Mab of Dream

... writing up what happened at Glastonbury malarkey, am I? LOL

I'm still half there though, it has to be said.

I've got my e-mails answered, except for a couple which need more thought than my sleepy mind can muster right now - I'm abed in a minute.



A Norse God named Tyr keeps cropping up. I'm not sure if it's one of those where I've noticed him once and so keep on noticing him, but it does seem a little uncanny. I opened a book on Celtic history and came across Tyr! Ok, he was only mentioned in comparison with Nuada, but he was still there. Also, Anna told me that I should find his rune. As an experiment, I put my hand into the bag of runes (I couldn't see them, only feel them), rummaged around and pulled one out. It was Tyr's rune. Time to give up and call it Fated then.

I've just found this Coming to Terms with Tyr. Which was interesting, because simultaneously, I was listening to New Model Army's 'Fate' (it was on the album I had on).

I put my hands into the roaring flames
I felt the pain as it started to burn
I've done the same thing over again and again
As if I never ever wanted to learn
Moving through the world at obsession speed
Leave a dust trail crossing the land
I'm crying out in fury to the gods of fate
Come on, get me if you can
I'm a master at the art of how to kill
I've killed the things that I love the best
There's blood on the walls of my home
Patterned with the coward's kiss
And love it is the key that unlocks the door
But you never know what's waiting behind
Crying out in fury to the gods of fate
Come and get me if you can
I'm screaming in the wind, screaming in the rain
Screaming in the face of the storm
Howling out in the roaring surf
With the waves crashing down into foam
To feel something without a weakness
She batters me down into the sand
Crying out in fury to the gods of fate
Come on and get me if you can
Now I understand what they told me years ago
How the stakes get higher and higher the further
that you go
Now it's a bad time to look for forgiveness
It's a bad time for searching for home
The Wall came down in a thousand pieces
Now everybody's building their own
Disillusioned little children of the Western world
Time hangs heavy in our hands
We cry out in our fury to the gods of fate
Come on and get us if you can
We're crying out in our pride to the gods of fate
Come on and get us if you can
I'm crying out to the gods who couldn't care less
Come and get me if you can

It's difficult not to look for omens, when things are coming this thick, fast and precisely, when it's obviously better to just wait and see what falls out of the mix.

I wonder when Fenris will turn up. Unless Fenris was those bags and boxes which has knackered the right side of my neck and shoulder. I was joking on Tuesday that I'll end up with a muscular left arm and my right arm all withered with disuse, as it's still pretty painful.

I'm uncomfortable with the fact that the last two deities to really impact on my life have both been Norse ones. While I have every respect for them, just as I have all deities, they aren't my Gods and therefore are an unknown quantity. It's like being forced to learn another language, when that which you speak is everything you already need. I'm not unduly worried by it though. In some ways, it's fun as a detective adventure; in other ways, it's knowledge and that could possibly lead to wisdom.

For now, I'm taking the advice of those for whom Tyr is a known deity; I've got the rune in my bra and I'll ride it out to see where it goes. I've got various folk e-mailing on Witchgrove or off-list, with messages or advice, so it seems that it's not just me who's getting told things.

yours
Mab
xxxxx