Gone But Not forgotten – for those with a Viking-heart who are remembered…
Getting There – Going Away
Forever Named; the Talked-of Walker, Wilful-one
Your fame will take you there.
Death in these worlds leads to All-father world
You of renown will march alongside the poets
Beside the heroes, you shall climb.
To stand among the Forever-dead and
Drink the magical mead in unison
Have you been noticed? Will you be recalled?
When mortals speak your name you rise up,
Every little recollection lifts you nearer –
Not just for Battle-fighters, not just for Bragi-friends
You are immortal if you are remembered
In the great hall you will feast without end.
Saying Thank You
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God‘s bless Ya!!! – These are the stories for the show, when you come to see us you will experience the amazing music and song that these tales introduce; you will hear Alda!
You will also see the stunning Goddess costumes created by Alda Raven‘s sister Sigrún Björk Ólafsdóttir as an integrel part of our show featuring myself with Alda and our stunning models we present costume, music, song and story for a Goddess experience.
These costumes will be woven into the story by our talented actress / models as they were at our showcase event for Jelling Mythological Festival.
The Creation Of The Cosmos – Before anything there was nothing but darkness; the black abyss of emptyness: Ginnungagap.
Yet far far away to the North there was a land. A cold unforgiving land covered in frosty black ice, with a freezing fog that slept on the land with sharp icy thorns. This was Niflheim. A world of frozen hell-like misery and darkness.
Far south of Ginnungagap was another land; Muspelheim, and it was a complete contrast to Niflheim. This land was a burning hell hole where lava-demons and fire giants spew flying fire-balls into the air like shooting stars of death.
With time the lands of fire and ice got closer and closer until one day the fire balls shot so close that the ice started to melt – drip drip drip.
The creation of the universe
From a giant’s bloody corpse
His blood filled up the oceans
The mountains are his bones
(For the fuller version of the above – Come and see the show!)
Water of the well of Urd is carried by the Norns, the destinies, to nourish the ancient tree. Here, where the gods gather each day in council, reside the three Norns, the women of destiny. Dressing the tree, they heal its wounds, they advise the gods and they twist and shape your lives. They look down now; Urd, Skuld, Verdandi. Fate, being and necessity are but twisted twine to their wise eyes. Bringing new born creatures to the worlds, casting monsters to the deep, they peer and see what you deserve, judge you by your inner thoughts to turn your wishes into deeds. These fine three weave the threads of your life, twisting, tightening, loosening, colouring, blanding, paling – they are shaping your lives, wild and exciting or bland and drab; you had better hope they favour you, but not too much.
As the three wise old Norns weave the threads of your life far above upon his great high seat sits the All Father himself Odin, looking out with his one eye, from here he can see everything; the nine known worlds and all the other worlds as well. Upon his shoulders sit the ravens, Huginn and Muninn; wisdom and memory and he sends them out into the world where they decide what is important, remember and return to whisper in his ears. As they fly he worries so, for he sees many dangers.
They fly over Sif. She is stepping out anew from her chambers for the first time since the evil Loki played such a cruel trick on her. He cut off all her hair! See her now as beautiful as ever, as beautiful even as Frejya. Pure gold her hair. Fashioned by the Dwarven smithies with their magic it grows each day and brings her riches.
The ravens saw the cruel deed and now Loki seeks them, in his eagle skin he flies high and is yet another danger for the ravens. Odin loves them both yet favours Munnin, he worries so and wishes their return.
Beware, for here walks Goddess Skadi, wild huntress of the far north. Beyond the blue crevasses, far over highest mountains, far beyond the loveless lava-flows, there is her abode; where stones crack, there stands her towering halls upon dark rock heights. For the full Skadi story see – God’s Bless Ya!!!! 01
Look to the skies, for life is a battle and a goddess is looking over you, Brinhildr the Valkyrie. Her winged helmeted deities fly over you seeking who to choose. And if they choose, as the raven would eat the heart of the victim so they will wish for your heart. They wish for your death. We wish to be chosen, for we are glad to die, we want to die, we laugh at death. We wish to go to Valhalla to feast and fight forever. Choose me. Choose me.
Brinhildr tired of this way, of being perfect and she wished to breathe and be mortal and truly alive for a while. She threw off her shapely armour, her warrior attire. In Freyja’s swan-skin she flew down here. There by a lake she threw off the feathers and dived lady-naked into the
waters. A man stole her feathers. She was trapped. He would let her go if she would change the fate of a battle for him. She looked down from a hill upon a huge field of armies and she chose his enemies to die.
How Odin was enraged to hear of this; he cursed her.
