This is going to be a journal about any and all things Rodnovery, including myths and my encounters with the gods (or bogs) or magic.
This was something in the back of my mind but yesterday Azazel told me to work in the Slavic paradigm because my slavic ancestors blood call out within me. So I began to read so much. I purchased an idol and one in a series of books that teach about the Slavic Way. I am expecting that package in February, it’s being shipped from Ukraine.
Last night, when I was trying to sleep I do what I normally do and settle my breathing and visualize myself going down a ladder. But, tonight something happened and I involuntarily travelled. I saw the world tree separting Prav above and Nav below from Yav. I went to it to climb up the tree and go to Praz. But, instead, a large tongue wrapped itself around me and pulled me into the caves entering Nav. With me wholly in Nav I saw a monstrous creature, but I wasn’t afraid, many things can shapeshift in Rodnovery.
And the creature let me go and transformed into a person with a pitch black beard wearing a Bull skin on his head.
“Veles” I said as I dropped to my knees. And I begin to cry.
“Yes, it is I. Are- are you crying?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just so overwhelmed with emotion right now.”
“Yes, well I am glad you have finally heard our call, we wish to gather all of our Volkhvs before they’re snatched away from us by other systems.”
“I’m a Volkhv?” (Authors Note: A Volkhv is a priest in Rodnovery, they were the ones who were able to enter the domain of the bogs. They were able to foretell the future as well as many other magical powers. Since Veles is the Bog of Magic, among other things, he is kind of a patron for Volkhvs.)
“Yes, and we have much work to do. Continue learning, continue practicing, we’ll meet together soon.”
And then the scene disappeared, I was once again greeted by the darkness of the night, with renewed purpose and relentless desire for more.