The Raven Calls Me
By Hildingr Michael Sessumes
Since childhood, the raven and I have had an intimate relationship. They would sit on my window to caw and follow me around; my own mother nicknamed them "my birds."
Growing up as a child in Christianity and being constantly attacked by gang members, I thought for a time that I was possibly cursed. However, their caws always brought me such comfort. I loved that while other kids ran away when I was jumped, "my birds" never left; they watched, always watching.
As my life developed and I found Forn Sed—starting to embrace the traditions and rituals of my Gods and ancestors—my perspective obviously changed. No longer did I see a curse, but a blessing or the watchful eye of the High One.
As years pass, my relationship with these animals also develops. I swear I often understand them as if we speak a language decoded by blood. Close friends jest that I am mad, yet they, too, see how these ravens and crows interact with me. In all the joking, they also seem to not completely understand this phenomenon.
I’m certain I currently encourage this behavior, as I feed and talk to them often. They hover and never leave me. In states all across the land, my consistent companions are the noble raven and crow.
I sit out and reflect on this life, realizing man’s mind is facing his phone. Even when in nature, it is rare that we truly sit with nature anymore. Signs and divine moments are not only missed but completely disregarded as men Google for an esoteric connection that can be found directly in front of them—feet in the dirt, singing songs of their ancestors and listening.
In this age of sickness, I will always push tradition as the cure. I believe the proof is self-evident. Look at those who practice harmful magic, even though Odin specifically forbids it in our lore! They live lives of shame and less value, plagued by bad luck and constant chaos. Many have physical health problems or deformities—often unappealing or obese, disobedient to our ways and Gods—they sow their own seeds.
Many want "magic" only for power or influence to push a human agenda. I ask: what is the point of craving a fire that will ultimately burn everything it touches?
I lean towards my Gods and trust their ways. I make sacrifices and follow our laws. I watch and see that the raven and our folk have risen true, and I kneel before the High One despite what others do!
Hail the Noble Raven!
Thank you for always being my companion. Even when men fled the fray, you remained and held me close.
All praise to ODIN!!!!!!!!!
May your will be done and Order restored to our people and lands.