The Ever Ruling

He came to.visit me a few nights ago. Manu…the Howler…Apollon…Poseidon. He’s given me many different faces this cycle, so many that I balk at using any of these names for Him. They all fit but they are all wrong. I shouldn’t be surprised by this as it seems to be a running theme for the both of Them. I dreamt the other night of travelling with a group of friends. We didn’t seem to have any destination in particular. There was a point in the dream where He and a high school friend of mine were sitting in front of me. I heard His voice say What is my name? I looked first at my friend and said his name then I looked to Him. He smiled at me and I was lost in the smooth confidence in His smile, the love and cockiness that radiated out from Him. I stuttered, not knowing what to call Him. He gave me a look as if to say Really? And I heard Him speak without moving His lips, Who am I? I still could not answer but hoped my inability to name Him due to His many Faces was understood. He shot me another knee melting and cocky smile and the name Eric filled my mind. Shortly after this it became apparent that He was married to a friend of mine whose last name is Tyre. His physical features bore a mere passing resemblance to the actual spouse of this friend and when she appeared in the dream it was to assure me I had nothing to feel guilty about in being His lover in the dream. This combined with the constant presence of dogs in my dreams for the last month (at least), has led me to believe that the guise of the Norse God Tyr is another avenue to wander down in search of information on this Husband of mine. Hence the sharing of the post on Tyr yesterday. I will be sharing more once I have time to hop on the laptop. Reblogging from my phone is a lesson in extreme frustration. I’m hoping now that I’ve finally had the chance to share this I’ll be able to sleep tonight, the subject and He have been poking at my brain since I dreamt it. It’s late and I’m tired so I apologize if this post is a bit confusing. It’s a hard subject to write on as it is.

Hail to my Husband, the Ever Ruling, the Wolf Binder, the Resolver of Conflicts no matter the cost. Hail my Love.

Given Name ERIC

GENDER: Masculine

USAGE: EnglishSwedishGermanSpanish

PRONOUNCED: ER-ik (English)   [key]

Meaning & History

From the Old Norse name Eiríkr, derived from theelements ei “ever, always” and ríkr “ruler”. A notable bearer was Eiríkr inn Rauda (Eric the Red in English), a 10th-century navigator and explorer who discovered Greenland. This was also the name of several early kings of Sweden, Denmark and Norway.

This common Norse name was first brought to England by Danish settlers during the Anglo-Saxon period. It was not popular in England in the Middle Ages, but it was revived in the 19th century, in part due to the children’s novel ‘Eric, or Little by Little’ (1858) by Frederic William Farrar.

Related Names

VARIANTS: AricErickErik (English),Erik (Swedish)ErichErik (German)

FEMININE FORMS: EricaErickaErika,Erykah (English)EricaErika (Swedish)

OTHER LANGUAGES: Eiríkr (Ancient Scandinavian),Èric (Catalan)Erik (Croatian)Erik (Czech)Erik,Jerrik (Danish)Erik (Dutch)EerikEerikkiEero,ErikErkki (Finnish)Éric (French),Erik (Hungarian)Eiríkur (Icelandic),Erikas (Lithuanian)Erik (Medieval Scandinavian),EirikErik (Norwegian)Eryk (Polish),Érico (Portuguese)Erik (Slovak)Erik (Slovene)

SAME SPELLING: ÉricÈric

http://www.behindthename.com/name/eric

Poseidon Returns

Poseidon returns early it seems. Or more I return to Him. Or He’s rolling out the welcome mat? I wasn’t expecting this until May. I’m not entirely surprised, Hermes has been dropping hints since January. This morning as I left the house the roar of wind through the trees greeted me. It reminded me of time spent at the family cabin, outside of Sumas , Washington. That sound is completely connected to it. The rain came sideways. It wasn’t overly cold.

There Poseidon was, all of a sudden. Hello dear.

I kinda feel like a jerk since my next thought was, Where is Hermes?.

Poseidon just smiled and took a step back while I sorted things out. I got a hold of Himself on what I have dubbed the God CB Radio. He wasn’t Home, but He hasn’t really been Home since February. He’s sort of been dodging the question of whether He is GONE gone. He didn’t REALLY give me an answer this day either. I panicked slightly and quickly “astralled” myself to O/our Home and sure enough His presence was gone. The equivalent of Him packing His bags and leaving. After walking through the empty House and outside I stood there, just looking at it’s dark facade. Except O/our room which still had lights on. I felt upset that He had gone without me there to wish Him off, I can’t say I’m overly surprised though. Poseidon came close again, hands gentle on my shoulders, telling me I could come back to His…O/our home now. May 1st is still technically “moving day”. Hermes told me I could go, He would not be upset. I’m still undecided. Poseidon stayed with me all day, the storm literally raging around me since I work outside mostly. He permeated everything.

Hail Poseidon, my Lord of Storms. I’ve missed You.

Fear

Fear

I’m afraid. For the first time in a long time I’m afraid of the world. I was childless and much less connected to the Gods the last time I felt this fear. I think it was actually in the early to mid nineties when my mortal Father was called up from his reserve regiment to be sent to Iraq. I’d never felt so grateful or gushed my love to the Divine like I did when he didn’t pass the medical tests. I currently have some very dear friends and some distant family still in the service, I may need to do a Vigil for them. Compounding the current state of affairs in the world is that I am married, corporeally and non-corporeally, and have a mortal child who will have to grow up in this world. I know living on the western coast of Canada provides me with a certain amount of safety, it doesn’t really help though. I’m afraid for everyone.

Coupled with the unease in my corporeal life, the non-corporeal is a howling, screaming mess, though it seems calm on the surface. Poseidon isn’t here, or rather I should say I’m not with Him. This is Hermes half of the year so I have moved house. I find myself in Hermes home now. The closest Lore that would explain and describe it involve a bit of name changing. Sometimes Poseidon likes to look/act/be called Njord, Hermes begrudgingly admitted His Heimdallr associations. I’ve moved from Noatun to Himinbjörg. Where Noatun was quiet but lived in, Himinbjörg is cold, dark, brooding. Most of the furnishings are covered in sheets, it is in need of a good cleaning. No One has lived here for some time. Not in the Castle proper anyways. His rooms are resplendent; The fabrics are dark but warm colours, browns and golds and reds. I find this extra fascinating because His colours right now are blues and greys. Oh wait, He’s in “war” mode currently He says, the blues are for official duties and more associated with Himself as Hermes. That’s going to be a post in and of itself I think. I realize as I write this that I have a lot to do at my Winter home. There are Beings here that need attending too.

For the first time in a long time He scares me too. Not intentionally, of course, but when you find your Beloved screaming in the Dark in rage and pain and madness. He is so tired already and there is only more coming. I worry for Him. I will be His Light in the Darkness, I will be the Beacon that helps Him find His way home.

Songs of Praise

I am working on what I call a poem but which the God who generally likes to be called Poseidon, calls a song. Rough draft was awful. First draft somewhat acceptable. I’m hoping to get it finished by this weekend. I’m collaborating with someone on a project so everyone has to wait to read it. I haven’t written poetry in AGES. It’s fun but reminds me of my poetry sprees as a teen. At least this time I am writing about things that make me happy.

Notes from Poseidon, August 7th 2015; Second Installment

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

-Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems (Volume 1)

Personal note: He is chatty tonight and very present. By chatty I mean occasionally using words and phrases like the one above. He generally doesn’t vocalize in the sense that humans do. It’s kinda hard to explain.