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Ragnarok Comes

 

The runes were cast
The answer cold
Ragnarok was come
The message clear

Who broke faith with us
Shall to the darkness
To the fire
To the ice fall

The fire raged; half the world burned
By mankind’s hand
In mankind’s greed
The nuclear Fenris shackles broke

Nuclear Explosion

The sky grew dark with ash that took the sun
The dawn brought fire that took the air
The earth groaned
Poisoned beyond salvation

Come now the Jottun
Fenris howling in the van
Surt marches
Serpent rising from poisoned seas

Alone the sons of Ask
The daughters of Embla
Face at last
The final night

No gods to lead them
No gods to save them
Those who forsake them
To stand alone

Pitiful few, the tanks did roll
Against legions beyond counting
Infantry locked and loaded
Jets screaming took flight

Sky grown black with Nidhogg’s brood
Lancing with fire to burn all that dared
The skys on the last day
No living could face them

Reign of Fire

The ground shook beneath Jottun tread
Spears of fire shatter armour
When through artillery march
Unharmed the foe

There is no hope
The young soldier cries
There is no chance
The pilot weeps

From above the hearth,
The veteran takes
The arms he lived to set aside
No longer will that be

Daughters of Freya
In the darkness scream
Not despair but madness
Dancing, move towards the line

Daughters of Frigg
Food they gather
Water they bring
Warriors will need both

Children of Eir
Bandages bring
Gloved and masked
No fighter to fall unaided

Sons of Tyr
No hope was promised
Only the right
And the will to stand by it

Sons of Thor
Laughter rings out
The final storm
Who would stand aside?

Children of Odin
Blood and madness
The feast of all ravens
March song on their lips

Hel in her fastness stirs
No prophesy to bind
Her own council keeps
Her charges set loose
Abrams and Leopard
To Jottun spear fall
Dread guns no match
For the fires of primordial chaos

Hel veiled

From the wreckage ghosts rise
Tigers in slate grey
Dun coloured Sherman’s
The guns of the dead speak

Jottnar reel,
As the first deathless fall
When the dead march
Where the living yet stand

Infantrywoman weeps
And loads her last mag
A hand closes on her shoulder
Grey and cold

Her grandfather to one side
His grandfather the other
Grey and cold the guns of the dead speak
Where the living dare stand

Surt in his fury
A sword of entropy bears
That no god or man may stand
Yet Frey grows from the earth
Antler in his hand
About him the poisoned earth
Gives forth green life
And fire burns it not

In the air the dragons scream
Red Baron soars
Bishop on his wing
Hurricane and Spitfire behind
Messerschmitt and Mustang
Phantom and MiG
While the living dare the sky
Will the dead make their slaughter

The Serpent from the sea boils
No force in nine worlds may face
All fleets shatter at its coming
Yet Thunder does sound
Where men and women flee
From warships serpent shattered
Does Thor stride to the shore
Hammer raised and joyous cry

Odin dances in the madness
Runes of victory he casts
Spear making great slaughter
Mad his laughter
Bright his eye
No hope do I offer
No hope do I bring
I am the promise only of death
Yet I am the promise kept
The battle embraced
The price paid
That no foe shall master thee
That no night shall befall
The children of Ask and Embla

Wolf Fenris howls
His dread jaws close
The Victory Father’s thread cut
By the wolf of war

Silent and bold
The son of the King
Viddar the jawbreaker
Fenris bane wrought

 

While still stand to battle
When all hope is lost
The sons and daughters of men
Shall never stand alone

The dead will uphold
Those who keep the watch
The gods will give strength
While still you dare fight

Will the dawn rise?
Will tomorrow come?
Will it to be mortal,
Then make it so

Rainbow dawn

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Heith Hotline; Thrice burned answers to the most burning questions.

 

The seeresses were dead, long dead, but Hel’s halls held no rest for the wise, not while the living were still foolish. The root of the great Tree Yggdrasil formed a bower, a cavern of dark roots and warming fires, hard by the rushing wave serpent, the mother of all rivers. Nine times nine they sat in their root carved chairs, staffs beside them marking them seidrwomen. With a sigh, the seeress Sigrun took up her crown and settled it on. Time for the first call.

