The Charade

The term “god”, Norse góð, from proto-Nordic *guda, means simply “good”, but the original meaning of the term is “what you conjure” or “what you with spells/sorcery control”. It’s a force of nature that the sorcerer can command (so it’s good [god] for you). A sorcerer was called góði (“god”) and a sorceress gýðja (“goddess”). Any force of nature that the sorcerer/sorceress could conjure was a “god/goddess”.

The deities were named according to their attributes or their powers, their function or their roles, such as Óðinn (“to blow, “to inspire”, “spiritually arousing”), Freyja (“[feminine] seed [i. e. the egg])”, Freyr (“[masculine] seed [i. e. the spermatozoid]”), Baldr (“shining white”), Týr (“beam [of light]”), Þórr (“thunderer”), Jörð (“earth”), Höðr (“hide”, “hood”), Heimdallr (“tree above the bed”, “world tree”), Máni (“wanderer”, “measure”), Njörðr (“thirst from below”), Forseti (“front seat”, “judge seat”, “feast”), Sága (“seek [knowledge]), Skaði (“jump”, “climb”), Sól (“shining”, “giver”, “safe”, “health”), Váli (“fallen”, “chosen”, “strong”, “power”), Viðarr (“wood”, “wide forest”), Íðunn (“laborious”, “industrious”), Loki (“lightning”, “flash of light”), etc.

Yes, the conjurer became the god/goddess he/she conjured. He/she was a góði/gýðja.

So as you can see, the concept of “god” was not the same as most people have today. The divine was not “supernatural”. The divine might hold powers we today have forgotten to connect to or don’t understand any more, but all of it is perfectly natural. Yes, there is nothing supernatural about the divine.

When you believe that they saw them as supernatural beings that they “worshipped”, like the Abrahamists worship their Hebrew idol, you fall into the trap sat up for the uninitiated. Yes, this is the impression you can get from ancient descriptions of our Tradition. Yes, it all seems supernatural, and superstitious. But this is a charade.

The charade, the ginn, (“charade”), is set up not to deceive people for no good reason, but as a means to test and to educate them. So the Tradition is not just a Tradition, but a Tradition divided into different levels of understanding; the exoteric and the esoteric. Some will remains inside Plato’s cave, and believe the shadows dancing on the wall in front of them are “real”. Others will turn around and see what causes the shadows to dance on the wall. They will leave the darkness of the cave and become…. elevated to the divine. You will fall down screaming, and pick up the runes (secrets) from the green grass. Yourself given to yourself.

Runes in the Green Grass

Our forebears were wild and free; nomadic savages living as hunter-gatherers – for hundreds of thousands of years. But as we know, at one point this changed, first with the advent of agriculture and then with civilization. Agriculture meant domestication of animals, but also auto-domestication. As a result we saw a decline in the physical and intellectual capabilities of our forebears. Not only did their skeletons grow thinner and weaker, but their brains shrank too, and they became dumber. Before this decline, everybody passed the tests and found back to themselves, but the auto-domesticated farmer every now and then failed, and remained in “Plato’s cave”, so to speak. With time more and more farmers failed the tests, and with the advent of (semi-) civilization the auto-domestication accelerated dramatically, and so did the decline in man’s intellectual and physical capabilities. In Classical Antiquity only a select few passed the tests and became divine. The rest kept on “believing Santa Claus is real”, so to speak. Yes, in the end, a majority knew only the exoteric Tradition; only the charade intended to help them find back to themselves. And thus they did not find back to themselves…

Yes, when we see books written about our heritage, even those written in Classical Antiquity, we need to keep this in mind. We see a description of the exoteric Tradition. The charade…. In the background sat a select few, keeping the esoteric Tradition to themselves. Only they had passed the tests. Only they were divine.

When the Romans murdered the Celtic druids, the Celtic heritage fell into shadow. Ignorance. When the Judeo-Christians murdered the rest of the European Pagan spiritual & intellectual elite, some as late as in the 18th century, the same happened to the rest of Europe. Our Tradition fell into shadow.

What remained was the charade, the seemingly silly belief in “Santa Claus”, incomprehensible and mystic elves, gods & goddesses. Þórr riding his wagon across the sky, Óðinn riding an eight-legged horse, Loki transforming into a fly, Freyja crying tears of gold, etc. etc. etc.

My task is to help you find back to the meaning. To help you open your eyes and find the runes in the green grass, to read them and to understand them. Ideally on your own.

From the Depths of Mímir’s Well

Part I

Many don’t like what we say about our heritage, because it doesn’t fit their agenda or their own personal opinions and because it doesn’t fit with what they have been taught about this from scholars. They attack us armed with: “Sources?”, to suggest that we just made this up ourselves and have nothing to back it up. When we give them our sources, they tend to claim that our sources aren’t good enough. Either that, or we hear nothing more from them.

What most people seem to think when they ask for sources is for references to somebody else saying the exact same. A renowned scholar, that is. If no renowned scholars say the same as you, then you have no source, they claim, and what you say can be easily brushed under the carpet.

Another problem we face is the reluctance in people to admit that we might know more than them, even if just about a limited subject. Instead of bowing down to superior knowledge they bow down to envy. When they cannot argue against what we say using facts, they resort to ridicule and name calling.

The final problem I will address here is the fact that many simply cannot fathom that we are able to know the answers to these riddles at all. Why would we know that!? What makes us think we know better than scholars who have studied these subjects for hundreds of years!? What arrogance!

Part II

The sources we use are the primary sources. Yes, for understanding what the mythology tells us, we use (big surprise) the mythology as our source. Yes, for understanding what the fairy tales tell us, we use the fairy tales as our source. Etc. When the language is hard to understand we use dictionaries, such as Hjalmar Falk & Alf Torp’s “Etymologisk Ordbog over det norske og danske Sprog”. A scholarly book about the roots of the words and their original meaning.

These are our sources…. the original sources and dictionaries. That’s all we need. I am sorry, if this doesn’t satisfy your need for sources, but we cannot use any such scholars as a source because they don’t know what the myths or anything else related to our heritage mean. Amazingly, I agree, but true: they have no clue!

Which leads us to the next point, namely that the scholars have studied this for hundreds of years, and still have not been able to understand what this is all about. They have not even come close to the truth. How is this even possible? Yes, I agree. It sounds unlikely, but it’s actually true, and I explained why it is so in Dissent, Truth & Paganism.

Then to the topic of Marie and her ability to understand what scholars have failed to understand for hundreds of years. How could she be able to decipher this? How can you even believe that she is right and the scholars of Europe for hundreds of years are wrong? How is this even possible?!

Well, the truth is that I don’t need to convince you that she is right, because you can tell for yourself that she is, by studying the original sources using the key she gave you in The Secret of the She-Bear. When you apply this key to the myths and fairy tales, to pretty much any and all myths and fairy tales, you are able to at least partly understand what they mean. From Ancient Egypt to Japan, from Ancient Greece to Scandinavia, from Ireland to Russia. Even the New World myths can be deciphered, using her key. It all fits.

Now, had I interpreted a myth to be a cake recipe, and made sense of it, you could smile and tell me that I was clever to do that, but I cannot use the same key to unlock the meaning of other myths. So you would be able to claim that this is not the actual meaning of the myth, and you could brush my interpretation off as irrelevant. I agree. But if I told you – like Marie does – that these myths are instructions for how you can reincarnate, and I showed you how to interpret any and all myths in this context, then it is impossible to honestly brush what I say off as irrelevant. I can show you how each and every myth and fairy tale is such an instruction. The key fits into all the keyholes, so it is impossible to claim that it’s not the universal key. You can tell that I am right, if you use the key on the fairy tales or myths. Only your own dishonesty can convince you otherwise.

Part III

So why is it we face critics and ridicule? If what we claim is so obviously right, why doesn’t everybody agree with us?

