I had a dream last night, myself walking in the garb of my ancestors. I am both Cherokee and Swedish, and in the dream i was wearing an amalgam of my two tribes. I was crippled from some old skirmish, a scar angled across my face that had left me blind. I fully felt the shame of being useless to my tribe, and the humility that comes from being so disabled. Life had beaten all pride out of me. When i woke, i was new again. that humility is still with me, and i realized that pride was what had been holding me back in my practice. Humility has not been present for some time. First and foremost, our approach to any craft should be that of the pupil; being nothing, knowing nothing, for if we think we already know everything, there will be nothing to learn, as knowledge will hide itself from us.
This music takes me back to the early 90's, a song from the Norse band Wongraven. It is the sound of wind, the whispers of magick. It was so powerful, the same kind of power that is present here. While that was the Odinic, male call of flight, this is the more traditional, earthen call of the völva, the powerful feminine practitioner of seiðr. I often dream of her, the her that is within me. I love this. To whisper magick is just as strong as to scream it. It is the living humility, empty but for the call.
Thank you for sharing such a profound and introspective dream. It's a powerful reminder that humility can open the door to true learning and growth. Your journey and realization are truly inspiring. Appreciate a lot 🌲🖤🌲
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I had a dream last night, myself walking in the garb of my ancestors. I am both Cherokee and Swedish, and in the dream i was wearing an amalgam of my two tribes. I was crippled from some old skirmish, a scar angled across my face that had left me blind. I fully felt the shame of being useless to my tribe, and the humility that comes from being so disabled. Life had beaten all pride out of me.
When i woke, i was new again. that humility is still with me, and i realized that pride was what had been holding me back in my practice. Humility has not been present for some time. First and foremost, our approach to any craft should be that of the pupil; being nothing, knowing nothing, for if we think we already know everything, there will be nothing to learn, as knowledge will hide itself from us.
This music takes me back to the early 90's, a song from the Norse band Wongraven. It is the sound of wind, the whispers of magick. It was so powerful, the same kind of power that is present here. While that was the Odinic, male call of flight, this is the more traditional, earthen call of the völva, the powerful feminine practitioner of seiðr. I often dream of her, the her that is within me. I love this. To whisper magick is just as strong as to scream it. It is the living humility, empty but for the call.
Thank you for sharing such a profound and introspective dream. It's a powerful reminder that humility can open the door to true learning and growth. Your journey and realization are truly inspiring. Appreciate a lot 🌲🖤🌲
@mistsister Thank you for your beautiful reflection. I'm honored that my music evokes such powerful memories and connects you to the ancient whispers.
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@@etherealnorse schwarzes herz. Was soll das??
Mein herz iwt rot und blutet vor schmerzen
Amazing
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