This Is A Hermes Love Zone

NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHERE THE GIANT PRIMORDIAL NORSE COW WENT

STILL

there is a giant cow out there

licking shit, possibly bringing other giant beings into creation

and like no one ever thought to mention it?

And in the gap

My busy tung

Dus lick and lap

My huf is strong

My horn is curld

I wandr round

ek sleiki ís.

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Rough translation:

My name is cow from me ther flow all the rivers down belo. and tho my tung  do pay the price, now i stand here.

This prayer was written by me, and is part of a series of prayers to recite when going through rough times. Everyone is going through the ringer right now, given the state of everything, so hopefully this can help you get through some tough things too. Enjoy!

Hail Loki, the sly son of Laufey, 

Confidante of the thunderer and blood brother of the raven god,

Fiery-haired father of the wolf, the serpent and the deathly lady,

I pray to you and hope that you may hear me

As it is in this hour of need that I need your help the most!

Loki, wily god of lies and fools,

But wise in the way that only a trickster can be,

You are the god of the outcasts,

The shape-changer whose identity is never defined,

Much like those who find comfort in your presence!

I pray that you, O Loki,

Will help guide me out of the suffering I find myself in;

Teach me the ways of cleverness so that I may slip from this snare,

As a wily fox outsmarts its hunter,

And gift me with your blessings and good humor,

So that even in the darkest moments,

I may find the light that you help bring.

You, Loki, are the inspirer of smiles,

The greatest companion, full of tricks and whimsy, 

And all those who call you their companion, 

From Thor to Odin to the common man,

Are very blessed indeed to feel your presence

And know your quick wit.

Hail Loki, the mischief maker and helpful guide,

And may you bring blessings upon this house in our times of need!

As I sat atop a midnight hill,

I gazed upon the heavens high.

Amidst its vibrant blues and violet hues,

the silver moon adorned a starry sky.

Twas a lonely night with bated breath,

but a stranger soon came upon my way.

Upon a walking stick he leaned,

and wore a cloak of weathered grey.

"The road is long and far beyond,

and there are troubles along the way.

Yet here you are and no worse for wear,

with hope for a new dawning day."

He looked at me with a gentle smile,

with the weight of single eye unblinking.

I could not think for what to say,

though knew my worries were now shrinking.

"Wolfs and ravens are friends to you,

companions for the roads ahead.

They have been there all along,

and tell me of each path you tread."

"Now go along and have no fear,

but do not forget to also see.

The answers lie in the journey there,

but always take some time to breathe."

And just as suddenly as he had appeared,

the Wanderer went on his way.

I looked above with renewed conviction,

because I felt the words he did not say.

Even before I sat upon that hill,

I never was alone at all.

That rocky path was tread by me,

These pics are so old,it took me forever to find them. But he was the fastest source of inspiration,true to his divinity.

I whipped up different headpieces for his work, vacation, and party looks.

-Hammer.

-Being historically beloved by the "common man"/working class.

-Having to die for apocalyptic/world-ending reasons in many stories.