“You are cursed!” “Cursed to die into loveless sleep forever.” “Encased within a ring of fire.” Odin cursed Brinhildr and she fell into lovelorn sleep. He entombed her, just as she was, upon stone, within a tower, upon a mountain, he surrounded her by jagged rock which he set to flame. In this burning ring she would lay.
The dragon slayer was riding that way, Sigurd, with his curse ring of death in his pocket and his other booty from the slayed dragon’s hoard. He rode upon a horse which was afeared of nothing. This horse leapt from the top of a mountain, across the sky. It leapt through the flames and through the window, to land beside the stone slab bed. He dismounted and touched her upon the shoulder, as soon as he did he was deeply in love. It was this love which woke her. She opened her eyes and looked into his. Their love was to be forever. As she rose up he fell to one knee and placed the ring upon her finger.
Born of a giantess who loved the unfaithful-one she was taken away because of her monstrousness. Hel’s mother Angraboda was bound in her sleep by the Gods who despised her, and so hated her daughter. Hel is a putrid thing, half dead half alive. See the full Hel story at God’s Bless Ya!!! 02 …awaiting the battle, the final battle to end all battles where everybody dies: Ragnarok is coming and you dark-hearted ones are ready, to rise up, rise up, rise up…
The next God’s Bless Ya!!!! blog will be all the footage, pics, dates and links so venues can book us and for people who want to book to come to see us.
And for the last word on the matter (for now) this lovely letter from Sigrún Björk Ólafsdóttir:
It has been an absolutely incredible journey and the 11 days spent in Denmark were nothing but amazing. There are so many highlights that it is impossible to simply choose one but one thing they all have in common is the incredible group of people I have been blessed with meeting during this trip.
This was the first time that Adrian Spendlow, Alda Björk Ólafsdóttir and myself worked together like this so it was reassuring to learn that we work really well together and are all on the same wavelength. It will make our lives easier as we continue to work on the full show God’s Bless Ya!!!.
If it hadn’t been for the generous and hospitable people of #Jelling Heritage, Flemming Midtgaard, Ole Grangaard Olesen and Bjarne Taudal @ #CafeSejd, we wouldn’t have been able to experience this amazing journey so to them I’ll be forever grateful and they can always rely upon my support and friendship. I’ll come back anytime they want me!
The same goes for the wonderful photography and modelling team. Jimmy Frisk turned out to be an absolute diamond who didn’t just take amazing photos of both the opening ceremony and the God’s Bless Ya!!! show but he provided the perfect locations for some nature shots, drove the team to the locations, provided images to display my creations with the mannequins at the week-long gallery show, provided images of the girls getting hair and makeup done which was donated by a hugely talented and brilliant team at #FrisorLyhne (thank you Marie!) but he also provided us with lots of laughs and support throughout the week.
We also could not have done all this without our stunning models Eydís Ósk Jóhannsdóttir, Anna Csukás, Tine Nyborg Jensen, Emilie Johansson and Tanja Thomsen Andersen who took to their characters with passion and made me proud that such stunning girls want to wear my creations. Each of them got to know their characters and took active part in the creation of them. We were also very lucky to have Egill Egilsson on-board with us as he tirelessly helped to sort out models and MUAs and who made a long journey for the opening ceremony, just to be a part of the team and took fantastic video footage, not only from the actual ceremony but he interviewed the girls, documenting this mind-blowing moment where the 3 Nordic goddesses and their Valkyrie Warrior Maiden, walked down the stunning old Viking UNESCO heritage mound. What a moment! How privileged are we to have the opportunity to do something so amazing! It humbles me. I cannot wait to see the final product he produces! He also took some fab photos during our shoot and I am grateful for his support and contribution.
On a personal level, the time spent with Perry Stenbäck was very precious to me and I would have wanted to spend a lot more time with him. It is hard to catch up with 30 years in a few short moments but even more precious is the new memories made. To be able to hear his band play at a random house in a random place was nothing but fantastic and I strongly urge everyone to check out #Bragr on YouTube. Even better was a proper Danish lunch that he prepared for us in his magical forest house where we ate some beautifully prepared Danish Smorebrod (I need the recipe for the remoulade and the svampthing) and were introduced to some award winning Danish ales. I personally really liked the liquorice ale! Yumm! This was the moment when we then got to hear him play the old traditional Swedish Viking instrument, #Nyckelharpa. There is something very magical about meeting an old friend and realising that although 30 years have passed, their fingerprints were embedded in your heart for a reason and that you will be friends forever, no matter how time passes. Perry – I love you.
A very sweet moment was getting to know Eydis and her twin brother Jóhann Pétur Jóhannsson. I had never met them before but they are my little cousins and from the moment I met both, I felt as if they were mine to hold and to protect. I guess you could say that motherly love came over me and I am ecstatic over having been able to spend some fantastic time with them, getting to know them – and finding out that they are so much like us that the family DNA cannot be denied! My family just got a bit bigger and better and my heart has two new fingerprints on it.
