please read this and keep in mind it's has been translated very quickly but names which are based on names from the Edda are not translated so I suggest to overlook these and just focus on the text. This is something that makes sense to me and is written by someone who is a practicing heathen and has studied this for a very long time. It is the first interpretation of the ancient myths that really hit the spot for me. And please if it does not resonate with you leave it alone. It's not for everyone.


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What had previously been a dual principle that ruled, now began instead as a triad, a tripartite unity and principle to govern.

Where the Overflowing Mother nourished two sons who birthed forms, Borra and Dunkpuls gave birth to three.

You took up creating. Like three voices in a choir, you took up the tone. Three playful shapers.

I see how you slaughtered and dismembered Grusbrus.

From his body you built, measured, tended, and broke down.

You thundered and shaped the known creation. His blood is now the oceans of space, like the seas of Midgard, where people fish and travel the waves.

Celestial bodies, like mountains and grass, were from the beginning his weave.

The oceans pulled down and concealed all previous devourer-relatives beneath the surface.

Some rest again until the next cycle.

Only the devourer Bärbölaren and his followers survived and continued onward on the millstone that sets celestial bodies in motion, the erosion that grinds down the material. Some rise to the surface to devour and consume. Some pull down body and force into the mortal world’s underworlds for storage until the next life- and death-cycle.

The Veiled One has her realm there.

You were the muscular, heart-knowing and curious trio.

Far superior to your old relatives’ raw ability. Their power is like magnetism, repulsive or attractive: pulls in or pushes away, yes or no, black or white. Dualistic in a way you were not. Or were.

Your power was a step away from the two poles, toward the dynamics of three.

In that way, you entered into creation, High One. Thus you did once upon a time, in the time before time.

As the Creator, as the Preserver, and as the Destroyer you acted.

As the Inspiration for a song, as the Poetry and its ordered words and verses’ wit, and as the Passion in the performance of the song, you acted.

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Like the lung itself filled with air, about to shape words with the feeling in the performance of the song.

As High, Even, and Third you entered into overworlds, middle worlds and underworlds.

As Overseeing, Habit-bound and Devouring, all three. Like three in one.

A golden time, full of exploration and playful tricks. Fully engaged were you on Flitvällen, you three strong and loving brothers.

Play with tools and the game pieces you had to perform your task.

In the time just before time.”

The seeress falls silent for a moment.

“I know you are here now, with me, all three,” she says.

“Yes, I remember a bit more of what I am.

The oldest gods’ power, instinctive like the reptilian. Reactive.

This I carry with me like the root of a tree, through my brother Warmblooded. Inherited legacy placed in flesh. Like the fire that consumes fuel and oxygen, so I am kin with the oldest gods: the devourers. I am the pelvis, I am sex, I am the body, the urge and the longing. I am the eye itself, rods and cones.

The even, habit-bound gods’ power: the senses, perception and thought, I carry with me through my brother Will. Like the trunk of the tree rises from the root, I am a link between root and crown. I am the chest, I am solar plexus, I am the heart, I am the soul, the psyche, the mind. I am what the eye can see. The visual impression of light and dark, color and form.

The high, overseeing gods’ power I carry with me through the mobility of consciousness, inspiration, vision and creation. I am my brother Restless Seeker. Like the invisible wind, visible only because the branches sway and the crown of the tree stirs. I am the head.

On that head I am not the eye itself, not even that which the eye sees, but that through which the eye can see.

This is what I am and carry.”.