Thursday, December 1, 2016

The Journey of the Seeker

The mist that surrounded the Mountain was thick, forcing the Seeker to guard his steps.  More than once his walking stick found ankle breaking crannies.  Strange beasts darted and slithered past him as if to say - go home.....there is nothing here to find but misery and misfortune.  The Seeker gave little thought to the warnings.  He heard them before and pressed on.  The mist finally cleared and he stood at the Mountain's base.  The Seeker paused to refresh himself from his meager provisions.  As he looked up, a pair of eagles framed themselves against the azure sky.  That same upward glance afforded him the mental picture of what appeared to be a cave.  The opening of the cave stood out in stark contrast to the Mountain's icy peak.  That cave, the Seeker knew, was his destination.  

He found a narrow path at the base of the Mountain.  His steps on the path took him through tall forests of fir trees and oaks.  The Seeker heard the playful splashing of a nearby stream.  But with all things worth obtaining, the higher you climb in your quest, the rarer the air.  The Seeker stopped several times to catch his breath and clear his head.  But every time he began again, it was harder than the last.  His body and mind demanded sleep and nourishment.  He refused, and moved forward. Nine Suns rose and fell until the Seeker, exhausted and frostbitten, collapsed at the cave's entrance.  

The Seeker woke.  He had no idea how long he had slept.  Gathering his senses, he found himself covered in a blanket, colored royal purple.  Probing further, he discovered that the blanket was covered in fresh snow.  Even though he felt like he was entombed, the Seeker did not panic.  He rolled on his stomach and then stood.  Warmth and light greeted him.  Feeling renewed, the Seeker left his tomb in search of the source.  His search was quickly rewarded.  

A man sat, slightly slumped over, by the fire.  The man did not speak.  Our Seeker decided to sit opposite him.  The two men sat gazing into the fire.  Finally, the silent one produced a cup, made from horn and filled with liquid and said, "Drink."  

Our Seeker took the offered cup, smelled it and replied, "What is this?  I've never smell anything like it."  

In a flat monotone the man said, "You question my hospitality Seeker, or are you looking for simple conversation?"  

Our Seeker did not know what to say.  

Again the mysterious man said, "Drink."  

Our Seeker took one sip, followed by another.  It was delicious.  He emptied the horned cup.  

"So tell me Seeker, why did you travel nine Sun days to get here?  What do you want?  What do you think you will find?"  As the man spoke his last words he raised his head and revealed to our Seeker a face covered with the cracks of time.  

Our Seeker looked at the man's craggy face for a long time.  Finally he said, "When I started my journey I had many questions.  But now I feel empty.  This is the fate of being mortal."  

Craggy faced man gazed intently at our Seeker.  Then he said, "This is your mistake.  Thinking that you are just mortal.  You are infinitely more than that.  You are immortal.  Every cell and every atom. Every thought, action, memory, and emotion live forever.  It is burned into your DNA.  Physical things change appearance, frequency, and harmonic levels but they never perish.  And, that thing within you, that thing many call 'soul' is multi-leveled and purposed.  Everything about you is a part of and connected to the GREAT ALL.  Nothing really dies - it changes.  Seeker, all of you is immortal.  But, you have yet to REALIZE it."  

Our Seeker offered nothing but dead silence.  

Craggy man broke the silence.  "Is there anything else, Seeker?  I know this is not what you were searching for but this is what you got." 

Our Seeker thought for a moment and then said, "How do I find what you told me to be true?  To really know and understand?  And not just walk away believing every word you just told me?"  

Craggy replied, "That is a smart question, that can be answered with one word.  Work."  


"Yes," Craggy face said, "Work.  It is a four letter word many modern folks seek to avoid.  To attain anything physical or spiritual, you must work.  Nothing will be handed to you.  If humanity wants to walk with the Gods, again, work for it."   

"But what," our Seeker said, "must be done to have this knowledge, these experiences?"  The words stumbled out of our Seeker's mouth like beans falling from a can.  

Craggy smiled at our Seeker.  He said, "You're a smart man, but what do you not understand about work?  You figured out how to travel nine full Sun days to get here.  And remember, you packed the blanket.  It was olive drab when packed, but became purple royal because of your holy intent.  You will figure out all of what I told you.  It is rapped in your DNA.  With that, Craggy man stood.  Our Seeker knew this was his signal to leave.  As he turned to leave, Craggy began to drink from the same horned cup.  

Our Seeker turned to offer his host a fond farewell.  But Craggy was gone.  In his place stood a mirror image of our Seeker.  He was smiling while drinking from the horned cup.  

