>I was camping the other night and got a drunk.
>I dozed off a bit near the fire
>Woke up suddenly and there's a dude leaning on a tree.
>red beard, kinda built
>jumped up and he was gone in flash
>spooked the shit out of me & started looking around frantically.
>grab my camp hatchet for protection.
>a little time goes by and nothing much else happens
>get this urge to write
>grab my notebook from my pack
>write this:
"Thus the Thunderer spoke:
"Long have I been with you, my people.
Long have I been your protector - your guardian.
I have given you strength and spirit to forge on during
the harshest of times and in the most severe of circumstances.
Even when you turned your backs on me to follow a weak martyr-god so that
that you might 'inherit the earth', I watched over you and granted my
strength to you. Because you are my people, I did not turn my back
on you.
When the barbarians and desert riders were at your gates it was I
that stood alongside you. And together we repelled that force.
But of late your conduct has been such that I can no longer recognize
you as the folk who once stood so proud in battle. You no longer
respect any god - nor do you seem to respect yourselves.
Your men act as women and cowards - weeping with fear and shame. Too
afraid have you become stand up for yourselves that, once again, barbarians are
at your gates yet you do nothing. You allow your women to be raped and you kill your
own children because it is the easy path.
I no longer know you and you know longer know yourselves.
I am calling to you, Men of the West, to tell you to remember me. Know that I am The Oak. I am The Mountain.
I am The Thunder and the Lightening - I am The Storm. I make that which is barren fruitful and I punish those
that would do evil. When you come to know me, you may begin to remember yourselves.
I am Thunor and you once were my people.
One day, you may be my people once again. "
I really do feel that Thor was speaking through me. The words just kept coming. Almost like automatic writing. After I finished writing I poured out one of my beers into the fire, thanked him, and went to bed.
Believe me or not, it's up to you.