We return to the fact that scholars have failed to understand anything at all in hundreds of years studying these subject. They have written thousands of essays and books about how our forebears did this or that, had “fertility” cults (as if fertility was such a big problem in the past!?…), believed in an “afterlife”, etc. etc. etc. They have described our heritage from a thoroughly Judeo-Christian perspective, they have filled up every vessel, well and cavity in our heritage with pure nonsense, and have left no room for reason, sense, logic or meaning. They have turned the deepest wells into the tallest towers, the tallest towers into the deepest wells, and everything else too has been turned upside down and then covered in deep, reeking Judeo-Christian mud.

The reality of our heritage is in total contrast to the impossible, empty, childish & not least meaningless heritage they present to us, and because people have been brainwashed to worship authority, and they are the authority, people have serious problems opening their eyes. It takes time to let reality sink in. It takes courage to admit that everything you knew before was not only a lie, but a waste. A complete waste of time. It also takes some honesty and magnanimity of spirit to admit that somebody else, Marie, has found the truth, instead of you. Or me. We all search. We all want to find the truth ourselves. Especially in this age of narcissism.

It takes time to wash away all the filth our education, brought to us by the ignorant scholars, have covered our minds with. Even I, married to Marie and in possession of her key for years already, only understood for real some days ago that only the living has a spirit. Even though I have translated and written about it before, explaining how Ásgarðr is actually the world of the living (in Paganism Explained, Part V), explaining for years how spirit translates as “breath”. It takes time to let it all sink in. But in the end, I have to realize that of course…… the dead has no breath. Only the living has a breath.

Then when that has sunk in, you can also understand that “The Book of the Dead”, called by the Ancient Egyptians; “The Book about how to arrive to the Day”, was not a book for the dead to enter the “afterlife”, but a book – just like Marie has said – about how you can reincarnate. How you return “to day” and become “a spirit” (somebody with a breath, ergo somebody alive) again. It teaches you to return to life.

In addition to this we have many scholars who wish to keep the status quo, as this is the only way they can keep their authority and power over others’ thinking. If ordinary people realize that everything they teach and know is absolute nonsense, then their fancy diplomas and their “wisdom” are no longer worth anything. Instead they talk about how our heritage is “a mysterium”, and “that we can never know” etc., on order to discourage people from even trying to find out. We further have at least one billion Judeo-Christians who don’t want our heritage to resurface. They went to great lengths to bury our heritage, often literally, by building their desert cult temples right on top of our sacred sites, but also in other manners, like by ruthlessly persecuting all who knew – and even burning them alive, to keep them quiet.

Today they use other means, like slander (“Varg/Gandálfr is a cult leader”), misrepresentation (“they worship the placenta”), false labelling (“Varg is an atheist”) etc., in order to distract, to sow doubt, to ensure that people who otherwise would have been interested wont listen to us. I am not worried though. The sea of ignorance, pettiness, cowardice and dishonesty is vast, but mankind is like a clear night sky: a big vast and empty blackness, but dotted with many shining stars.

Thank you for reading

The Druid

Part I

When I write about how our mythology is an instruction on how to remember passwords, to identify and remember yourself, and how to regain the strength & wisdom you had in previous lives, I get responses from people who are disappointed. They want there to be more to it, more than “just reincarnation”. Something more “spiritual” and “deep”. Something…. impossible.

Likewise, when I write about how our deities are not what the Judeo-Christians presented them as, I get the same type of responses. People feel let down, they are disappointed and accuse me of being an atheist. Because our gods are not like the gods imagined by these ordinary men. They sought our Pagan heritage to find basically what is offered to them by Christianity: a plug to fill all the holes in their lacking world view. Miracles! A magic guy in the sky! Or rather; magic guys and girls in the sky! Something unexplainable and supernatural. Yes; something impossible.

Likewise, when I explain what prayer and sacrifice was all about, they react the same way. When I say that prayer was originally about kneeling down to sow seeds in the ground, so that the fertile soil could produce, and that looking up towards the sky was all about man looking for sunshine and/or rainfall, for the seeds they had planted in the ground, they feel let down again. When I say that sacrifice was all about showing moderation, and leaving some of what you harvested for the birds and other animals, or for the soil, we see the same. It’s all so mundane and empty, they think.

Even when I explain how the original temples were simply beautiful natural locations, most of the time centred around an old tree, left alone most of the time, for the animals to enjoy and the plants to grow in the temple area without too much meddling by human hands, they are disappointed. They don’t want to hear that the very term “temple” means “temperance”. They don’t like to hear that one of the temple’s main purposes was to teach man about the importance of moderation.

Part II

Well, I don’t understand why being able to regain all the spiritual strength and wisdom you had in previous lives isn’t “deep” enough for them. Why being able to become Óðinn himself is such a disappointment to them. All the insight they had, will be yours. The accumulation of all your forebears’ courage, charisma, loyalty, love and not least, luck, will be yours in this life, and you have the ability to add to it as well . You gain divine enlightenment, but this is not “spiritual” and “deep” enough for you!? I guess our heritage is not what is lacking here.

Our deities are not magic guys or girls in the sky, some supernatural creatures that egocentric people can pray to like Judeo-Christians do to their Hebrew idol. This doesn’t mean they are not real though. Not defining your deities by Judeo-Christian standards doesn’t make you an atheist. Óðinn is the sum of all the spiritual strength of our forebears, of all their Hamingja. A divine force. A real god. Not supernatural, but perfectly natural – as everything real is. He works through us, when we reincarnate, when we recognize ourselves. When we give ourselves to ourselves. Sorry, but no, this is not atheism. It’s not Judeo-Christianity, I agree, but no, it’s not atheism.

Prayer and sacrifice, as briefly explained above, is how you work with Mother Nature, instead of against her, and instead of trying to lift yourself up above her. You are not the master. Mother Nature is. The deities are. Give so that they can give to you. If you just take everything, every single little seed, for yourself, then Mother Nature cannot give back to you. You already took everything, and nothing comes from nothing. If you never share with her, you will suffer the lack of her abundance. Or in the end even starvation. Show moderation. If you do you can keep on building up your Hamingja, and increase your insight not just in life, but from life to life as well, via reincarnation.

Part III

In the past only the honourable were selected to be reborn. Only a select few, only about 10.000 in what is geographical Europe today, would return to life after death. Only the best; the elite. It would take thousands of years too, to be reborn. Simply because of the scarcity of kinsmen. If I recall correctly, Plato estimated it to take some 8.000 years to be reborn, in his time.

Today billions of people are alive. Possibly, more people are alive today than the total sum of people living the last million years. We can in fact imagine that everybody from the past are here now. All at the same time. The elite is still here, yes, but also all the lesser men; those with only a little bit of honour. They didn’t have to wait in line for ages, to be reborn, to be given a new chance to live Honourably. There was no longer any scarcity of kinsmen to be reborn in.

But today even our best suffers from amnesia. They have not gone through the awakening rituals of our forebears. They don’t tap into the Well of Mímir. They are not gods or goddesses incarnate. They don’t remember. They don’t have the wisdom, insight, courage, love and luck they used to have in previous lives. They are but empty vessels, filled only by the Honour they can accumulate in this life.

Thankfully, I am not entirely right here, because much of what we experience remind us and awaken our Hamingja in us, but only by chance. You come across something you knew in a previous life, and it awakens something in you. You visit Stonehenge, you see menhirs, dolmens and cairns, you visit museums and see an old armour and an axe, you read the same fairy tales, the same myths, you hear the same melodies you used to know, and so forth. But by accident, and only a little. You gain only fragments of the divine power you could have possessed, had you truly reincarnated and found back to yourself; had you become Óðinn again.

The vast majority of people alive today empty their vessels completely, instead of filling them up at least a bit in this life. They live a dishonourable life, of slavery, cowardice, betrayal, ignorance and a total lack of moderation. Even their “temples” are extravagant displays of a total lack of temperance. All the dregs of the past, people who barely did anything honourable ever, are now here and are allowed to wallow in the mud they create all around them, everywhere. Alas! They never pray, never make sacrifices, never show any moderation, never try to tap into Mímir’s Well and remain… empty human beings, void of direction and divine force.

