The Day Heimdall Showed Me My Path

The Day Heimdall Showed Me My Path

Back in April, I looked across the skies of Vinland from my plane seat, and in my solitude it happened…

A sign.

A premonition.

A calling.

A Spá.

Right before my eyes, as Thor beat down on his anvil in solidarity to my state, it appeared - the Bifröst.

Heimdall had opened the bridge and graced me with its presence.

The Gods came to me, and with them, a new Spá was born.

This is the very image I captured that night, the same I shared with you all, though my words were veiled.

I told you something great was coming, something that would change the course of my wyrd forever…

But I was vague and vague for a reason.

That night, as I sat on that plane, I journeyed into the Bifröst. Heimdall himself stood before me.

He called to me and said:

"You are at a crossroads of choice.

Remain and continue,

Or accept the greater call."

To many this may sound cryptic, but I knew what it meant.

It was my calling.. the one I have carried in every lifetime.

To guide and awaken others.

To strip falsehoods bare.

To unmask the deceitful.

To deliver truth in Midgarðr.

I have long known this was my path. I have been awake a long time, as the embodiment of Gullveig, awaiting the moment to rise.

Guided by Odin.

Trusted by Heimdall and Tyr.

A friend of the Norns.

I am the Chaos Mirror.

One who reflects corruption back upon the corrupt.

One who exposes falsehood and illusion.

One who draws out the cowardly, the ill-minded, the deceivers - forcing them to reveal themselves.

This is my healing.

For those who are true, my guidance elevates.

For those who are false, my mirror condemns — binding them to cycles of chaos until they are ready to listen to the Gods.

That night, I was given my final test in the cycle of elevation.

A death, and a rebirth.

To accept what I am.

To accept what must be done.

To accept and alter the wyrd — into gold.

My purpose?

Born from the voids of Ginnungagap.

The flame that will forever burn and be reborn.

To awaken truth bearers in this generation of healers.

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And it is almost amusing, when I reflect, that my life has always been chaos.

But now I understand.

Chaos is my crucible.

I thrive in it, welcome it, because it is where truth is forged.

Ginnungagap itself was chaos.. fire and ice, destruction and creation. From it came all things, and in it I was shaped.

The Gods did not forge me to bring false peace.

They forged me to strip illusions away.

To reveal truth, no matter how much it burns.

I am not the gentle healer.

I am the fire that cauterises.

I am the storm that awakens.

I am the mirror they hold up to Midgarðr.

The deceitful cannot stand before it.

The false cannot keep their masks.

And those who are true rise stronger from the flame.

This is why those that hold hatred, spread toxic tongue and are not pure to the gods form a targeted obsession towards me..

This is why I thrive in chaos.

Because it is not destruction alone ..it is the womb of renewal.

Heimdall showed me this path.

Odin prepared me.

Tyr strengthens my hand.

The Norns watch as i weave my wyrd.

And Gullveig’s fire burns through me.

I rise, again and again.

I burn, and am reborn.

Not to soothe, but to awaken.

Not to cover wounds, but to cleanse them with flame.

Not to bow to false order, but to stand in divine chaos

... the mirror of Gods, the mirror of men.

This is the wyrd.

This is my flame.

And this is why chaos has always been my home.

Wyrd & Flame