Post by red on Sept 22, 2018 17:49:19 GMT
So if anyone would be interested in sharing their stories about how they came upon their fylgja, I'd be very interested to hear about it. Feel free. The following is a summary of how wolf came to me.
Since I was a kid, I’ve loved animals. For a long time I liked rabbits best. I then liked otters. I was fascinated, amazed, and envious of how they swam. It looked so freeing and fun. To this day I’d rather be an amazing swimmer and explore the ocean and all the life that resides there than fly like a bird, which seems to be the fantasy of most people. The ocean is a living system, a different world that the sky is not. Oddly, the wolf is connected with water in a few Amerindian Tribes and the Dogman sighting in recent times in the Michigan/Wisconsin area specifically occur around water. When I was a kid, other animals came and went, but then wolf came. I don’t remember how young I was when it started, but it happened slowly, without me realizing. I began collecting junk pertaining to wolves. He was different and I formed a connection with his spirit. My energy balanced and I subconsciously settled on him as my totem animal or as I’d latter come to call, fylgja. When I was younger I almost became a vegetarian, but somehow this changed and somewhere along the way, I almost became a carnivore. In the wolf I saw all the characteristics I already held dear. Hunting for meat, pack life and family, monogamy and children, mystery and terror to one’s enemies, strength, fortitude, and endurance. Size didn’t matter as much for the individual as long as you had a pack and if you were alone, amaze your opponent with your determination, cunning, and persistence. The wolf became the most beautiful animal in my eyes. I researched werewolves and wrote on the subject and on my tribal/anarchistic beliefs concerning politics, government, and society, which was later reinforced by the works of men like Jack Donovan. I brought up ancient barbarian cultures and also wolf society. Early on I liked Druidism, animism, and also happened to gain a reverence for the god Othin. Around age twenty-one, I became conscious of and immediately began to study shamanism. It was something I’d heard of, naturally, but something clicked and I immersed myself in it. Same thing went for berserkir. I didn’t think to much of the berserkir before, save what I learned about hamrammr in connection to werewolves. It was only later when I was twenty-three that I learned just why some of this synchronicity and archetype features had come about. The dots connected between my fascination for my cultural history, wolves, and my physical feats. At twenty-four, I began to call myself an Úlfheðinn.
Since I was a kid, I’ve loved animals. For a long time I liked rabbits best. I then liked otters. I was fascinated, amazed, and envious of how they swam. It looked so freeing and fun. To this day I’d rather be an amazing swimmer and explore the ocean and all the life that resides there than fly like a bird, which seems to be the fantasy of most people. The ocean is a living system, a different world that the sky is not. Oddly, the wolf is connected with water in a few Amerindian Tribes and the Dogman sighting in recent times in the Michigan/Wisconsin area specifically occur around water. When I was a kid, other animals came and went, but then wolf came. I don’t remember how young I was when it started, but it happened slowly, without me realizing. I began collecting junk pertaining to wolves. He was different and I formed a connection with his spirit. My energy balanced and I subconsciously settled on him as my totem animal or as I’d latter come to call, fylgja. When I was younger I almost became a vegetarian, but somehow this changed and somewhere along the way, I almost became a carnivore. In the wolf I saw all the characteristics I already held dear. Hunting for meat, pack life and family, monogamy and children, mystery and terror to one’s enemies, strength, fortitude, and endurance. Size didn’t matter as much for the individual as long as you had a pack and if you were alone, amaze your opponent with your determination, cunning, and persistence. The wolf became the most beautiful animal in my eyes. I researched werewolves and wrote on the subject and on my tribal/anarchistic beliefs concerning politics, government, and society, which was later reinforced by the works of men like Jack Donovan. I brought up ancient barbarian cultures and also wolf society. Early on I liked Druidism, animism, and also happened to gain a reverence for the god Othin. Around age twenty-one, I became conscious of and immediately began to study shamanism. It was something I’d heard of, naturally, but something clicked and I immersed myself in it. Same thing went for berserkir. I didn’t think to much of the berserkir before, save what I learned about hamrammr in connection to werewolves. It was only later when I was twenty-three that I learned just why some of this synchronicity and archetype features had come about. The dots connected between my fascination for my cultural history, wolves, and my physical feats. At twenty-four, I began to call myself an Úlfheðinn.
