Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Odr and Giving Up the Sword of Frustration

Just because corruption has snuck its way into high places and infiltrated throughout the many places of the world does not mean that there are not yet good positions, good places, that the Gods have in store for those who will develop their own good, who will bring out their own wyrd, who will challenge themselves to overcome their limitations, challenge themselves to overcome their knots and their hatreds and their frustrations and their disappointments and their impatience. If we can continually work, with good faith, to overcome these limitations, with as much struggle as that involves, and find peace, there is still luck out there that the Gods have good, good things for us to enjoy. Many times our place of frustration is because of oppression, but many times our place of frustration is because of the place where our soul resides, and our imagination needs to stretch outside of that.

As long as Odr carries the sword, he cannot be accepted into the heavenly kingdom. It is when Odr gives up the sword that he comes into the heavenly kingdom. He must give up the sword of revenge. He must give up the tool with which we would strike out at the world, with which we would slash and cut and slice up the world into our own little categories. The sword of revenge, the gambanteinn, has so much meaning, so much resonance, because in revenge we can also hear resentment, we can hear disappointment, and we can hear all of the whining and temper-tantrums that we human beings have that as adults we like to give more dignified names rather than temper-tantrums, but that's often what they are. So often we are as children struggling with our moods, struggling to get beyond the frustrations of a moment, so impatient are we, even the best of us, so we march through the world with this sword, with a chip on our shoulder and a sword in our hand, ready to strike out, and it is that which must be surrendered so that we can unite with the Goddess of Love.

The Gods would teach us through our shortcomings and frustrations. If we would stop and listen, we can hear their echoes behind our moans and whinings, our grunts and our teeth holding back tongue from sailor's curses at the many balkings of want the world presents. Our own blockages hint at smoother ways, ways of flow, where our own ways are the obstacles, and we must learn to wend with the ways of wyrd. Thence lies luck.


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