Druid/pol/ #0027 YULE II -TRAIN & TRIBULATION edition

Wew lads, JUST finished all my xmas shopping. Town was packed. Why do we always leave it until the last minute smh…
Still, got a few bargains. Charity shops are a wonderful source for locating last minute gifts "for difficult to buy for" folk.
Got my dad a copy of "Congo Mercenary" By Mike Hoare and my mother a cushion & some stupid elephant ornament thing she likes, that will go on her shelf of tat.
All sorted lads. Got the missus a big fleecy dressing gown, a designer handbag (Radley) and a (simplified) book on the Enochian "angels". Got her one on Fae Folk last year so this should compliment it nicely.
Bought the boy some 40k stuff. I let my missus pick my daughters presents. I dont do girl toys.
Just got to do some tidying and washing up and im golden - I can relax with a baileys then.
Fucking love xmas eve lads - one of my favorite days of the year tbh,

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Lads, I do not post often, as I have yet to initiate entirely. I didn't want to be a bother. But a circumstance rather grim has beset me and I need the aid of the B.O.N.D. Firstly I must apologize for what will be a blog post. Nextly, I must say: inb4 >>>/x/. I know the mods and other anons will not believe this, but I truly know what happened to have been real, and I truly need aid. Also, please forgive any errors, I am posting from my phone.

Some time ago, I set out to find truth regarding this universe. I had turned my back on the church I was raised in for all it's sanctimonious hypocracy. I found /druid/ and druid/pol/, and felt my blood stir. I knew it was the path I was to take. But my seeking of truth angered something. All my life I had believed in ghosts and demons. I had seen many. But none like this. When I was younger, the most that would happen physically was the occasional ghostly walking up and down my homes stairs or a knock or two. Sometimes something would fly off of a desk or feet could be seen in sillhouette at the bottom of my door. I was afraid at first, back then, but I soon found the thing harmless. I am the only person in my family cursed to live with insomnia, and so was the only to ever observe these events. I considered recording them, but never did. Back to when I decided I would attempt to initiate myself to join the ranks of the B.O.N.D. soon after beginning my studies and breaking all my spiritual linkage to my old church, I had an experience unlike any other demonic experience. I awoke one morning extremely early, to the temultuous sound of ringing bells. I opened my eyes to find my face but a few inches from my ceiling. I maintained some composure and uttered a quick prayer to Odin and Thor begging for protection. I willed with all my being to return to my bed. But while I did, the entity in my room spoke to me, but it spoke without sound or word. I heard and understood somehow. I don't remember what it said exactly. I remember it saying something like, "maybe if you pray to your old God, I will let you go." But the memory is hazy, so I'm not sure. I replied something like "Never. I am no longer supplicant for Baal El." This angered it greatly and it felt as though everything trembled with great force. I fought and somehow was returned to my bed. It did not end here, however. The thing then attempted to force my spirit from my body. I cannot explain with any words what I felt other than it was like the very fabric tying me to my body was stretched as I was pulled at. I prayed again to the gods, calling upon Odin, Thor, Tyr and any Aesir that would aid me. I fought and resisted, then suddenly as it started, it ended. It never spoke to me again, but as it left I could feel it's hatred and I heard it breathe heavily, like some beastly animal. I was in shock for some time. But I knew I must erect a ward before the coming night.

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I had studied somewhat the Futhark, and they had called to me as a child, so I took to making one from them. I had cardstock, 2" x 2" centrally I placed Elhaz, supported either side by Tiewaz. Beneath Elhaz, I placed Thorn. All around these along the edges I wrote incantations to Odin, Thor, and Tyr. The ward, to my surprise held. After that day, I could feel the demon at bay, like a wolf at the edge of the light of a campfire. Eventually, I felt it no longer and I could enjoy my studies and meditation in peace. I then moved, from the great desert of the West to the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. I have been here not long. Last night the demon destroyed my ward. Not just penetrating it astrally, but folding the corporeal paper in half. I awoke this morning first to a very overwhelming and terrifying presence. I ignored it and went back to sleep. The second time I awoke, I heard a rumble beneath me. I could hear claws upon the floor outside my room and a knock. I assured myself that it must be the furnace and the dog, respectively. I slept again. I awoke a third time, a breath in my ear. A hand beneath my chest, and toes upon my acheles. I prayed again to the same gods this time also to Freyr. I promised them that in exchange for protection I will at some time, when my circumstance changes and I may, repay their kindness with proper rite. The hands and feet of this beast both were clawed. I felt the remaining sharp hand press slowly but deeply into my back, but it failed to pierce my skin. The sun then rose, and it left with a gutteral, beastly grunting breath, like a horse blowing ferociously. Then it was gone. I felt my back still sore, but it never punctured my skin. I thank the gods and praise them for sparing me, once more. I decided to inspect my premises and myself. I found where I am still sore to be red, and scratched in wide scratches. I suppose it was not claws, but very long, hard nails. I have a pic, but will not dox myself. I was surprised it breached my ward and went to inspect it. The ward was no longer where I placed it, but rather it was on the floor, folded in half. Another oddity was, my door, which I leave unlocked, always, was locked. I have yet to find anything else out of place, but surely may. The last time I was in hubris, thinking that someone so untrained as I could construct a ward powerful enough. Forgive me for the blog post.

Please, lads of the B.O.N.D. instruct me how to protect not only myself but my family. I am ashamed I must ask when on the eve of Yule, but I must. If this demon returns, I fear I will not triumph again.

Same here lad, all my presents are just about ready now, all I need to do is buy FNV for friends and a copy of that Yule book (gotta support this stuff) then tuck into some Belgian lager a mate gave me.
Me too lad, Wassail to you and your family

The only advice I can give is to make a proper offering to the gods, particularly Thor and use iron (the metal). Keep us updated, sounds like your having a wild time

Thank you for the advice. I have been procrastinating my offerings because my family are staunch Christians and would not tolerate me engaging in any pagan heathenry. I suppose I must act regardless of their thoughts. I have no alter, and no alcohol. However, I will maybe have access to the remains of a ham, and could attempt to make offerings to the gods with that.
I will need to get creative here. I won't blog post any further, but to put things simply, I am operating with constraints. Again, I truly appreciate the advice, I will heed it and lurk in the case any others offer more.

Wassail to you and your family.

Thanks Merlin. Merry Christmas.

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But Also Merry Yule. Ves Heil Noel.

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Milk and honey is also a good offering to make lad, for clarification use the iron to protect yourself

Dang it - wrong webm


Vess Heil Noel

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