This morning I woke up with the distinct impression that I had just visited Jotun’s Bane Kindred. I dimly recall a dream in which I had traveled to the mid-west of our country to meet up with this group. I remember seeing some faces familiar only from photos, and the feeling of complete welcome. There was a lot of jocularity as people filtered in, and some actually recognized me though I hadn’t introduced myself. I have this strange memory of an exchange where a young lady wanted to know what was different in my part of the country, and if we did things the same way there. She was asking me a raft of questions along this line when an older woman led her away, telling her to let the visitor catch his breath. Things faded out from there and then my alarm clock started bleating for attention.
One thing that really stood out from this dream, aside from what I have already described, was the depth of warmth and welcome I felt. This was the warmth you only feel from a group of people who know you, who have been with you through some of the fires and tribulations that we all endure, and seen me through to the other side with a sense of victory. I am normally fairly articulate, but I find myself at a loss to truly describe the depth of feeling that I felt at that moment in my dream.
So what does this dream mean? There are two things that come to mind. One, that I have found fellowship with this group of people, and feel that I can trust them at this level. Two, that I have the desire to actually meet all of them face to face, and get to know them as more than a presence online.
For some of my readers this desire to visit and my association with this kindred may trigger a question. Questions are good, and answers are better, right? Well the answer to this question may surprise some in my life.
You see, I have been wandering in my faith for many years now. Yes, I have lived the life of a Christian, but I haven’t believed it deep in my heart for many years now. Only recently have I had the courage to recognize this and seek something that I can believe in. I encountered the belief in the Old Norse Gods in my wanderings, and it struck a chord in my heart. That chord resonated of truth, and the more I examined it the more this path felt right for me. As such I have elected to embrace this, and am now following the path of this belief, and I am embracing the values of the Asatru faith as my own.
There is far more to it than that, and perhaps one day I will write about it, but for now this is all I am willing to impart.