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Go to Hel
“I doubt not but Dyggvi’s corpse Hel does hold,
to whore with him.”--Snorri Sturluson.
Isn’t it fascinating that in Norse mythology, compiled in
the 13th century, independent of or oblivious to the long
established Christian concepts of Hades & Satan, they
dogmatically clung to their own version of the Underworld,
where Hel was the designated Goddess of Death. Thought
to be the daughter of Loki, as a punishment for her father’s
indiscretions, Odin appointed her as the ruler of this realm,
the Halls of Hel, that was counterpoint to Valhalla.
Described as tall, gaunt and fierce, half of her visage was
like a blue skeleton, the other beautiful flesh. It certainly was
bold, even in mythology, to place a woman on the infamous
throne of Satan. For me, this kind of conflicts and detracts
from the sainted mother mythos that most of us subscribe to.
She lived beneath the
third root of Yggdrasil, andwas death below life.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub