Chapter 1- The beginning journey
The beginning of this journey starts with saying, I was not always a Norse pagan. So let’s begin this journey to how I became a Norse pagan. Growing up in a household full of Christians and everything, that was all I knew of, as a young child always going to church on Sunday with my grandmother and also on Sunday nights, I thought it was awesome as a child, the people I went to church with were amazing people I had met and grew up with some the best people I ever knew. Now we move into getting older and starting to realize that the church I went to as a child was no longer fun and was starting to realize it wasn’t for me, so I moved away from that church I went to as a child with my grandmother and converted to catholic, I remained a catholic for almost two years, after about two years of being catholic I started to realize it wasn’t for me either, to me that became the worst part of being Christian because they were the worst at damning people for there sins, so I walked away from it. Now at this point in life I was depressed and lonely and felt I had no purpose of life being here. It was about a month before my eighteenth birthday, I was still very depressed and felt alone in this world and felt as if I had no purpose. I was sitting outside one day looking into the sky and looking at the trees near by and listening to the birds wishing I had there sense of purpose that they did, no sooner than I had thought that, I looked and there sat two black ravens on a power line staring at me, at that moment I realized what I had been missing in my life. I began to research two black ravens and what it meant, and the first thing that came to me while researching was the Norse religion, and as soon as I read that it was like a powerful being had touched my mind and soul, I knew then that this was my path to take.