Ride of the Valkeries....

It started with a door. “Hmmm. No sigil.” Usually there is a sigil to trace with my finger. None here. She reached out her hand and pushed open the door. There is no knob to turn, just a gentle nudge and it swung open. There wasn't an enveloping light as normal either. “Peculiar.”

Stepping through the door, she takes in the scene on the other side. Desolation. Gray. Stormy. Hot. The pungent smell of sulfur was strong. She stood back 20 feet from the edge of a canyon. The smell comes from the canyon and she knows what the red glow is before she even steps forward to look. Lava. A river of lava. She experiences deja vue and knows she's been here at some point in time.

The earth she stands on is dusty and gray. The top soil is buffed around by the hot wind that whipped through in short bursts. The sky is gray too – overcast. At closer examination the clouds are thick, thunderheads. They flash now and then a green and yellow color. She knows that there is lightening streaking up into the sky. Occasionally she can see a bolt hit the dead, colorless earth here and there. There is no vegetation, just starkness all around.

She's a bit perplexed. She'd stepped out this night looking for 1) someone to relay a message to her that she needs to know at this time in her walk, or 2) someone to be a guide for her chaos magick. And she arrived here? If nothing else, she's learned that you learn more if you go with the flow here, so she put her lush island from her mind and decided to explore. She was drug here for some reason.

The Traveler's arms and legs elongated. She grew a snout and tail. Two leather wings sprang from her back. “Ah,” She thinks, it's been awhile. The Traveler flexes her wings in a stir of hot wind. It has been awhile since she has taken the Lugh Dae form. Her dragon form leaped into the air with a twitch of her tail and powerful beating of her wings.

Up. Up. Out of the hot nothingness. Through the clouds that smell of odd gases. She breaks through to a beautiful sight. Blue sky. Clean, fresh air. Looking down she can still see lightening streaking up from the grayness below. To her right a peak boldly emerges from the clouds to rise strong and proud. This mountain looked to be lacking vegetation too. However, flying closer, she can see that there is new birth on the peak. Small seedlings and green ground cover is starting to make a come back. A single yellow flower makes an appearance. A joyous color amidst the depressing gray.

She lands on a well worn path on the side of the peak. It's narrow and carved into the side of the mountain. Not what one would call easy to access or comfortable, for that matter. Her human form walked up a short distance up the path. She walked up to a large boulder in the center of the path and felt she should wait and go no further. The Traveler followed her instincts and sat to wait....sat to wait and see what would happen.

The constant whoosh of wind was all she could hear. The wind was cooler up here, but the rock was warm. A motion caught her eye. Gray movement. Why is all gray here? A human figure. Gray travel robe. Gray, floppy hat. Walking staff. Gray beard. Gray hair. Eye Patch? Realization made her hair stand on end. The caw of a raven (though not seen) confirmed. Her knees got weak. Odin.

“Child. You know me?” He inquired in a low soft voice.

“Yes. I've met and worked with you before on the runes.” On a previous journey she had the honor of meeting and gaining wisdom from not only Odin, but the Norns as well for nearly every rune meditated on. At that time she met Odin in a mountain. He gave council to her as he sat on his throne of all seeing.

“Ah,” He confirms a memory and nods his head. “Yes.”

“I've worked with you much. Would you be considered my patron God?” For a response she was given a picture of text that she once read '….to know Odin, but not to worship him...'. The landscape changed. The sky darkened to night and the clouds played across the face of a large full moon. A large tree stood by itself in a meadow of lush grass. Robed people with torches stood back. There was a village behind us. The Traveler could faintly hear the robed people chanting. The only man (priest she guessed) standing by the tree was also speaking, but understand them she could not. This was odd....while out of her soft body, she could understand every language she'd come across.

The priest stepped back from the tree and the Traveler could see and immediately understood the scene. A man was stripped of clothes and hanging upside down, pinned to the tree truck by a spear. A sacrifice. Odin too sacrificed himself in this same manner to learn the secrets of the Runes. This was a sacrifice to Odin on a full moon.

She put forth the reason for travel this night. Chaos Magick help and/or anything that I should know at this time in my walk of life.“Believe,” was his answer. “You must believe that you truly believe.”

“I believe in many things,” she thinks.

