TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video

You see two black specks flying up towards you; looking at them closely, you can tell that they are
two great ravens. One moves more swiftly, but often wavers off course; the other flies steady and straight,
though now and again it droops a little. Each time it drops, your heart catches with fear. You know that
these are your Huginn and Muninn, your thought and memory, and that if one or the other should fail, you
are doomed. But they fly straight up to you without fail, swift Huginn landing on your left shoulder and
Muninn on your right. You feel the streams of might flowing between them, through your head, an X of
energy with the cross-point in the center of your forehead. The nexus becomes warmer and warmer,
tingling with awareness; you feel your sight turning inward to that point. You know that you are actually
looking into yourself to see your origin.
You recognize the place where your parents lived when you were conceived. A man walks up to
the door. He is well-dressed and handsome. You see a radiant nimbus like a silver crown about his head,
and just beneath his skin you sense the hidden brightness of the fairest of the gods. He knocks on the
door; your parents invite him in and feed him well, clearly charmed by this bright stranger. When the
lights go out for bed, he lies between them. You sense the moment when he plants the spark of godly
might in your mother’s womb like a seed in the nurturing earth. He stays three days, then walks on again.
In the course of nine months, your mother delivers Heimdallr’s child. You watch the birthing. As the
child comes forth, red and wrinkled but shining with hidden might, you know that it is yourself.
Turning your eyes outward again, you are dazzled by the blinding white light around you. Only
slowly do your eyes pierce the veil of brilliance to see Rig in his full glory, the White God crowned in
silver with a great amethyst at the center of his forehead. You realize that this is your godly father and
begin to bow to him, but he stops you with his hand, embracing you instead.
“You are my child and heir,” he tells you. “It is time for you to go forth and win your father’s
power, the udal lands and ancient manors of wisdom and might.” He places a sword in your left hand; in
your right he sets a wand with the runes carved around it. Lastly he raises a plain circlet of silver with the
rune mannaz graven in the middle. “I give you this as a sign of the might within you, my child,”
Heimdallr says. “You must earn the greater crown for yourself.” He sets the circlet on your head, the rune
over the tingling center of your forehead.
The shining god embraces you again and disappears. As you look out over the earth again, you see
a few other faraway mountain peaks, each bearing a single woman or man who, like yourself, bears the
sign of their god-father. You know that these are the siblinul, with whom you long to meet and talk as
friends. The signs of kinship cannot be mistaken; you are sure you will know them again when you meet
in the flesh.
Slowly you descend the mountain and return to your own body, feet firmly planted on the earth,
knowing the power of your holy heritage which you can always reach through the rune mannaz.
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