My departed dad delivers an ass kicking

I do plenty of seidr sessions to speak to those no longer in physical body. I have my routine down. It’s generally done to acquire wisdom. A view point on an issue that I’m just not seeing. A different perspective. I find that if I phrase my questions correctly I get plenty of response. So a week or so ago I decided to talk to my mom about her views on my taking up a concurrent spiritual path. I was ready for lots of loving support from the Other world for this new endeavour. Boy did I get something!

A bit about my parents. Mom was the loving one. If you wanted a yes answer you asked mom. Dad was the disciplinarian. He wasn’t afraid to spank. And often did. Being ex-military he was the tough guy. No cookies from him!

So I did my trance preparations. Lit incense. Put on my oil. Got out the drum and started chanting. I chant Freyja when I’m journeying. She loans me her boar to travel between the worlds. She appeared. The boar was with her which meant I was to travel.

I got on the boar. Still drumming I changed my chant to Hella. The boar started running down towards Hel. As we were traveling the boar suddenly stopped and turned around. Now we were traveling upwards. I was very confused. But I knew enough to just go with it.  Up we went. Up the Tree. Soon we were in Asgard. Well I thought. Odin must have something to say to me. Suddenly I was excited. I had been summoned!

As I looked around I realized this was not the Asgard I was used to. Normally it appears to me as a big field of grass. Sunny and bright. Today it I was overcast.  Gloomy. The field was full of men in the distance.   Behind them was a great hall. Valhalla. I approached them. The men were fighting. They were dressed in uniforms from many different eras. As I watched them my excitement turned to dread. Why was I here?  A place I’d never been to in my years of traveling?

Out of the group of men one man approached me. As he got closer I realized in was my father. In his Korean War Army gear. Young. Not at all like he normally appears to me. He strode over to me

“What the hell is your biggest problem?  You want the go ahead to follow two paths at once. Do it and stop worrying what those other people think about you. It’s your spiritual life not theirs. Let them worry about themselves and you worry about you. Jesus son we are talking about your life here!  And goddammit stop doing so much!  You haven’t been doing your studies or practicing what you preach. It’s great that you decided to take on new challenges. That’s how you grow. Great!  So grow goddammit!  But cut out the shit and pay attention. Jesus Christ!”

He headed back to the group of men. He had said his piece. I stood there a little shell shocked. I finally got enough sense to get on the boar. We traveled back and I returned to ordinary consciousness.

Well. I was a bit in a state of shock. I had expected a nice supportive chat with mom. Instead I had gotten an ass kicking from dad in all his warrior glory. But I couldn’t argue with what he’d said. It was all true. So I’m taking the time to get back into the swing of things. And I’m cutting back. Some. I haven’t posted as much on my blog for one. I’m making time for me to do my stuff.

Balance has always been a challenge for me. I’m excited by all of the new opportunities that have fallen into my lap. I intend to take advantage of them all. But I’m going to do it making sure I still take time for me. To do my own studies. To allow myself to grow. After all dad ordered it!  And you definitely don’t want to defy him. If you do you’ll get a spanking!  And I’d hate to get a spanking from him now from the Other world!  Jesus Christ!



Author: vitkimusings

A fifty-something Vitki living in the suburbs of Chicago. Follower of the Nordic Path for the last fifteen years. Student of runes for the last 23 years and seidr for the last seven years. Always learning and growing!

One thought on “My departed dad delivers an ass kicking”

  1. Picturing a grouchy military man cursing with Jesus name while practicing fighting outside Valhalla is kinda hilarious.


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