“Heith Hotline. Thrice burned answers to the most burning questions. I am Sigrun your seeress, how may I help you”

Sigrun didn’t think much useful had come out of society since they stole electricity from the svartalfs, but she did think the “call center” was a big improvement over the traditional isolated cave, especially since Hel insisted on keeping a mead giving goat in the break room so the seeresses could self medicate, and play with the goats when the urge to return to Midgard and snip the threads of the particularly dim came upon them. At least now the seeresses could listen in on each others calls, and share a laugh over the foolish, and aid for the difficult calls. The first call had her snapping her fingers to bring the goat close. This would be a long mead filled shift.

(whining voice through headset)

“No sir, it is not the end times. Guaranteed”

(arguing voice)

“Sir, I am the seeress, and I am telling you that it is not the end, we don’t just get a memo, we have an actual phone tree that activates before Ragnaok even gets close. Heimdall is like the forth from the bottom of the list, we will definitely know first, and sir, we are not there yet”

(angry voice shouting)

“Sir, the flood is not a sign of the end times, it is a sign that deforestation and building on flood plains are both stupid. Before Ragnarok you are promised three winters without summers. What that means sir is that if your house was swept away by a flood, not a glacier, Ragnarok is at least four years off.”

(angry voice pleading)

“Sir, I can guarantee you will not see Ragnarok in your lifetime. In fact the next few weeks have little of note.”

(surprise and shock)

“That is right sir, your anger management issues and heart conditions have you scheduled to stroke out early morning two weeks from Thursday, but that is subject to change without notice, the Norns always allow you to choose otherwise)

(cursing loudly)

“Very good sir, thank you for calling Heith Hotline, thrice burned answers to your most burning questions. Have a nice remaining life”

Tapping the crown to end the session, Sigrun raised an eyebrow and stared into the web of wyrd that wove and rewove before her, factoring in the mortal choices with the knowledge of his impending doom to stress related circulatory issues.

Two seeresses beside her looked upon the weave and all three made the same estimation, the eldest crone spoke it with a chuckle.

“Tomorrow before dawn, screaming at his alter and throwing his runes, unhappy with the confirmation of his doom, he will bring it sooner. Triumph of a sort I suppose”

Her chuckle was cold as the mists of Niflheim.

The seeresses settled into their thrones, sipping their mead, and letting the shadows of the roots of the World Tree carry the visions of the web and its weavings to them.

Another call came in, and the seeress grinned. Whom the gods would destroy, or whom they would bless, they gifted the same; with truth. The mists of Nifthel swallowed the laughter of the seers, the river ran on, carrying water to the thirsty lands of Midgard, and the calls kept coming.

Death went on, as, one supposed, did life.

Seidrwoman

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Wolf Age: Dangers of Memes

I saw this come across my feed and it bugged me for reasons that will require some explaining.

Wolf Bullshit

This is a typical “bullshit wolf meme”.  Common among Heathens, or among men who identify with the popular culture wolf mythology, which is to the reality of wolves what your average online dating profile is to your actual physical description.

Wolves are important in a spiritual sense to a large number of peoples.  They are as important to me as a Heathen as they were to the natives of the Spallumcheen native band whose women ran the daycare I went to as a child.  Across cultures sharing no common root, the shared experience of humanity growing up sharing the forest, the plains, and the night with the wolves left its mark written in our psyche.

The problem with this meme is it divides the world not into two, but more akin to taking a single percent out of a pie chart, naming it “friend” and labeling everyone else as “foe”.  For those not paying attention, that means that everyone and everything that does not agree with you is an enemy.  That would be “internet wolf logic”.  See the chart below, if wolves acted like this, they would literally spend their days and nights doing nothing but randomly attacking anything that was not pack, until the species was wiped out by everyone else just tired of dealing with their little furry bullshit.

Internet Wolf Logic

I had the chance to encounter wolves while on a late night patrol in Ops C area CFB Chilliwack back in the early 1990’s.  I was on point for my infantry section, it was about 0200, sub tropical rain forest, blacker than half a yard up a bishops ass, cold as a witches tit, and silent as a grave.  We didn’t have night vision gear at the time, Infantry were expected to ghost through the forest because we learned how to see, how to train ourselves to look away from the light, into the darkest shadows, and force our eyes to maximize the light there was.  No depth perception to speak of, but you learned to see, learned to move, and you relied so much on your hearing that you even learned to breathe more quietly.  We were ghosts in the woods, and we were not alone.

