The Valkyrie
I’ve recalled it time and time again that I am frustratingly, seemingly unbreakable when it comes to heartache. Falling in line with my human ways, there’s a need to find patterns or comparisons, and to make sense of things. Even if those things are my own ways, like now. Lately I’ve been waiting, and wondering why straw keeps stacking but my back just won’t break. It takes some reflection and review of a few proverbs to provoke some rationale.
Woman is by nature a shaman.
-Chukchee proverb
Yes, I am a true Daughter of Aries. Fiery, sharp, and passionate. Strong-willed and steadfast. Meant to lead, wage wars, and conquer whatever I decide to.
But I am also The Healer. Introspective, empathetic, and reasonable. Aiming to bring peace to those who suffer, to raise those who have fallen, and to love whole heartedly.
Marrying these two concepts narcissistically brings to mind the Valkyrie. A fierce warrior in spirit, but a merciful guide in practice. Raising the honorable dead from the battlefield to their eternal, peaceful home once they’ve served through pain and sacrifice.
My lesson to learn from applying the Valkyrie lore to my own personality, though, is that the Valkyrie doesn’t first die; she is born as the death-harboring angel she is. She doesn’t have to feel herself rise in order to know how to raise others, her talent is Gods-given.
This can justify how I can continually be beaten down, and often tire, but never fully break of emotion. My kind are not meant to be heartbroken; it’s not the way.
It is, however, my way to feel and care for those who are. To heal them, to raise them. Potentially becoming an emotional, warlike magic that extends beyond the necessity of heartbreak to learn to heal. I am therefore connected and attracted to the wounded, the fucked up, the tortured.
No one will come to comfort me; I’m meant to exude that energy, not consume it.
(I may also be talking nonsense again, but it’s worth stretching my wings and embracing this new theoretical mentality, right?)
~ M
