Min Saga

The Saga of this Úlfhednar

It all started in the lands of our ancestors, upon the gentle rolling hills of Northern Denmark. To the lands was born Jens Peter, of the Petersen clan, there in Bjerby Sogn. His parents toiled the lands to generate a crop each year, ensuring that both: they, and the children received enough to eat. They bartered with other members of the Østergaard to receive the things they didn’t grow or butcher themselves. Jens grew into a healthy man who would take over the daily chores of maintaining crops and livestock, in both the warm summers, and frigid winters keeping the family farm in full operation.

A proud Dane who kept his lands in good order., he worked diligently on ensuring that everything was successful. Upon reaching manhood, he met Joanna, who would later become his partner, and wife. Jens ultimately succumbed to the fates on 26 May 1896 at the age of 49 after arriving in the United States. Joanna brought the gift of magic and mysticism to their relationship, and bestowed this gift to her feminine children. The couple was gifted by the gods with many children. However, it would be the second to last little girl who would receive the gift of spiritual magic, primarily out of the local Christian church. Her gift of eternal sight and ethereal communications would be crushed as she grew into womanhood.

This little girl was Nelsina. Nelsina was the second to last child born, however, due to the Landvætti she was given the gift of sight. While her practice was limited, she still spent time conversing with the spirits frequently. As she grew, her charms were noticed by the young Germanic gentleman who would court her for a while traversing between his home in Northern Germany, and hers in the Jutland of Southern Denmark.

This young man was Albrect Henry Otto Weisman of eastern Germany. The two would engage in a whirlwind courtship leading to marriage, and birth of their two children. Both had arrived in the United States several years before they met. Their first child, Albert Otto Weisman Jr, was followed by the birth of their little girl Elsie. This would be the first generation born in the new world of the United States. Albrect would finally surrender to the fates at an age of 86 years old.

As many do, Albert would grow up and meet Mary Olive there in there home state of Nee Jersey. Albert would follow in his fathers footsteps learning the trade of rock carving, creating several memorable pieces to include the Gargoyles on Yankee stadium in New York. Albert Jr and Mary Olive would join together in holy matrimony, and soon hear the potter patter of little feet when their little girl Phyllis would be followed by Albert the 3rd.

Albert would grow up, serve in the military before meeting the love of his life, Virginia Ruth, who would bless him with two sons. The eldest Mark-Nathaniel, followed by Warren Lee several years later.

I am Mark-Nathaniel and I too was born with the gift of sight.  While my father, and his before him crushed their sight with alcohol, dimming their grasps to what was before them. However, this boy born in the depths of a blizzard in western Ohio brought the hope of eternal sight back to the family bloodline. From a young age the thoughts of the Landvætti, and the total understanding of the Navajo spiritual journeys created turmoil and confusion within my mind. I became self-destructive, as well as dishonorable as I wrestled with the voices.

My journey began in earnest during a short tour in the US Marine Corps, where I ventured from the comfort of my home for the first time. After leaving basic training, I went to my advanced school there in San Diego, California where I re-engaged in the use of cocaine. After spending a few short months there, I was stationed in Kaneohe, Hawaii where I found the obtainment of cocaine of higher quality in volume, and readily accessible. This addiction continued for a couple years, getting worse and worse every party, until the introduction of heroin. In much the same way the heroin was readily available.

As a modern-day Úlfhe∂nar, I have studied both: the art of war (and combat), and the spiritual realms (both on Mi∂gard and the spiritual realm), in order to provide an understanding as to the true purpose that we all serve in life. In the ancient history of my Germanic-Dane ancestry, the Úlfhe∂nar connected the physical world to the spiritual world and could transform as hamrammir or (Shapeshifters). These abilities enabled us to live outside the normal existence of man and live our own paths. As a modern-day Úlfhe∂nar my study has shifted away from physical combat, although my skills are maintained, and shape-shifting, and has become more focused on understanding the spiritual interactions we all have every minute of every day. This understanding allows me to help my friends and neighbors to find their way back to their path creating their own tapestry. I offer the wisdom of my great ancestors who lived before our ancestors, while calling upon my totem brothers, the wolves, to help me to see what others cannot.

In my case, the gift of Ó∂inn skipped a few generations, with my father and grandfather being unable, or unwilling to carry the burden, my great grandmother carried with her, the gift of the mystic, and handed it down to her firstborn son of each generation. I am the eldest son of my father, who was the oldest male born of his father, who also was the oldest male born of my great grandmother. Therefore it has become my honor to carry the gift of Ó∂inn. For many years I carried out my initiation into the Úlfhe∂nar without much knowledge of what it was at the time.

When I was much younger (about 14 years old), my mother and father separated. In a heated departure late one evening, my father and I met in the circle of hand-to-hand combat. In a rage, I was able to subdue him and force him to surrender and leave. From that day until now, I always wondered if things would have stacked up differently for my family had that not happened. I now have my answer.

Toward the end of my three-year tour with the US Marines, I found myself heavily addicted to Cocaine, and Heroin in an attempt to quash the voices in my head, and emptiness in my heart. I was discharged, and returned to my (then) home in Tucson, Arizona, however the need to contain these controls remained.

