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.
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 ...
(Artwork by Andrey Shishkin) The Nine Realms I am a traveler, stopping ‘ere the way. Come, sit, I shall tell you of the sights- I have seen and the lessons I learned from each stay. For the dreaming of the Realms lives inside each one of us- And such magical doors we all must learn to unlock. Through the might of deeds, a magic in us grows; With each door to the Realms we wish to know. I have seen the great spires of Ljosaflheim, Adorned with the splendour of kings- And bright tapestries woven by heroic minds. I have walked the markets and enflowered gardens, Where the Great Ingvi Freyr treads. Blithely he strides among the greening way, Pausing to ask a stranger stop and stay. While hearing of all they have seen in other realms. For the Lord of the Vans carries within him; The power to impart, all who wish to learn of a hospitable heart. For the key to this realm is to aid the heart of Man In word and deed to support the Divine Masculi...
(Image: Odin's Eye by Raidho) Hávamál 1 Gáttir allar áðr gangi fram um skoðask skyli, um skyggnast skyli, því at óvíst er at vita hvar óvinir sitja á fleti fyrir. Gáttir - gate allar - everyone áðr - heretofore, already gangi - a going, walking, Fram - forward um - around skoðask - to look after Skyli - shelter um - around Skyggnast - keen of sight, psychic Skyli - shelter því - because at - at Óvíst - (óvinr ) enemy, foe er -is at - at Vita - To wit, have sense, be conscious hvar - where Óvinir - (óvinr ) enemy, foe sitja - sits á - at Fleti - rooms, benches Fyrir - before Translation: When you are walking forward Through the gate Look around with your earthly eyes Look around with your Wyrd eye Because you never know where your Enemy sits before you in the Hall. A great devotional practice to the Gods is turning your mind towards translating the lore from its original language. So much gets lost in translation an...