I will confess I am inspired by Hilloftyr [a Gab user], but nevertheless share my tale of my entrance into pagan faith.
It started roughly two years ago, I was NOT a religious man but had some light-Christian belief as it was all I knew spiritually. I joined a Church in my hometown and began practicing Christianity in full, I got baptized on Easter, and everything seemed to be going quite well. Though, deep down, nothing felt quite right.
I began having visions during a sermon one day, blurry men encircling a tree or idol, and chanting in unknown tongues; I brushed it off, deciding it was merely an odd day-dream and continued on with my day. Three days later I was walking along a usual path, but when I passed by a thicket I nearly froze, I swore I could hear something. The night of that day rolled in and I slept; the dream was long and cold, being in a tundra forest with snow falling thickly, but in the distance a wizened man approached. This man was cloaked in a grey robe, had a spear or staff, a large hat and was entirely silent. With his spear he carved an Othala rune into a tree; this rune began to glow until I was totally blinded, then I woke up.
Days went by after this, I was distraught, and had no idea what any of this meant at all. I went to Church again that week, but could no longer concentrate on the preacher, the words where totally void of any significance now. I went home that day and ordered a book, Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman, it had me hooked instantly; I couldn't put the damn thing down, each story conjuring unknown and long forgotten feelings, I had to know more.
I eventually bought the Elder and Younger Edda's by Benjamin Thorpe, reading them made me even more in tune with myself. I skipped Church that week to read more. As months went by, skipping Church, I decided on a Wednesday that I'd finally come to a conclusion; I was pagan.
During this time leading up to it I learned everything I could, watched YouTuber's like ThuleanPerspective (Varg) and TheGoldenOne, among many, and was ready.
I had one lingering thing, it still haunts me today but I've resolved my feelings towards it. I was not purely European; four generations ago my fathers side intermingled with a Native American lady, this meant that I was 1/16 non-European. Over time I came to realize that Natives were 1/3 European and 2/3 Asian, which helped my resolution, but that the Huns had infected much of the European genetic stock anyway and that Greco-Romans were not pure Europeans either (they are a huge mix of genes, but largely European, and yet we consider them just Europeans) so I decided that being less than 5% non-European wasn't a hinderance. This was especially helped by Varg's video "Muh Mongol Nords" in which he explains slight admixtures don't really matter, just look in the mirror and you will know what you are.
I then pledged myself to the Aesir and the Vanir, as well as the Celtic gods (as I'm a healthy mix of Anglo-Saxon/Nordic, Celtic, and some other minor European admixtures like Slavic and Roman), that Wednesday I became a pagan.
Say what you will about anything I have said, and what I am about to say, but the Gods are real and they are alive...
Ever since then I have had many visions of things to come since then, even seeing Trump's election months before he even ran, saw Paris burning as it is now, and see more things that are to come.
Source:
https://gab.com/Northern_Folkist/posts/47088068
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[–] theoldones 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
the indians might have a bit of viking in them according to DNA tests
they have stories about liberating the land from giants, by slaughtering them. does this make north america giant country?