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Hetha the Valkyrie
 
 
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Welcome to my page...
Enjoy your stay.
 

I am a Priestess of Freyja.

the Falcon is one of my 'fylgia'

among other 'fylgia'

 

The Seidr are the living embodiment

of the spiritual counterpart of Valkyries.

Their are many paths among the Vanatruar;

and although we are "Choosers of the Slain"

as many have popularized us;

We also take many other forms,

and perform many other duties.

 

While we respect and welcome our Asatruar cousins,

we are a Nordic branch of our Own.

 

We hold a high respect for ALL living beings.

 
 
 
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The divider tags on my page are of my own design,
and have my personal rune and watermark.
They are for my use only.
Steal them and may Karmic Law find you,
and give you due punishment.
Copyright infringers Beware!
 
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I am many things-and yet I am but a grain of sand in the Universe...
 
I wear many masks- and yet my true face is always revealed...
 
I have many roles to serve many people- and yet I am always just Me...
 
The only thing I've discovered that is unchanging, is Change itself...
 
-Hetha  5/27/2008
 
I'm going through a transitional phase right now. Both in my poetry, my graphics, and in my life.
My younger brother, in real life, has just been deployed to Iraq today, via US Army.
My thoughts, my prayers, my tears and blessings go with him.
I couldn't be prouder of him, yet more terrified in my life.
 
-Hetha 6/26/2008
 
"Gimme Turkish coffee and tiramisu and no one gets hurt!"
 
-Hetha 6/28/2008
 
I almost pity the poor ass, who tries to come between me and my sisters!
I did say almost, I'd rather laugh!
 
-Hetha 7/17/2008
 
I am only human.  My cancer has been classified as HSIL-(CIN-2).
In lay speak, squamous cell carcinoma. If you know anyone with cancer,
pray for healing for them, they need all of it they can get.
Folic acid and Vitamin B, anyone?
 
-Hetha 8/17/2008
 
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The following poem is for my brother, who currently serves 
our country...
I am so proud of him!
May he safely return home
after his duty is served.
 
Tears of Sacrifice
 
I have always thanked
Soldiers.
Real men and women.
People who serve-
Give up the comfort life
Sacrifice time with families.

To train, to do
their jobs.
Who give everything
and anything-
to protect us,
and each other.

Bravery, courage,
honor, respect, discipline-
Integrity, honesty, taking care
of each other-
these things are not new to you.
We are a part of each other-
Siblings we will always be!
Then, now and forevermore,
By your side- spiritually.

You more than make me proud,
to call you my brother.

Please come home to us,
when you are finished with your job.
Where you will be welcomed
with hugs, joy, and "Hoo-ah!"

 
~Hetha 
Copyright 2008
All Rights Reserved
 
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The Ties that Bind,
Here is my AP Kindred:
 
Be nice to them, as their axes can be quite sharp.
Their wit, humor and great penning are equally
fearsome. Hope you will love them as much as I do:
 

 
My AP Daughters~ my Shield Maidens:

ForlornDreams

Here is a beautiful and sweet poem she wrote for me,
she melts my heart with her high regard,
and I wouldn't trade her for the world!
Have the tissues handy:
 
My AP Viking Brothers:

 
In absentia;
 
My younger brother and talented:
 
 DarkPrince
 
AP Valkyrie Sisters:
 
 
In absentia;
 
 
Riftkin
 
Toomysterious

Best Kept Secret and fabulous poet:

xJustifiablyMex
http://allpoetry.com/xBreathlesslyWaitsx
 

 
 
 

 
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More about me:
 

My likes:

    * Complete honesty
    * Nobility, Respect, and Honor
    * cats -of any kind, large or small.
    * dragons
    * wolves
    * falcons
    * owls

    * the phoenix 

    * patience -I have two jobs
    * open-mindedness
    * tolerance for others and their different opinions
    * temperance
    * resolve

    * Midol and Loratab.
    * Beef and Broccoli stir fry
    * Prime Ribs

    * Prosciutto when made right

    * Tiramisu
    * Biscotti

    * Turkish coffee

    * doing a tune-up or an oil change

    * My brand new Craftsman tool chest
    * engine rebuilds on classic vehicles
    * pranks on new mechanics
    * my valve core remover and my tire gauge