“What you need to believe in is you. All is possible if you just believe that you can.” He gave a picture of the Traveler at work back in her soft body and the feelings of uncertainty and fear. He also gave pictures of her with the runes, tarot, and preforming spells and rituals.

“In all things....” she verbalized the pictures. She gave a picture of herself far from home, picking up a statue of Minerva. Then another picture of her at home and the statue not on her alter, but on her living room end table. Then a feeling of disappointment and the uncertainty of a patron god or goddess and years of searching for thus. She showed herself meeting a three phase goddess and the resulting research of that travel. She let him know again her disconnection and disappointment.

“Learn to know the difference from self and other power,” was the only answer to her inquiry. Of course she didn't think she would get an answer, after all it is her life and she had to discover it herself. Having him answer that kind of question was like cheating on a math exam. Odin snapped her out of her revere with “Come.”

Back at the narrow path of the gray peak, a strong smell of brimstone waft about. A smoldering, smoking horse appeared and perched on it's magnificent back was a beautiful warrior woman. Her armor gleamed and her helmet sported wings. A Valkyrie! Oh what a good trip this was!

A hand out was the only invitation that the Traveler needed. Within a second she was mounted be hind the Valkyrie and the fiery stallion was running on the wind. They flew through the sky from place to place. A battle field from ages old. Warriors clambered against each other with clangs of metal weapons and shield and armor. The sticky sweet smell of blood filled the air. I watched as the Valkyrie took the hand of a man and pulled him up. In the blink of an eye, the scene changed.

A dessert. Sand and heat. Turban men stood with guns. In front of him a pale man on his knees, hands behind his head, blank stare. This pale man was offered a hand as well and she watched and the Valkyrie once again pulled a man up.

French arms stood in line guns bayoneted and pointed to one person. This woman was blindfolded and tied to a post. The commander was giving the kill command when the Valkyrie offered her a hand.

This happened time and time again. A woman burning at a steak. A Christan in a Roman cathedral tortured in a burning metal chair. A man to be beheaded. A man in a violent car accident. A man to be hanged. From all ages all over the world, the Valkyrie and the Traveler visited the recently dead and gave them a hand up. After each and every one the Valkyrie knelled and touched the ground by the dead body.

“You are not saving these people. You are a pyschopomp,” the Traveler spoke.

A nod of confirmation and a positive feeling was her only answer.

“Do the humans have a name for you?” With this statement was sent a picture of something other than Valkyrie.

“Alsea Ravenfoot.” She gave the Traveler a picture of the ground that she touched by each of her collections. A Raven's foot mark was left. “The mark I leave behind when helping a soul.”

“You are a pyschopomp that concentrates on violent deaths. If a family member or other doesn't help that soul you more inclined to do so?” The Traveler inquired, intrigued.

“Only those that deserve,” was her answer. Pictures - Martyrdom and heroism. Feeling - Something to put them apart from the rest.  With that the Valkyrie deposited the Traveler back to her rest.

Hark! There be dragon!

She arrived on a beach this time. The breeze was crisp, the waves dancing...the roaring sound of them crashing into the rock cliffs. The taste of salt is heavy in the air. She could feel sprays of water carried by the wind land on her face, arms, and legs. Her bare feet sink into the sand, and she can feel the crisp cold water wash over her ankles. The sky is gray, the water is gray with white foam, and before her is a rock face that the waves keep crashing over.

In the rock face is a tunnel with stairs leading down. Though carved from the rock and moist, the stairs are not slick. There are torches on the rock wall at intervals and though dark, there seams to be ample light. The waves crash against the rocks and She can hear it, even though she's inside the rock. At the bottom of the stairway is a landing. This opened up to the outside. She stepped out onto a ledge miles up into the sky. Mountains surrounded her. Below her was thick white clouds. She could see that above her was a light passage way. With the thought of her island, she closed her eyes and jumped into the open space – just to fly up to that light tunnel.


Belrizzo met her under the 'ancient one'. She was giddy, happy and playful; So was he. They greeted and she turned away to purify herself (ritually get rid of negativity in her stream). But she was interrupted by a low roar/rumble. It was a continuous chop-chop sound of a helicopter, and she could feel the low rumble. Above them she saw dozens of black forms moving fast.



