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,
Druid/pol/ #0027 YULE II -TRAIN & TRIBULATION edition
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.
But Also Merry Yule. Ves Heil Noel.
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