Following my tour in the Marines, I survived a near-death scenario caused by a Heroin overdose, followed by intervention, or “cleansing” beginning a multi-decade journey without the need for the drug in my life. This situation was ultimately, very enlightening, and began to clear my eyes of the fog.

Follow the cleansing, I spent about a year living in a tent on the mountainside of the Santa Catalina mountains just north of Tucson, Arizona. Following that year on the mountain, I lived in a culvert for approximately six months, before moving into my brother’s barn 1200 miles north on Whidbey Island, Washington. While I didn’t know it, this is where Ó∂inn found me. Throughout the following thirty years, Ó∂inn has raised me from the ashes of who I was and showed me my true path.

After being on Whidbey Island for about four months, Ó∂inn paved the way and introduced me to my wife. While she has embraced the monotheistic beliefs of the modern world, she is my world. I cannot begin to form the words of thanks for the belief she has had in me to arrive where I did. Ultimately, she never gave up on me. Within six weeks of meeting, we were married in a small ceremony in the bar in Mount Vernon, Washington. We have now been together for over thirty years. However the journey that she has had to complete me, would have broken many of others. She is my shield-maiden and equal partner.

It was eight months later that I was honored to meet my daughter, born at the University of Washington medical center. My beautiful, intelligent daughter has now grown up, married a good man, and gave me my first grandson. The third generation of mine. A gift be every definition, she too has had her challenges, but yet she has conquered them.

Although my life seemed to moving in the right direction, I remained unsettled and continued with my trials and tribulations, almost ending our newly formed marriage on several occasions. Again, Ó∂inn interceded and settled my wife’s heart that she would forgive me, again and again.

Several years later, I was introduced to our twin sons. With great stress and concerns, the boys came into this physical world and have now grown to become adults of their own, with one of the boys giving me my first granddaughter and second grandson. The eternal legacy has been established.

The next gift was the use of Ó∂inn’s gentle hand to guide me to enroll in a Baptist University where he presented me with an instructor who would be instrumental in getting me back to my ancestry. While he may not have known it, my theology course there at Wayland completely changed my trajectory. Although not immediately, the trajectory back to Ó∂inn was set. I would go on to learn all about monotheistic beliefs, and the psychology behind them. This would ultimately lead me back home.

It was during my time at Wayland, that I became ordained as a Christian minister and tried to reconcile what I felt and what was being taught. I would then spend a decade as a chaplain who worked primarily with returning veterans and their families particularly with PTSD, I began to feel and hear the wisdom of the Gods. They began to speak through the many veterans I was honored to work with.

Next came the stabilization to my life given my Ó∂inn. I accepted employment at a local university as a team lead for the help desk, and although this doesn’t sound exciting, it was the financial stabilization my family needed, in addition to a position that was challenging enough to keep me engaged. Definitely a gift from Ódinn.

However, Hel couldn’t let me escape from her grasp and cursed my wife with breast cancer several years later. Together my shield maiden and I put our shoulder into it and conquered cancer. That was over twelve years ago now, and she continues to honor me every day with her beautiful soul. However, when Hel realized that cancer wouldn’t break us, she led me to the path of infidelity through temptation. Although I never physically strayed, I mentally violated my oath to my wife. Again, with the heart of Frigg, my wife forgave me and we continued our process forward. While we have become closer as time moves on, I know that the challenges of Hel’s attempt to break me, and my family remain in both the physical and spiritual worlds. I have continually sought Ódinn’s help since those darker days of my life.

Fast forward to about two years ago, when my mother asked me to assist with her ancestry stuff.  As I began to explore the documentation and bloodlines, more fog was lifted from my eyes. I found my great-grandmother and grandfather. My great-grandmother was born in Jutland, Denmark, with my great-grandfather being born across the border in Germany. Many of the pieces I was missing in my life began to settle into place.

Approximately about the same time as I was working on the ancestry stuff that I became involved with two men who had recently returned home from tours overseas. As we addressed ways for them to cope with their symptoms. As we worked together, the powers of Ó∂inn became obvious, and the ability to visit the spirit world for more answers was experienced. Those men received a lifetime of success via the gods through the words Ó∂inn put in my mouth.

On January 30th, 2021 (my 55th birthday), I completed an oath on my ring to Ó∂inn as one of his Úlfhe∂nar, which runs in my maternal great grandmother’s bloodline. I meditated, and consumed large amounts of mead, and continued to learn how to open the door to the spiritual world. As soon as the door was opened my life changed forever. This is more than an embracing of a culture, but a return home.

Many of the thoughts and beliefs I have had over the decades, now all make sense. My distrust in the monotheistic beliefs, my dislike for the idea of “the church”, all made sense. Recognizing the “brain-washing” that has happened over the last 2000 years for what it was, the fog is lifted, and Ó∂inn has allowed me to drink Ó∂rerir (the Mead of Wisdom) and embrace the wisdom of Kvasir. I am home. I have arrived at the place I have sought my whole life to be. I am complete.

I am Úlfhe∂nar! Hail Ó∂inn!