Speaking With the Bound One, Part 4

The next step in my work with Fenrir is hard to explain.  Not the actual spirit-work, but how I got to this point with it.  There's a ton of personal stuff that went on that I'd rather not put into specific words, but that I've alluded to in previous posts, and it all happened toward the end of last summer.  That's a huge time gap from the last time that I'd dealt with Fenrir directly, and there's a reason for that....

Speaking With the Bound One, Part 3

I'm overdue in getting back into chronicling this, but here goes.

After what I discussed in the previous post, not a whole lot changed for a while.  I want to say it was about three years before I resumed my training with the Bound One in the caves.  There was some insecurity and trepidation involved, to be sure.  I was unclear as to why I felt drawn to Fenrir and why I felt this certainty that understanding Fenrir was the key to understanding my own issues, when every other meditation was cautioning me of the dangers.  I eventually broke down when I hit a low point in my life after my grandmother's passing, and was having difficulty finding work and getting a start on my college education.  That whole situation was a ticking time bomb in my life in the first place, but that's what happens when you sacrifice five years of your time to help someone else; resentment and anger are quick to follow, and for me, where there was anger, there was the Bound One.