Valin Fjolskylda

01/16/2023

flying arrows, or falling billow,
ice of a nighttime, coiling adder,
woman's bed-talk, or broken blade,
play of bears or a prince's child,

01/16/2023

Breaking bow, or flaring flame,
ravening wolf, or croaking raven,
routing swine, or rootless tree,
waxing wave, or seething cauldron,

11/10/2022

11/08/2022

Let no man be held as a laughing-stock,
though he come as guest for a meal:
wise enough seem many while they sit dry-skinned
and are not put to proof.

10/22/2022

Drunk was I then, I was over drunk
in that crafty Jötun's court.
But best is an ale feast when man is able
to call back his wits at once.

10/21/2022

Less good than they say for the sons of men
is the drinking oft of ale:
for the more they drink, the less can they think
and keep a watch o'er their wits.

10/19/2022

A better burden can no man bear
on the way than his mother wit:
and no worse provision can he carry with him
than too deep a draught of ale.

10/18/2022

A better burden can no man bear
on the way than his mother wit;
'tis the refuge of the poor, and richer it seems
than wealth in a world untried.

10/17/2022

Happy is he who hath in himself
praise and wisdom in life;
for oft doth a man ill counsel get
when 'tis born in another's breast.

04/23/2020

There is truly very lil known on Forseti, He is briefly discussed in the Grímnismál in stanza 15. However we need to look at who we get our information from. Snorri's writing of historical facts were written through a Christian "filter" for a lack of a better word. Snorri was know for making sure all things in his writing were tied up in a nice lil bow. So was he really Balder's son or wasnt he, that fact we may never truly know. However we can continue to do our own research through books and meditations.

04/23/2020

Havamal Stanza of the Day: #14 Thorpe

Drunk I was,
I was over-drunk,
at that cunning's Fjalar's.
It's the best drunkenness,
when everyone after it,
regains his reason.

04/22/2020

Supposedly, there was once a shrine to Forseti at a spring on an island between Denmark and Frisia, identified in one old source as Heligoland. In one legend, the Frankish king Charles Martel told the twelve Frisian law-speakers that they must conform to his laws or face death, slavery, or being set adrift in a rudderless boat on the ocean. They chose the latter, and prayed for help as they drifted. According to the story, a thirteenth man suddenly appeared on their boat with a golden axe over his shoulder. He steered the boat using his axe as a rudder and brought them to land, then split the land with his axe and a spring came forth. He identified himself as Fosite, taught them all new laws, and then vanished. The shrine was later defiled by St. Willebrord