When I still lived in Arizona I performed many more Odin Rituals then I do here in Pennsylvania.
Willie Whitefeather a very wise Cherokee medicine man and my close friend gave me the fancy why.
Apache
He said that the Southwest was still a very excellent place for the Indian to live. There are still many spirits of Indian warriors and medicine men there. A great place for warriors.
The Great Spirit was still there. If and when the Great Spirit were to leave than all the power that protects the Indians would be gone.
He said that in the Northeast where I was born, the Gods and Goddesses of my people once lived. They did not live there any more. They were pushed out by the addition estimate of other tribes, from all over the world, that moved in.
These other Tribes now have the power and as more and more come in, the less power my people, the Northern Europeans, will have.
He told me more than once (after I had moved back to the Northeast) that I had made a mistake. That Odin and the gods and goddesses of my people were now there in the Southwest.
He said that though we were distinct peoples there was not much differences in our basic warrior culture and gods.
He equated Odin to the Great Spirit.
He said that this convert of power in the land was natural. The Indians had been doing it for thousands of years. Taking over the power points of other tribes and using the energy.
The big contrast he said was that though the distinct Indian tribes fought each other, they all had one god, The Great Spirit.
My people had abandoned Odin for foreign gods, that were meant for other tribes.
We gave away almost all our power.
He equated myself and the other Odin followers to his people. Within his people there is a exact split in the middle of the original Indians those who succeed the old ways and the hang-arounds the reservation Indians. The ones who copied the white man's ways and religions. Hated by the traditionals.
Same as Northern European people following the religion of desert dwellers.
I have a great deal to share with you about what that wise Indian Shaman taught me when I spent a great deal of time with him in the desert and mountains of Arizona,for an additional one time.
Lete me tell you about this ritual called Odin and the Indian Spirits.
Again I share these incommunicable and sacred events in my life with you because I am trying to tell you that we need to build more one-on-one relationships with Odin and the gods/goddesses. We must stop worshipping him as The God of the Vikings. He predates the Viking Age by thousands of years. The same as the Great Spirit predates the Cherokee and the Apaches.
Get rid of those moth eaten Ritual books that were written by another. Go it alone and build your own in the thinking and spiritual worlds and those of your kind will find you.
So, here is an additional one story and ritual to inspire you.
Each true Viking Spirit Warrior is equal to a thousand mead guzzling half christian - half pagan- so called vikings who go the woods to have fun.
When you make real caress with Odin and the god/goddesses like I have you will find him and them in the most god-awful places and you will do it alone.
When I was with Willie Whitefeather around the camp fire we talked about many things. He opened my eyes to many areas that I knew nothing about.
To Indians the Spirit World is very real. Transportation with spirits is very real. Spirits can hurt you.
Gods are very real. The major contrast in the middle of an Indian medicine Man and an Indian Warrior, is that the medicine Man spends more time in the Spirit World. He knows that is where the power is.
We became such close friends that Willie invited me to go with him to the Hopi Indian sacred caves in four corners.
While I was there I was greeted by the grandfather. A very aged but very wise and functional Hopi Indian medicine Man.
I was allowed one visit to one of the sacred caves, with Willie.
I saw a 3000 year old pictograph painted on the cave walls.
It was a line drawing of three sailing ships in line.
When we left the cave Willie smiled and nodded. He told me that the Hopi Indians the keeper of Indian history, knew of the coming of Columbus over 1500 years before he showed up
Remind me to tell you the story of how I found pictograph runes in a cave on the cliff walls of Superstitution Mountains.
Willie had to stay over, in Four Corners, so I had to make the long drive back to Phoenix myself in my ole 1979 Dodge pickup.
When I left the Hopi Indian reservation I started down the long high desert highway towards the giant Indian Rock Monuments that this part of Arizona is so noted for.
I passed the most noted Ship Rock Monument and roared on down the higway at 70. These highways are straigth as an arrow, and devoid of all traffic.
You could feel the Indian Power all around you, especially when you passed one of the standing sacred rocks.
Suddenly it started!
At first I understanding something was wrong with my steering, it was awfully tight.
I was being pulled to the right. Not knowing what it was my first instinct was to slow down to 40.
I instantly started to chant my Odin Rituals.
These repetitious Odin chants have pulled me out of many difficult spots before. Both on the physical plane and the inner planes.
I softly chanted, "Odin, Odin, Odin guide me. Odin, Odin, Odin heal me. Odin, Odin, Odin protect me." My beloved for it covers all bases.
The steering was still tight and the wheel seemed to want to pull me more and more to the right.
Then it locked up. Did my steering box break? Did I lose all fluid?
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I looked down the road and there about a mile away stood two very large jagged and excellent Indian rocks. They were very close to the road, one on each side.
My chanting got louder and faster. "Odin, Odin, Odin guide me. Odin, Odin, Odin heal me. Odin, Odin, Odin protect me."
The steering wheel was jammed and I was drifting to the right very slowly. With all my compel (I weigh 225) I could not budge it. I could see that I was being pulled towards the jagged Indian rock on the right.
No more formalities. I shouted as loud ad I could, "Odin, Odin, Odin .........."
Continuously.
I swallowed my fear and jammed the gas pedal to the floor. I had to get past those Indian rocks.
Forty-five, fifty ........ I was going to run this Indian Gaunlet or die trying. No turning back.
At 70 I literately flew at the Indian rocks.
This was beyond doubt a battle to the death. (Have you ever been in a battle to the death?) The locked stering wheel, the jagged Indian rocks and my every muscle straining to turn back to the middle of the road.
Plus don't forget my Odin, Odin, Odin at the top of my lungs. (I never forget Odin, especially in a Tight spot)
I don't know how I did it but I flew past the Indian rocks like a rocket. And as I put distance in the middle of myself and those deadly rocks the wheel loosened up.
I got to the middle of the road and slowed down.
The following week I met willie Whitefeather and told him what had happened.
He stayed silent and becokoned me to succeed him. We got into his old toyota pickup and headed to the desert. Once there, still silent Willie took his medicine bag with him and went out alone.
He stopped by a small barrel cactus and sprinkled blue corn meal around it in a circle. Then he sat down, held his sacred medicine pouch in his both hands and ended his eyes.
I knew that he was seeking a Vision.
After awhile he got up, thanked the Great Spirit and came back to me.
"You were attacked by two Apache Spirit warriors" Wille said.
"They felt your warrior spirit and were angry that you should be allowed on the sacred Hopi Indian grounds. For they were never allowed such an honor", Willie continued.
So they decided to destroy you but taking operate of you truck and crashing you into one of the jagged rocks.
Wille stopped and smiled. "It was when that one-eyed warrior spirit appeared and took operate of the steering wheel. He drove the Apache spirits away.
"Ragnar," he smiled, "you did not do it."
"Odin I asked?"
Yes Willie smiled and nodded.
For those who don't believe. I ask you:.... "how many dealings do you have with the spirit world?" How much do you believe in the gods/goddesses of your people? How much do you believe in the Great Spirit. Have you become too materialistic? (believe in only what you can touch, smell, see?)
Get out of the big cities before it is too late. Take your children back to nature.
Thank you for listening.
Ragnar Storyteller
I had set up the Resonant Frequency of Odin. His warring energy came out of the portion Ocean (where he now resides) and covered my truck with his excellent energy.
The Apache Spirit Warriors felt it and ran.
You do not need (nor do I think many of us have the power) to attract Odin in the flehs to help you. Attracting his energy in times of danger is enough. (Laws of portion Physics and Resonant Frequencies.)
Odin And The Apache Indian Spirit Warriors A True Adventure