It’s a Pale White Thing

This song has become a favorite if only because it stirs that lizard brain a bit. The singer is so fair as to be translucent. And I thought I was pale…

The words? Eternal in aspect. The Norse have a way about them and we ought to remember that “all the gods are one God and there is one initiator”. Why else the commonalities among all religions? I’ve always been comforted to find the similarities – a line of stories that wended its way through centuries and lands, hands and mouths, even if corrupted to meet the political needs of men along the way.

“The raven still knows if I fall.”  The Morrigan misses little. She has always been my mascot. A friend said they do not fear death but the dying – the unknown manner of farewell. That seems reasonable to me – I do know a few ways I hope to not experience. And I have dreamt a few so very intensely that I wonder, sometimes, whose death it was.

Ah, well, perhaps a somber post but not intended as such – rather, I am in a kind of…transition – the death of an old life and a rebirth, of sorts. It is an interesting section of this entire…journey.

The path to Hel

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Who shall sing me,
Into deathsleep sling me,
When I on the path to Hel go,
And this track I tread
Is cold, so cold, so cold.
I sought the songs,
I sent the songs.
Then the deepest well
Gave me tears so harsh
From the Slain-father’s pledge.
I know everything, Odin,
To whom you gave your eye.
Who shall sing me,
Into deathsleep sling me,
Whence I on the path to Hel go,
And this track I tread
Is cold, so cold, so cold.
Early or in the day’s end,
The raven still knows if I fall.
Once you stand at the gate to Hel
And when you have to tear free,
I shall follow you
Over Gjallarbrú with my song.
You will be free from the bonds that bind you,
You are free from the bonds that bound you!
“Cattle die,
Friends die,
So, too, must you die.
Though one thing
Never dies;
The fair fame one has earned.
Cattle die,
Friends die,
So, too, must you die.
I know one,
That never dies;
Judgement of a dead man’s life

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