Part IV

Yes, you already know: the best we can do in this situation is to fill the empty vessels, by awakening at least bits and pieces of Óðinn in them too, by showing them how they can, by giving them direction and divine force. Show them the sacred objects they used to own in previous lives, or at least that they saw back then. Yes, this is what I, a mere “midwife of the mind”, offer you, as I try to help you give birth to your divine self.

Courage. Wisdom. Insight. Intuition. Intelligence. Luck. Strength. Loyalty. Love. Kindness. Charisma. Generosity. Immortality through the kin and harmony with Mother Earth. Blood and Soil.

Who was the first giant in Norse mythology?

The term “giant” is a very poor translation of what is said in the mythology. The term used in Norse mythology is Jötunn (English Ettin), from proto-Nordic *etunaR, which means “hungry” or “big eater”.

Ýmir can be found in the womb of the mother, growing from the fertilized egg. He becomes the sky (amniotic bag), the placenta, the sea (amniotic liquid) and he constantly drips new Ettins (the amniotic fluid). Thus the entire world around the foetus is made from his body.

Then the gods cause a great flood (as the water goes) and cast him down into “the abyss”, as the child is born. The placenta is the twin that is “decapitated” when the child is born. He dies, but the child lives on.

He is called an Ettin because he is “hungry” and feeds off the mother. The placenta takes nourishment from the mother, and transfers it to the child. He is thus a monster, an ogre, to the mother, who has to control it, keep it in check, in order to survive the pregnancy.

Do you still don’t know enough, or what?


NB. This is a reproduction of an answer I wrote on Quora (Varg Vikernes) in July, 2019.

The WHG, EEF & WSH Origins of Europe

The three groups that modern Europeans descend from are listed by the geneticists as the Western Hunter Gatherers (WHG), the Early European Farmers (EEF) and the Western Steppe Herders (WSH).

They do their best to give us the impression that we are very mixed, of course in an attempt to make us accept their “anti-racist” agenda; more mass immigration to Europe and more admixture.

One thing I find puzzling is how many relate to this info as if the WHG lived in that part of Europe, the EEF in another, and the WSH came from today’s Ukraine and spread out. As if they just poppet out of the ground there. In the background looms the “Out of Africa” theory, suggesting that Africans migrated to Europe during the height of the last Ice Age and out-competed the Neanderthals already living there – a theory so utterly ludicrous it is only worth mentioning, because so many believe in it. But no, we already have evidence of mankind being present in Europe before, in today’s Bulgaria, and there are no evidence suggesting the Neanderthals came from Africa – or that their forebears, the Heidelbergensis, came from Africa. Any such claims are purely speculative. Remember that.

Also, the idea that these three groups were so very different from Each other is rather flawed. In reality all these groups, the WHG, the EEF and the WSH, are the descendants of the proto-Europeans; the Neanderthals. The EEF were somewhat hybridized already, at least with homo sapiens (Africans), the WSH too were somewhat hybridized, at least with proto-Asians (Denisovans) and the WHG were probably not hybridized at all, or only had some slight admixture from the Ice Age before the last one.

When a certain percentage of a population in modern Europe can be traced to the different groups, it doesn’t mean that that population is a very hybridized population though. The percentage of EEF in a population, for example, doesn’t actually mean that this is the percentage of non-European blood in that population. No, it only means that this is the percentage that population has from that particular Neanderthal population, the EEF, and that particular Neanderthal population probably had only a small percentage of non-Neanderthal blood to begin with.

E. g.

Fictional Example Population made up of:

WHG 50%

EEF 20%

WSH 30%

If the EEF and WSH population was e. g. 10% non-Neanderthal this means that only 5% (2% + 3%) of the blood in that fictional example population is non-Neanderthal. Also, if that population lived in the North of Europe, where the Neanderthal genes will be the most useful, if might well mean that of the EEF and WSH blood, only the Neanderthal part of it would survive and stay there. So in fact, my fictional example population above here, could well be like that, and still be 100% Neanderthal in origins.

Even if we say all of Europe used to be one large population, a mix between WHG, EEF and WSH, then we can easily explain how the different modern populations ended up looking so different, even if we disregard historical admixture. The populations living in Southern Europe would have had much less “weeding out” of non-Neanderthal blood after the last Ice Age ended, and the populations living in Northern Europe would have much more, perhaps a total, weeding out of any non-Neanderthal blood – and therefore ended up perfectly Nordic looking, with a 100% blue- or grey-eyed and blonde and fair skinned population. Even with ancestry back to the hybridized EEF and WSH, they would themselves not have any non-Neanderthal admixture in them.

The claim that “we are all mixed” is simply…. wild speculations. And yes, what I say here is less speculative than that, because it would make sense, from what we know about vitamin D deficiency and our natural adjustment to the environment. Any “dark” genes would not survive in the North before modern medicine, even in the warm periods in between the Ice Ages. The only reason such genes survive in Northern Europe today, is because of modern medicine; vitamin D supplements in particular.

To those who now will argue that the Neanderthals were not “Nordic looking” I will simply make a claim, that yes, I cannot prove that using any scientific sources, but still: they were obviously Nordic looking. First of all we can claim that they were because we, their descendants, are Nordic looking, secondly because if the Africans they claimed moved here became (as they claim) fair-skinned, blonde and blue-eyed after only 10.000 years in Europe, why would the Neanderthals, who lived here for 500.000 years, NOT become fair-skinned,blonde and blue-eyed? If we include their forebears, the Heidelbergensis, we can go even further, and say: why would they NOT become “Nordic” after 1.000.000+ years in Europe if black Africans supposedly became “Nordic-looking” after only 10.000 years of life here? Or if you like, 30.000 years?

The amount of non-Neanderthal admixture in a European population can be measured using simply by looking at them: how many non-Nordic features do they have? If they for generation after generation have a purely Nordic look, then we can assume that they have no admixture at all. If they look like Middle Easterners, we can assume that they have much admixture. If they look overwhelmingly Nordic, but have a few non-Nordic features, we can assume that they are overwhelmingly Nordic, but have some (almost no) admixture.

We don’t need the politicized “science” of genetics to understand this.

Finally, yes, today we don’t look exactly like the ancient Neanderthals did, but…. of course we don’t. We have changed with time, with changing climates, with agriculture, with civilization: with auto-domestication. We are still Neanderthals though, only modern ones. And yes, the Nordic looking modern Neanderthals have close to no or even no non-Neanderthal admixture.

Paganism Explained, Part IV: Valhöll & Óðinn in Yggdrasill

If you are anything like me, and you want a physical copy of the books you read, you can find a copy of this one for a very reasonable price on Amazon. If you can bare reading this entire text online, and live without ownership of this booklet, you can now find it below, where I have included the booklet in it’s entirety.

If you have not read The Secret of the She-Bear by Marie Cachet or the other parts of Paganism Explained, before you read this booklet, I advice you to do so first. I am convinced that any misunderstandings that you may have will be removed if you do.

The text you find in this blog post is copyrighted, so you are not allowed to reproduce it or parts of it for any commercial reasons, but you are free to share a link to this blog post anywhere and to anyone you like, so that they can get access to the text for free.

Varg Vikernes, 30th of May, 2020

Paganism Explained

Part IV: Valhöll &

Óðinn in Yggdrasill

By Varg Vikernes & Marie Cachet

® & © 2018 Marie Cachet

All Rights Reserved

Initial Notes

In this booklet we will look at original sources and what they say about Valhöll and then explain what it means. We will also explain the myth about Óðinn sacrificing himself in the Tree of Life.

