Wolves: "The smell of your lies and treachery will forever bring them to you."


"The smell of your lies and treachery will forever bring them to you."

Until you have seen the Gods and been in their halls, everyone with a belief can be considered chaotic, unknowing and unstable. For some people it is a lifelong conflict, and others have found personal resolution by not acknowledging that conflict at all. We rely on stories we are told and things we cannot see to absolve fears and answer questions being asked, time immortal. Every civilization and culture shapes their own ways to answer those questions.

…And with each and every one of them there have always been the same battles and challenges, no matter the marked calendar or measure of time.

Good vs Evil, Truth vs Lies, Love vs Hate.

Our stories, sagas, and writings manifest to give hope and teach in ways so we can understand.

Modern society has proven time and time again that instead of embracing those core universal laws and virtues, we've imposed a sanction on the very fabric of those garments we are supposed to swaddle our children with and weave into our lives as a way to persevere. Weaker men have allowed this, and it's been made easy by turning a blind eye to its predation by washing themselves in selfish materialism and short-term climatic gain. You can see it everyday in the news, social media, advertisement, and it's even being taught in our schools.

Every culture has its own version of Armageddon- Ragnarok, Second Coming, The Hour, Shambhala; it's an exhaustive list the more you study and listen to those charged with passing those teachings on. Once you step back and look at them all, regardless of your belief If you simply embrace every person's differences with love and understanding you'll come to realize that there are good and bad people.

Compassion is a beautiful garment, but it offers little protection for those solely clothing themselves in it alone. Love, Truth and Honor are meant to be the armor that protects all else, above all else. These stories of end times serve as a warning of our imminent failure to be vigilant against those that would destroy those laws, balances and values. The heroes and godhead figures we see, write about and remember through these stories are there to remind us that selfless love and dedication can win and protect those around them. The retelling of the stands they took are meant to inspire us in a way I will explain momentarily. We often attribute the appearance of people like this to some form of divine intervention. I just want to tell you that it may be so, but it also may be so that is inherent in all of us.

All of us.

Just as we can choose to embrace good or evil, we can choose to sit in the middle and not choose at all. That is perhaps where I see the most conflict in people. Society has become reliant on someone else solving the problem, someone else taking care of you, someone else being strong enough to stand up and be there. I will simply say to you that everyone can be strong enough. When you allow someone outside of yourself to make those decisions for you, you open yourself up for being subject to the latter as well. Evil has manifested itself to become an accepted alternative instead of something to be warring against, something to be destroyed.

Step back for a moment in yourself, and look at Love, Truth and Honor. Love is Truth, and Honor protects those. So many questions and so many decisions can be answered simply relying on those three. You find a calm resolution and the strength to uphold them wells up inside you. Evil is a life draining, pain inducing stigma that does not deserve a single moment of triumph. It shields itself behind materialism and selfish gain no matter the cost to others. It can only be met with what it produces. It deserves no quarter. 

I have been in the hall. I hold neither station or named seat, perhaps even considered lesser than some of the souls who have done greater things. I desire neither. My only acknowledgment to Heimdal is my belief and dedication to my family. Even my name hardly raises an eyebrow, but just being in the hall is enough. What I have been given though, and without knowing from a young age was the prose name, Fen. It took me a lifetime to understand because even in my home history and storytelling, Fenrir was not exactly a gentle character, yet a tragic one. You may have other belief systems that can easily disregard these things, but they aren't for you to measure if you do not. I have seen miracles and luck that goes beyond comprehension, and never have I dissuaded or sought to impoverish the meanings they had to the people witnessing or being subjected to them.

“Although Fenrir is understood as an antagonist of the gods and one of the “villains” of the story of Ragnarok, the original story makes clear that Odin’s and the other gods  treatment of the great wolf contributed to his siding with the forces of chaos against them.”

Fenrir walked among them, lived with them, and expected nothing more than the life he was given, had a family, loved, and kept himself as it's protector. Anyone familiar with wolves and their family nature will understand the truth and metaphorical meaning behind what I am explaining. If I refer to my emphatic nature, it won't mean anything to you. I even wrote a addition to the sagas at one time to explain the tragedy of these possibilities, and to to scholars only referring to the written word, couldn't possibly be true. 

