After all, I’m an Odinsdottir too! Another pice on perspective from a good friend….
The Valknut, the tree hangers sign, the nine worlds bound in a single will, the storm given shape, madness given form; the sign of the Victory Father, the Battle Glad, yet also the All Wise, the Wise Counsellor.
I can do reason, and most understand that I reason well, but to me it is a tool to use in its place, not a holy thing that must always be heeded. Reason knows limits, reason needs information to act. Reason is a thing of time, good lighting, sufficient information, and plans. Reason in its place is king. Behind the king stands a shadow, the shadow of madness. In the darkness, in the fog, in confusion and fear it dances laughing and roaring in turns, always whirling never stopping. At the heart of the storm it knows no hesitation, no regret, no remorse. This is Odin’s place, the place where instinct growls…
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The Ravens Breath 