' and occasionally as 'entity'. REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Being_and_Time#Endnotes

“THEY”:
This "who" of "everyday" Dasein is the "they" [das Man], which is characterized by distantiality, averageness and levelling down and constitutes "publicness." The "they" is both everybody and nobody "to whom every Dasein has already surrendered itself in Being-among-one-another." The "they-self" is the "not itself" of Dasein to be distinguished from authentic Dasein. Authentic Being-one's-Self, therefore, is an existentiell modification of the "they" as an essential existentiale, and, therefore, the former is the more primordial disclosure of Dasein. REF: http://www.mythosandlogos.com/heidegger.html