                                               Copyright @2016 Terry Unger  

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Thoughts Before Yule

In the early days of the Germanic Heathen revival within the USA, many folks walked around saying things like, it's in your blood, it's in my blood, it's a blood thing, referring to themselves and their connection to Germanic Heathenry.  That is a simplistic statement and it is wrong.  It is not blood, but your DNA - a genetic road map given to you by your parents.  A map that you inherited from ALL of your Ancestors.  And recent research indicates that your DNA holds memories of your Ancestors, both good and bad.  There should be no surprise then, that memories of Yule's past press themselves forward into  a person' consciousness.  

These memories may come in dreams or flashes of insight.  They may present themselves as deja vu experience.  Or they may press on a person the desire for snow, forests filled with abundant evergreen and fir trees, and a hearth fire.  Because - our Northern Ancestors struggled with the cold and ice, and did what had to be done to survive until Spring.  These are just a few of the special things given to us by our Ancestors.  

Yule is not an accident, an appropriation of Christmas.  It is Christmas that was appropriated from the Northern Heathens and the Southern Pagans by melding Yule, the Feast of Sol Invictus, and the Feast of Saturnalia, over centuries, for reasons of conversion and cultural appropriation.  And historically, we know that all three of these festivals existed centuries before the supposed birth of the baby Jesus.  Period.  I am not being smug.  All of this can be found in University Libraries, or well stocked local libraries.  For the less ambitious, please consult professor Google.  

But for the awakened Northern Soul, the personal DNA map, the Ancestral Inheritance, always is present.  It is your culture.  It is your heritage.  It is your Ancestors.  It is spiritual and physical.  Think on these things as you prepare for Yule.   

                                                    Copyright @2016 Terry Unger


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Jack, the Persistent Sales Dog

Hey there, human bipods!  Jack Unger coming to you from Ungerlands Texas!  Today it hit me that ya'll might think I was just kidding about having one eye.  So I ditched my sexy sun glasses and took this selfie!  Yes, I am the best looking dog in Texas!  The ladies tell me I'm so hunky!  And who else do you know that has only one eye?  Well, who is it?  Ya'll know who I'm talkin' 'bout!  But enough about me.  

Tonight I was checkin' the book sales figures with my human dad, Terry Unger.  What ya'll waitin' for?  Really?  Woof!  Ya'll know my daddy writes the best dadgum heathen books on Amazon!  If ya'll want an invitation, here it is!  Go ahead and buy them!  Don't be the last, be the first, second, and third!  Buy them all, daddy's books make great gifts!  Can ya'll keep a secret?  

The other day I was foolin' around on dad's computer.  I went to the blog and accidentally pawed on of the titles you see on the right side.  It took me right to that book's Amazon site!  IF I had a credit card, I could'a ordered a bazillion!   WOOF!  It's that easy!  And let me tell ya, Amazon has no problem pumpin' out the books!  SO whatcha' waitin' for.....I gave ya'll an invitation!  Go buy! 

Still hesitatin'?  Thinkin' what's in it for Jack?  I told ya'll the last time.....I want new bones and toys at Yule!  Oh come on, don'tcha want somethin' new?  Well, buy my daddy's books.....that's somethin' new!  

And BTW, please don't rat on me to my daddy.  The other day I was playin' games on his computer. Forgot to close the program.  Daddy was pissed.  Blamed Mason - we don't have a cat!  I want bones, WOOF!  Buy dad's books!  

                                                Copyright @2016 Jack Unger  

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

So, You Want to be a Warrior?

Within Asatru/Heathenry many men refer to themselves as warriors.  Not to be left out, many women like to think that they are shield maidens.  Folks fill themselves up with the glories of the old days, the days of our Ancestors.  The days when having the skill to wield a sword or an axe in battle saved your life and more.  In that bygone era a warrior earned his "strips," the title, "Warrior."  But, we live in the 21st century.  The times and circumstances are different.  Today, we have law, we have order.  Does simply stating that one is a warrior, qualify for the title?  My good friend Vincent Enlund has a few things to say about that.  His credentials speak for him.  Check out his video below and judge for yourself if flexing your muscles and snarling at the neighbor's dog grants  you the title.

As for myself, I cannot lay claim to this title.  In my opinion, If I had to fight to save my family, I would just be a man who defended his own, not a warrior.

                                         Copyright @2016 Terry Unger & Vincent Enlund

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

America's 2nd Revolution

Personally, I despise politics and politicians.  It appears that many others in America agree with me. The victor of this many months' long circus was not, according to the thinking on the left, that was aided by the right, supposed to win.  He just was not.  But Trump won and is now the 45th president -elect.  For months to come, there will be hand-ringing by the left and the right.  How did this man get elected?  The career politicians on the left and right want to know.  The answer is simple.  They failed  us, the people.  

