There is a strong emphasis on male and female energies at the moment…..the male and female aspects of ourselves will be challenged and seeking balance. We all have male and female energies within us and are trying to find a positive expression of both. We can carry a lot of unconscious programming about what we think male and female roles are and therefore how we should be. It can cause conflict within ourselves if we try to fulfil stereotypes rather than being our original selves. We all fight, we all do battle, outwardly or inwardly. Do we battle with ourselves or others? Are we battling with a sword or with our tongues? We can also all be nurturers and need to start with ourselves and then we can nurture others too. This week, I read an article (link at end) saying it is now thought that half of the Viking Warriors were female, not male. “Previously researchers had misidentified skeletons as males simply because they were buried with their swords and shields and female remains were identified by their oval brooches, and not much else”. Stereotypes, assumptions and customary methods that went unchallenged led to major misidentification and further fed stereotypes. What we see we filter through belief systems, customs, generalisations, habits and even instinct before we form our opinion.
Fast forward on a few weeks and I was following with great interest my brother’s trip to Denmark. Although we are English, Steve married a Cardiff lass and his second son is a talented footballer. Despite our strong English streak and national pride, we were all delighted to hear that Tom had been picked to represent his nation – Wales!! Steve was determined to make the trip to Denmark for his first cap and game, come what may.
It certainly wasn’t straightforward with flights but he worked it out and decided to stay on for a couple of days to research the family tree. Our great great grandfather, we knew, had come over from Copenhagen so we are partly (an eighth!) Danish! It was an opportunity to visit addresses linked to our ancestors and fill in gaps on the family tree.
The day of the football match was the day Mercury went direct. So it was virtually at a standstill. But you can’t rearrange an international football match on that basis! The arrangements were already complicated for Steve, having to fly from one airport and back into another, but Mercury really did its bit on the morning with the plane having a puncture. And as Steve put it;
Well today isn't going to plan. The plane had a puncture and the local Kwikfit didn't have the right size spare. So my flight was cancelled.
New itinerary is below. Three flights visiting most of Northern Europe and hopefully arriving in Aalborg at 17-45. Trouble is, the game kicks off at 17-45 so I may get to see the second half if things go well.
Never mind, I ain't a quitter and I'm not complaining – s**t happens. I will get there even if it's only for the last 5 minutes.
So, many family member’s including myself, watched and followed his progress via technology with baited breath. Would he make it? The team usually isn’t announced until an hour before kick-off so he didn’t know if Tom would be starting. That would be an amazing result for him, but potentially disappointing for Steve if he missed the beginning. If Tom came on as s substitute later on in the game he might just get to see it. We suggested he abandoned trying to pick up his hire car and get a taxi straight to the game to save time.
First flight Ok, waiting for the second. That seemed to be on schedule and we saw it had taken off on time. I was not only checking the airports’ arrivals and departures but also my astrology program, looking at Mercury. It was at a standstill. I was also confused, various websites gave differing times for the kick-off and I couldn’t quite fathom how it all worked with the time difference. Was the game quoted in BST or local time? In the midst of trying to get my head around this my daughters Fathomed it out and said that they thought the game was in BST and of course the flight arrival was in local time ---an hour different! So he had an hour to get from the airport to the game, including buying his ticket!
Thankfully this leg went perfectly and I messaged Steve with our thoughts and he said he had suddenly realised himself during the flight. And what had also happened during the flight? Mercury went direct!! Confusion instantly erased and everything went very smoothly from that and Steve got to the game on time, in time to see Tom take the field for his first International cap for Wales. Very proud Dad time! Oh, and the result was pretty good, a nil-nil draw and a much appreciated clean sheet for a very happy young Welsh defender.
The following day, Steve drove 250 miles to Copenhagen to begin the ancestral delvings. However, and even more synchronicitously, this is part of his second post;
Sitting on the final plane journey I got talking to a Danish guy. When I explained what I was doing and said my ancestors were called Hoy and came from Bornholm he immediately said "Then you are a Viking". Apparently Hoj as it is in Danish is a very old name believed to derive from the Norse " haugr". Its literal translation is hill, mound or burrow but apparently all the Viking burial mounds in Denmark are called hojs.
So we are Vikings!! See, I knew it, must be why that post caught my attention in the first place and wouldn’t go away!
Here’s the link to the article on female Viking warriors
Better Identification of Viking Corpses,Reveals: Half of the Warriors Were Female