"Adding To The Sagas"

We hold the wolves values and studied behavior regarding family in high regard, but they are lost in the telling of this story to maintain perhaps the other gods, thier triumphs and yes, shortcomings. Approach his story with open eyes and you can see his torment. Fenrir’s strength grew so large because of his love, and the strength of his devotion to his family. The gods feared this, because with all of its purity there would be a point even their shortcomings would come to question. If you think a god can't be jealous, you need to read more. Perhaps in coming to these realizations I was seeking to exonerate him, and maybe even myself. I do not know. I do know however, I cannot leave what I know to be true in question. I'll grab a selection from one of the tellings of the story out there. I'll leave it up to you to decide whether or not it's worth your time or to contemplate the things I have said.

"Fenrir Wolf"

God, Odin, Vishnu, The Great Spirit, and many others, all have their means of presenting themselves to people seeking them. The questions we have are too big to discredit each individual from seeking their own answers. I say this: any divine entity that holds in contempt a soul for making mistakes in name, pantheon or information only has itself to blame, by nature of that contempt. We are visceral, physical creatures and all of our senses are inherent to give us information and lend a hand in ensuring our own survival.

Life, death, and the hereafter are all things we will experience with certainty. It is only the last two that are obscure from those senses, and because of that, uncertainty and fear are almost all that's left.

That has been my challenge no matter the god-table I have sat at. Am I to be in contempt for seeking those answers, not just for myself but for others? In this I am not afraid. What used to be a selfish pursuit in my youth became a desire for my children. I do not want to give them answers. I want to give them the ability to seek and find those answers for themselves. And 

Truth must be the foundation of all of it.

Of all of us. 

"Mother's Day" 2023
Darker Realizations 04/22


Comments are not available for users without an account. Please login first to view these comments.
Already Registered? Login Here
Saturday, 20 April 2024


15 January 2024
Writings on The Wall
I was sitting down this morning, just checking the 5150 and having a quiet conversation with it, and started thinking of some old Boston tunes. I could go through a huge list of other bands of the era but there was always something about Boston and a...
19 December 2023
Writings on The Wall
You know this is always a strange time of the year. Just randomly, scanning through my regular music stuff as I try to do a bit more of these days and out of the blue the song popped up that I haven't heard for probably 20 or more years. There's a st...
07 April 2023
Writings on The Wall
No matter how painful it is writing this, I have to. There are a lot of words and it is no small thing to read, so whoever does, thank you. I am exposing myself at my most vulnerable and doing my best to try to put everything into the right words and...
14 March 2023
Writings on The Wall
This is a personal letter, and I can't guarantee that there will be anything after this. It's only here to be saved for the future and so that I'm sure they can read it.   Diane Talon and Mali: “Forgive Me”   Forgive me, please, forgive me....
11 March 2023
Writings on The Wall
Babe, Do you remember this? Do you remember making it? I remember that day clearly, because it always meant something to me. When we talked about making a door chime for our store, and the thing about the four bells I remember joking and saying: “The...
14 February 2023
Writings on The Wall
Happy Valentine's Day babe. This has been a strange year, and yet things have been going good, I wanted to get you something to make up for your birthday and Christmas for you too, but as you know having to walk away from the company I put so much ti...
15 June 2022
Writings on The Wall
"The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of men who wanted to be left alone. They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love. They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forc...
13 May 2022
Writings on The Wall
These things can hold true for anyone in your life- a partner, a friend, a brother. Measure your words and your actions each time you pass each other because you cannot get time back and what you choose to do with it and for it, may be your joy or la...
25 June 2020
Writings on The Wall
Our passions are derived from what we are most comfortable with. Things we can count on, the things we know.   We adventure within ourselves and the things we choose to share are wrought from that comfort, the things we have grown to love and ev...
16 January 2020
Writings on The Wall
My dreams lead me to many places, and at many times. Old soul, perhaps. Blood Empathy? I'm sure of it, in some way. I cant explain the vivid detail, nor the exhaustion upon waking up. Bruised at times, sore, and tired. Every step I take and day that ...
26 March 2019
Writings on The Wall
I talk with many people about a wide variety of subjects. I'm a talker. Yeah.   One thing we have too little of these days is the "fireside converstion". At the end of the day whether it be at a community meal or even a simple wind-down with one...
14 February 2019
Writings on The Wall
Remember the reasons you do what you do guys. It all comes back to you. I hope everyone out there can take the time to do little things, and big things when you can, just not on a special day, but every day. They re worth it. I planned on being ...
© 1992-2023 Historic Origins and Earl Miller.
All Rights Reserved. Historic Origins™ - Trademarked Properties of Earl Miller...