In this Republic, the elected serve the people, not the other way around.  That is what it is supposed to be.  However, over many years, the people seemed to serve the elected - the pleas of the people were ignored.  Joe Lunchbox, Joe Six-Pack, and Everyday Joe felt left behind.  And they were - their need and concerns abandoned the day after election.  Abandoned by career politicians in favor of special interest groups.  So the Joes, often thought to be malleable for the politico's needs (re-election), revolted and elected a brash, loud-mouth billionaire businessman as their presidential champion.  The Joes picked this guy over Mrs. Clinton for three reasons.  First, Trump is no politician.  Anyone who watched the debates can bear witness to this fact.  And, Mrs. Clinton and company are career politicians who have promised much over time and delivered little of substance concerning the needs of the Joes.  That's a big deal.  Secondly, Trump listened to the Joes.  He truly believes that he can help them (us) have a better life.  As the 45th duly elected President of the United States, he deserves a chance to put "his money where his mouth is."  Finally, the democrat has baggage.  So much so that if her "baggage" was carried in suitcases, TSA would not allow much of it on the plane.  Yes Trump has baggage, but he was never elected.  And never elected on false promises.  But this revolution is not finished.  

The people of the USA need to impose term limits on their elected.  Our Founders looked at elected office as one of service to the people.  A person "served" for two or three terms and "retired," letting the next guy do his bit.  It was considered an honor and self -sacrifice.  It was considered patriotic duty, not a life long career.  Term limits can bring this all home.  And what of the lessons of election 2016?  

The pundits will discuss this for months to come.  What worked and what did not work against conventional wisdom.  One thing that needs to be made clear to both the Left and Right:  Don't fuck with us Joes.  You work for us, not the other way around.  

                                                 Copyright@2016 Terry Unger

Monday, November 7, 2016

Salesman Jack

Hey there humans, my name is Jack the one-eyed Wonder Dog.  Some of you know me but many do not.  So, I put my picture on top.  I live with my human parents, Terry and Sandra Unger in Ungerlands.  Now that my introduction is out of the way, let's get to it.  

Yule is coming.  Yes I know it's weeks away but you humans like to procrastinate.  Ya'll like putting stuff off until the last minute.  Like who you will gift with what.  I can help with that.  My human daddy's books are great!  Of course they are!  Buy them!  I need new bones!  Really, this Yule while you are feeding your stomach feed your head by reading my daddy Terry's books.  And it's so simple to do!  

On this blog site, just click on the titles to the right.  This will take you directly to that particular book site on Amazon.  It's so simple even a dog can do it!  WOOF!!!

                                        Copyright @2016 Jack the Wonder Dog Unger

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Innuendos and Advertising

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. - Mark Twain, 1897.

It amuses me how people can be motivated by rumor, innuendo, outright lies, and sales ads.  Like Twain in his time, I in mine can say do not believe what you read or hear.  Especially at this time of year.  The huckster's have begun to sing their Siren's song to empty your bank account and max out your credit cards.  And all for a one day holiday.

Having racked my brain over many years I cannot fathom why people of "faith" spend so much money on a one day holiday, a holiday hijacked from Pagan and Heathens and then abbreviated (Yule, the Feast of Sol Invictus, and the Feast of Saturnalia) for a scant 24-36 hours.  So for Christmas, Christ's Mass, Christians spend the money on the baby Jesus?  No.  They spend the dough on themselves and each other, maybe for the sake of emulating the gifts given to the Christ child by the Magi.

The advertisers tell us that we must have this, our sweetheart deserves that, and our kids need all of  the above.  And we buy into the rumor, innuendo, and outright lies ..... the sales pitch.   Frankly, I do not care if you are Christian, Pagan, or Heathen; many of us get sucked in.  Do we do so out of guilt or to demonstrate largess, with or without the incurred debt?  Only in our modern world via credit, can a pauper appear to live like a king, albeit briefly.

The opportunities here for me to wax on to fellow Heathens concerning the above are multitudinous but I shall not.  Ya'll know better, or at least you should.  Being and becoming prosperous and generous still means living within your fiscal boundaries.  It does not mean pissing away capital in order to impress.  So many verses from the Havamal now roll through my head.

In simple Pagan and Heathen terms, we are entering a sacred time of year.  It is a time of reflection, thanksgiving, and planning for the future, along with merry-making, feasting, and gifting.  It should not be a time to piss away money to make major stockholders of the various retail chains ecstatic.  It is my opinion that this is a solid Heathen view, something that wayward Christians and paper Heathens should try and emulate.

And by the way, I am alive and well.  Thanks for asking.

                                                    Copyright @2016 Terry Unger