Hel is a coffee-break between life-spans. We love her as a rest. She is cold, and she is half blue.
Önd skal lifa og aldregi týnast (soul shall live and never perish).
Hel is she who covers, hides away, Icelandic verb hylja; Hel hylur (covers).
We are not seen while we dwell with her, enjoying her famed hospitality.
Should be added here for the sake of not advertising hotel Helia in a misleading way: Luckily we do not have any physical needs during that period of no body: There is no food served here.
(This is firmly stated in names of her plate “Hunger”, and her knife “Famine”.)
Soul suffers not, and soul has no physical needs, no hunger, no pain;
Heathens know this – so some stupid Hell with its stupid Devil does not bite on us.
(–Actually, Icelanders always mocked that Devil-invention, and never took him seriously. Besides, his marvellous heating facilities being a bit attractive;
We use the words helvítis and djölfulli as emphasizing words in common everyday sentences – which, in turn, the churchians termed: calling the gods: blóta and ragna.–)
Individual soul lives in a body – and we should know why we go into all this trouble called life.
The body made of Gungnir is recycled by Geri and Freki, the meat-devourers.
Urður Verðandi Skuld, the natural law of karma, are not disturbed during our stay in Helia. Their calculation is always flawless: our home-made örlög (fate). An action always has an equal reaction.
Hagall, rún (rune) of Hel.
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