The Windy Tree

Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows

For nine long nights,

Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odhinn,

Offered, myself to myself

The wisest know not from whence spring

The roots of that ancient rood (translation of Odin's Havamal by Auden) I wanted to explain something about this poem by the Allfather, Odin - co-creator of the Northern Peoples.  Odin had gone looking for the runes he buried beneath a sacred tree, a tree his followers had vowed to protect in honor of him. (I have buried my Tarot cards more than once, when they told me disturbing things, so I can relate.) Now, I believe this tree is the Golden Apple Tree of Iddun, the one that ended up with mistletoe feasting upon it  (mistletoe mingles with other plant hosts and taps into their root systems).  The runes he buried so long ago that generations of his creations have passed and these new protectors of his tree do not recognize the man to be their god.  He is caught up in a noose meant to snare anyone who gets too close to the sacred tree.  They pierce him with a spear and leave him there to die, as an offering to their god, Odin, which they have begun to pronounce differently than he is used to.  He finds this amusing, that he is being offered to himself.  It is not an intentional sacrifice; he just came to get the runes, but he does find it ironic.  He does not die, of course, or else we wouldn't have the poem - which continues, but for tonight I shall end here.  Till tomorrow!

Odd Encounters

The strangest encounter I have ever had, dealing with spirits?  Wow!  That's difficult, because there have been soooo many strange encounters.  Dad and Yvette, can you remember this one?

  My friends and I decided to play OUIJA in our house on Stacey Avenue, in North Sydney.  This was just after my mother had died, so we asked the OUIJA if Mom had anything to tell us.  The board responded with directions to a four leaf clover placed in one of Yvette's books (I think it may have been one of those new testaments the Gideon Society handed out at Seton). 

 At the time I used to draw vampires, and the OUIJA board, rather than answer certain questions, began asking me questions about my art. We found it odd that the board was doing the asking, and not the players.  It completely took over our game.  Then it told us to look outside.  We let go of the board and went to the window.  There was nobody outside. 


Dad came home, my friends began to leave, and then someone noticed our car in the driveway.  THE WINDOWS WERE ALL SHIFTED SIDEWAYS SO THAT THEY POINTED UP AS FOUR TRIANGLES. 

 My father blamed Joe Bailey, although he had been in the house the entire time and couldn't possibly have done it.  We couldn't figure out how to fix it, or how anyone would have done it.  Dad had to take the car to the garage.  He was not happy.  (oh and I think we accidentally let the spirit loose)

Soul

Loonies are what I use to designate the soul of the person who is having their coins read.  If you use other coins, perhaps from another country or even a different combination of coins, the person will show up as having the strongest energy source through them.  Sometimes, a loonie will land upside down, spin, or completely on the flip side of the gender of the person asking questions.  This does not mean the person is in gender conflict.  It does, most times, indicate that the person they are in love with and consider a partner, wants to be in control of their lives, or has taken control.  The coin will give off heat, cold or electrical charge, depending on whether or not you have a protective person in your life, or a dictator.  The charge comes from sensitive issues.  

For someone who accidentally drops a loonie coin they've been carrying, I recommend feeling the coin before putting it back.  If it lands in a spin, take caution.  Your life is changing with everything you are doing at the moment.  Make sure at this moment you are being true to who you really are, not what someone else wants you to be.  Make choices that are good for you.  Treat yourself with utmost respect.  This is a perfect time to readdress your goals in life that you may have put on hold. Make sure your physical world reflects what your innermost soul is craving, even if its only photos or tokens, and make sure you let your soul express itself in your surroundings.  Unhappy souls are not to be trifled with.

 

Remembering

I have read several theories about the Romnichel, Roma, Rominic, Gitane, Gitanos, Tzigane, Czigane - Gypsy peoples of the world.  Ask a gypsy and they will tell you they are the descendants of Cleopatra.  I believe them.  My proof , I offer is the nomadic tribes of Egypt called the Bedouin, who I believe, were Cleopatra's mother's clan.  From their physical similarities to their clothes, culture, coins, dance, gifts with animals and nature, and the geographical region to which they belong - the similarities are too close to be coincidence (no pun intended). Sought out by people from all over the globe from time immemorial for their exceptional abilities to train wild horses, Bedouins possess a vast inheritance of world knowledge and trade routes. 

 There are certain genetic markers that show up in Gypsy males and Jewish males from the Palestinian region. Biblical accounts show that several prominent Jewish leaders married into both Egyptian and Bedouin cultures. I have read theories that the gypsies must therefore have descended from a strictly Jewish tribe, because of their cleanliness habits.  However, one must put oneself into perspective before making such a jump; the desert races of the Alexandrian region have existed long before Europeans wandered across the seas to what we now call North and South America - that only Jews follow structured cleanliness routines is biased against their neighbouring nations and tribes. 

 Odin spoke of a desert people he wished to breed with the humans he and his brothers created.  Forty years before Jesus was supposed to have been crucified, Odin arrived in the desert to consult with the desert gods.  Forty years before Jesus was supposed to have been crucified, Cleopatra and Marc Antony died.  Who better to protect the body of the Queen of Egypt and her surviving children than her own family members, who had secret tunnels out to the desert, underneath the castle walls?  But the Romans would have found her eventually had she remained in the desert. So they left with the horned god from afar, took their royal family and fled, and branched off in different directions to throw off any Roman followers.  That is how I believe, they became the various gypsy tribes that exist today all over the world (and why every now and then, a very pale, red haired child will be born).