The first verse of this poem was what drew me to your Substack when I first came here, and through you to other writers that I love, I might add, like @DamienReuelRucker and through him to @Xima. I feel us braided all somehow, like the work of the Norns, the magnificent braiders of fate.
Anyone, I knew in that instant, who is a friend or kin to leviathan or to Jormundgandr... I want for a friend of mine. And I am so glad the sea monsters pointed me to your work, it is invariably life-affirming for me.
it has been such a treasure to get to know you too - friendship comes in many unusual forms, and I am delighted it was the seamonsters that brought us together (and led you to my dear friend Damien - and Xima, who I don’t know but will now have to check out!) and thank you for calling my work life-affirming — it surprises me and makes me think, why yes I suppose I do think it is quite tremendous to get to be alive — thank you for that inkling.
It was Xima's picture of an attractive wooden sign that read something like, "Don't Disturb the Witch " or some such instructions for proper conduct in regards to said witch, which @DamienReuelRucker restacked and I can't find now, so maybe he will be so gracious as to restack?
Went to her Substack, laughing, and found her values-based piece about Spiritual Warfare. Samara, there she was, my spiritual sister.
Her essay evoked my quest for the Holy Grail of trying to explain to both christian and heathen alike that - it's DEEDS, not Creeds. I'm heartbroken that so few in either camp understand it's the Direct Experience of the Divine that matters. Intimate Relationship. And that can be quite literal in the Hindu tradition, lol. It's not about believing what some priest tells you to believe about the anti-Semitic Gospel of John or the writings of the Roman psy ops agent Paul and his cohortor... it's not about what some self-described gothi tells you about the stories from the heavily christianized Prose Edda.
My message is, we are all going to die, and the Fight, Fight, Fight to refine our character and conduct, that struggle, that is what gives us the only treasure we can fare forth into the afterlife carrying in our ghostly and victorious and scarred little hands.
Now, as for thee, my Seamonster-loving kin and comrade, you affirm the chaos and the glory and the recklessness and the compassion of my DRD4-7R gene, female expression thereof. I think we all bare it,😉 um, and also bear it, those of us who are the true descendants of the Jotun-kin, who are the spiritual giants, like Jormangandr, against whom the gods of civilization relentlessly contend. They are the personafications of the forces of nature, the primal deities of the great paleolithic era of the human race, when our ancestors wandered about following the game, and were free and personally powerful men and women, mighty of body, and mighty of spirit.
I've mentioned in an email to a friend in Bavaria who subscribes to my Substack merely for the Old Norse stories, and my meager bits of Viking fiction, that I mean to post my translation of the neverending battle, which my comment about the Jotnar vs Aesir reminds me of, so I'll mention it "aloud" here to you. Those of us who study Old English and Old Norse understand the power of drunken boasting in The Hall, because it's the "blue collar" (thank you, LC) version of taking a solemn oath - if you fail to carry it, you will face dishonor - and that is a worse fate far worse than outlawry or even death.
needs more SAMARA. other than that you're golden. and you ARE samara! so you were golden anyway. <5
this, this I can certainly do !
Wonderful. I'm swooning for this lyrical love note
thank you for swooning for seamonsters :) :)
Beautiful!
"and in another light, perhaps, you and I
are not the monsters but the gods" stunning
thank you so much, love!
you’re good.
<3 thank you so
The first verse of this poem was what drew me to your Substack when I first came here, and through you to other writers that I love, I might add, like @DamienReuelRucker and through him to @Xima. I feel us braided all somehow, like the work of the Norns, the magnificent braiders of fate.
Anyone, I knew in that instant, who is a friend or kin to leviathan or to Jormundgandr... I want for a friend of mine. And I am so glad the sea monsters pointed me to your work, it is invariably life-affirming for me.
it has been such a treasure to get to know you too - friendship comes in many unusual forms, and I am delighted it was the seamonsters that brought us together (and led you to my dear friend Damien - and Xima, who I don’t know but will now have to check out!) and thank you for calling my work life-affirming — it surprises me and makes me think, why yes I suppose I do think it is quite tremendous to get to be alive — thank you for that inkling.
It was Xima's picture of an attractive wooden sign that read something like, "Don't Disturb the Witch " or some such instructions for proper conduct in regards to said witch, which @DamienReuelRucker restacked and I can't find now, so maybe he will be so gracious as to restack?
Went to her Substack, laughing, and found her values-based piece about Spiritual Warfare. Samara, there she was, my spiritual sister.
Her essay evoked my quest for the Holy Grail of trying to explain to both christian and heathen alike that - it's DEEDS, not Creeds. I'm heartbroken that so few in either camp understand it's the Direct Experience of the Divine that matters. Intimate Relationship. And that can be quite literal in the Hindu tradition, lol. It's not about believing what some priest tells you to believe about the anti-Semitic Gospel of John or the writings of the Roman psy ops agent Paul and his cohortor... it's not about what some self-described gothi tells you about the stories from the heavily christianized Prose Edda.
My message is, we are all going to die, and the Fight, Fight, Fight to refine our character and conduct, that struggle, that is what gives us the only treasure we can fare forth into the afterlife carrying in our ghostly and victorious and scarred little hands.
I'm not sure how to do the @ for her,but her url is: Ximastack.substack.com.
Now, as for thee, my Seamonster-loving kin and comrade, you affirm the chaos and the glory and the recklessness and the compassion of my DRD4-7R gene, female expression thereof. I think we all bare it,😉 um, and also bear it, those of us who are the true descendants of the Jotun-kin, who are the spiritual giants, like Jormangandr, against whom the gods of civilization relentlessly contend. They are the personafications of the forces of nature, the primal deities of the great paleolithic era of the human race, when our ancestors wandered about following the game, and were free and personally powerful men and women, mighty of body, and mighty of spirit.
I've mentioned in an email to a friend in Bavaria who subscribes to my Substack merely for the Old Norse stories, and my meager bits of Viking fiction, that I mean to post my translation of the neverending battle, which my comment about the Jotnar vs Aesir reminds me of, so I'll mention it "aloud" here to you. Those of us who study Old English and Old Norse understand the power of drunken boasting in The Hall, because it's the "blue collar" (thank you, LC) version of taking a solemn oath - if you fail to carry it, you will face dishonor - and that is a worse fate far worse than outlawry or even death.
Playful and profound, the control here is elegant.
thank you so :) 🐉