Here's a song I wrote for Odin nearly a year ago; I've only just had the motivation to post it up. Any ways, it follows a walking beat (I'd try and describe the song to go with it, but it'd probably sound confusing. I'd be better off making a recording later and putting it up later).

The Wanderer walks down a lonely road,
Gathering stories yet to be told.
As the darkness falls and the wind begins to call,
He follows the only road he's even known;
The lonely, wandering, traveller's road.  

As mountains rise; reaching ever blue skies,
The horizon stretches on, and the trail still leads beyond.
With a fur cloak wrap, and his ever wide brimmed hat,
Looks on with one good eye, and the wolves begin to cry.  

But he keeps walking down the ever winding road;
The lonely, wandering, travellers road.  

As his good friend, Thunder, laughs from up above,
And his dark feathered ravens being to hove.
While his blood brother, Fire, smiles and warms his hands,
Like a ship he's never sure, quite where he will land. 

But he keeps walking down the ever winding road;
The lonely, wandering, travellers road. 

No companions, only shadows, who come in tow,
With the traveller on the winding road. 

The lonely wanderer on the endless road.

Root Chakra TLC?

After my shower something grabbed my attention and it basically said I needed to start looking after my body. So I raided my makeup drawer without really thinking on it and started to rub in body moisturiser all over my legs and body; also while worrying about how I was going to do my night meditation with all this junk all over my skin that could possibly block out things. But I kept going, nodding when it said to pay attention to my feet, which I did after I'd finished the rest of me.

It was only when I was done rubbing it into my skin and was massaging the soles of my feet that I realised I was giving some serious TLC to my root chakra. I then another message that basically said this:
'You need to cleanse yourself for what's going to happen next. You've been collecting too much bad energy from everything around you, even from the ground you've been walking on.  So we're starting from the very beginning, bottom to top, roots first.'
Then I got the notion that I'll be moving on to other parts of my body or chakras as time goes on.

After that, I threw on my slippers to make my way to my bed (it felt like I needed to keep my feet off the floor directly for a while), got out some incense and am now away to try and meditate for a bit on what the hell this master plan is.

Mum had been watching some video on Youtube about a celeb's suicide (sorry, I didn't catch whose) and I stood around as they interviewed some of his famous friends. 

They were at what looked like a fancy dinner (an award show maybe) in tuxs, saying things to the camera like 'he was such a nice bloke', 'was always happy', 'it's a shame he's gone' etc.

I thought that was a bit rich them saying that, while at some sort of party which they were happily enjoying without sparing their friend a thought. Even in their eyes you could see it didn't look like they were even grieving his death one little bit.

'People have only nice things to say after they're dead.'
"Harsh, Lokes." I went upstairs for a bit, thought about what he said, then asked, "Did that comment have something to do with Balder by any chance?"
'......Perhaps.' and off he went. What a bundle of sunshine he is.

Stalker Ravens?

Sigyn's flowers finally bit the dust last night; the newest buds were still a lovely pale lilac colour, but  the stems were withering at points so they simply drooped over. I kept the white flowers, with the tiny buds though.
This morning I took the dying flowers out to a newly planted tree on the side of our road and placed them there at the base. When I reached my bus stop, I looked back, only to find two ravens hopping around the pavement near the remains. They must have thought it was food.
Still, I still can't help the instant feeling that they're really Muninn and Huginn, Odin's ravens. Whenever I'm leaving an offering, thinking about the gods, or something generally related to them, I always see two ravens flying about - could be coincidence, but I can't help but think that maybe Odin's keeping an eye on me... literally.
I KID, SIR, I KID! ...That's wasn't very tactful, sorry.

I also seem to be having problems with my back, probably from the amount of filing I had to do at work yesterday; I was hunched over my chair for five hours straight. Now I've got this knot near my shoulder blade (oddly, it also feels like its on my side, under my left arm) which grinds every time I try to breathe.
It was hard last night to do my meditation (I've started doing it at night, before bed) as the pain was more in line with my spinal cord, but not only hurting when I breathed, but pulsing/twitching a bit.
I can only hope that lying down will somehow ease the pain enough to carry on tonight.

Loki loves whiskey

I think Loki's been egging me on lately to get him some booze.
Last night I'd pulled out a small glass and a shot glass without even thinking about it. Shrugged it off I decided that I'd pour some wine for Sigyn and a shot for Loki. As I turned, there was an open bottle of whiskey on the counter that I hadn't noticed before.
"Right, ok then." and poured him his glass and took them upstairs (I keep a small bottle of wine for Sigyn in my cupboard).
When I placed his shot on to his altar, something fell off a table on the otherside of the room.
Okay then! Hello Loki, here's your booze - enjoy!

I've been giving Loki and Sigyn free rein over my music; and for the past half hour I've been lying on my bed while Loki's been playing with my ear and choosing slow, soothing songs on my iTunes.
Feeling pretty relaxed and sleepy, I asked him to choose another after that.

The song then ends, and Electric Six's 'Danger! High Voltage' comes on.

Way to ruin the mood, dear.

Update:
Since typing that last part, he's played 'The Bed Intruder Song' (hide yo kids, hide yo wife) and 'I Want To Be A Hippy' by Technohead (which I downloaded when I first met Loki because we both thought it was funny).

I'm sick of hearing other people looking at women in the street and only seeing flaws, flaws, flaws in how they look.

I'm sick of sitting in the bus and hearing girls next to me talking about guys who have been disgusted over the fact they have big thighs, or small breasts or because they don't bikini wax (and thus not making themselves look like little children down there).

I'm sick of women feeling ashamed over how they look because the world has this strict criteria of what makes a women beautiful and what doesn't.

Everyone, especially men, needs to seriously wake up and realize that this big idea of how women should look is a load of crap. What give you right to tell a women that SHE must change her appearance to check the boxes that society has set in place. Why must she lose weight to become beautiful? Why must she get a boob job to be beautiful? Why does she have to dumb herself down to be beautiful? Why does she have to wear six inch heels, a tiny skirt and a strap top with the neck ending at her mid drift to be beautiful? Why does she have to show all and offer herself up like some sort of prize pony to be beautiful?

When Marilyn Monroe was alive, she was roughly a size 16 (US size 12) and men were falling at her feet. Yet today, men are disgusted by the thought of a women who is that same size. When did being curvy be a bad thing?: When the world one day decided it was. Same goes for being intellectual and free thinking - one day it was treasured, then the next it's something grotesque and undesirable.

If a man wants a women - who is slim, blonde haired, blue eyed, submissive, who'll dress up in the latest fashion for him and will cling to his arm as his trophy until he gets bored and throws her away for a new one - then he can go to the shops and buy a fucking Barbie doll.

/rant