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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 9:19 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 2:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 11:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 11:39 pm
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It's winter.
Our car is old and the electrical system is going. Most notably, it fails in the drivers' side window.
We, or rather the father of my best friend, manages to get it up once after it is stuck down. We drove hours with freezing rain blowing in the window. It was unpleasant.
Four days before she's due to drive to a northern state, during a brief breath of summer in winter, my mother impulsively rolls down the window.
It gets stuck down.
I have the car the day before she's due to leave. I try rolling up the window multiple times during the day, varying every possible thing I can think of. I try it when the car has just turned on, when it's been on a while but idle, when we're driving, when I'm about to turn it off. The window doesn't budge.
I'm driving down to the metro station to pick my mom up. She'll be leaving for the north that night. It's already getting cold again, and the idea of her driving for hours, at night, in winter, north, makes me very upset.
I remember Thor deals with lightning.
As I'm driving to the metro, I speak to him aloud. I explain what the situation is. I apologize for things said of him in the past which were not friendly. I tell him how much alcohol I will offer in his name, and that I will honor him ever-after as kin-guard and noble warrior.
I press the button to raise the window.
It goes up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:44 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 10:03 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 4:23 pm
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Thanks for the clarification. smile
When my girlfriend was moving to a new apartment last May, we bribed my friend and now roommate to borrow her dad's minivan to help. We had to move her bed (which is from Ikea so the frame breaks down, but the mattress and box spring do not), her dresser, her bookshelf, and her table (which also breaks down).
So we decide to take the box spring first because it's the biggest and most unwieldy. And of course, it doesn't fit through the back of the van. My friend suggests we can tie it to the top of the van if my girlfriend has any twine. She goes and looks--no luck.
So as we're carrying the box spring back into her apartment, her neighbor walks up to his house. I don't know how well she actually knows this guy, but she asks him if he has any twine. He says he isn't sure but he'll look. So we park the box spring in front of his place for a bit, waiting for him to come back out, with twine or not.
He comes back out with his roommate, who hands my girlfriend a new package of twine after taking off the plastic. When she thanks him and asks if he wants anything back for it, he says:
"No...I bought two things of twine, and I didn't know why I did that. Now I know. It was for you."
We went to Thirsty Dog after the big stuff was all moved and I offered my pizza to Wepwawet in thanks for an opened way. I don't remember anymore whether I had asked for one at the time.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 4:52 pm
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Well, recently I've had a couple of "whoah" moments when praying to Bast. There were a couple of times in my life when I've felt desperate, and prayed to anything to just help me and feel better. At those times a calming feeling came over me, giving me the strength I needed to overcome my sobs. I never knew who or what gave me that feeling. When I was very afraid of a presence I felt in my room, I prayed to Bast to protect me and banish whatever was there. That calming feeling came over me again and after that I no longer felt that presence. I also realized that Bast had been watching over me all along.
Again, I prayed to Bast to help me find the way to worship her as she should be worshipped. Later that same night while searching on the internet I found a nearby Egyptian reconstructionist group. I e-mailed the man in charge and what he described sounded exactly like what I was looking for.
And another one not related to Bast. I had just become certified in level 1 Reiki and was at a Reiki share. Although after my attunement I felt incredible, I still felt a little cynical as to whether it really would work for me. I laid my hands on a man's right side, and immediately felt the warmth surge to my palms, so strong that they began to sweat. Afterward, I asked him if he didn't mind telling me whether he had any problems in that area, and he admitted that he has chronic kidney stones. That really solidified my belief that reiki really works.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 1:25 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:52 am
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I've had a few of those moments myself; but I can't be fully certain about all of them, much of them tends to be a matter of 'I look and I see X, then look again and it's suddenly Y', so I can't be certain whether it's changed, or whether I merely mis-saw or mis-read things.
There are a couple of potentially post-cognitive moments that I have had, however. Both happened years ago, but I still remember them well. The first happened while I was at work at a library. My grandfather was deathly ill, and it was expected that he wouldn't live out the month. While I was working, I found myself humming 'eonia imnimi', one of the church's memorial service hymns. And perhaps ten or twenty minutes later I'm told I have a phone call. And I knew before I picked up the phone that my mother had called to tell of his death. Admittedly, one could say that it would be a fairly easily-intuited thing that the call to me would be about that, but it still was a double-take moment for me.
And the second was with regards to my Priest at the time. Saturday night, I had a dream of going up to him and his wife during the coffee hour and telling them congratulations. Sunday, during announcements, he relates that his wife is now 3 months pregnant. I suppose she might have started showing prior..but I really hadn't seen a whole lot of her.
Nothing to that degree has happened since, though.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:23 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 5:12 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 3:07 am
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Heilsan Allir,
There were two very powerful experiences very early on in my work with Runes which solidified my 'belief'. As you can probably guess, I am a natural born sceptic, and am very dubious on 'those' types of experiences. That being said...
Experience 1: As much as I loathe D J Conway, the book Norse Magic has 'prayers' in the back of it. Very early on in my practice (we're talking probably 1992) I recited said 'prayer' to Freyja and there was a palpable prescence there with me at my side. Now, the sceptic in me states that I could have brought on such an experience myself, however, the intensity of the feeling far outweighed anything I am consciously capable of. My unconscious mind also is very firm on the experience being 'other-worldly'.
Experience 2: One evening around the similar time frame, I was visited in my room by a dark presence which, I have come to the conclusion was a landvaettir of some description. The entity was just checking me out, but I must say, it's one of the few times in my life I have felt true fear. Indeed, I've not had an experience like it since. Once again, the sceptic in me considers that this could be a self induced experience, however, once again my unconscious mind is adamant that the experience did indeed occur, and that it was indeed a landvaettir.
Ver thu heil
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