Lately I have been thinking a lot about our martyrs and what they had to endure in the face of the Christian onslaught. To have kept their faith in the old Gods even when threatened with mutilation and death is to me an amazing feat of faith. I often times wonder if I would have the same resolve if faced with a similar situation.
I have also been following very closely the story out of Iran about the Christian Pastor, Youcef Nadarkhani, who was arrested and charged with several crimes, the worst being, under their law, blasphemy for converting to Christianity from Islam. The penalty for this crime against their religion is death. Pastor Nadarkhani has now been incarcerated in Iran since 2009, with a death sentence hanging over his head. The Germans were the last to try to gain a reprieve, and possibly his release, and I am grateful that that nation is trying to help him. Religious freedom should be a right throughout the world, and no one should have to fear persecution for having faith in their Gods no matter which religion they belong to.
All of this I guess is what made me have what felt like a very real dream a few nights ago. The dream started with me preparing my altar for a ritual. Then just as I was pouring mead into a drinking horn there was a loud banging at my front door. I was ordered to open the door immediately ! The police who forced their way in after I opened the door a little to see who it was, wore armbands with Christian crosses on them. One of them grabbed me and forced me up against a wall, while another started to photograph my altars and religious statues. A third man then began to destroy all of my altars and was yelling and cursing about idol worshippers. The man who was holding me punched me a few times, called me a dirty Pagan, and then tied my hands behind my back.
I was ruffed up further at the police station, and then read the charges against me and locked up in a cell. The trial took place quickly, and I was found guilty of crimes against ( Their ) God, and for Idol worshipping. The sentence was death and it was to be carried out at once. I was given one last chance to save myself by the judge. If I signed a paper saying that I would no longer worship the old Gods, was baptized and converted to Christianity, I would be saved. I refused !
I was then whisked out to an enclosed compound with a large tree in it. A rope was thrown over the largest limb, and I was placed beneath it. My hands were tied behind my back, and the rope was placed around my neck and tightened. Six or seven men then pulled on the rope from behind me, and I could feel myself being lifted off the ground, and then swinging back and forth. The last thing I remember before waking up was a taste of blood in my mouth.
This dream scared the living hell out of me, and it took several hours to get back to sleep. Luckily I dreamed no more that night and have not had this dream since. This dream made me wonder if it was a vision of the past or a prediction of the future ? No matter which it was I hope I do not have that nightmare again !
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !