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Chapter 8. The Making of a Seiðman 218
It was obvious to me what was going on only after their death. The confusion these
individuals suffered puzzled me for some time.
After about one year I began to develop a plan for working with the dying. I
would walk into a room and address both the body and the ghost. I would ask them
if they knew what was going on (the answer was inevitably a resounding ‘No’),
and after they responded, I would tell them point-blank that they were dying. At
first, I thought this would cause some fear in the individual but it never worked
that way. Rather than fear they became curious and would begin asking questions
about “Why can you see me?”, “Where to go from here?”, and the scary one for me
“How do I know where to go?” Because I live in New Mexico, I have worked most
often with Roman Catholics so rather than get into an argument about religion I
would tell them to call out for their mothers. Often they would state that they
could either hear their mothers’ voices or that they could see them (I never could
see their mothers, but they could). Occasionally, especially with the newly dead, I
would have to show them how to move, how to pass through walls, how to fly, and in
which direction they needed to go. I never told any of them that I was a heathen; I
simply told them that I could only lead them up to the gate of Heaven, but that only
they were allowed to pass through. They all excepted this is a reasonable answer
and never questioned further.
The Christian Land of the Dead has very tight borders with good security. I
doubt very much that I could easily slipped inside without being noticed or without
being harmed. One time I was at the Christian wedding with my wife. We decided
to take some time off and combine a small vacation with going to one of her friend’s
weddings. The wedding was held in a very pretty Catholic Church. I was feeling
quite uncomfortable being in there but persevered for my wife’s and her friend’s
sake. Even though I was feeling uncomfortable, I still had the audacity to mock
some of the prayers silently. This was a mistake. I didn’t realize the extent of
my actions until one of the candle lanterns at the end of the pew (actually, almost
above my head) exploded and shot shards of glass all over me. I was able to save
face before the Christian security forces and picked up one of the pieces of glass,
smiled, and stuck in my pocket. When I went outside at the end of mass I made sure
that caught the attention of the Christian security forces and tossed the bit of glass
into the gutter. I made sure to let them know that the gutter outside their church
was the domain of the Thunderer. My wife later told me that it was probably not
a good idea for me to enter too many churches.
Of all the jobs that I have done as the seiðman by far the most satisfying was
working with the newly dead. We were able to resolve the problems quickly and
efficiently and the client, the newly dead, was immediately grateful.