Chatter with the Old Man

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 06:47:59 GMT

Last night for various reasons I had Odin on the line for some automatic writing/heavy shadow.

I also had a friend on IM. It's always easier to hold onto a line with a deity if there's somebody to interact with Them instead of me, so they chatted.

( A LOT )
( Ever met Dionysos? )
( Skalds and Gaming )
( The Scale of Divinity )
( Loki's Nature )
( God of Fiction )
( Trusting vs. Getting Lost )
( Gods as Patterns in Mind )
( Ouija Boards as Divination )

And that's not the whole conversation! But the rest was too personal.

-E-

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Old Treasures - What the Old Man Said

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 10:42:54 GMT

Going back over my journal entries from the past, and finding bits and treasures I didn't remember, messages I internalized rather than memorizing them.

Here's one from October of 2004, which wasn't directed at me but rather through me:

"Consider the image of a moth to a flame.

The moth understands that the flame is fire. The moth accepts that it cannot escape the lure of the flame. The moth embraces its love, its desire, its compulsion to meet the flame.

But the moth does not trust the flame but to burn it. In embracing its destiny to join the flame, the moth assumes the results of its chosen fate, or the fate it believes was chosen for it.

I am not obliged to burn you, drawn to me though you may be. I accept the sacrifice you offer of yourself in being willing to burn for me, but revel far more in your trust, that you might believe, though I am that flame, though you cannot escape my enticements, that you will not burn.

Rushing towards me in a desire to be completely consumed by me is touching. It's also self-destructive. I can rebuild you - or you can rebuild yourself. Which do you think I wish for more - that you be rebuilt a complete image of my making?

Or that you be entirely yourself, and dedicated, of your own will, entirely to me?"

-E-

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