“Wanna’ see?” Belrizzo asked. Grabbing her hand, they flew up. Before them were huge dragonflies. They were black(dark) on bottom, red on top, and sported green multi-faceted eyes. Their wings were transparent, but flashed red and green when in motion. It was these wings in flight that made such racket.



Upon permission, we each mounted a dragonfly of our own and held on for the ride. After a fun ride of a few dives and barrel rolls, Belrizzo said it was their to go.

“Where are they all going? To war?”
No answer.



They were headed down into darkness (a hole).

“We’re not ready for that yet.” Belrizzo said.....She could swear he looked after them longingly as they returned to the island. She purified and asked Belrizzo...”What should we do this time? Is it time for me to meet my power animal yet? I’ve been thinking. I think it might be a dragon.”




“You think you finally figured it out, huh?” He gave her a gold ring and told her to have fun.
“You aren’t going to meet it with me?”

“You have to do this on your own.” Then he was gone.....She hates when he does that.



Not knowing what to do, she sat under the tree to relax and let come what may. The grass was damp and the smell had a minty sour tang that she could taste like she was chewing on pine needles. Along with that smell came a wet sour smell. She realized she couldn’t hear the dragonflies anymore. They were gone. She could hear the stream nearby and feel the wind on her face and hear it in the trees. The bark on the tree was rough on her back.


She looked to the ring. It was gold and large. It grew large enough for her to stick it on her wrist. It turned pewter and took the form of a dragon biting it’s own tail....all the while continuing to grow. She felt compelled to step through it (which was harder than she expected....it took a lot of concentration to continue through the path). The next thing she knew she was flying over a magnificent mountain range. It was all white and blue and above very thick clouds. And the view – was from a top a dark, very large dragon. They plunged straight down - VERY FAST, but her panic was tempered by an overwhelming feeling of comfort and the support from the dragon. Another overwhelming feeling, this one of encouragement.


She voiced her joy and let go of fear. Taking Belrizzo’s advice she had fun enjoying the ride (all the while smiling smugly to herself.......”I’m a dragon rider”). They leveled off under the clouds for a split second before they plunged through a HUGE waterfall. Here she was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of an enormous cavern. She was standing in front of a very large dragon and again felt a bit of panic that she quickly squelched. The head was at least two to three times her size.

It spoke telepathically....and sounded neither female nor male. With permission, she got closer and inspected the dragon. The scales were huge. They felt smooth like glass, but hard as polished rock. A single scale was larger (2x larger) than her spread hand. The color was confusing. Every time the dragon moved its scales transparently rippled a color...from cloudy, to clear, to red, to green, to blue, to black and gray.


After her inquiry of an element she was told “You tell me. I do, however, breath fire.”

“You breath fire, fly, live in the earth that is protected by water. Your colors run the gambit of the elements. You are balanced.
“Very good. I’m not one, I’m all.”
“Why did I have to wait all this time to meet you?”
“You weren’t ready. You had fears you refused to face. You weren’t looking. Your eyes were closed to me and focused on only ridding yourself of negativity. You forgot the whole. You pretend to be purity and light. Were there is light, there is always darkness. You need a balance of both. Come to terms with your darkness. Everyone has darkness. Ones self shines only on how one deals with it. I say embrace it.”



...........ultimately......that was the longest speech she had ever experienced while traveling. The dragon said more, but she don’t remember it. She thanked the dragon and thought of her island and Belrizzo.


When she opened her eyes, she stood before Belrizzon on her island. She looked at him curiously because he took on a very hot masculine shape ( he never takes a shape unless she asks him to). He hugged her and again she questioned this.



“I become a part of you when I touch you, even with a simple touch.”
“Why do you feel the need to do this?”
“I don’t need it; You do. You also need to learn to move in the astral plane. You rely on walking too much. Though when the student is ready, the teacher will appear.”

The Scot...Life lesson awareness

She entered a meadow of yellowing grass about knee high. There was a slight breeze. The smell reminded her of Colorado, a dry, dusty smell. Something like standing in a wheat field. Sparrows were dancing on the breeze. A fox was walking into the woods. A rabbit was lunching. They both looked up at her.

She walked across the clearing to a short path through trees. The Traveler could see a large wall that looked to be made of white to light gray granite. An rod iron gate was there. She opened it and walked in.