Varg Vikernes

June 2018


Most of what we know about Valhöll comes from some of the stanzas of Grímnismál, and then this is supported by what is said in The Younger Edda. Normally the stanzas of the myths are only partly translated by the scholars, because all the names are left untranslated. Often the stanzas listing the names of the rivers and horses (and in other poems dwarves) are even left out completely. Because they make no sense to them. “It’s just a list of names.”

In 1998 I finished the book Germansk Mytologi og Verdenanskuelse (“Germanic Mythology and World View”) where I actually translated also the names in the mythology. Amazingly, nobody else had done that before! This was a very time-consuming and tedious task that took several years to complete, and although the book itself is littered with misconceptions it proved to be a huge leap forward for our understanding of mythology. It showed for the first time that the names themselves are the keys to understanding the mythology.

So when I translate the stanzas below into English, I will also translate the names, when I can (some few names have an unknown meaning), and thus enable us to actually understand what Grímnismál is telling us. First of all though, I will list the original Norse stanzas dealing with Valhöll:

8. Glaðsheimr heitir inn fimmti,

þars in gullbjarta Valhöll víð of þrumir;

en þar Hroftr kýss hverjan dag

vápndauða vera.

9. Mjök er auðkennt,

þeim er til Óðins koma
salkynni at séa;
sköftum er rann reft,

skjöldum er salr þakiðr,
brynjum um bekki strát.

10. Mjök er auðkennt,

þeir er til Óðins koma
salkynni at séa:
vargr hangir fyr vestan dyrr,
ok drúpir örn yfir.

18. Andhrímnir lætr í Eldhrímni
Sæhrímni soðinn, fleska bezt;
en þat fáir vitu,
við hvat einherjar alask.

19. Gera ok Freka seðr gunntamiðr
hróðigr Herjaföður;
en við vín eitt vápngöfugr
Óðinn æ lifir.

20. Huginn ok Muninn fljúga hverjan dag
Jörmungrund yfir;
óumk ek of Hugin, at hann aftr né komi-t,
þó sjámk meir of Munin.

21. Þýtr Þund, unir Þjóðvitnis
fiskr flóði í;
árstraumr þykkir ofmikill
Valglaumni at vaða.

22. Valgrind heitir, er stendr velli á
heilög fyr helgum dyrum;
forn er sú grind, en þat fáir vitu,
hvé hon er í lás of lokin.

23. Fimm hundruð dura ok umb fjórum tögum,
svá hygg ek á Valhöllu vera;
átta hundruð Einherja ganga senn ór einum durum,
þá er þeir fara við vitni at vega.

24. Fimm hundruð golfa ok umb fjórum tögum,
svá hygg ek Bilskirrni með bugum;
ranna þeira, er ek reft vita,
míns veit ek mest magar.

25. Heiðrún heitir geit, er stendr höllu á
ok bítr af Læraðs limum;
skapker fylla hon skal ins skíra mjaðar;
kná-at sú veig vanask.

26. Eikþyrnir heitir hjörtr, er stendr höllu á
ok bítr af Læraðs limum;
en af hans hornum drýpr í Hvergelmi,
þaðan eigu vötn öll vega.

27. Síð ok Víð, Sækin ok Eikin,
Svöl ok Gunnþró, Fjörm ok Fimbulþul,
Rín ok Rennandi, Gipul ok Göpul,
Gömul ok Geirvimul, þær hverfa um hodd goða,
Þyn ok Vín, Þöll ok Höll, Gráð ok Gunnþorin.

28. Vína heitir ein, önnur Vegsvinn,
þriðja Þjóðnuma, Nyt ok Nöt,
Nönn ok Hrönn, Slíð ok Hríð,
Sylgr ok Ylgr, Víð ok Ván,
Vönd ok Strönd, Gjöll ok Leiftr,
þær falla gumnum nær, er falla til Heljar heðan.

29. Körmt ok Örmt ok Kerlaugar tvær,
þær skal Þórr vaða dag hvern,
er hann dæma ferr at aski Yggdrasils,
því at ásbrú brenn öll loga,
heilög vötn hlóa.

30. Glaðr ok Gyllir, Glær ok Skeiðbrimir,
Silfrintoppr ok Sinir, Gísl ok Falhófnir,
Gulltoppr ok Léttfeti, þeim ríða æsir jóm
dag hvern, er þeir dæma fara at aski Yggdrasils.

Normally stanzas 27 to 30 are not believed to be related to Valhöll, but I will show you that they indeed are.

Óðinn in the Sacred Tree

We can start by explaining why it is called Valhöll. This is generally believed to be “The Hall of the Fallen”, and scholars compare it to the Judeo-Christian eternal “Heavenly Paradise”, claiming it is the “Paradise” of the Norsemen, where only those who died in combat would come. If you translate the name though, you will find that it can also translate as “Hall of the Chosen”. Norse valr means “the fallen in a battle”, but Norse val means “selection”, “choosing” and “assortment”. So it can be the hall of the fallen, but also the hall of the ones that have been selected…. but selected for what?And by whom?

Let us jump right into the translation and also the explanation to what the verses mean.

8. Glaðsheimr heitir inn fimmti,

þars in gullbjarta Valhöll víð of þrumir;

en þar Hroftr kýss hverjan dag

vápndauða vera.

8. The fifth is Glaðsheimr (“Fair Home”),

gold-bright there stands wide Valhöll;.

And there does Hroftr each day choose

men who have been killed with weapons.

Glaðsheimr is the home of Óðinn. Hroftr – a name for Óðinn – might mean “Sage”, but it has no certain meaning. So at first glance it seems as if Óðinn, calling himself Hroftr here for some reason, sits in his “Heaven” and lets those who were killed with weapons come to his hall. This is what the scholars have told us, right? This is the Valhöll cliché. The Warrior’s Paradise.

But what and who is Óðinn? And why would he care if you were killed with weapons or not? Because of Honour, right? It is more honourable for a man to die in battle than in bed. Ok, we can agree, but what is Honour? And more importantly: how did our forebears see it and why was it so important? Because they wanted to go to Valhöll? But what if you had great Honour and were not killed by weapons? You would then not go to Valhöll – if we are to take the stanza and what it says literally. And that doesn’t make much sense does it? Who cares about how you die, if you lived an Honourable life!? But if we take it literally, a great warrior who fights and survives for decades, only to die e. g. by accidentally tripping over something and hitting his head, would not go to Valhöll, but some coward who has never seen battle in his life is accidentally killed by a hunter’s spear (a weapon), he will?

Something is amiss here. Something is not right about the official version of this.

But before we continue let us have a look at Óðinn. Like I said, what and who is he? The king of the gods, Frigg’s husband, Baldr’s father, etc. etc. etc. Fine, but what if we actually take a look at the Óðinn myth that best defines Óðinn, namely Hávamál, and in particular stanza 138-139, where he hangs himself in the sacred tree, falls down and picks up the runes? Let’s do that first of all, and see if we can from these stanzas understand better who and what Óðinn is:

From Hávamál:

Stanza 138.

Veit ek, at ek hekk

vindga meiði á

nætr allar níu,

geiri undaðr

ok gefinn Óðni,

sjalfr sjalfum mér,

á þeim meiði,

er manngi veit

hvers af rótum renn.


I trow I hung,

on the windy tree

nights all nine,

with spear wounded

and given to Óðinn,

myself given to myself,

in that tree

that nobody knows

of what roots it runs.


Við hleifi mik sældu

né við hornigi;

nýsta ek niðr,

nam ek upp rúnar,

æpandi nam,

fell ek aftr þaðan.


No bread they gave me

nor drink from a horn,

I looked down,

picked up secrets,

took them and screamed,

yet again I fell from there.

Many like to see this as some sort of heroic self-sacrifice for deeper spiritual knowledge, achieved through suffering and fasting. They like to think that the rune signs came about this way: he picked them up from the ground and then he finally fell from the tree.

