I don’t live in a vacuum. I admit to being influenced by the works of others. Sometimes I tell myself jokingly that I may not have a single thought in my head that is truly my own! Of course that’s not true. But i do say I am a combination of all that I’ve read and studied.
And I’ve read and studied a lot. Over the past 25 years on the path of the Vitki I have read almost everything I could get my hands on in regards to Esoteric Asatru. In the categories of runes and seidr especially.
For runes my first big influence was Edred Thorsson. He is who I turned to when I decided to take my studies of the runes seriously. And in many ways that stands true even today. It seems as if in some ways I can’t get past his very long shadow. Even on recent years when he’s had some controversy swirling around him I maintain that his Runic work is solid. A tad academic. But solid.
Then I was turned on to Freya Aswynn. Again some gems are buried in her work. But she’s another one who has been tainted by controversy. What is it with these rune people anyway?
Then came someone who has influenced me in several different categories. Diana Paxson. Her works run the gamut from general Asatru to Runes to trance work. All of her work is easy to read and worthy of your time.
And in Seidr I find Runic John to be without equal. His books offer real life applications. There’s no real Seidr is so mysterious stuff going on with him. Again a very easy author to read. His works pack a whallop.
Then there’s the many authors I’ve read and only picked up one good idea from each. This still was not time wasted. As long as I get one good idea out of a book I consider it worthwhile.
Of course there’s also the stuff I’ve read that was simply dross. Too many to name here but you know who you are!
Ive also cone up with insights along the way that I would say are really mine. But I’ll save that for a book!
I’m not ashamed that admit I’ve been influenced. Each bit of study along the way has made me into the Vitki I am. I wouldn’t change that for anything!
I must confess that I have a bad habit. I cross my legs. When I sit. While I’m laying down. I do this s lot. Why is this a bad habit you may ask? It’s bad because it cuts me off. Cuts me off from the multiverse.
When I’m sitting and I cross my legs I take one foot off the ground. One avenue of contact with earth is cut off. I’m no longer as solidly attached to one of our major sources of energy and inspiration. To be cut off from the earth is to be cut off from life itself. Big problem. It’s better to keep both feet solidly on the ground as much as possible. At the very least its then we can tap into a great reservoir of energy. Having both feet on the ground is kinda like plugging a cord into an outlet. Why unplug it?
Then there’s the whole spiritual aspect to this. Crossing my legs leaves me with a barrier from the multiverse. It serves as a type of moat to keep me in one side and the rest of the multiverse on the other. This is not the way I want to live. My motto is to be open. How open am I when I create walls to keep the world at bay?
Why make an effort to keep myself open at all? That’s when the magic happens. When I leave myself open to experience all that can occur the magic just pours in. I become bigger than I normally am. I become smarter than normal. I see things as they truly should be. And that’s a good thing.
So I’ll try to uncross my legs. Leave myself open. Stop being so cut off. Be grounded to the earth. I’ll become a part of the world around me.
Today I went into trance as usual. Drummed my drum. Smelled the burning incense. At last I was in my sacred Grove. As usual I called upon Llewelyn my spirit guide. And I waited.
And waited. And waited. And waited. I saw myself sitting in my Grove in my Druid robes on a rock. I was just sitting there waiting for Llewelyn to respond. He normally does. But it normally doesn’t take him so long. So I called out for him again. Nothing. And so I waited. And sat.
This had gone on for a while. I decided to listen to the birds. I listened to their cheery songs. Other than that all was quiet. Very quiet. And still I waited.
There was sun streaming through the branches of the trees. The sun created patterns on the floor of the Grove in the grass. I sat there contemplating these patterns. Suddenly it appeared to me that one of the patterns the light was forming was the symbol for Awen. /|. Then it dawned on me that the whole purpose of the day’s trance was the quiet. No visitation with deities. No big messages. Just the quiet.
I sat there on my rock not thinking of anything. Not politics. Not world affairs. Not money troubles. Nothing about my projects to attend to. Just me, the birds and the Awen symbol in the grass right in front of me. And I was calm.
I stayed there that way for quite a while. Enjoying the nature. Enjoying the solitude. Enjoying my own company. It was good. I felt recharged. I felt at peace.
Lesson to self. Not everything is a drama. Not everything requires my immediate attention. Not everything is a disaster brewing. Sometimes it’s just quiet. Sometimes it’s good to be all alone. And I definitely need to visit my Grove with no agenda. I need to allow myself the quiet time.
The gods had a plan for me. They made sure that for the last 7 years I’ve been able to dedicate my life to being a Vitki full time. They made sure my MS would prevent me from having a regular job and be able to go on disability so I had all my time to dedicate to being a Vitki.
What does it mean to be a full time Vitki? For me it means most of my days are filled with Vitki stuff. Rune readings, Seidr sessions, sessions guiding my apprentices, writing this blog. Plenty to keep me busy. And I’m thankful to the gods that they keep placing opportunities in my path for me to act on. There never seems to be a dull or empty moment in my days. Every day is filled with spiritual purpose. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Of course there’s also the time spent serving my tribe. My circle of tribe members is pretty big. I’ve been involved as a Vitki in the lives of folks from Dubai to Australia to my mentor in England. And of course the folks in the USA. Before technology I would have been limited in my ability to reach out. But thanks to the phone and internet I’m able to serve those far away from me physically. What a blessing this has been!
I’m able to currently fill my life with Vitki antics. I do a lot of prep work and personal studies to be able to serve my tribe. My nose is always in a book. I keep myself busy with learning. Who knows where the next great idea will come from? It’s that hunt that keeps me reading.
Do I think a Vitki must dedicate themselves full time to be effective? Absolutely not! There are many excellent part time Vitkis out there. I admire those who are able to juggle their Vitki work with a career and family besides. I do have a family as well. But they all know full well I’m a Vitki and will as such will have weird hours! It’s not just a part of who I am. It IS who I am.
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So for today’s trance session I had no expectations. I wanted to just go in and see what happened.
I started like I always do. Calling on my Druid ally Llewelyn for guidance. He appeared We were in my sacred Grove. He told me to pay close attention to what was happening. My ears pricked up in anticipation. I was ready.
Soon my Grove was filled with deities. All around me. Cernunnos stepped forward and placed a hand in my shoulder. He guided me to the center of the group. Soon there was a mumbling from those assembled. I tried to strain my ears to understand what was being said. Soon the voices became louder. And louder still. I could finally make out what they were chanting. It was one word. “Clan”. The volume grew to the point that my whole being shook with the vibration of that one word. Clan. Then as the volume got to a deafening sound I was immediately snapped back into ordinary consciousness. Left to puzzle this vision.
At first I was confused. I’m no god. Why would the assembly of deities call me one of their own? I was suddenly reminded that many of our pantheon has their beginnings as mere mortals. Was it a message that I was on the same path?
Then I thought about the fact that we are ultimately the same at many levels. It doesn’t really matter what nation your people hail from. We are all people. A clan of the human race. A lesson my departed father seems to have learned since passing over. It was his word that started me on the Druid path a year ago despite our German heritage. Was this a message to further bring home the message we are all the same?
Either of those two answers fit well with what I’ve been learning. Either is a message well worth contemplating. Are we all at some level not a deity? Are we all not of one big family of men? Are we all not one of the clan?