I was also left deeply humbled by the fact that 5 members of my family, Esther Gudjonsdottir, Joi, Ingvar Jóhannsson, Ragnheiður Hallgrímsdóttir and Guðjón Jóhannsson who live in Iceland, made the journey across the water and came to support us. These beautiful humans, whom I am proud to call my cousins, have supported me throughout my creative process and provided me with materials I would be unable to get if it wasn’t for them. It is because of them that I was able to create Hel’s headpiece for instance. I cannot thank them enough for believing in what I am doing and for their support. I love you all!
The support we received didn’t stop there. Mum Svanhvít Erla Hlöðversdóttir and Dad Ólafur Þór Tryggvason and Andres also flew over to offer their support and again, I am utterly humbled! I owe so much to these 3 people. Andres has provided me with a space to work to create and cut patterns, he has tirelessly been available when I needed him and he has sat at a sewing machine and helped me sew when the task of these outfits in this short space seemed daunting.
My mum and dad have given their all in support to these creations and my mum has spent weekend after weekend with me here on my patio, teaching me the craft of tailoring and sewing in a way that she was taught by generations older and so forth. She is an endless fountain of knowledge and her patience whilst I stumble, make mistakes and have to re-do tasks – again and again, never faltered. My dad, never complaining, has been at hand at all times to drive back and forth, fix my dishwasher, set up a cover so we wouldn’t get rained on whilst sewing outside, installed a watering hose outside for me so that I could save time watering my plants and when the sewing machine fell apart, he, with his engineering genius, sat and repaired it until it was as good as new. The fact that these 3 were able to see the show that they have so much a part in, was the sweetest gratification there is. This was their show. I can never thank you all enough!
As part of our show featuring myself with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and our stunning models we present costume, music, song and story for a Goddess experience.
Here are poems inspired by Lady Hel herself, ruler of the dark lands of the in-valiant dead followed by my narration for the cat walk and the stunning Hel costume designed by Sigrun is elegantly shown for us by our talented model displaying for you to the unique magic of Alda’s composition.
The Hel Poems
Warning; Enter if you dare – here is contained the Viking history of belief in death, suffering and hell.
Read on only if you are of strong mind, will and maturity.
Ride beyond Modgud the bandaged and bleeding one if brave enough to cross her chasm path.
See eyes in the dark as growls rumble; guard hound Garm will let you in – yet will never let you out: see fire-eyes, hear blood drip as you slide by.
Hear forever screams from the long long long drop of the worthless as you leap the abyss.
Hel Poem 01 – What is Done Can Never Be
Born her of giants,
their shape-changer essence perverted her form
Until she matured monstrous
Living and dead
Rotten and luscious mixed
Yet somehow alluring
Attracting you into her power
Commanding in presence
She pulls you into her will
You forever admire
Beg to endlessly serve
Wise Norns spoke of the danger of her
Born of beings of evil
Begatted by badness
The evil pretender god
With the hulking death volva
She was destined toward greatness
Forever be fearful
Hel Poem 02 – Kenning
If you wish to share,
Hel is just down there…
Hel poem 03 – Go Now Down
To where the cursed one fell
Ride nine days down
The north beneath the north
The world beneath the worlds
Hel’s citadel in hel,
Built forbidding from her mighty will
The darkest of powers of construction
Power out of destruction and death,
Here recreated from dread essence
Built of bitter cold,
The unending nights very core
All that remains of the dust of suffering
These her tools
The falling screams
Welts poisons spray cements and bonds
Take not your toe nails with you long
Naglfor is rising in the rising sea
To fly to war, to death of all
Oath-breakers island over rivers of spears
Living serpents bind and twine,
to bite the liar encased within
Niflhel her misty hel
Her towering walls are thrusted
Meer strength of will these gates forbidding built
From living witches buried deep
There grows the putrid plants of undead sustenance
Hel built all this
From dastard whim
Hel Poem 04 – Enter Forever
Doors open for you
To cavernous hall
Countless faces turn to you
Slowly the new dead turn grey face
The rotting and green see you
Further in the darkness,
are the less flesh than bone
Hear a drip drip drip
Watch your footing as you walk
Welcome to the land of the dead
Of the waiting
Lives of the countless
The pitiful, the unanswered,
The resigned and the scowling
Here are the leering, the most treacherous
You are stared at by the murderous
Feel if you can for the agonised
Beyond them the angry
Eyes only for you
Speak not to the dead
For then they can all speak to you
All, all at once
In their many moods and wishes
Many broken sounds.