But why did he fall? Why did he hang there for nine nights? Why was he wounded with a spear? Why didn’t he eat or drink from a horn? How could he survive nine nights without drinking? How could he even give himself to himself? What does that even mean? How could he pick up the runes before he fell? And why did he fall again? Had he fallen already!? If so, why didn’t he pick up the runes (before?) the first time he fell? When did he fall the first time? How many times has he fallen from that tree, and why isn’t there anything about those other times in the myths?!

We can bury ourselves in questions like these, and dig deep into the absurd, or we can realize that this poem is not about an old one-eyed god who hangs himself in a tree. He is a symbol with a deeper meaning.

Yes. We need to think symbols here. What is it Óðinn symbolizes in our mythology? If he is not some old one-eyed god riding around on an eight-legged horse, then what is it he symbolizes?

In fact, we need to realize that everything in the myths are symbols! Not just the named gods and places, trees and ettins and whatever. Everything is a symbol with a deeper meaning, and not least, everything is there for a reason. Óðinn. The tree of life. Nine days. The spear. Not eating. Not drinking from a horn. Falling. Picking up the secrets. Everything means something else. Everything symbolizes something else!

Thankfully, our forebears made that very clear to us, because if the myths don’t mean something else, if they don’t have a hidden meaning, then… they make no sense! They show us the impossible, so that we shall understand that there is something else here. Or do you really think that they made impossible stories that we were supposed to believe in? Wagons pulled by goats flying through the sky? Hammers that return to your hand when you throw it? Gods transforming into mares and giving birth to an eight-legged horse that can fly? Really?

If you believe that this is what our mythology tells us, and that this is what our forebears believed in, then I have some news for you: It doesn’t. They didn’t.

So let us find out what these symbols mean….

The name Óðinn translates as “Mind”, “Thought” and “Excited State of Mind”. It can also mean “Mad”, “Wild”, “Furious” and “Eager”, but it’s meaning is mainly and first of all “Mind”. The tree he hangs himself in is not a real tree, but the placenta: it looks like a tree though, and it gives life. Óðinn is the “father of the gods”, and he attaches himself to the tree of life with a spear: to the placenta with the umbilical cord. The “nine nights” are the nine solar months of pregnancy. Naturally, he does not eat anything there, whilst in the womb of the mother. He does not drink from any horns whilst there either. He gets all his nourishment via the umbilical cord.

Óðinn is the Mind… that is being re-incarnated. He is the sum of all the forebears, “the father of all the gods”, in one symbol.

…given to Óðinn,

myself given to myself…”

His Mind is poured into the new physical body, the child, the fetus, from the tree of life, as it is created in the womb of the mother.

From Völuspá, stanza 28:

Allt veit ek, Óðinn,

hvar þú auga falt,

í inum mæra


Drekkr mjöð Mímir

morgun hverjan

af veði Valföðrs.

Vituð ér enn – eða hvat?

All I know, Óðinn,

where your eye is hidden,

in the famous well of Mímir

Every morning

Mímir mead drinks

from the father of the chosen’s pledge.

Do you still not know enough or what?

Ah, but you have been told by the scholars that Óðinn has only one eye, right? Well, he does not. That is of course also a symbol for something else. His “one eye in the well of Mímir”, that he had to sacrifice for knowledge, is his belly button… when he is in the womb of the mother it is connected to the umbilical cord – his spear, alias Mímir’s well. That long well that connects him to the tree of life.

Oh, I guess it’s time to translate the name Mímir for you: “Reminiscence”! Which of course is defined as “the act or process of recalling past experiences, events, etc.”

I told you he was re-incarnating, but to recall past lives, and become himself again, himself given to himself, he needs to connect to the tree of life, that we also know as Mímir’s head. His learning process starts in the womb of the mother, and he learns from the placenta.

Funnily enough, that is exactly what happens too…. the placenta is instrumental in activating genes in the fetus, in giving it life, in creating the child. Like an architect for a building. No matter the amount of materials you have at your hand: No architect, no functional building.

Then finally he is born:

I looked down,

picked up secrets,

took them and screamed,

yet again I fell from there.”

He picked up the runes (secrets) before he fell, because they represent what he learnt from Mímir, based on previous lives. He falls again, because he was re-born. Óðinn returns to life. He re-incarnates!

.and he is not some old one-eyed god riding an eight-legged horse that can fly through the air. He is the sum of your forebears! He is you. He is your Mind!

You still don’t know enough, or what?


Let us continue. Where is the connection between Mímir and Yggdrasill? Did I just make that up? Did I over-interpret things here? No, everything is in our mythology, plain and clear, right in front of our eyes. In Fjölsvinnsmál stanza 20 we learn that:


Mímameiðr hann heitir,

en þat manngi veit,

af hverjum rótum renn;

við þat hann fellr,

er fæstan varir,

flær-at hann eld né járn.


Is called Mímameiðr

not many know,

where the roots run,

or how it is felled,

few know,

neither fire nor axe bites it.

Mímameiðr is another name for Yggdrasill, and what does it translate as? “The Tree of Mímir”. It is the placenta transferring past experiences to the fetus. Therefore we learn that Óðinn is drinking from the well of Mímir.

Let us talk some more about Yggdrasill before we continue. Because some symbols related to Yggdrasill have not been explained here.

Völuspá, stanza 19:


Ask veit ek standa,

heitir Yggdrasill,

hár baðmr, ausinn

hvíta auri;

þaðan koma döggvar,

þærs í dala falla,

stendr æ yfir grænn



I know an ash stand

is called Yggdrasill

it stands tall,

wet from white water,

from it comes the dew

that falls in the valleys

stands forever green above the well of Urðr.

Urðr translates as “Honour”, but is commonly seen as being the norn of the past. Past honour. Again the term “Honour”… we will return to that later on.

And what is it that creates the water in the womb, wherein the fetus lie, whilst being nourished by the placenta? Yes, the amniotic bag. Drops of dew drips over the placenta. Over Yggdrasill.



Ratatoskr heitir íkorni,

er renna skal

at aski Yggdrasils,

arnar orð

hann skal ofan bera

ok segja Niðhöggvi niðr.


The squirrel is called Ratatoskr

he shall run,

on the ash Yggdrasill.

The words of the eagle

he shall carry from above

and bring down to Niðhöggr.

Ratatoskr means “run about”, and we actually see his name explained right after he is mentioned in the stanza. He runs about in the ash tree, bringing words from the eagle to Niðhöggr.

Niðhöggr is commonly known as a worm that gnaws on the roots of Yggdrasill, but his name translates as “Decapitation of the Kinsman”…. Yes, it really can translate as that! Niðhöggr is the fetus, “gnawing” on the umbilical cord (the roots of Yggdrasill) connected to the placenta.

Which can remind us of a few things, like Mímir, described as a decapitated head, and of course Óðinn himself, as the sum of the forebears, the kinsmen, who when he is re-born has the umbilical cord cut. The placenta is some times described as a head, Mímir, and it is indeed decapitated when Óðinn is born.

“….not many know,

where the roots run,

or how it is felled,

neither fire nor axe bites it.”

Yes, because when you are born, the placenta dies, no matter what you do. Neither fire or axe kills it. The placenta kills itself: it gives itself to itself. Óðinn hanging in the tree, and falling down. Re-born.

The eagle that Ratatoskr brings words from is the same eagle we see hanging above Valhöll, as described in Grímnismál stanza 10:

….above (Valhöll) hangs an eagle.”

The eagle itself is a complete picture of the same: It comes from an egg and spreads out its wings (the amniotic bag). The head of the eagle is the placenta, normally located above the fetus, and it’s claws are the umbilical cord attacked to the fetus. As explained in “The Secret of the She-Bear”.

Ratatoskr is a squirrel. Squirrels in Europe are red. What else is red that travels between the placenta and the fetus? Blood. What is it that brings “messages” from the placenta to the fetus? Blood. What is moving fast about in the branches (the veins) of the placenta? Blood. There you have your answer. Ratatoskr is the blood.

