Alright folks, let’s talk about this Norse thing I tried. You know how I get curious? Saw stuff online, heard people talk about the Norse gods – Odin, Thor, Loki, all that. Thought, hey, why not give it a proper go? See what it’s actually like to reach out, kinda step into their world for real. No fancy stuff, just me and what I could cobble together.
Getting Started: Readin’ and Figurin’
First thing, didn’t have a clue where to begin. Felt kinda lost, honestly. Grabbed my laptop, just started searching around, reading whatever I could find. Real quick, you figure out these Norse gods are way more than just big guys with hammers. They’re tied to trees, nature, ancestors, wild storms – the whole nine yards.
Knew I needed a spot. Basement felt grim, attic too stuffy. Settled on the tiny back porch. Bit chilly, but outside felt more… honest, y’know?
Gatherin’ Bits and Bobs
Didn’t wanna spend much cash on this first try. Just rummaged around the house:
- An old, slightly chipped mug (grandma’s, figured that was okay for ancestors)
- A plain white candle stub leftover from the power cut last winter
- Tap water in a cleaned-out jam jar
- A scruffy oak twig I found under the big tree down the lane
- And my last coffee pod. Sacrifice, right?
Nothing fancy, just stuff with meaning for me. Put it all on the little rickety table out back.
Alright, Time to Dive In
Okay. Deep breath. Lit the stubby candle. Wind kept ticklin’ it, took three matches. Typical. Focused on the flame, tried to kinda… clear my head chatter. Picture the World Tree, Yggdrasil, roots deep, branches high. Big tree outside helped with that. Felt kinda silly at first, just starin’ at a candle.
Picked up the oak twig. Whispered something about Yggdrasil connecting worlds, about making this little spot… presentable. Sprinkled the water around the table – messy, spilled some. Oh well.
Poured that precious coffee into grandma’s mug. Held it up, feeling the cold air bite my fingers. Who to call? Didn’t wanna shout out blindly. Thought about my nan, passed a while back. Then kind of bundled that feeling into thanking the ancestors in general. Said it loud: “To the old ones, the ground beneath my feet, thanks.” Voice cracked a bit. Blamed the cold.
Waitin’ and Listenin’
Sat down then. Just sat. Flame flickered. Listened hard. Mostly heard the neighbors arguing through the wall. Kept trying to shush my own brain. Felt a bit… heavier? Like the air pressed down slightly. Could’ve just been the damp. Or wind changing. Felt a sudden cold spot on my neck – right shock. Just one spot. Freaked me out for a second. Told myself it was a draft.
Sat there for maybe ten minutes. Mind wandered back to the bills. Shoved that away, tried feeling the space again. Still quiet.
Wrappin’ It Up
Finally stood, legs a bit stiff. Thanked whoever might have been listening, ancestors especially. Blew out the candle. That smoke smell hung around. Drank the rest of the cold coffee myself. Seemed wrong to just tip it out. Picked up my things. That weird cold spot vanished as soon as I moved.
So, What Stuck With Me?
The Setting Matters: Being outside, even a crummy porch, felt loads more real than inside my living room. Nature’s kinda their thing.
Cheap Works: Didn’t need fancy tools. Coffee, water, a twig – it was about the effort, the meaning I gave it.
Ancestors Feel Tangible: Talking to my nan, to the old ones generally… that felt the most grounded. Like there was a real connection there.
Expect Not Much: No lightning flashes, no ravens landed. Just quiet, weird feelings maybe. That one cold patch… who knows? Might try focusing on just one god next time. Thor feels kinda loud, might vibe better. Maybe. Or I just froze my backside off.
Did something happen? Maybe a nudge? Maybe wishful thinking? Doesn’t matter yet. It felt different. Felt like actually doing something instead of just reading. Worth trying again, see what shifts.
