My Road
“The fate of one after death beyond the grave; an important aspect of Norse heathenism”
Many of you have not only read, seen photos, or better yet, visited and have witnessed the many wonderful archaeological finds of uncovered gravesites of our ancestor’s. I can only salivate (as Rorick, would most likely put it) on all that is still left to be discovered and uncovered. I sit here, having read all the many wonderful books I have obtained and links, so kindly left by our tribe members to further my understanding. So, I found myself over the weekend being drawn to re-opening the book. “The Road to Hel”.
I realize I may have no earthly right to pry or ask any of you what could be to some as very personal. But, your thoughts, I can honestly say, you will not find my face filled with a chuckle or imply “has this person gone off there bloody rocker”. I do wish to know your thoughts of life beyond the grave but mostly as a heathen how you wish your kinsmen to carry out your funeral ritual and how you wish to be remembered.
Since, I have initiated this post; this thought I can only begin to tell you my thoughts on what I have asked of you. Just briefly, since my page at this time is non-existent. I can not say that what I write or what I share will help you to gain any understanding. I do know some may say improper place to address this, too deep, very personal, and some may simply understand by reading The Road to Hel. But you see, I personally do not fear my death and then again it is my personal opinion. I recently read from a book; where two words really grabbed me “Free Will”; how much I saw my very own self and how blessed to realize the mere beauty and meaning of “Free Will”.
Just 3-months ago I gave away everything that I owned to follow a dream. And that dream being in Alaska and working with wolves and it is here I knew I would get my life back to simple. I have traveled the world on what out fellow Norseman would have called back then on warrior ships, today, to the world today one countries Navy. I loaded my car with some clothes and a small painting given by my mother on my departure from Texas to Alaska of my birthplace Bedford, England. She asked that I never forget where I came from and as I watched the tears fall from my mother’s face not only she knew but I knew this would be the last time we would see one another in this life. There are reason why I have let very few into my life, it has had it’s abundance of deceit and hurt. It may not be a good choice as a heathen to block my world from others, but it is that choice I will live with. I live a rather simple life and these last 3-months since arriving to Alaska have given me the opportunity to breathe again….Actually, would not trade it for the world. “For what is fated must go forward”
The most precious gift of life, and Wooden said it just right “Love”! I realized I was not alone in knowing how important love really is to all of us. Too those who have it in your life you must truly see how blessed you are for in my eyes, YOU REALLY ARE!
I realize I may have bored many with this long post but after my readings, something hit me.
So, now I will tell you all without being ashamed or regretting posting this for all to see. And so my wish, when I am prepared to journey to the next realm after I pass is to be remember for my “Free Will” and the only gift, is the gift only My Love can carry out (I do not know who it is, please keep that in mind) and I lay before you words written from my journal, my one gift addressed to My Love. This is how I wish it to be!
My Love
I wish to be cremated
My ashes to be carried by you and you alone
To the place amongst the forest trees that reach high above the sky, where the snow-covered mountain watches the birds soar so free, and the rivers and streams glisten in the sun.
And when you find the footprints of the wolves, it is there where you will know to release my ashes and it is here where I can continue my journey into the next realm.
And where you release me
On a simple stone, your handwritten words
This is what and how I wish to be remembered a spirit so free, a spirit no one could tie down, but mostly that spirit that was given the greatest gift of all knowing how to love and knowing how to love back. So, one last thought that I ask you to open your eyes and see; I do not regret this post that I have opened for all to see but most of all I am not ashamed of who I am for like you I laugh, I cry, I hurt, I feel, I love, I do not fear my death, and I am a heathen. And I will not be offended if no one leaves a response at all. I do know, I might have some thinking and knowing that is just as grand. My apologizes for this being a rather long post, no other way around it!
Best,
Shawnna
“The fate of one after death beyond the grave; an important aspect of Norse heathenism”
Many of you have not only read, seen photos, or better yet, visited and have witnessed the many wonderful archaeological finds of uncovered gravesites of our ancestor’s. I can only salivate (as Rorick, would most likely put it) on all that is still left to be discovered and uncovered. I sit here, having read all the many wonderful books I have obtained and links, so kindly left by our tribe members to further my understanding. So, I found myself over the weekend being drawn to re-opening the book. “The Road to Hel”.