You still don’t know enough, or what?


…. (Yggdrasill) stands forever green above the well of Urðr (“The Past”, “Honour”)”

The well of Urðr is the same as the well of Mímir (“Reminiscence”). Óðinn taps into this well, in order to “give himself to himself”, in order to let past words and deeds enable him to create new words and to perform new deeds, as explained in stanza 141 in Hávamál. Before stanza 141 comes stanza 140 though, so let us quickly include that too here, just for the sake of completion:


Fimbulljóð níu

nam ek af inum frægja syni

Bölþorns, Bestlu föður,

ok ek drykk of gat

ins dýra mjaðar,

ausinn Óðreri.


Nine powerful songs,

I learned from the famous

son of Bölþorn (“The Bad Thorn”), Bestlá’s (“The Best Liquid’s”) father,

and a drink I enjoyed,

of the precious mead,

that is scooped from Óðreri (“What moves the Mind”).

Do I even need to explain what that means? Don’t you know enough already, to understand that? Ok, I will explain it just to be sure, even though I wish to quickly move on to the next verse: The fetus learns the “songs” (memories) of previous lives; the son of “the bad thorn”, the umbilical cord, is the amniotic bag; “the best liquid” is the amniotic liquid; the precious mead is the blood of the mother, that is filtered to the fetus via the placenta (that “moves the mind”).

So Óðinn has been re-incarnated, but what happens then?


Þá nam ek frævask

ok fróðr vera

ok vaxa ok vel hafask,

orð mér af orði

orðs leitaði,

verk mér af verki

verks leitaði.


Then I became fertile

and became wise,

I grew and thrived,

words let me on

to more words,

deeds led me on

to more deeds.

Why? Because he has transferred the “songs” of previous lives from placenta to the fetus. Óðinn, the Mind, not only lives on, but can even continue the journey through a new life: the words of the past let him understand more and learn new words. The deeds of the past lets him know more and enable him to perform new deeds in this life! The accumulated Honour of past lives has been transferred to him in his new body.

We could say that “the Mind travels in bodies”. And that is exactly what our forebears said. They called it Hamingja. If you look up the word in a Norse dictionary you will find a different meaning though: “(Spirit) Double”, “Follower” or “Luck”. This was the name for something that gave you luck in life. Some sort of guardian angel.

However, Hamingja derives from the term Hamgengja, that literally means “shape-walking”, from hamr (“shape”, “mind”) and genga (“to walk”). And what was walking in shapes, in physical shapes? Yes: Óðinn. The Mind. The Honour. The accumulated Honour of your past lives.

…and this gave you luck? This protected you like a follower? This was your double? This was Óðinn in you?

In order to gain Hamingja, you needed to behave Honourably. It was the acts of Honour that built the Hamingja! So Hamingja was your Honour. And the accumulated Honour of your past lives.


Rúnar munt þú finna

ok ráðna stafi,

mjök stóra stafi,

mjök stinna stafi,

er fáði fimbulþulr

ok gerðu ginnregin

ok reist hroftr rögna.


You will find runes (secrets),

and interpret secrets,

big secrets,

powerful secrets,

that the great sage recorded,

that the sacred gods made

and the highest sage carved.

And your Hamingja is what enables you to do this… The Honour of this life, and the accumulated Honour of past lives.

But then why is it Grímnismál tells us in stanza 8 that it is those killed by weapons that come to Valhöll? Is something amiss again here?


So let us return to and explain what is said in Grímnismál:

8. Glaðsheimr heitir inn fimmti,

þars in gullbjarta Valhöll víð of þrumir;

en þar Hroftr kýss hverjan dag

vápndauða vera.


The fifth is Glaðsheimr (“Fair Home”),

gold-bright there stands wide Valhöll;.

And there does Hroftr each day choose

men who have been killed with weapons.

When we know that Óðinn is the Mind, the Honour, the accumulated Honour of the past, that is being transferred from the placenta to the fetus in the womb, and Valhöll is his hall. Then Valhöll is the womb. And what happens in the womb?

Well, in order for there to be a fetus and a placenta and so forth to begin with, an egg needs to be fertilized. A sperm cell needs to be chosen by the egg. Or if you like, an egg needs to be chosen by a sperm cell. How does that happen? It penetrates the egg…. like a spear penetrated Óðinn in the tree, right?

So yes, only those “killed with weapons”, only the eggs that are penetrated by sperm cells, come to Valhöll. The others are not chosen for re-incarnation.

9. Mjök er auðkennt,

þeim er til Óðins koma
salkynni at séa;
sköftum er rann reft,

skjöldum er salr þakiðr,
brynjum um bekki strát.


Easy is it to know

who to Óðinn comes

and beholds the hall

Its rafters are made of spears

the roof is covered with shields,

on the benches mail shirts are strewn

Indeed, by now it should be easy for us to know who comes to Óðinn and beholds his hall. Those who lived an Honourable life – great men and women buried with spears, shields and mail shirts in sacred mounds. This has a double meaning though: the fetus is well protected from impact by the womb of the mother. It acts as armour and a shield, and it is even called “a fortress” in French.

10. Mjök er auðkennt,

þeir er til Óðins koma
salkynni at séa:
vargr hangir fyr vestan dyrr,
ok drúpir örn yfir.


Easy is it to know

who to Óðinn comes

and beholds the hall:

a wolf hangs

west of the door

above hangs an eagle.

The door to Valhöll? The door to the womb? I think we all know what that is, and just like in other myths, it is described as or linked to a wolf. See “The Secret of the She-Bear” for more on that.

The eagle hanging above is the placenta, that normally is located on top of the fetus in the womb.

18. Andhrímnir lætr í Eldhrímni
Sæhrímni soðinn, fleska bezt;
en þat fáir vitu,
við hvat einherjar alask.


The cook Spirit cooks the wild boar Sea’s

bacon in the cauldron Fire.

but few men know

what is nourishing those who fight alone

To nourish the fetus, to teach it the “sacred songs” of previous lives, the spirit (Óðinn) needs the fetus to “drink” the blood that comes from the placenta. The wild boar is the amniotic bag (with it’s “sea”, the amniotic liquid) and the placenta, feeding itself on the mother, like a wild boar feeds itself from digging into the Earth, and the cauldron is the womb. See “The Secret of the She-bear” and “Paganism Explained Part II” for more on the boar as a symbol for this.

19. Gera ok Freka seðr gunntamiðr
hróðigr Herjaföður;
en við vín eitt vápngöfugr
Óðinn æ lifir.


The famous warrior father

accustomed to fighting

feeds Geri (“greedy”) and Freki

(“the greedy”).

But on wine alone

does the weapon-fine

Óðinn (“Mind”) forever live.

Who is famous? Yes, the honourable forebear is, Óðinn is. Who is “weapon-fine”? Yes, Óðinn is, he has attached himself to an egg with his spear. He does not eat anything himself though. The pregnant mother does that: the wolves. Again you see wolves as a symbol of the woman. She eats the food, and transforms it into blood for the placenta. Óðinn himself, the fetus, drinks only blood (wine). See “The Secret of the She-Bear” for more about why the symbol of the mother is some times a wolf or a dog, some times two and some times three.

20. Huginn ok Muninn fljúga hverjan dag
Jörmungrund yfir;
óumk ek of Hugin, at hann aftr né komi-t,
þó sjámk meir of Munin.


The Huginn (“Mind”) and Munin (“Memory”)

fly every day

over the wide Earth

I fear that the Mind

does not come back

and even more I fear for the Memory.

Yes, indeed, Óðinn’s mind and memory “walks in shapes” every day, over the wide Earth. You see, the Norse term for “day”, dagr, means also “lifetime” or just “life”. Every time Óðinn falls down from Yggdrasill again, he moves about in the world. He lives. His mind and memory is re-incarnated.

