The Asatru Dream
It was around this time in 2010 after I had ended my membership with a Southern Baptist church. Even though I was somewhat raised Catholic I had never really had any real interest into Catholicism either. I had also had this job I hated working all of these crazy hours, being falsely accused of giving out privileged information and not going anywhere! I was at the lowest point that anybody can be at. I went to bed one night thinking, this, this stinks! What the hell kind of God is out there where this kind of crap happens to someone who just want to work and make a living for myself? It seems pretty tough like this isn't the way that things are suppose to go.
At that particular night I had this dream of a man who was dressed I guess described in periodical clothes with the chain-mail and the breast plate and the, helmet on . I remember that the right side of his face was black in shadow in his helmet but I could see the left side of his face. He was talking to me in this language that I couldn't really understand and honestly I had no idea what he was trying to tell me. But he offered me a handshake and when I took his hand whatever problems I had so far as being mad and annoyed. I kind of felt this weird connection to him and through his handshake I felt like that my problems really doesn't matter anymore. It was a feeling that I really couldn't describe, like it washes over you like you belonged somewhere and you have a home. After he invited me to walk with him we started talking with our hands like a sign language that I could understand. As we were walking we came to this beach.
As we came onto this beach there was this beautiful very starry night and there's a big giant ship hold up on the shore and there's these bunch of guys similarly dressed on the beach sitting around a fire. So this man, the older gentleman with a long beard has me go and sit down on one of the logs next to the other gentlemen. We all started laughing and talking. You know making funny jokes when you know you couldn't really have the ability to communicate with each other. They started passing around the horn with alcohol to which I had never been exposed to before to which I had never seen before which I though that this was interesting. I thought what is this that we're drinking from the strange horn. Whatever it is it was awesome and I have never tasted anything like it before. It was great and what ever this was it was awesome and I wanted more. In total when I came to count it was nine guys including myself with the original older gentleman siting around this fire and we just talked and laughed and enjoyed ourselves all night.
And from what I can remember there was this loud thunder clap and I woke up in a cold sweat like I had been sitting close to the fire too long and I still had that smoky smell in my nostrils. That...just put this weird impression on me that nothing else had ever had. It wasn't like a dream, it was like I was really there sitting on the beach. So that's what prompted me to started looking into things. The more I did the more that I got that the descriptions I had was that the older man who I didn't know at the time was Odin. I had never heard of the name Odin before any of this and had no idea that he was missing an eye. This was all imagery from my dream from where I found out the next day and that was what prompted me to start looking into things. It was stuff that I didn't know before hand which inspired me to do more research Online. Like polytheism and paganism. The more I think about it, I feel that the other men sitting around the fire were my ancestors from long ago. Basically welcoming me home. I didn't feel like a stranger and I felt like that I belonged...
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