White gravel pathways led around a huge garden. Rose, crocus, banana trees, ferns, peonies, and other vegetation were around in beds. There were white marble statues, mostly busts on pedestals, along the walkways and some stone benches scattered here and there. There was a large water fountain in the center of one of the paths. She walked that way. There wasn’t anyone else there.

Belrizzo was standing by the fountain and greeted her with a hug.

“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me,” The Traveler greeted him.

“I always have the time for you.”

“I appreciate that.”

At this he looked sideways at her. “That’s my job.”

She looked sideways at him. “You could make your job easier if you didn’t talk in riddles.”

He smiled.

“I want to learn about some of my past lives. What karma debts am I needing to pay? Could you give me some insight of the lessons I chose to, or need to, learn in this life?” The Traveler asked him.

He seemed glad that She asked this. “We’ll visit the Library of Akashik. Come, I’ll take you.”

We continue down the path to a marble building. “It is bothering me that I can’t find or meet my other spirit guide. Am I just not looking in the right place?” She wondered.

“You are not ready. Only when you are ready to see will you not be blind to what is right in front of you.”

[Deep sigh] “Riddles again.” [Rolled eyes]

Belrizzo just smiled.

We got to the marble building that had large columns in the front and stairs that led up to a large porch-like landing. We went through double doors.

Like the exterior, the interior was huge. In the middle were tables and chairs. There were stairs on both sides that led to another floor, that was open (meaning there was just a walkway around the wall edged with a banister). On the second story there were stairs in the middle that led to another floor that was also open. From floor to ceiling on every wall on every story was rows and rows of books.

Belrizzo led her to a table and told her he would be back. He went to the second floor and grabbed a book and came back. The Traveler asked him “Can I pick the book?”

“It would be better this time if I did,” he replied. “I want an easier book for you to start with and this one coincides with the questions you want answered.”

He opened the book. The pages were blank. Belrizzo told her “Clear your mind and look at the page.”

A cobweb appeared in the corner. An old broom swept it away. There was a woman in a dark gray stone room. The Traveler knew automatically that this woman was her. Traveler got the impression it was a kitchen or maybe a storage room/pantry. The Traveler tried to look at the woman. She took the physical features of the Traveler in a grayish, brownish dress.

“You are picturing what you want to see. Clear your mind. Try again,” Belrizzo said.

Same thing. “I’m a slave?” The Traveler asked. Belrizzo just pointed to the book. (The woman) was kneeling on the floor throwing runes. They weren’t stone, they were bone, or wood. “I’m a Nordic slave?” Traveler asks Belrizzo.

Belrizzo turned the page. “Clear your mind. Look. Watch.”

Another blank page. The Traveler followed his instructions. This time (the woman) looked different. She was very tall with rather wide shoulders, and dressed in a drab dress and an apron-like thing. She was in a different room cleaning. Still dark stone. Her back was to the door. It was a bed chamber with a huge bed on the left wall. By the bed was a sword...a claymore some 5 feet long. A fire place was on the wall to the right. She was cleaning the ‘masters’ bedchamber; cleaning his personal things. She felt an intimacy she knew she shouldn't have.

The Traveler looked at Belrizzo with surprise. “Unexpected. It's one thing to watch, not read, a book. It's quite another to feel the emotions of the characters.”

The Traveler turned the page. Blank. (This woman) was in yet another room cleaning. “Sheesh,” thinks the Traveler, “maybe this is why I hate to clean....did it so much in past lives”. This was somewhat of a sitting room. Probably a suit to the ‘Lady’s’ bedchamber. While (she) was cleaning out the ashes in the fire place, an overweight woman came in. She was shorter than (Traveler). She had red hair. (Traveler) knew this was the masters wife. The lady of the manor/castle. She was unhappy with (her) over something really small. She told (her) something...The Traveler couldn’t hear what...then she slapped the shit out of (her). (She) looked up and saw the Lord standing in the doorway. He saw it happen. This intensified the feelings that (she) had; anger, frustration, a whole lot of embarrassment, hurt feelings. (She) walked fast from the room, holding (her) hand to (her) slapped face. (She) ran up the stone stairs to a separate floor. All the while (She) could hear those two yelling at each other. It must happen all the time, the yelling, because it felt like a commonplace thing.

