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 Garman Lord


Viewing The Gods


Whenever I have seen gods, they have invariably shown themselves to me in
human form. I have never supposed that that was their real form, of course,
and have always assumed, for no particularly good reason, that it was just
their way of making themselves approachable to me. I have also assumed that
some portion of that form was filled in by my own subjective expectations or
imagination, though I can't be sure, since quite often they don't necessarily
look quite like I might have expected. They also quite often don't show up in
any of the cliche ways I might have expected; the closest to expectation I
have ever seen to date was Thunor, who was indeed red-bearded and very burly
and energetic... though his hammer was what seemed to be of a rather unusual
design from what I might have expected, as well as the ways he used it. I
have seen Woden many times, but not always looking the same way, and in fact
I don't remember ever seeing him as one-eyed. I have seen Tiw once, but don't
particularly remember that he was one-handed. I have seen Ing Frea a couple
of times, but don't remember him as ithyphallic. His manner and appearance
struck me more like a smooth mellow good-natured rich-uncle type.
As to goddesses, I have never got more than a glimpse of but one; Lady Freo,
and here there seemed some particularly interesting departures from cliche
images. For one thing, while the gods have always appeared in garb that I
would call "elder-traditional," I have seen Lady Freo variously dressed,
including even in modern-looking garb, which may reflect some usual female
penchant for dress-up, I suppose. It is this experience that especially
inclines me to think that while the appearance of the gods may reflect our
subjective expectations to some degree, they themselves must have some input
into it too. Lady Freo seems more inclined, certainly, to decide for herself
how she wants to put herself together, rather than to rely on me for her
fashion designer.
She in particular has always been full of surprises. Whereas before I ever
met her I might have pruriently expected perhaps some beautifully buff
platinum blonde pneumatic Anna-Nicole-Smith-type centerfold-bimbo, she was
nothing of the kind. The first good look I ever got at her, her hair was
honey-blonde and coifed, her eyes were green, she was wearing a quite
modern-appearing simple brief cocktail-type satiny-green dress, with
elegantly understated gold accessories, she was lithe and limber and slim,
like a dancer, with a very good figure but not at all a full figure, no big
bazooms or anything like that, middling tall, perhaps five-feet-five or -six,
late teens/early twenties, and of course strikingly pretty. Not pretty in any
conventional paper-doll way, however. Sparkling eyes, a quick killer smile,
face and nose a bit long, but shapely, long jaw with an almost feral energy
and animation to it. What seems so magnetically beautiful about her face is
not so much anything about its shape as a certain peculiar immediacy about
it; the animation and expression, the mind and soul behind the eyes, the way
she involves you and your attentions.
At this point, this level of detail may sound more than a bit preposterous,
and yet even there I have always felt that perhaps it was telling me
something. I have never gotten anywhere near as clear an idea of the gods, as
to appearance, as of her, and in Lady Freo's case, since I feel I could
almost paint her portrait from memory, I can only wonder how much of it might
be an aspect of her own nature, and intentional. One has the sense that she
is someone who means to be seen, to be approachable, purposely to fascinate
and be admired wherever she goes, to be "that girl" wherever and whenever she
walks in the door.
When she walked in my door, it was uninvited, which of course does not
necessarily mean unwelcome. She knew I was seeking wisdom and purposely came
to offer it to me, and was very generous about giving it. And the experience
was profound, in more ways than one. Not only was the wisdom mind-boggling in
itself, but the overwhelming sensation of hearing such deep vast lore, so
many thousands of years old, from the pretty mouth of a girl who looks like a
college sophomore, is itself an experience of a kind not soon forgot. On my
own, I had never thought to approach Lady Freo, or known how to do it, but I
daresay in hindsight that that was probably a mistake. Today my impression is
that most any sound heathen can and should approach Lady Freo, surely the
most cunning, most "connective" and humane of goddesses. Only on your best
manners, however; I do have the impression that there are ideas about Lady
Freo common around Asatru that would not be a good basis for approaching her,
and also that she could indeed be a very dangerous goddess if one were to get
on the wrong side of her.