My name is Nathan, but I prefer to be known as Dalugnir, Nathaniel and Rathenmedus, in that order of preference. This is a recreated profile from the previously gagged profile, Navorus.
I love to draw, play video games and I play Magic The Gathering, both physically and on the free program, XMage.
I offer services for Tarot readings and I may provide my services for you, but only after some ideas about Tarot are cleared up and I lay down some ground rules;
1. Tarot is not a tool for foreseeing the future or telling you when you're going to die.
Tarot is a tool that is used to explore your inner self and desires. Occasionally the plans of the divine can be seen through it in the broader sense, but it's not going to tell you specific details of your future. It will help you along the way and may even prepare you for some bumps, but this is not a clear cut, predict the future tool.
2. Tarot is not a tool to be taken lightly.
Even if you do not believe in the powers at be, I'd be willing to bet you understand psychology. Just because you do not believe in a reading or don't consider what it tells you, your mind is at work dissecting it. If you're not careful, you'll end up making predictions true by manner of a placebo. Consider the reasons carefully for why you need a reading done for you; if it's something you can answer yourself or if you need some divine help. Relax. We've all been there and they are there for us.
3. Please, please, PLEASE, do not tell me the intent of your reading.
Certain readers get into long discussions or knowledge beforehand about what they're looking for, but in my practice, I believe it cheats the system and can make an unbalanced reading. Giving me information I don't require will make my mind see things in the cards that may or may not have true merit. I do not need to know your reasons, your friends or family or your life situations or what-have-you. The less I know, the better for us and the more impartial it becomes, which makes it more honest. I am not saying it is the wrong way to do it, but in my case, I prefer to let the cards do the talking.
4. My preferred method of reading is the 10 card spread, though I am studying and learning the different methods.
I prefer readings to be hosted either by Facebook messages or through my chat site where I have plenty of leeway to speak to you and save such messages. Through mail is also fine, though I find it's best when we're both actively focusing on it. If you want me to do a different spread, let me know beforehand.
5. I am not obligated to give you a reading.
At any time I choose, I can discontinue my affiliation with you. In general, I like to think I'm a nice guy, but the following things will cause you to not get a reading.
****Disrespecting me or people on the site.
****Giving too much information. I explain above.
****You do not exhibit proper etiquette in conversation.
****If your first message is dealing with the Tarot, unless I like you, I will probably not give a reading. I am a person, not a vending machine. I would like people to put forward effort to get to know each other or at least shoot the breeze first.
****Having no patience; if you expect a reading in ten minutes or you start assaulting my mail box with questions of where your reading is, I will drop you. Reading Tarot is a process and takes a lot out of me. Be patient. A reading typically takes between an hour and an hour and a half for me to complete and write. Occasionally life decides rear it's ugly head. Your understanding is greatly appreciated.
Aside from my spiritual life, I hope to make a career one day of writing books and poems. I love to cook and have fancied the idea of making a recipe book at some point. But not just cook mind you, I practice Frankenstein-isms in the kitchen >;D , demented concoctions of ingredients, flavors and other things that not necessarily should be mixed. Some of them come with amazing results...others, well, I enjoy them usually, but I can't say the same for my guinea pigs.
I'm always open to making new friends, preferably not enemies if at all avoidable, unless it's in philosophical debates, then have at me. I tend to get very protective for those I call my family and friends, sometimes to an extreme. Blood is everything to me and it's worth it to me to protect.
I'm 6 feet tall, my favorite food is just about anything that tastes good, my musical tastes bleed between metal, rock, jazz, electronic and folk. In the Chinese Zodiac, I'm a Water Monkey, Cancer for the Greek Zodiac which also makes my birth element Water, Ruby for my birth stone, Larkspur my flower and my birth tree is Holly. If there's anything else you want to know about me, there's a bio below, and if I deem you have the security clearance to know, message me about it.
Otherwise, stop creeping on my page! Blessed be, namaste, au vedere che, au revoir and good-bye!
For the last year, I've been focusing a very spiritual path that has segregated me from most of my previous influences, such as my family who could not adapt to who I was becoming and old friends I thought were close but began to distance themselves from me, one by one, until I now only have a close-knit web of people I trust. My path started me as a Reformed Christian, hearing the voice of Christ after a psychotic break from watching The Bible series.
I was depressed, an alcoholic and hated everyone and everything in this world, including myself. I tossed Christianity to the curb when I was very young, blaming God for taking away my mother when I was only eleven years old. I fell hard into negativity. When I heard God speaking to me in my pain that day, I was almost admitted into a psychiatric ward.