He fears though, that he will not live an Honourable life, and thus not be remembered. If he is not remembered, he will not be re-incarnated.

21. Þýtr Þund, unir Þjóðvitnis
fiskr flóði í;
árstraumr þykkir ofmikill
Valglaumni at vaða.


The Swelling moans,

the great wolf’s

fish swim in the flood.

The Age-old-stream seems

too big

to wade for Þjóðvitnir (“Noisy


More details, to those who still don’t know enough. The swelling mother is being impregnated again. Sperm cells swim into her womb to find an egg. Most of them fail. The river is is too big for them to wade trough. Only one will be chosen!

22. Valgrind heitir, er stendr velli á
heilög fyr helgum dyrum;
forn er sú grind, en þat fáir vitu,
hvé hon er í lás of lokin.


The Gate of the Fallen/Chosen it is called

it stands on the mound,

sacred in front of sacred doors.

Age-old is the gate

and few know

how to unlock it.

Actually, yes. Very few know what triggers a birth. Very few knows how to make a woman give birth. We still don’t fully understand this today, in the year 2018.

23. Fimm hundruð dura ok umb fjórum tögum,
svá hygg ek á Valhöllu vera;
átta hundruð Einherja ganga senn ór einum durum,
þá er þeir fara við vitni at vega.


Five hundred doors

and another fourty

I believe there must be in the Hall of the


Eight hundred warriors fighting alone

can walk through one (each) door

when they go to fight the wolf.

How can eight hundred warriors walk through the same door at the same time, and still be said to “fight alone”? It is because they are all the same individual: all the memories of previous lives in one individual. He is all his forebears, all the accumulated Honour of his kin, but he is also alone. See stanza 24.

Fighting the wolf? That’s what you do when you are born. When you pass through that one door to Valhöll, described as a wolf. Again. Like Cerebos guarding the entrance to Hades.

24. Fimm hundruð golfa ok umb fjórum tögum,
svá hygg ek Bilskirrni með bugum;
ranna þeira, er ek reft vita,
míns veit ek mest magar.


Five hundred floors

and another fourty

are built in Bilskirnir (“Wound-Cleansing”)

Of all the halls

I know were built,

my son owns the biggest.

This is the birth, because 540 is (5 + 4 + 0 =) 9 , so nine months of pregnancy have passed. Also, midwives use the fingers to measure the opening of the cervix, to see if the woman is ready to give birth. She is when the opening is 8 fingers wide. 800 is (8 + 0 + 0 =) 8. The child with all his forebears in him can exit.

The biggest hall is of course the world outside the womb. That he enters when he is born.

25. Heiðrún heitir geit, er stendr höllu á
ok bítr af Læraðs limum;
skapker fylla hon skal ins skíra mjaðar;
kná-at sú veig vanask.


Heiðrún (“Secret Honour”) is the name

of the goat

she stands on the hall

and she gnaws on the branches of

Lærádr (“Teaching-Mind”)

she fills up a vessel

with the purest mead

so that she never goes empty.

Oh, and and here we have the key that unlocks the gate to Valhöll, mentioned in stanza 22. Here we have an explanation to what it is that triggers a birth: The goat Heiðrún. This time the placenta is called “Teaching Mind”. That’s what I already said: It teaches the fetus the “songs” of previous lives.

This goat is known from Greek mythology as Pan, from Norse as Loki, and from modern science mainly as adrenaline. When the adrenaline “gnaws” on the placenta, “the teaching mind”, when it rushes through the blood veins, the birth is triggered.

Will the neurons producing adrenaline ever fail to produce? Can we ever run out of adrenaline? According to this stanza we cannot.

26. Eikþyrnir heitir hjörtr, er stendr höllu á
ok bítr af Læraðs limum;
en af hans hornum drýpr í Hvergelmi,
þaðan eigu vötn öll vega.


The hart Eikþyrnir (“Oak-Thorns”)

he stands on the hall

and bites on the branches of Læráðr


From his horns

drip into Hvergelmi (“Age-old Kettle”)

from there all the water comes.

The second trigger for a birth is when the child pushes its head to the inside of the cervix. Like a deer he gores his way out. He breaks the membrane of the fetus with his head, his “horns”, causing the water to flow into the “age-old kettle”.

The names of the rivers running are as follows:

27. Síð ok Víð, Sækin ok Eikin,
Svöl ok Gunnþró, Fjörm ok Fimbulþul,
Rín ok Rennandi, Gipul ok Göpul,
Gömul ok Geirvimul, þær hverfa um hodd goða, Þyn ok Vín, Þöll ok Höll, Gráð ok Gunnþorin.

27. Tradition/Custom and Wood, Brave and Oaken, Cool and Strife-Trough, Vigorous and Great Skald, Run and Running, Giver and (???), The Old and Spear Swinger,

they run about the halls of the gods,

Thin and Wine, Toll/Duty and Slope,

Greed and Torn-by-Strife.

28. Vína heitir ein, önnur Vegsvinn,
þriðja Þjóðnuma, Nyt ok Nöt,
Nönn ok Hrönn, Slíð ok Hríð,
Sylgr ok Ylgr, Víð ok Ván,
Vönd ok Strönd, Gjöll ok Leiftr,
þær falla gumnum nær, er falla til Heljar heðan.

28. Girlfriend one is called, another Road-Wise, the third People-Stealer, Good Use and Spear, Brave and Heap-of-Stones, Terrible/Tired and Ride/Storm,

Swallow/Drink and She-Wolf, Metal-Ring/The-Two-of-Us and Hope,

Difficult and River-Bed/Beach, Resound/Echo and Shining Light,

they fall to men, they fall down to Hel (“Hidden”, “Hall”).

These rivers are what pushes him into the world, into life. They are the qualities or abilities what will keep him alive. For some time…

29. Körmt ok Örmt ok Kerlaugar tvær,
þær skal Þórr vaða dag hvern,
er hann dæma ferr at aski Yggdrasils,
því at ásbrú brenn öll loga,
heilög vötn hlóa.

29. Körmt (?) and Örmt (?) and the Twins of

the Tub Bath

Þórr shall each day wade through

when to give judgement he shall go to the

ash tree Yggdrasill (“the terrible horse”)

Because of that the spirit-bridge

shall burn in flames

and the sacred water flow.

The twins of the tub bath (the womb) are the fetus and it’s “twin” the placenta, as explained in detail in “The Secret of the She-Bear”. Þórr (“Thunder”) is the spark of life, the life-force that we all lose at some point, after the day (life) ends, and that comes back to us when we are reborn. When he “goes to the womb of the mother” again, when he “hangs” in Yggdrasill, the placenta. The spirit-bridge that burns in flames is the cervix that turns red from blood (fire) when the mother gives birth. And yes, she will give birth when her water flows…

The cervix is indeed a bridge for the spirits. This is how Óðinn can return to life. This is his bridge from memory to physical form.

30. Glaðr ok Gyllir, Glær ok Skeiðbrimir,
Silfrintoppr ok Sinir, Gísl ok Falhófnir,
Gulltoppr ok Léttfeti, þeim ríða æsir jóm
dag hvern, er þeir dæma fara at aski Yggdrasils.

30. Fair and Golden, Sea and Fire-Race/Fire-Run, Silver-Hair and Strong, Guardian and Dead-Hoofs, Golden-Hair and Light Footed, the Æsir (“Spirits”) ride every day, when they travel to the ash Yggdrasill (“The Terrible Horse”).

In order to re-incarnate, all the gods need to ride their “horses”, that all describe the placenta, and help you understand the meaning also of the other myths, where the same symbols are used (e. g. the long golden hair being the umbilical cord in the fairy tale called Rapunzel). They are The Terrible Horse, Yggdrasill. The horse as a symbol for the placenta is described in detail in “The Secret of the She-bear”.

Do you know enough now, or what? Do you still need to know more to understand what Valhöll is?

