ᛇ ᛊ ᛁ ᚱ ᚱ ᚢ ᚾ


Ah, the runes, and how humans will never truly understand them.

They are not “alive”, per se; they are not sentient, per se; they are not conscious beings on their own… and yet they are alive, in a sense. They have a magic and a purpose as old as Yggdrasill herself.

The runes in which I speak of course, humans know as the Elder Fuþark. Now, mind you, humans think many things of these runes, and often get confused which came first- what the original set was… and even more-so, their understanding of how to use them is mistaken. Understandable, of course. When Óðinn shared them with humans with no intent aside from curiosity as to what would be done with our writing, of course, he wasn’t able to tell how to use them. A base knowledge was all that was given. Of course, they are misunderstood.

Let me say this now: the ᛇᛊᛁᚱᚱᚢᚾ are adaptive, flowing, much like water. Their meanings mostly fixed, yet changing as needed depending on the symbol. This is how myself and my kin know them to be. How we use them. Humans on the other hand, linguists specifically, like to think they are phonetic, static, never changing… dull.

Funny then, that the early peoples of the Norse-lands of Miðgarðr had no set way to write words. Funny that when writing came to be, when inventing and changing runes came to be, written language using runes was so…interpretive. Fancy that.

There is a magic, and a knowledge to understanding the runes in their purest, most true forms. I implore you all, if you feel the desire to heed my advice, learn how to feel the runes. They are not as un-moving as human minds.

I’ll leave this here, for those who seek to understand the knowledge held within these simple yet vastly deep symbols.



– Images (a manipulation of various freeware stock photos) by: yours truly

Words of Advice…


…From someone who’s “Been there, done that”.

Nevermind the hypocrisy of the former statement- advice can only be truly given by learning from one’s own mistakes and failures. And I will admit, I have many.

Never ever be too hard on yourself. The troubles you perceive in your life are rarely as bad in the eyes of others as they appear in your minds eye. It takes strength to simply talk about a problem before it becomes a real problem; to ask for help when you need it, before you simply cannot do it alone anymore. Talk, and ask, when you realize that you need to, and do not let your own mind and pride get in your way. Be strong enough to know when to be weak.

Admit your own shortcomings and failures. It’s the only way to work towards overcoming them and thus, becoming a better ‘you’ in the process. Never blame others, if there was even but one small thing you could have done to change a situation for the better. Own up to your mistakes, and learn from them.

Never second guess yourself. Your instincts are usually right the first time.

It’s better to regret what you’ve done, than to regret what could have been- what you did not do. The latter will eat you apart over time.

Always chose love. Not fear.

Follow your dreams, but stay grounded. A lesson well watched and taught by Our Father’s beloved little ravens. Do what you need to do to survive, but never deny your desires, dreams and truest aspirations. One day they may indeed become a solid ground on which you can stand- but only if you persevere.

And lastly, for now, be kind to yourself. Don’t hate yourself for what you aren’t, but love yourself for who you are on the inside. In this twisted world many of us feel we’re not what or who we should be- don’t let that thought hold you back. Be who you need to be for you, and love yourself.


– Image by: unknown (borrowed from this site via google)

Inn Aethr ok inn Ginnung


“The Aether and the Void”

One may ask, “what’s the difference”? I’ll tell you: everything. Many who feel the power of the Old Ways, the vibrations, memories and echos left behind by my peoples of the past, sadly do not understand that not only is there a difference between memories and shadows, but that it is indeed the past they sense and not at all the present.

The ‘Aethr’ holds memories and happenings, but understands no time. The ‘Void’ holds shadows of memories, pains, troubles, and misconceptions. The darker aspects as well as the records of what once was. Also, as timeless and disjointed as what is recorded in the echos of the Aethr. The difference, is that when what the void holds onto seeps into the Aethr, it confuses all that is felt and understood. One such historian many have heard of didn’t know the difference. Had no concept of time, and though he got many a tale and fact, he also confused much as well. Of course, one cannot blame him. He wasn’t there to witness the events unfold.

One of the biggest misconceptions left over by void energy seeping into the Aethr is yours truly. A lot of darkness surrounds memories and the energies left over- the energies which people feel, that cause many to stray away or others to wish to embrace pure chaos.