I could barely work, talk or think for two days, until a very close, spiritual brother pulled me out of it. Long story short, I converted again and got my life on track, but it wasn't long before him and I were at odds. Learning the ways of Christianity and wanting to help him as he helped me, I would calmly confront him on things that he, or in some cases we, were openly disobeying to a heinous degree.
Each time this happened, we would explode into arguments and he would claim that I didn't understand the Bible as well enough as he did and that he was beyond reproach. It quickly became a realization that not only was he here to bring back to a good path, but he was also put on my path to show me the kind of person I was NOT supposed to become. I found myself spending a lot of my free time doing volunteer work at an old world, multicultural shop where I became good friends with the owners.
It wasn't long before we had intense, though enlightening and hilarious, debates and conversations about the differences in our religions and it began to become apparent that other religions had more similarities than I previously thought. I had always been aware of this, but I never took the time to truly understand it. Then, it happened.
A symbol invaded my mind. It wasn't harsh, but my mind didn't make it on it's own; a sword paired between Vs. As much as I searched, I could not locate that special symbol, until one day, in a game of Pathfinder no less, the very symbol revealed itself in the form of a sigil used by a warrior Goddess, daughter to the main light deity of the realm. It was a comparison to Athena, I now realize, but finding it perplexing and somewhat frightening to have this happen, I leaned on my friend from the store, whom I knew was an expert on these things.
He opened up to me about the realities of energies and the spirit world and that this was a sign that something was starting. He advised to take offerings to one of our closest sacred sites, an old rock labyrinth, pray and walk it for answers. I did so and with careful instruction, I had also decided to visit the beach near to where I live to cleanse myself. It was here that a distinct and recognizable voice had thundered in my mind. There was no question to ask. I knew and felt that it was Poseidon.
I felt genuine fear, because as a haughty Christian, I had used this place to perform my first, informal baptism for a friend and, privately in foolish pride, I had openly challenged the Pagan deities, I believe even calling him by name. In this moment, it was very, very real and he knew who I was. He demanded me to tell him a reason why he should allow me to bathe myself for blessing.
I could do nothing but offer what little apology I could and an oath that I would do better in his name. He grudgingly accepted it and told me to lower my hands to the water and wait for the tide to recede. I would douse the water in my hands on myself over my head and it would be his blessing. No sooner than I had placed my hands as instructed and allowed the tide to recede, did a massive wave breach that shore and splash wholly into my being, drenching from my lower torso and legs.
I remember him laughing, telling me to do it again and to be gone. I could not deny what had occurred and it happened once again at the labyrinth, making it to the center and moved back out before Athena appeared in my mind's eye, alongside the Goddess I read in my book, Mayaheine, but was silent and I felt she was there as more of a reminder than anything of how I discovered her. Athena's energy and thoughts were forefront.
She laid claim to me, but she gave me a stern and told me, what at first appeared to be an angry condition, that I could not be a Christian any longer. She left shortly after I completed the circuit of the labyrinth and I remember violently shaking, in fear of breaking again. I called upon the help of my friend again and I met him at his house to discuss what occurred. The other store owner, a wise woman, heard what I didn't and enlightened me.
She believed that it was not so much as a command to give up on Christianity, something that in my being is simply not possible, but a statement that I'm just not a complete Christian anymore, that I was something totally different now. She believed that Athena would not ask so blindly of a request from a person who needed the support of Christ in his life, that it did not fit her personality and so that there had to be an ulterior meaning.
After months of meditation, attending church for a few, last times and being tutored by my friend, whom also led me to Cunningham's books, I realized that statement was true. I cannot turn my back on Christ, but I cannot do so to Poseidon or Athena now either. Those three are as equally real to me as anything I've experienced and with my connections to the Earth, and Gaia as a result, growing, I've come to terms with the idea that there is no true name for what I am. No simple label and in truth, I hate labels very much.
All people want to do is this day and age is ask for one shred of detail and they think that they can categorize you, that they know who you are from a single interaction and no further. No, not me. I cannot provide such information, for I do not even have it myself. I am simply me, living in a relationship with the immense living and breathing entity that is the Theos, my word for the whole of the Divine that means so in Greek, that has shown me many faces and continues to influence my life in everything I do.
I am working to explore the roots of my Native American ancestry from my mother's side, having already a good understanding of the German/Swiss roots from my father. I had never paid attention and with the idea of a growing, spiritual relationship, I can't help but feel a calling to my roots I never explored in my Native American blood.
The true purpose in it has yet to be revealed, but the path I see for now is learning more about the energies personified in nature and to become a shaman through them. I have taken the name Dalugnir, prior to that Navorus and Rathenmedus, as an affirmation to myself that I am changing my identity, my beliefs and how my heart works. I want to be a positive force in the world and not a negative one, like how I used to be and what this world seems obsessed with.