We hit a clearing, a place in the heart of the forest where fire had long ago made a wound that now boasted some low shrubs, but otherwise clear.  Moonlight shone cold and white as bone on the open ground, and as we hit one edge of the clearing, a wolf pack hit the opposite.

I froze, FNC1A1 snapping to just offline of target as I evaluated the motion to my front.  My eyes locked with the point wolf’s.  He froze.  We held position for less than a second, but it seemed longer.  I took my hand off the fore-stock and gave the hand signal to direct the squad around the clearing clockwise to the left, while I maintained my position against their point.  The wolves without any signal I could see swept along the edge of the clearing clockwise to the right, mirroring us.

As the last wolf past their point, he dropped back out of the moonlight to fall in at the rear of his formation.  I did the same, falling in at the back of my troop.  As we reached the point the other had entered the clearing, I did my job as the drag walker, and looked back.  I saw the wolf who had been their point doing the same.  We exchanged one more look before disappearing into the shadows under the great trees, going about our own business in peace.

They were neither friend nor foe, they were just another set of troops patrolling in the night, other hunters sharing a forest that was ancient long before our grandfathers were born, and which our grandchildren may one day both hunt in as well.

The world is not us and them.  A more realistic wolf view would beReal World Wolf Logic

Note how the bulk of the life on this planet moved from “Foe” to “Just other critters minding own business”.  There are actual threats to watch, actual prey to hunt, but by in large the bulk of the forest life is sharing along side the wolf, and as long as everyone’s territory is respected, they can all get along fine.

The Internet wolf memes take a world where the bulk of humanity is not aware of your existence, has no real stake or opinion on your life or decisions, and reduce it to a state where if you are not my friend (to be generous, perhaps a hundred), then you are my enemy ( seven point six BILLION ).  I can’t make a pie chart to illustrate that, it would literally be all foe, as the amount you had allowed as your friends would be statistically insignificant.

Sword age, axe age, wolf age.  Shields are riven, families shattered, oaths broken, and the world burns as Ragnarok comes.  The Voluspa tells us

Hard is it on earth, | with mighty whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time, | shields are sundered,
Wind-time, wolf-time, | ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men | each other spare.

This is a future in which all we care for is lost, a future the gods themselves work tireless to stave off, and in which the best and brightest of them will fall in our defense.

Stop trying to bring it about.

I am serious, I could join the party of the false dichotomy and say if you are not part of the solution you are part of the problem; but that is yet another false dichotomy, sloppy thinking, and total bullshit.

The cold facts of the matter are the bulk of humanity is not your friend, or your enemy.  They don’t wish you well or ill, they have their own lives, their own problems, their own hopes, dreams, fears and struggles.

Stop trying to divide the world into friend and foe, because you can’t force people to be your friends, but you can make enemies a lot easier, and a whole lot of people seem to be putting in the effort.

Wolves are amazing creatures, social animals who kill with precision, fight with grace, and are masters of not starting shit without reason.  I am serious.  Wolves treat violence with a great deal more respect than we do, and treat every single creature they encounter with a great deal more respect than we humans seem to.  If it is necessary to fight, they fight intelligently and fiercely.  If it is time to walk away, they walk away without hesitation or regret. Ninety nine times out of a hundred, an encounter between a wolf and something else ends in a respectful acknowledgement of each others space and that is all. Only in our pop culture mythology does the wolf run around starting fights because “I’m a wolf, fear me!!”

Meme’s are cute, catchy, and dangerous.  Meme’s shape the way we think, as we accept the proposed image and single catch phrases that appeal to us and incorporate them into our self image, which in turn affects our decision making processes.

Share memes that reduce the world into friend and foe, and soon you will start to accept that anyone you don’t understand, or agree with is an enemy.  These meme’s are not cute, they are dangerous.

This had more letters than twitter allows, required actual thought to process, and will thus be read to the end by less than a percent that were attracted by the pretty picture.  Those few of you who read to the end, understand that the memes that you chose to share are affecting how others will unconsciously view and interact with the world.  Chose the effect you would like to have, and the world you would like to see.  Ragnarok will come, I do not want to see its coming hastened by teaching ourselves to stop seeing any possibility of peaceful interaction with those that are not “with us”.

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