The Aethr is the space between the Nine realms, and a place of pure energy, or magic if you will. The void is outside all that we know and are capable of understanding. It’s foreign. It’s not part of the Nine nor between, but “outside” our reality. Some have visioned into the Void and it has driven mortal minds insane. What truly lies there not even I can say, as words to truly describe it simply don’t exist within any known language. Do I know, however, what lies beyond? I know more than I care to. When one born of our Nine worlds ventures too close and slowly has their soul pulled away by the Void, one will know more than they wish- as well as utterly lose themselves. There is a reason some say I was crazy… I say “no!”: I wasn’t crazy… I had lost myself and had gone utterly insane.

So stay clear of the Void. Don’t blindly trust what you feel the Aethr speaks- for it may not be what you think it is. It may be the past haunting memories which should be left in the past; it may be the void misconstruing the past, or, it may actually be what happened. But either way: the past is still the past. Never forget the past, but never hold on to it too tightly either.


– Image (a manipulation of two works) by: SaxonSurokov and Starkiteckt

Hverr er ek


“Hverr er ek”, or rather, Old Norse for “Who am I”… a question many assume to know; a question many still ponder… a question whose answer is lost to time.

Who am I, you wonder? Well, I’m Loki. But it’s not as simple as a name, an assumption, nor the events told in part in the form of stories. Stories misconstrue truths into something mere fiction, with many writers over time adding their opinions. The failure in this, is that the reality and origin of a story are lost, as well as the reasons, meanings, and feelings behind actions. The “why” of my tales is gone. All but lost into the void as reason seeped through the cracks each time a story was told and changed. Thus is the problem that leads me back to the question: who AM I?

Well I ask you; who wants to know?

Do you seek the truth? Are you reading this, rolling your eyes, laughing because you surely know the answer?

Clearly “the bad guy”, “the enemy”, and “liar” come to mind… have you forgotten, or do you not know the tales of my friendship with my kin? Maybe you’re one who has been curious enough to know this; maybe you’re one who wasn’t curious enough to care. But you’re reading this now, so I’ll tell you.

It’s all true. Every bit of it- maybe exact events didn’t unfold as people believe, but the truth of it is… I had become a monster. Though I wasn’t always so.

The events which lead me down the wrong path are mine to know, and I shall thus be sparing the details, however let me make it clear that my first real mistake was my biggest. Rather, I made the wrong choice and took a wrong path and it lead me and everything which mattered to me towards ruin. Many tried to warn me, many tried to steer me back to the right path, but did I listen? No, no I did not. Why? Perhaps fear, perhaps doubt. Regardless the reason, it changed me- and not for the better. One wrong choice and I fell so far down the rabbit hole that by the end of things I didn’t even recognize the face that stared back at me in the mirror anymore. Who I am, who I was, who I was meant to be was long gone, lost in the void.

I’ll never forget the past, but I will learn from it. I vow to never make the same mistakes again. Everything I did, I did because I cared too much but had too little mind left to know what was right and what was wrong. I couldn’t see objectively, nor could I calculate all possible outcomes. Of course, most of the time a choice made with good intentions failed to result in a good outcome.

I’m rambling.

The truth be told… I was never the bad guy. Just made a few big mistakes that I couldn’t live with, that ultimately ruined everyone’s lives.

Who I am, is someone who cares. Maybe too much sometimes. Maybe too little. But the point is, is that I will always hold dear those close to me.

Take it or leave it, you needn’t believe me based on one long winded reflection.


– Image by: venomxbaby

A Dream Within a Dream


Poem by Edgar Allan Poe- one of my favorite pieces to date.


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow…
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?  
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand…
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp 
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?



Why do I share a timeless poetic piece as my first post? It speaks to me, and always has. I have much to tell, much to share, and as they say… first impressions, after all. perhaps I’ve sparked a curiosity in you- good.

I leave this first entry with a bit of advice:
One should always be curious. Hold onto that, for it is your fire. Without curiosity, what are we? Mindless dolls meandering through time aimlessly without sense. So always hold onto your curiosity. Because those dreams may indeed be your reality.


– Image by: Derlaine8