What Is Real Anymore?
My world just made a dramatic high speed lane change yesterday. I’m not sure who to believe within my family anymore. Down is up, up is down; dogs and cats living together. Its mass hysteria!
I received my DNA test results from Ancestry.com yesterday and I found out that I’m not even German. Not only have my mother’s relatives misinformed me, now it’s clear that my dad’s relatives are just as clueless.
Here are the breakdown results of the test. Clearly my DNA makeup is dominated by Great Britain, followed by a small percentage of Scandinavian and mixed other regions. Hell I even have 1% of African DNA. My family really needs to take a DNA test as well so their heads can get pulled out of their asses.
This is the breakdown of my genetic makeup. It is 79% certainty that I’m from Great Britain. So I guess I will have to trade off my altar to Thor and Odin for a sacred grove to the Morrigan? Of maybe the Green Man?
I wish my dad and grandfather were still around so I could rub this little nugget of truth in their faces. I can hear them rolling over in their graves. Haha, who was messing around on the side? I guess I will never know.
I’m still trying to understand this part of the breakdown. So if I have +/- 79% genetic makeup from the Great Britain Region, and the typical name has only 60%, does that make me more British than the British living in Great Britain? Hell, I might have royal blood in me. Can you say King Ralph?
I do have +/- 5% Scandinavian DNA, but is that enough to get me into Valhalla? I’m kinda bummed since this really defeats the purpose of me continuing this blog. Maybe I should do some meditation to Odin to see if he will grant me some wisdom.
To those who actually read the Squirrel Edda blog, I would like to know your thoughts. Should I keep the blog rolling along? Or maybe change the name and add new material on the Celtic gods? I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do yet. Leave your comments in the comments section below. Until that time.