I realize I may have no earthly right to pry or ask any of you what could be to some as very personal. But, your thoughts, I can honestly say, you will not find my face filled with a chuckle or imply “has this person gone off there bloody rocker”. I do wish to know your thoughts of life beyond the grave but mostly as a heathen how you wish your kinsmen to carry out your funeral ritual and how you wish to be remembered.
Since, I have initiated this post; this thought I can only begin to tell you my thoughts on what I have asked of you. Just briefly, since my page at this time is non-existent. I can not say that what I write or what I share will help you to gain any understanding. I do know some may say improper place to address this, too deep, very personal, and some may simply understand by reading The Road to Hel. But you see, I personally do not fear my death and then again it is my personal opinion. I recently read from a book; where two words really grabbed me “Free Will”; how much I saw my very own self and how blessed to realize the mere beauty and meaning of “Free Will”.
Just 3-months ago I gave away everything that I owned to follow a dream. And that dream being in Alaska and working with wolves and it is here I knew I would get my life back to simple. I have traveled the world on what out fellow Norseman would have called back then on warrior ships, today, to the world today one countries Navy. I loaded my car with some clothes and a small painting given by my mother on my departure from Texas to Alaska of my birthplace Bedford, England. She asked that I never forget where I came from and as I watched the tears fall from my mother’s face not only she knew but I knew this would be the last time we would see one another in this life. There are reason why I have let very few into my life, it has had it’s abundance of deceit and hurt. It may not be a good choice as a heathen to block my world from others, but it is that choice I will live with. I live a rather simple life and these last 3-months since arriving to Alaska have given me the opportunity to breathe again….Actually, would not trade it for the world. “For what is fated must go forward”
The most precious gift of life, and Wooden said it just right “Love”! I realized I was not alone in knowing how important love really is to all of us. Too those who have it in your life you must truly see how blessed you are for in my eyes, YOU REALLY ARE!
I realize I may have bored many with this long post but after my readings, something hit me.
So, now I will tell you all without being ashamed or regretting posting this for all to see. And so my wish, when I am prepared to journey to the next realm after I pass is to be remember for my “Free Will” and the only gift, is the gift only My Love can carry out (I do not know who it is, please keep that in mind) and I lay before you words written from my journal, my one gift addressed to My Love. This is how I wish it to be!
My Love
I wish to be cremated
My ashes to be carried by you and you alone
To the place amongst the forest trees that reach high above the sky, where the snow-covered mountain watches the birds soar so free, and the rivers and streams glisten in the sun.
And when you find the footprints of the wolves, it is there where you will know to release my ashes and it is here where I can continue my journey into the next realm.
And where you release me
On a simple stone, your handwritten words
This is what and how I wish to be remembered a spirit so free, a spirit no one could tie down, but mostly that spirit that was given the greatest gift of all knowing how to love and knowing how to love back. So, one last thought that I ask you to open your eyes and see; I do not regret this post that I have opened for all to see but most of all I am not ashamed of who I am for like you I laugh, I cry, I hurt, I feel, I love, I do not fear my death, and I am a heathen. And I will not be offended if no one leaves a response at all. I do know, I might have some thinking and knowing that is just as grand. My apologizes for this being a rather long post, no other way around it!
Best,
Shawnna
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Re: The Road to Hel
Mon, January 28, 2008 - 3:25 PMHeill Shawnna,
It is a wonderful post.
As I continue to evolve there is the realization that there will be a moment when all that I physically am will cease. I could not live with a physical problem like diabetes and not come to grips with this understanding... Other people might ignore those realities.
Several years ago I had a meditation experience which allowed me to voluntarily choose to step into a stone sarcophogus. From that there was the vivid vision of the process of dying. I do not fear death.
Like you, my desire when I pass from this earthly form, is to be cremated, but taken to the ocean and scattered there, where the winds and the waves meet the earth. No bulldozer can change the form of the ocean, nor can anything cover it other than the sky. However, it was sad to me that my husband said, 'You will be gone, I will bury you as a Catholic'. So.... I will leave it to my daughter to carry out my wishes.
I was not bored by your gift of words. Thank you for sharing.
Ani
