THE RAVEN CODE
Hail Odin,
Be true to thy self,
Seek knowledge,
Be wise,
Make time to play,
Be a friend to the wolf,
Do not fear death,
Find the light within the darkness,
Use cunning and trickery to defeat your enemies,
Soar high,
Discover new mysteries,
Make every moment magical.
On December 22nd 2018 I was reading about the Norse mythological god Odin and his pair of Ravens, Hugin and Munin.
Odin feared losing them. Here we have perhaps an insight into ancient gods--they fear things. The pair of Ravens represented the mind. Hugin thought and Munin memory. Hugin and Munin would fly off each day and gather information for Odin, fly back and whisper it into his ear allowing the god Odin to do with it as he pleased. Odin said he feared losing Munin-- (memory) the most. The internet debates his logic and reasoning on this.
Soon after reading about the Ravens I was driving and went into deep thought. The kind of thought that takes you out of your body and you go on auto-pilot. I don't know how long I was consciously gone but when I returned I wasn't aware of where I was. This was an area where I'd driven thousands of times and yet I didn't recognize the landscape. I didn't even know the name of the vehicle I was driving or what direction I was traveling in. I had Hugin but Munin hadn't returned yet. I was experiencing Odin's fear. I relaxed and waited and as Munin got closer my memory started returning. I recognized this building, freeway off to my left, and there's the hotel. The last thing to return to me was the direction of which I was traveling in. Finally as Munin landed on my shoulder he must have whispered it into my ear, "West," and it all came back to me. I knew where I was, what I was thinking about prior to leaving and what direction I was traveling. I wondered about the pair of Ravens. Did Hugin always return before Munin? Was that why Odin feared losing Munin the most? Hugin, perhaps, had a track record of always returning first establishing a confidence in Odin, while Munin took his sweet time and always arrived after leaving Odin to wonder and fear for Munin.
Late that night my neighbors came over for a Christmas drink. They brought gifts. One neighbor gave us a pair of drinking glasses with two Crows while the other gave us a pair of plates with two Ravens on it--Hugin and Munin.
Adding to this unusual synchronistic event is another coincidence. After writing this I went to post it on my Facebook page. Waiting for me on my Facebook was this.
Exactly one year ago to the day I was playing with another pair of birds related to the Raven. These crows I named Zino and Cyrus. Zino is the crow following me and bonking me in the back of the head. Cyrus shown taking the peanut out of my hand.
The book I referenced above is The Viking Warrior. Shown below. The internet also spells the ravens Huginn and Muninn. For this write up I spelled it as the author did.
Author note: I published this article on December 25, 2018.
Hugin is very close to my own last name. To add even more coincidence I’m off today to see a person who wishes to speak to me, but she can’t always remember who I am even though she has known me my entire life. She is losing Munin. Will she have enough Munin when she sees me?
Perhaps animals are whispering things into our ear as the pair of Ravens did to Odin? Haven’t you been researching something on the internet and you come across a site that exactly matches your difficult search. As if someone whispered something, “it’s there Mike. Right there,” Google search page 15 last tag near the bottom.
What would you fear more losing your thoughts, or your memory? It almost seems peaceful to think about losing Munin starting on Feb 29, 2022 until…. Just a blank space in time.
Thank you for this. I'm touched
to my core by your words. Have always loved Ravens and Crows. A wood-carved lifesize beautiful black Raven greets me each morning from it's guarding place on the table. May your loved-one whose Munin has thinned always be at peace. May you always be at peace.
I love it. :) I got so damn tired of waiting for the counting I did just that.. visited an a long time old friend of the old days.. who is a now a conservative democrat.. and now that she has been vaxxed and very sick seemed very interested in the fact that God many exist after all.. and the big bang theory is for sure a theory. I LOVE YOUR BLACK CROW story and I really like that group.. The Black Crowes, She talks to Angels. I dedicated that to my own mother after my brother was killed (this is real life not story) in a car accident. That song came our at that time 1992.. my mother died in 1990 three months after Jimmy was killed.. the first time I heard it I thought they were reading her mind.. or read it. just one of life's reminders that we are really all in this giant blessed mess together. great post.. on your part.. and yes I am part Viking.. :) on my mother's side.