Ascension: the act of rising to a higher level, in this case a higher level of consciousness.
Because I could not sail forth before my ascension from just a lonely lion into a Viking,
life did kindly sail – along slowly on my behalf.
I took pause to sail, like the good Viking does.
The Templars, however, try hard to lift me up,
a hundred thousand heartbeats, all at once,
A level connection between vikings and knights, as it should be.
My tribe, will always be my knights.
the strongest of the strong
All in for the long-haul.
The Valkyries bring their chosen to the afterlife hall of the slain
To the great hall where heroes slain in battle are received. A place of honor, glory, and happiness : this heaven is Valhalla.
Are you upset by how sincerely clear this is?
Does it tear you apart to see the fallen so high-praised?
Just like ships designed for sailing rivers, fjords and coastal waters, is the longship with the head of a dragon on both it’s bow and stern.
The roar of a dragon. the roar of a dragon, the roar of a dragon.
All that is small is not the lion’s lonely heart,
the lion, by all accounts is as big as a Viking ship.
But, there comes a time for a lion to lay down upon his tussled mane
Does it tear you apart to see the lion so breathless?
A medieval storm, however hard it tries, to destroy the fortress so well-built, will dissipate and shining through will be a brilliant sun.
Our tribe, we will always be readers and writers.
Does the medieval cloud storm make you shiver?
Berserkers, posers and stalkers; however hard they try,
Will always be frenzied inside their own grey matter.
Never forget the frantic and phrenetic Berserkers for they will keep you on your toes, make you sharp with the quill.
Do you taste the iron will rising?
Because I could not sail to Valhalla just yet,
death, it tried to kindly send for me on many an occassion, but I am nowhere near ready to make my travels there any time soon.
Does the Viking beast make you shiver?
The Templar cross surmounts the mother goddess crescent moon, the stars and the noble lion as image of Knight Templar’s fierce determination and courage.
Come forth before me and kneel Lionheart,
your lion heart is broken, into tiny shards,
but your soul is in ascension; for you are now to be known as the Viking Odin, for you are a complex being and you shall reign over the River’s with your art, with wisdom and with the war inside you equally. You shall stand with all attributes that to this day are hard to match.
For I am Astrid Saga Frigg, of godly strength, of story, tale or fairytale, goddess of poetry, earth, air and I grant you a new writing fertility in the tip of your quill….
Rise, Odin, Keeper of the Crimson Quill
stand before your family in your newly acquired pelt.
To thine eyes be true.
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