In the beginning, there was
Neither grass nor growing things.
Only stillness found in Búri's heart.
Then ambling through the mists
Sweet Auðumbla pauses, licks
And what was once ice
Became fire once more.
Ymir In the beginning, there was a space between the primal land of ice (Nifleheimr) and the primal land of fire (Muspelheimr), in that Ginnungagap grew Ymir the first of all giants. His body was so vast that his matter was used to create our known universe, the reality of Midgard. The name Ymir in Old Norse comes from the Proto-Germanic word JUMJAZ (*yum-yaz!*) and from the ProtoIndoEuropean root word yemh, which means "twin". This twin motif could relate to the fact that Ymir was hermaphroditic, a combination of the genders, or also that requires a "Twin" energy. Who would Ymir have as a twin? Could that be the souls that grow within him? The beings that are budding in consciousness within the matrix of his molecular structure? I heard a new age guru say in a video that if we see the universe as chaotic, our life appears to us as chaotic, but if we see the universe as benevolent, that it becomes a benevolent force to us and changes our life. I chuckled thinking ...
Once upon a time, spirits came from the stars in beams of light...they hit this planet infusing consciouness into matter, making life. Cycle after cycle this life grows and seeks to understand itself. A few life forms rise and seek to know more about where life came from...they see the stars and feel they are home....they seek to wake those around them to the souls within thier material form. Many get confused in this journey of knowing. Each of us have a piece of the puzzle and if we can remember that, in a way, all of us are right...if we remember to open our minds to take in everything...we just might grow and heal the divides that happen. When souls get divided from the rest, they slow down and succumb to apathy...the great Isa that buried Buri. It has a spirit...it is a force in this universe. Isa and Dagaz dance in the cosmos. In the end it's not about light or dark or good and evil. It's about fire and ice. Too much fire and we burn and merge with the infinate. Too much ...
To my beautiful child, Long have I sat here by Urd’s well, watching you live your life. Long have I yearned to brush your hair off your brow and kiss you sweetly while you slept. Long have I waited in the shadows to shower you with loving words. As I sit here in the mists of Hel, I long to hear even your gentle breath or your sweet laughter. I have watched every moment of your life. I have cried with you in the nights you felt all alone. I have whispered into the ears of others, urging them to hold you with arms I have not and giving you sweet words with a voices I have not. I have flown into your dreams to encourage you and show you that you are not alone. I have rejoiced with every one of your triumphs and cried with you at every one of your defeats. On the rare times, I can find a person close to you who will allow me to channel my love to you, I shower you with radiant unending love. I can tell you how proud I am of you and how much I am so honored that you came from ...