I am for the god to whom I bound myself with blood and ink, metal and fire, and words both said and unsaid. I am for the Sky-treader and the Mother of Sleipnir, for Laufey’s son, for the Father of Monsters, Odin’s blood-brother, first of Angrboda’s consorts, husband of Sigyn. I am even for the Breaker of Worlds, though I know He will crush and devour me, in the end.
I am for the wide open sky and the closeness of an embrace. I am for the deep night of the primeval forest and the serene firmness of the high, walled fortress. I am for the dances that are danced and the songs that are sung. I am for sex and joy and sweetness untainted, for the clever quip and the knowing wink, for slyness and swiftness and the twist of the cutpurse’s knife. I am for my flame-haired Interloper, who turns my perceptions on their ear and turns on His heel to rearrange my life, just when I think all is settled and safe and boring.
I am for the Fool and the Wise One, the Trickster and the suffering God Who Struggles. I am for the Lie-smith who never lies to Himself, the Sly One who is forever caught in traps of His own making. I am for He who flies high and He who waits deep below the surface of the earth, and they are one and the same.
And thus, I am not for your lies. I am not for your politics, your games of who is and isn’t important enough to respect, your arbitrary stepladders of worth, your dreams of renown from the very people you mock and belittle. I am not for your factions and cliques, for your struggles to prove who is best by casting others down. I am not for your cynically manufactured bullshit. I am not for lying to myself that any of that is at all important. I am not for you.
I am for my god, my fulltrui, my Beloved, friend of my body and spirit, heart of my heart, He whose name shapes my world, He whose essence roils in the twisting channels of my veins, He whose blazing might roars in my ears and dazzles my eyes with its awful, wonderful beauty. I am for Him.
I am His, and that is all you need to know about who I am.
Beautiful and powerful!
Thank you
And thus, I am not for your lies. I am not for your politics, your games of who is and isn’t important enough to respect, your arbitrary stepladders of worth, your dreams of renown from the very people you mock and belittle. I am not for your factions and cliques, for your struggles to prove who is best by casting others down. I am not for your cynically manufactured bullshit. I am not for lying to myself that any of that is at all important. I am not for you.
That is a beautiful piece, and I definitely relate to the above quoted text~
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Beautiful, E. Absolutely, breath-takingly, heart-shatteringly beautiful.
Thank you, my friend
Hail Loki, friend and beloved teacher- master of words, brilliant of intellect, and guide through all chaos.
Hail to you, who brings honor to our shared patron!
Beautiful work, do you mind if put a link on my blog to this post? This kenning was breathtaking.
http://www.hailloki.wordpress.com
Link away
And thanks, too.
Such amazing power and beauty in your words. Hail Sky Fire!
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so much power in her words! Hail Loki!
I can especially relate to the last part of this. Beautifully and assertively written!
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holy shit this is awesome.
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Breathtaking.
Thanks. I’m getting kind of embarrassed now with all the praise…
This is so powerfully, beautiful written.
Hail Loki, indeed <3
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Absolutely a most wonderful and touching piece of writing!
Thank you!
This is indeed a gorgeous and powerful piece of writing! (And I suspect many of us–and not just Loki’s folk–can relate to that second-to-last paragraph.
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Thank you!
Beauty straight from the heart. Thank you.
Thanks, hon
Elizabeth. No need to be embarrassed for the praise. You and He are joined. The passion, creativity, and pure fire that flows through your veins is exploding into this piece. It gripped my heart and made tears flow. There is always a release when truth is placed into words. Especially truth we can all relate to regarding our Beloved Loki.
Wow, thank you
Awesome.
Thanks, chica
Beautiful. “He whose essence roils in the twisting channels of my veins” I especially can’t stop thinking about this part.
Thank you
This. So much this. Thank you.
Thanks for reading
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This is so beautiful. I love it. So very much truth in these words. His voice comes though. Elizabeth is amazing and so gifted.
This is so beautifully written!
That second to last paragraph is something I should remind myself of, each day. Thank you.
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