Óðinn ek nú heiti…

At this point I will ask you to please read the last stanza of Grímnismál, and tell me if you don’t understand what it means by now:


Óðinn ek nú heiti,

Yggr ek áðan hét,

hétumk Þundr fyr þat,

Vakr ok Skilfingr,

Váfuðr ok Hroftatýr,

Gautr ok Jalkr með goðum,

Ófnir ok Sváfnir,

er ek hygg, at orðnir sé

allir af einum mér.


My name is now Óðinn,

Yggr used to be my name,

my name was Þundr before that,

Vakr and Skilfingr,

Váfuðr and Hroftatýr,

Gautr and Jalkr amongst gods,

Ófnir and Sváfnir,

all of these, I believe,

have become me alone.


Yggr (“The Terrible”),

Þundr (“Swell”),

Vakr (“Woke”),

Skilfingr (“Separating-Finger”),

Váfuðr (“Wanderer”),

Hroftatýr (“Sage God”),

Gautr (“Boaster”),

Jalkr (“Castrated Horse”),

Ófnir (“Warmer”),

Sváfnir (“Cooler”).

This is a summing up of the whole process of re-incarnation…. the 10 lunar months of prengancy. First he is connected to the placenta (Yggr), then the mother’s womb swell up (Þundr), then the fetus becomes alive, his heart and mind wakes up (Vákr), then his body developes (Skilfingr), he starts to move (Váfuðr), he learns from Mímir (Hroftatýr), he is born and screams (Gautr), the umbilical cord is cut (Jalkr) and the child moves from the warm womb (Ófnir) to the cold world (Sváfnir).

At the same time, the listing of names Óðinn used to have, explains how he is the sum of previous lives.

…all of these, I believe,

have become me alone.”

He is what he has gone through. In this life. In past lives. And in the world in the middle: In the mother’s womb.

Had you known those passwords from the beginning, you could have understood everything about this process from this one single stanza alone…


Now we can tell why Óðinn is said to have had hundreds of names. At least most of them are names that he had in previous lives. He has fallen from Yggdrasill hundreds of times. Each time he is re-incarnated he becomes himself alone, and at the same time he is the sum of all his previous lives. The sum of the Honour accumulated in all his previous lives.

But Óðinn is you…. we are all Óðinn. The mythology tells us that we have lived before, hundreds of times. At times it explains how we remember those previous lives from Mímir in the womb of the mother. Other times it explains how we awaken the memories as 7-8 year old children entering burial mounds or visiting sacred trees or beholding the sacred objects we used to own in previous lives.

But always, whether it is from this angle or that angle, in this way or that way, it describes a re-incarnation. They never dreamt of an “eternal afterlife” in some “Heavenly Paradise”. They had no such contempt for life or superstitions. Instead they believed in re-incarnation and an Honourable life on Earth.

Sources for this book:

Samlagets Norrøn ordbok, 5. utgåva, Oslo 2012

-Snorri Sturluson’s The Eddas;




-Hjalmar Falk’s, Etymologisk Ordbog over det norske og det danske Sprog, Kristiania 1906.

Other books by Varg Vikernes

Vargsmål, Oslo 1997

Germansk Mytologi og Verdensanskuelse, Stockholm 2000

Sorcery and Religion in Ancient Scandinavia, London 2011

Reflections on European Mythology and Polytheism, 2015

Mythic Fantasy Role-playing Game (MYFAROG) v. 3, 2015

Other books by Marie Cachet

Le secret de l’Ourse, 2016

Le besoin d’impossible, 2009

The Dark-Haired & Dark-Skinned Western Hunter-Gatherers?

If we look at maps showing the frequency of blonde hair and light eyes in Europe, we in effect also look at maps showing the “fairness of skin”, because those with blonde hair and light eyes are also by and large the most fair skinned.

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If we then compare these maps with the map of  “Western Hunter Gatherer” admixture in European populations, they overlap rather well, so to speak. If not perfectly.

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In other words, the official claim that the more a population has of the dark haired and dark skinned Western Hunter-Gatherer Group, the group the Cheddar Man belongs to, the more blonde and fair-skinned it is…..

I would humbly argue that this shows that their “research” is pure lie-propaganda.

Fairest of them All!

The official claim is that we had dark skin, but became fair-skinned only recently.

Why? Because we went from eating a lot of fatty fish to becoming farmers, and since we then no longer got all the vitamin D we needed to survive, only the fairest amongst us survived, and in the end we were all white. Hooray! Makes sense, right?

There are a few problematic facts in relation to this hypothesis though. First of all, not all Europeans became farmers at the same time, and some even never really became farmers at all…. but they ALL became fair. And the ones who kept being hunter-gatherers the longest, and who never stopped eating plenty of fatty fish, like the Northern Europeans, became “fairest of them all”.

Take Norway for example. It is made up of mainly mountains and fjords, and only 3% of the land is even suitable for farming. Norwegian farmers are even to this day also hunters, fishermen and gatherers. The Norwegians never stopped eating fatty fish…. but they have always, from pre-historical times to present day, been fair. In fact, in terms of fairness, only the Swedes and Finns are fairer, and only by a tiny margin.

So if this hypothesis had been true, the Northern Europeans, and in particular the Norwegians, would STILL have been at least fairly dark, but the OPPOSITE is the case. We are “the Fairest of them All”.

The Cheddar Man

With a close to total absence of reliable research on the subject, what are we left with if we want to know from whence we come?

We can take the information we have and test it against reality. If it computes with reality as we know it, then we should be able to trust it.

Let us take the Cheddar Man claim for instance; that he had light eyes and very dark skin. So let me present to you a few control questions:

1. Why do humans have light eyes?

2. Why do humans have dark skin?

3. Are there any humans today with light eyes and dark skin?

1. Humans have light eyes because that give you an edge in low-light conditions. Like in the dark forest that used to cover all our continent in the past (save the areas under glaciers, and for some time where the glaciers had been, when they retracted). It makes sense that our forebears had light eyes. I would argue that this part of the claim is correct.

2. Humans have dark hair and skin to protect themselves from too much sunlight. Therefore they have dark hair and skin in Africa, in Southern India, etc. If you have dark hair and skin and live in Europe, and even in a Europe dressed in a deep and dark forest, then not only is it a huge disadvantage, it might well be… disastrous. You will not get enough sunshine vitamins and you will succumb to infections, cancer and viruses; your body will not develop properly; you stand a serious risk of getting Rickets and if you are a pregnant woman with dark hair and skin you stand a great risk of losing your child and at least of giving birth to a weak and under-developed child – that in turn will hardly survive in the wild.

Unless of course you have an extremely vitamin D rich diet, like the Eskimos have, and eat plenty of fatty fish every day, all year-round. This will enable you to survive, even in a dark forest, but only barely, and anyone with a fair skin will have an edge on you, because they don’t depend on being in a position to be able to catch and eat fatty fish all the time to survive. They can eat just about anything and still get plenty of vitamin D, because their skin is fair and thus need much less sunlight to produce such vitamins.

So although theoretically possible, it is highly unlikely that a people in Europe was dark-skinned, unless they were only visiting – or like today received plenty of vitamin D supplements.

3. Human beings come in many different hues, but in recorded history, we have never found a race of man with dark skin and hair, but light eyes. The only ones with such features, are a few exceptional mixed race individuals. They all have European ancestry.

And of course we haven’t found any such races of man, because… those are highly contradictory features. Light eyes are good for low-light conditions. Dark hair and skin is good for sunny conditions. Although man can make such individuals, by interbreeding, Mother Nature doesn’t make such individuals, and under natural conditions she punishes any who makes such individuals brutally and swiftly.

Since Mother Nature hardly makes such individuals we can assume that the Cheddar Man was either a mixed race individual, part non-European/immigrant, perhaps only visiting or living there for a short time, or he didn’t have dark hair and skin to begin with…. and they just made that part up for political propaganda purposes.