Vikings.

I started watching the Netflix series.

Do You know the one I mean?

The main character He's really handsome.

What I would describe as a Man.

Not just physically, but energetically too.

A Warrior.

Maybe a little brash sometimes.

And violent.

But something I have been reflecting on is this...

I'm wondering if it's Man's true nature to fight.

To defend.

To protect.

To rise when something threatens what He loves.

He fights for His territory. His Woman. His family.

It's instinctual. Primal. Older than words.

Observed in the animal kingdom too.

In Lions, Wolves, Stags locking antlers.

They don't negotiate their worth.

They stand for it.

And when You zoom out...

You see it across centuries.

Across continents.

Across cultures.

Men fighting.

Turning combat into ceremony.

Tradition.

Sport.

Even entertainment.

Paying money to watch two Men fight until one can't stand anymore.

Why?

What are We witnessing?

What part of Us leans in?

Somehow, part of Me resonates.

"Let them" is what I hear in my Spirit.

Let them be what They are.

Let them do what They came here to do.

I watch Vikings and notice that the Archetype of the Warrior is many things.

Not just brute force.

But honour.

Loyalty.

Sacred Duty.

A devotion that runs so deep it becomes kind of poetry.

There's rage, yes.

But there's also tenderness. A hidden softness only revealed to the ones They protect.

A code.

A rhythm.

A flavour of masculinity that feels ancient and remembered.

And I suppose thats why I'm captivated.

Not by the violence.

But by the truth of it.

The nature of it.

The purpose inside.

Because maybe Man's instinct to fight is not about destruction.

Maybe it's about devotion.

Maybe it's about love taking up a sword.

Maybe it's about purpose meeting the knife edge.

And maybe, somewhere inside Me, is a part of my own Feminine remembering the ancient dance.

The Warrior and The Witness.

The Protector and the One who is worth protecting.