    * deburring disc brakes/replacing pads and shoes
    * dropping out a transmission

 

My dislikes:

    * Lying
    * whining
    * abuse(of any kind)
    * Harassment
    * Eggs over-abused
    * greasy floors
    * Blueberry compote stains
    * prepping frozen soup bags

    * mushy or burnt rice; get a steamer and do it right!
    * they're called 'hash browns' not 'hash blacks' nor 'hash whites'

    * it's called 'shrimp scampi' not 'shrimp scanty'

    * pasta 'al dentist' instead of 'al dente'

    * charcoal briquets instead of toast.

    * the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look when I pull out my thermometer.

    * A filthy kitchen or bathroom
    * Excuses instead of solid reasoning
    * "Ol boys club" mentality.
    * Tire patches along the whitewall.
    * Modifications that don't fit the vehicle type/model/make/purpose
    * Tourists

    * Wrong tools for the job at hand.
    * Pulling apart a dashboard and messing with wiring.
    * Lifting a 3/4 ton pickup, with a faulty floorjack.

    * Replacing tie rods that suffer lash, in a steering column.

    * Higher expectations, than what can be realistically done. 

 

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Gifts from Little Feather.

Thank you so much.

 

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Do you honestly think I belong to Odin?


While I respect and honor him, Freyja is my Patroness.

I belong to Her!

 

Return Of The Priestesses

 

From misty moor to mountain top,

From cavern depth to shining star,

Our minds are free to search for truth

Whether it be near or far.

 

With falcon feather cloaks we fly

Beyond the limits set by man.

Valkyrie swords, sharp and bright,

New dawn for women is Your plan.

 

Reveal the ancient women's paths

Of Mysteries and old powers strong.

Once more lift woman-hood up high,

To the rightful place where we belong.

 

Show us the past and that to come!

Grant us the gift of prophecy!

O, Ancient Goddess, direct our quest.

As we will, so mote it be!

 

-D.J. Conway-

From the book Falcon Feather and Valkyrie Sword

 

 

21. The war I remember,    
the first in the world,
When the gods with spears      
had smitten Gollveig,
And in the hall    
of Hor had burned her,
Three times burned,     
and three times born,
Oft and again,      
yet ever she lives.

22. Heith they named her     
who sought their home,
The wide-seeing witch,    
in magic wise;
Minds she bewitched    
that were moved by her magic,
To evil women       
a joy she was.

From
Völuspá
"The Wise Woman's Prophecy"


Translation by: Henry Adams Bellows
 

 

I know that I hung on a windy tree,                     nights all nine,

                                           wounded by the spear given to Odin,

                                                              myself to myself,

                                           on that tree of which no man knoweth,

                                                                   from whence its root rises.

                               They dealt me no bread nor drinking horn,

                                                       I gazed down,

                               I took up the runes

                                                              roaring I took them,

                                                                                         and fell back again.


                             from "RUNATALS," in the HAVAMAL, translation by Edred Thorsson

 

Walking Zero

 

Sacrifice my vanity
Kick off my heels
a careless weight
on your hatred.

Understand, it's so simple
a simple "please"
to keep the faithful
on a wounded knee.

To the madness
I do confess
I never see myself
as blessed

(confused, unaddressed)

like a savior
I do caress
the truth is boredom
more or less

(amused, upset)

My time is only given up to you...
Too much to choose.
It's not mine to contemplate if I will lose..
With this- blood on my shoes..

Compromise in full extreme
cut off my heels..
Name a price on what's sacred..

Guaranteed I got something..
a royal disease,
take a flood to clean these streets.

To the madness
I do confess,
forever see myself as blessed..

(immune, obsessed)

like a savior I do caress
the truth is boredom-it's excess

(take more, give less)

my time is only given up to you..
too much to choose
it's not mine to contemplate if I will lose
with this- blood on my shoes.


"Walking Zero"  by Sneaker Pimps-from the album
Becoming X

 

 

 

 

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