Bifröst (pronounce ´Biff-roest, accent on the 1st syllable (as always in Icelandic;
–please do not call our precious bridge “buy Frost” – that hurts–)
Bifröst is invisible, made of our purity. Laid, layer by layer –as if drizzling stardust– by the most delicate act performed by man in Miðgarður: nýsa niður = transcend thought and space-time, mind pending on vingameiður.
Note: vingameiður is not a real physical tree.
Bifröst is the most precious bridge we can ever make.
Note: Valhöll is for living men.
–Óðinn rides over the sky at yule-tide to chase away wights of cold and darkness. We should be air-born too.
Where is the bridge Bifröst?
Oh, it is said to be the caduceus, or chakras – often shown as serpents twining;
Tamil ka´sukh’ originally.
Greek kérux – carried by Hermes /Mercury /Óðinn – much to do with purity.