The Traveler turned the page. Blank. The lord, a very tall, blond, broad shouldered, bearded man in a kilt was standing in front of (her). His kilt was dark green with blue lines. They were on the second floor and not much time seemed to have past. He said..”Gwendolyn, why don’t you take the rest of the day off. Go enjoy the sunshine.” 
Again the Traveler was surprised, for there was a language change, but she understood it perfectly. 

Promise of a day off made (Gwen) extremely happy (jumping inside). “Thank you, my lord.” (She) said with a huge smile. He lifted (her) chin and said to (her) “How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Eoin.”

The Traveler turned the page. The Traveler saw (her), Gwendolyn, a taller, big boned, rounded (soft) woman walking through a small field of blooming heather, the purple flowers a soft contrast to the green foliage. Gwendolyn took of her bonnet. Long blond hair blew in the wind. On the right side there was a stripe of black hair. Gwendolyn let go of the bonnet, that flew off behind her in the wind, and lifted her hands out. She seemed to be soaking up the sun? Maybe worshiping? She walked down to a wooded stream, and sat down. She ran her fingers through the water?

The Traveler turned the page. This time the Scottish lord was dressed for battle. He had braids and his claymore was strapped to his back. His kilt was dark green plaid. The lady was hanging on him, begging and pleading with him. He grabbed her arms and pulled them off of him, and physically set her aside. “Woman, get a hold of your self.” He seemed disgusted.

He then walked past her heading for the door. The Traveler (Gwendolyn) was at the door and stepped through behind him. Her head was up, back straight. She stood on the top step and watched as he got on his huge horse. He yelled something to the extent of “Lets go boys,” and 8 to 10 other warriors rode through the gate ahead of him.

He stopped and turned his horse around just before the gate. He stared right at Gwendolyn for a few minutes. She nodded her head and said quietly “Luck is with you my lord.” He then smiled, turned his horse, and rode out. Gwendolyn watched him until he was out of sight, then turned and walked tall passed the red haired Lady. The Lady shot daggers from her eyes.

The Traveler closed the book. “Okay, Bel, this is plenty of information for me to think about at the moment. Should we put the book back?”

“Come, it will be taken care of.” They walked out. On the way back to the gate they talked again. In the end The Traveler didn’t feel that Gwendolyn was a slave, but hired help (not really that even...just so-much-as that was her job).

The Traveler ask Belrizzo “How did a Nordic woman end up in Scotland? And why do I keep getting a J name with the Scottish lord?”

“Where she is from matters not to the lesson. That answer won’t help with finding the answers you are seeking. Why are we engrossed in names again? Names are not except to humans,” With a defeated look and a heavy sigh, Belrizzo answered. “The Scot’s name is Eoin McColum”.

“What I would do but to get a straight answer from you,” she remarked with rolling eyes.

“The Scot’s name is Eoin McColum,” he replied.

Every travel begins with the first step.....

She felt that she was stagnant in life and she was frustrated with it. She threw the runes for help. They advise that she should grow more spiritually. She turned to her pendulum too, and it gave ‘fate decrees you are not to know/You are not ready’. She had to look closer to herself and learn from it. Crap, how does she do that? She's been attempting that for years through meditation.

It was a self-learned thing. Not long ago she experimented with going deeper and deeper into meditation. She flies through a tunnel, through time and space, and arrives at a floating island. It has a ring of trees around the outside (sometimes they are evergreens, some times deciduous). In the middle is a clearing carpeted in rich grass. Off to one side of the clearing is a stream. It spills over the edge into timelessness. Gracing the center of the island is the largest tree. She always refers to it as ‘the ancient’. She doesn't know why, it just seemed like a good idea. Like the trees around the edge of the island, the species of tree is subject to change. This is her place. She goes here to get rid of negativeness and all around bad ju-ju. She follows a ritual when she arrives, then relaxes, and returns to her normal life.

One time she arrived and there was someone there. She didn't recall what he looked like, she just recalled the overwhelming sense of annoyance, her annoyance. This someone followed her and kept chanting two words “Spirit Guide. Spirit Guide. Spirit Guide”. She wasn’t able to engage in her ritual, and seeing that she wasn’t going to have peace, she returned to contemplate why someone was on HER island.

