Forest


The wanderer now ventures into the forest where his intent begets insight. Connecting with nature, he follows the signs of the forest under the watchful gaze of Freyja. The goddess – falcon guides the wanderer as his fate is carved. Through searching, and tuning his senses, he finds his perspective can be altered, and his world changed. Realizing a kinship with the elements, the wanderer begins to see himself, forming his identity and finding purpose.


Mellom tryllestaver disete, søkte jeg, tåkete

Sansa stillheten

Jeg skjønte tegner der

Djup i kjødet

Utmalte, de ånda

Utskåret, de oscillerte


Between foggy wands​

I searched, hazy​

Sensed the silence​

I touched the symbols there​

deep in the flesh​

painted, they breathed​

carved, they oscillated

Written in Galdralag, a magic meter in Old Norse poetry

Hun hvisket gjennom meg

Seidkona viste (seg fram)

Hildisvini’s husfreyja

Gav askrs velmakt

Strømmende vann, liv

(Jeg) kjente skjebnen min

Følte fatumet vårt


She whispered through me​

Seidkona showed​

Hildisvini's woman​

Gave the strength of Askr​

Rushing water, alive​

Felt my fate​

Felt our fate

Hørende på skjulte rytmer

Et sjøl aldri sett, men husket

Fjær fruentimmer rørte meg

Våknet opp inn i drømmene vi hadde

Å følge fylgja jeg visste

Ikke vende bort fra, fram


Hearing the hidden rhythm​

A self never seen, but remembered​

Feather woman touched me​

Woke up into dreams we had​

To follow the spirit I knew​

Do not turn away, forward!

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