Life is a turning path where every step carries meaning. All things are bound in a living web—people, land, ancestors, and the divine. Through ritual craft, runes, and spirit-work, I try to move in balance between the seen and unseen. Dogma has no home here; integrity does.

By year Fire Horse; by month Aquarius with a Taurus moon. Titles come and go—druid, witch, mystic, seiðr-worker, shaman—but the names I keep are simpler: husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, provider, friend. I claim my birthright as the Alaska Úlfhéðnar, descended from Jens Peterson of Bjergby, Denmark, and Maurice Ó Nuanáin of Lismore, Ireland. Among my elders a name follows me—Fjǫlkunnigr úlfr Norðrsins—the Mystical Wolf of the North.

Hallstatt to Jork to Bjergby to Waterford—the thread holds. My people stood as the Harii, stalled imperial advance, joined the Danes, and carried the Celtic-Norse weave across sea and centuries. Mouth to ear, dream to dream, it reached me.

In winter 2019/2020, a vision affirmed my oath as Úlfhéðnar of Óðinn. With the gift of speaking with the landvættir, long-scattered pieces of my life fell into pattern. What I practice now is a living conversation with land and lineage, the old gods and the everyday world.

The wisdom I’ve gathered is for sharing, not hoarding—helping people find their own way home. My offerings are cultural and spiritual guidance—non-clinical, consent-first, meant to sit beside (not replace) professional care. Sometimes a rite of blessing, sometimes breath and drum, sometimes a quiet conversation that restores trust in one’s own feet.