She filled the bathtub with warm water and bath salts. Then she lit the four candles. After saying a prayer to the Divine for protection and guidance, she began to meditate.

Finding the consciousness’ tunnel of light, she allowed her spirit to fly up through it. She arrived at her small clearing. The center was graced by a large Cedar tree this time. Slightly to the side flowed her stream. She could smell the evergreens and the decomposing leaves and needles. This was comforting. There was a slight breeze, just enough to tease her hair. Here, she followed her ritual. She concentrated on gathering the darkness/negativeness within her to a center point at her solar plexus. When it had gathered she pulled it out, and through the black ball into the stream. It dissolved, looking like a living, dark smoke within the water, and the stream carried it away.

She turned and waited. Concentrating on meeting her Spirit Guide. She asked “Is my Spirit Guide here?” She saw him standing at the edge of the clearing with his arms open in welcome. At this time her soul cried out “BELRIZZO” and she was blinded by a flash of light. All she saw was white, all she smelled was white, all she heard, felt, tasted was white. She was white. She felt shock, extreme happiness, recognition, like greeting a loved one that has miraculously come back to life. The feeling was too intense and as a result she was jerked out of meditation.

After regaining control, she concentrated on breathing and returning to the right mind set. It didn’t take long. Back in the Cedar Meadow she saw him still standing there. She turned and ran toward her Spirit Guide, who enveloped her in a huge hug. He kissed the top of her head. She felt like she belonged here. Warm, comfortable, no negativeness at all.

“Hello,” She said.

He replied with a nod, and she got a positive feeling.

“Are you my Spirit Guide?” She asked.

Again a nod.

“Is your name Belrizzo?”

Again a nod.
She stepped back to look at him. She couldn’t make out exactly what she was looking at, so she asked him “Can I see you?”
A hansom man appeared. Finely muscled, but not grotesquely ripped. He had a finely chiseled face with a small clef in his chin. His hair was light brown with highlights and was around shoulder length. His eyes were, blue? He was perfect, too perfect. He wore a simple toga.




“Are you my only Spirit Guide?” She asked him.

“No.”
“How many do I have?”
“3.” He replied as he placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the stream. There within a crab pot was a crab. He was a large crab, colored blue, tan, and pink/red. He had one large pincher.
“Are you one of my Spirit Guides?” she asked the crab.
“Yes.”
“What is your name?”


“Atum,” the crab answered. “Stay the right track.”



A dragon head, resembling that of the Chinese dragon costumes came flying at her, right at her face. There wasn't a negative/panicked feeling, but she did pull back a little from meditation while telling the dragon head that no negative spirits were allowed here, only light, only my Guides.


She turned back to Jason and started to ask him questions.
“Can I meet my other Spirit Guide?”
“No. You are not ready.”


“Did I know you in a different life?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered with a smile on his face. Here he proceeded to show her an Asian man and women running hand in hand. They both wore pointed straw hats. Her legs felt constricted, so she must have had a dress on. Her feet were getting wet, so she had either saddles, or no shoes at all. They were running up the incline of a slight hill. All around them was green rice fields. The sky was dark and bombs were exploding in the air. The explosions would light up the sky just enough to catch a glimpse of the smoke trails left from the exploding bombs. She sensed fear and panic. The man pulled the woman close and kissed her.


“Are you my soul-mate?” She asked him.
He was silent for a long minute and told her “yes.”
“What can you tell me about my relationship with my earthly husband?”
“I can tell you that it is destined to end.”
“Should I get a divorce?”
“No. You are with him for a reason. You must fulfill that reason.”
“Will I ever find the love that I am looking for, that I deserve?”
“Not in this life time, you will not,” he answered slowly shaking his head no.
“Were am I spiritually and how can I grow in that area?”
Belrizzo told her “You already know that answer. You have to look within yourself, then you will recognize. Listen for me in your dreams.”


She called an end to the meeting and returned to herself. She would love to stay and converse with them for longer, but that will come with practice. Next time she will talk to him about where she is spiritually and how she can grow more in that area. she feels she need guidance in this area, she has looked at herself, but was still left feeling bereft. Maybe sometime soon she will meet her other Spirit Guide too.
It then dawned on her. “I traveled! I traveled! I'm a traveler!”