The RavnixStar

Norse Magic Stuffs

The Viking Way by Neil Price Nordic Religions in the Viking Age by Dubois Witchcraft and Magic in the Nordic Middle Ages by Mitchell Myths and Symbols in Pagan Europe by Davidson Runic Amulets and Magic Objects by MacLeod and Mees

Magical Creatures and Various Spirits

The Tradition of Household Spirits Demons and spirits                                                         }-Lecouteux The Hidden History of Elves and Dwarves

Conversion

The End of Traditional Religion Pagans and the Rise of Christianity by James J O Donnel. The Conversion of Scandinavia by Anders Winroth

History & Culture Stuffs

The Age of the Vikings by Anders Winroth Viking Age Iceland by Jesse Byock

Lore

The Poetic Edda by Jackson Crawford (Anything Jackson Crawford translates is good, including the sagas he's translated.)

Norwegian Folktales of Asbjornsen and Moe (Features stories gathered by two people across Norway.)

The Sagas of the Icelanders The Seven Viking Romances(it isn't about damsels in distress, it's actually about adventure.) }- Last Two by Penguin Classics

My mom is a big believer in the Christian god, and it was hard for her to understand. It took a lot of time and patience on my part, but eventually she understood I just wanted to be cared about. Eventually her believes changed, and now she believes God made me the way I am.

I'm not really sure how she came to this conclusion. But I would remind her about some things and talk to her about certain aspects of being gay. I remember one conversation involved a friend of hers and my aunt. The lady didn't believe that being gay wasn't a choice. I told/asked her when she chose to like men or if it was just something she always felt. That being gay is a lot like liking certain types of fruit. You just like em.

I am alive

I rise once again

I take to the skies

In my violet guise

Nothing can stop me

Even if I die

I'll come back stronger than before

Like a star in the sky

I am reborn

I am he who dons the cloak of night

In violet blue light

My tendril feathers whisp as I take flight

Bright as the sun but gentle as moonlight

I am the Raven Pyronox Phoenix

Frigg, o seamstress

Frigg, o wyrd keeper

Frigg, mother of Baldr

Guide me in the mundane

Grant me luck in my endeavors

Show me the way in your falcon guise

That experience required you to drop out. But then you were supposed to go through the program. Many years later I find out this program is specific to the state and may not even be recognized in other states.

It's funny to me in some way. Just how ironic it ended up being. Everyone was obsessed about this idea that I complete school. Well, it's not like i ever needed it anyway. Because being disabled, I never got a chance to really open up myself to any opportunities. It was a completely useless experience for me and never allowed me anything but pain and suffering.

But I didn't know the changes that would also occur in me over the years. And how could I reasonably want to deprive people that didn't seem anything but malicious? I just wanted more understanding. But upon getting that, I also suffered at the same time. To become worse or more sick than I already was/am.

I don't regret the way I felt back then, tho I also didn't want people to die at the same time. But in a sense it was nice to have better understanding from people I barely knew. On the other hand, with age, and more issues appearing within me that still exist, I'm brought to a state of being that I'm unsure of where I'm going or what will happen next. Not that I've ever seen anything for myself, tho I have had dreams of it all being different.

I guess in some way, I wish I could have that way out. I wish I could set my expectations high and achieve the things other people do. But I think my body has other plans and other problems that stop me from being able to. So now it's a matter of management. Even if I'm uncertain of how to manage the new things.