Viking
812 AD
This memory is more of a spiritual awareness. I drift into his consciousness and am hovering over him. I am looking at him over the back of his head or just above his head.
But I am ethereal and so is his mind, although he is physically in his body, he is not completely disconnected from spirit.
I reach my hand out into his aura to see through his eyes to understand what is transpiring and realize I am now becoming attached to his life.
I am aware that there is a woman in a village hut, she is surrounded by women and friends, she is in labor.
Me: What is happening
Him: I am waiting.
Me: What are you waiting for?
Him: I am waiting for her to be born.
Me: Who?
Him: My wife. We have signed a spiritual contract; I am to be her husband.
Me: But you are young. How old are you?
Him: 8 yrs old.
Me: And you are getting married?
Him: Yes, but not now. I have been promised to wife by our mothers. We will be raised together so that we know everything about each other.
We will be best friends as kids, then it will change as young adults. It is our way, the Viking way, to be raised. It is why we respect our women so profoundly, because we know them.
We know how they think, how they react, how they have been raised.
We will learn how to work together as a team, solve problems and resolve conflict, create success, experience love and joy, we will become one in our hearts and minds while we are young, before we are married.
I will know all her details about what makes her happy. We will arrange marriages for our children the same. I am ready to begin this journey.
Me: When will she arrive?
Him: Today. Her mother is ready.
I realize that this woman in the village hut is the mother of the future wife.
An array of images passes by in his mind of their future life together, written in the stars.
Specifically, a key moment comes when he is a young man of perhaps 20 years old, he will participate in an invasion that is life changing. I can see he is tall, handsome, blue eyes, blond hair and medium length beard with different charms and trinkets hanging down that are attached to his face and beard.
Physically he is strong and well-muscled. I look at his hands, they are large, skilled, holding a strong grip on a heavy sword. Mentally, he is young and is following his elders for guidance. He is part of a group of Viking boats that are going to invade a bad local tribe of people.
I am now completely emersed in his mind and referring to myself as I, as if I am him.
Something has happened between the Vikings and this tribe. This situation caused a negative decision to be made. The raid is an inevitable result. It is needed. It is planned. It is what the Vikings do. I am sitting in a long Viking boat.
I look around to see it is filled with men with deathly sharp swords, all armed to the teeth as they say. The boat sits low in the water, due to the weight of the warrior cargo. Silently not there is not a single word by any man on any boat gliding through the dense fog with zero visibility. I feel it is so surreal, and unworldly.
I slightly hear the gentle swoosh of the water as my boat passes through on the way to the raid. The shore should be close to us, but there is no noise coming from the shoreline. I am breathing as quietly as possible, my heart is in my throat, my senses are on full alert.
Suddenly a big nudge! As the boat glides onto land and the hoard jumps to the shore, the silence all around is deafening. Everyone is holding their swords to their bodies as we run through the mist looking for locals. We pass known markers that had previously been spotted days ago, to help us orientate ourselves on shore through the fog, as we enter the village.
Boom, the locals jump out of their homes, weapons in hand, trying to frighten us and the battle begins. We have superior weapons. It is fast and easy; the village members are all dead.
We can spare no one, because they will bear the grudge of hate and come back for revenge in the future. I briefly think of the wisdom of the God Odin. I am satisfied that he is all knowing and I walk in truth.
I return home with little opinion, but heroic memories to share. I am acutely aware that Spiritual contracts were signed with everyone affected. I am relaxed knowing that I am doing Odin’s work and have no remorse at all. My mind is shockingly clear.
I am growing older and aging, but I am holding the hand of my beloved wife and best friend, my true treasure and blessing. We have a good life, filled with love and devotion. We are together always and will die old together, with our children present, all of their spiritual contracts have been fulfilled.
Fade out.
I don’t know much about Odin or the religion, but he considers himself to be very pious and follows the religion, doing Odin’s work. He never thought twice about any choices he made, always feeling he was doing God’s work. Interesting.
I do recognize my wife in this Viking life as someone who I have in my current circle. But I prefer not to elaborate.