When I was still living in Arizona, I performed many more Odin rituals, and then I was here in Pennsylvania.
Willy Whitefeather is a very wise person from Cherokee and my close friend worries me why.
He said that the Southwest is still a very powerful place to live for an Indian. There are still many spirits of Indian soldiers and physicians. Great place for warriors.
Great Spirit was still there. If and when the Great Spirit left all the power that protects the Indians, they will disappear.
He said that in the northeast where I was born, the gods and goddesses of my people once lived. They no longer live. They were pushed by an increasing number of other tribes from around the world who moved.
These other tribes now have power and more and more come, the less will be my people, the northern Europeans.
He repeatedly told me (after returning to the northeast) that I made a mistake. That Odin and the gods and goddesses of my people were now in the southwest.
He said that although we were different nations, there were no differences in our main culture and gods of warriors.
He identified Odin with the Great Spirit.
He said that this change of power on earth was natural. Indians have been doing this for thousands of years. Capture the energy points of other tribes and the use of energy.
The big difference he said was that, although the various Indian tribes were fighting each other, they all had one god, the Great Spirit.
My people left Odin behind other gods destined for other tribes.
We gave almost all our power.
He equated himself and other followers of Odin to his people. Inside his people there is a certain split between the traditional Indians, who follow the old ways and hang around the Indian reservation. Those who copied the paths and religions of the white man. I hate tradition.
The same as the inhabitants of Northern Europe, following the religion of the inhabitants of the desert.
I need to share with you what a wise Indian shaman taught me when I spent a lot of time with him in the desert and in the mountains of Arizona another time.
Let me tell you about this ritual called Odin and Indian perfume.
Again, I share these secret and sacred events in my life with you, because I am trying to tell you that we need to build more one-on-one relationships with Odin and the gods / goddesses. We must stop worshiping him as a Viking God. It precedes the Viking Age by thousands of years. The same as the Great Spirit precedes the Cherokee and the Apaches.
Get rid of these moth ritual books written by others. Go alone and create your own in the spiritual and spiritual worlds, and those who find you will find you.
So, here is another story and ritual to inspire you.
Each true Warrior A Viking warrior is equal to thousands of honey, absorbing half of a Christian - half of the pagans, the so-called Vikings, who go into the forest to have fun.
When you make real contact with Odin and a goddess like me, you will find him and them in the most terrible places, and you will do it alone.
When I was with Willy Whitfer around the camp fire, we talked about a lot. He opened his eyes to many areas of which I knew nothing.
Indians peace of the Spirit is very real. Communication with spirits is very real. Spirits can hurt you.
The gods are very real. The main difference between an Indian medic and an Indian warrior is that the Medic Man spends more time in the world of the Spirit. He knows that is power.
We became such close friends that Willy invited me to go with him to the holy Hopi caves in the four corners.
While I was there, I was blessed with a grandfather. A very old but very wise and functional man of Indian medicine Hopi.
I was allowed to visit one of the sacred caves with Willy.
I saw a 3000 year old pictogram written on the walls of a cave.
It was a linear drawing of three sailing ships in line.
When we left the cave, Willie smiled and nodded. He told me that the Hopi Indians, the keepers of Indian history, knew about the arrival of Columbus 1500 years before he appeared.
Remind me of a story about how I found the pictographic runes in a cave on the walls of a mountain cliff.
Willy had to stay at the Four Corners, so I had to make a long trip back to Phoenix on my ole 1979 Dodge pickup.
When I left the Hopi Indian commandment, I set off along a long, high desert road to the gigantic monuments of the Indian rock, which are so famous this part of Arizona.
I drove the most famous monument "Ship Rock" and soared down the highway in 70 years. These roads stretch like an arrow and are devoid of all traffic.
You could feel the Indian Force around you, especially as you walked past one of the standing sacred rocks.
Suddenly it started!
At first I thought that something was wrong with my steering, it was terribly tense.
I was pushed to the right. Not knowing what my first instinct was, there was a slowdown to 40.
I immediately began to repeat my rituals of Odin.
These recurring plays of Odin fell out of many difficult places before. And on the physical plane, and on the inner planes.
I quietly chanted: “One, One, One I’m being taken. One, One, One Heal me. One, One, One will protect me. ” My favorite for him covers all the bases.
The steering was still stiff, and the wheel seemed to want to pull me more and more to the right.
Then he locked up. Destroyed my steering gear? Did I lose all the liquid?
I felt the hair on the back of my head stand up. I looked down the road and there, about a mile, there were two very large jagged and powerful Indian rocks. They were very close to the road, one on each side.
My repetition grew louder and faster. "One, One, One, give me Odin, One, One Heal me, One, One, One, protect me."
The steering wheel was squeezed and I slowly moved to the right. With all my strength (I weighed 225) I could not budge. I could see that they were pushing me to a jagged Indian stone on the right.
No more formalities. I screamed as loudly as I could: “One, One, One ..........”
Constantly.
I swallowed my fear and thrust the gas pedal to the floor. I had to walk past these Indian rocks.
Forty five, fifty ........ I was going to launch this Indian Ganglet or die. There is no way back.
At 70, I literally flew on Indian rocks.
It was a battle to the death. (Have you ever been in a battle to the death?) A locked ocular wheel, jagged Indian rocks and my every muscle training to return to the middle of the road.
Plus, don't forget my One, One, One at the top of my lungs. (I never forget ODIN, especially in the tight spot)
I do not know how I did it, but I flew past Indian rocks like a rocket. And when I put the distance between myself and these deadly stones, the wheel weakened.
I got to the middle of the road and slowed down.
The following week, I met Willie Whitefeer and told him what had happened.
He was silent and forced me to follow him. We entered his old toyota pickup and headed for the desert. Once quiet there, Willie took a bag with medicine and went out alone.
He stopped at a small barrel of cactus and sprinkled cornmeal around him. Then he sat down, put his sacred sack in his hands and closed his eyes.
I knew that he was looking for a Vision.
After a while he got up, thanked the Great Spirit and came back to me.
“You were attacked by two Apache warriors,” Ville said.
“They sensed your warrior spirit and were angry that you should be allowed into the holy Hopi Hopi territories because they were never given this honor,” Willy continued.
So they decided to destroy you, but they took control of the truck and dumped you into one of the jagged rocks.
Ville stopped and smiled. “It was that spirit with one glance of a warrior and took control of the steering wheel.
"Ragnar," he smiled, "you did not do that."
"One, I asked?"
Yes, Willy smoked and nodded.
For those who do not believe. I ask you: ... "How much do you have with the spiritual world?" How much do you believe in the gods / goddesses of your people? How much do you believe in the Great Spirit. Have you become too materialistic? (believe only that you can touch, smell, see?)
Get out of big cities before it's too late. Bring your children back to nature.
Thank you for listening.
Ragnar the Narrator
I created Odin's resonant frequency. His fighting energy came out of the Quantum Ocean (where he now lives) and covered my truck with his powerful energy.
Spiritual Warriors Apache felt this and ran.
You do not need (and I do not think that many of us have the power) to attract Odin to proteins to help you. Enough to attract his energy in times of danger. (The laws of quantum physics and resonant frequencies).
