Well, another port… another friend!
No one said that a girl can have a man in every port, but then life can be strange! And who says that the guys can have it all their own way?
However, Jonny Pettersson is distinctly unusual and very different from the fun-loving viking warrior, Thomas Sörensen. Whereas Thomas is very much the ‘lift you up and take you back to his cave’ type (and what’s wrong with that? Nothing, every once in a while!) Jonny is deep, moody and smouldering with a part of him that moves in the shadows of the spirit realm. In short, he is a remnant of the old Viking shaman.
Jonny belongs to a dying breed of man who has turned his back on the mad consumer driven society. He has found solace in a small house in the forest near to Valdemarsvik where he makes artefacts, grows things (sorry, this sailor has blue fingers so I never asked what… I do know that it’s nothing illegal though!).
We chatted for many hours about all things mystical, but the strangest thing was the theme of past lives. This has been a recurring item in the previous posts and I’ll bring it to its final conclusion in this one as it may appear that I’m going crazy (Berserk?). Certainly I feel it explains many events in my life, especially during childhood but these are far too complicated to elaborate on and way too heavy.
Jonny’s lifestyle is a little too basic for me and rooted in the land, but there is a definite appeal in his method, which on the surface may appear latter day hippy. But don’t be fooled by the hair and the style… Jonny is his own man and very much a loner. He has a deep sensitivity and a real understanding of the Norse mysteries (not all that New Age baloney).
Maybe it would be hard to believe, if I told you that he knew I was coming… After all this is a cynical and sensual world we live in, where all sense of the mystical has been either bottled at source and marketed, or disproved by scientists, many of whom are just latter day Inquisition candidates.
My good friend Lucy mentioned in her feedback that my Scandinavian Odyssey seems to be more about people than the actual places. She is correct about this. Quite often I encountered, especially in the Mediterranean, a superficiality that deeply disturbed me and found myself more place oriented; however, Scandinavia has a unique blend of magic and sheer geographical beauty that surpasses anything I have yet experienced in my life of travelling (which is far too much to explain here.)
Can it be that our ancestral gene guides us back to our ‘roots’? Just how much influence does our mind actually have? Why do Jonny and I ‘know’ each other? How can a country you’ve never even visited feel so familiar? No doubt the scientists can explain in their logical, deadpan way… and maybe the lunatic asylums are full of folk like us. Who knows?
This much I do know… Jonny and I will always be friends in more worlds than just this one, and as I sailed seaward back down the fjord from Valdemarsvik, I couldn’t help feeling that I’d unravelled some of the mystery.