From her glimmering veils of misfortune
She steps dangerously forward
Mottled and mouldering
Be caught in a tear fall forever to have seen her
To be doubt-filled, untrusting, contrary to the full.
This is a testing, so beware her
Let all weep for your passing
Or scream silently forever in living hungry death
Shades in the shades see you
She holds the very god of light and beauty in her power
Your tears melt the rime, these are meltwater tears
Beware her lest she summons her father
In his shape-shifter form he will remove all your hope.
She has you under her power
Will feed and keep you, all bedecked in gold;
those of you who see yourselves witches or herbal
Prepare to whimper under deep dark earth buried forever
You are summoned
Weep till you weep dry tears
Hel Poem 05 – Witch Burier
Rust Red the cockerel awakens the dead
There is one who has not slept
Alive she is buried
Buried by Hel,
Daughter of Angraboda, born in Jotenheim
Here in Niflhel she buried her witch mother
Aware under there
So she Angraboda will know forever
That she is dead
Summon her from the earth if you dare
She will answer three questions
Yet all she wishes is,
to return to her dark earthen misery
She will take you with her too if she can
All she needs to know is your true name
Down you will go
Hel Poem 06 – You Cheater
If you spat in barrel,
and then broke your word
Then yes you shall go to her
Are you a liar?
All oath-breakers travel to her
Worst of the worst is the unfaithful
That is a promise which must not be broken
Meer human you have faults
So hence you will go to her
You know in your hearts
You are unfaithful; a liar
You cheat and you steal
And the tower awaits you
Step now though the waters
The icy waters of the river
The fast flowing river
Forged only of frozen
Each of the ice parts
Is formed as a spear head,
A seaxe or a dagger point
Bleed as you scream as you wade
Do not hurry though
For a torture of forever is waiting there
A tower of serpents
They will bite you forever
They will burn you with poison
Forever is forever
Oh how you will scream
Hel poem 07 – To Dream of Hel as Balder Did
Escape dark shapes in nightmares if you may.
For she will call for you
And oh yes, you will offer to go
As now each night in readiness she grooms
She brings you the despicable. Yes,
Gasp and moan. Be in half light, turn grey.
Whitening to the emptiness of the whitest weed
Feel not the sun’s warmth ever,
even when you walk awake
Seek deeper sleep…
Shadow skulkers shapeless now
Ghostly skull guests creep
Monstrous forms will snuff you
Thrash and kick all you will
Oh hope your screams will wake you
The lingering feelings will remain:
Naked doomed fear has grasped the living
As she was hurled into mist and darkness
You too now yearn for the world beneath worlds
Odin’s curse Hel wishes to share
are falling and falling
Hel (Prose) Poem 08 – Half Dead She Will Kill US
In her home beyond the sheer rock, she still hears the curse words,
“Share all that you have with the dead, adorn them in gold and feed them your putrid foods”
Her brother encircles the world.
While her other brother above bound to earth howls to be rescued.
One day her father will howl out in agony with hope in his dark heart that his offspring shall aid him, vengeance will be theirs together; Oh yes.
Capable of great structures, dark creation, from dark materials.
She has a ship readying, a dread vessel filling with undead.
Her Man-servant Ganglati and Maid-servant Ganglot they move so slow as not to be seen, until they are upon you; like weeping dark angels of stone.
She eats from Hunger with her knife Famine thinking only of the moment.
Sleeps in Sick Bed, her bed curtained by Glimmering Misfortune.
She dreams of the death of us.
Vengeance shall be theirs, Oh yes.
The Catwalk Talk
Born of a giantess who loved the unfaithful-one she was taken away because of her monstrousness. Her mother Angraboda was bound in her sleep by the Gods who despised her, and so hated her daughter. Hel is a putrid thing, half dead half alive. They cast her to Hel as her home down below us. As she fell and fell through the misty dark gloom the words of Odin echoed through her. “You are cursed, in your half-rotten half-beautiful self you are fitting only for death, live the forever death building cities for the dead.”
As she fell, as she landed, as she built, she swore her revenge. Oh how the world will end. Her great halls are filled with the myriad dead, only those fallen, who lost badly or while running, none of the brave go there. Die well my friends or you will join her. She looks at you now and feels the lies in your heart, the fears from your dreams and she knows. Your twisted dark desires glow out from you like a punishment, you have it in you to be one with her. For yes Hel is beautiful, entrancing, but once in her power when she turns to her other side there is the putridness you will worship forever. Oh yes, she knows. She knows you will be coming to her, you will feel the call in your nightmares and then forever in her halls hungry and bitter, awaiting the battle, the final battle to end all battles where everybody dies: Ragnarok is coming and you dark ones are ready, to rise up, rise up, rise up.