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I have no functional knowledge of Norwegian.

 

The following Norse Folk song arrived in my awareness like a bolt of silent lightning that shook through my core and woke something so deep within, i'd no concept there were aspects of me where this brought waking... I've never been able to describe even an inkling of it.  It is so hauntingly personal.  So deeply resonant to that notion of deep winter, longing, loss and gratitude.

 

The vision arose unbidden, and unsought, in the midst of 'regular life' as have been all of my most intense shamanic callings and travels.  This song was the catalyst for one of the most intense and personal shamanic deity/personification encounters of my life.  I'd be interested if anyone has a translation.  I wrote down the experience as she appeared to me.  It would be fascinating to find out how my vision and the words relate, if at all.

 

 

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1 hour ago, silent thunder said:

I have no functional knowledge of Norwegian.

 

The following Norse Folk song arrived in my awareness like a bolt of silent lightning that shook through my core and woke something so deep within, i'd no concept there were aspects of me where this brought waking... I've never been able to describe even an inkling of it.  It is so hauntingly personal.  So deeply resonant to that notion of deep winter, longing, loss and gratitude.

 

The vision arose unbidden, and unsought, in the midst of 'regular life' as have been all of my most intense shamanic callings and travels.  This song was the catalyst for one of the most intense and personal shamanic deity/personification encounters of my life.  I'd be interested if anyone has a translation.  I wrote down the experience as she appeared to me.  It would be fascinating to find out how my vision and the words relate, if at all.

 

 

 

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/heiemo-og-nykkjen-heiemo-and-water-spirit.html

 

Heiemo and the Water Spirit
Heiemo sang her poem:
-Wake up you noble youngsters
The Water spirit heard it, striding on the sea
-Because you now have overslept
 
The Water spirit spoke to his helmsman
-Wake up you noble youngsters
Steer my ship to the Christian land
-Because you now have overslept
 
The Water spirit danced and Heiemo sang her poem:
-Wake up you noble youngsters
It pleased all the folks in the houses
-Because you now have overslept
 
Heiemo, Heiemo, quiet your sorrow
-Wake up you noble youngsters
Υou shall sleep in the arms of the water spirit.
-Because you now have overslept

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22 minutes ago, rene said:

 

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/heiemo-og-nykkjen-heiemo-and-water-spirit.html

 

Heiemo and the Water Spirit
Heiemo sang her poem:
-Wake up you noble youngsters
The Water spirit heard it, striding on the sea
-Because you now have overslept
 
The Water spirit spoke to his helmsman
-Wake up you noble youngsters
Steer my ship to the Christian land
-Because you now have overslept
 
The Water spirit danced and Heiemo sang her poem:
-Wake up you noble youngsters
It pleased all the folks in the houses
-Because you now have overslept
 
Heiemo, Heiemo, quiet your sorrow
-Wake up you noble youngsters
Υou shall sleep in the arms of the water spirit.
-Because you now have overslept

How readily all these years, I could have sought them.

How perfect that I should have been content to wait until brought by a friend.

 

thanks rene.

 

here is what came to me:

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The deep night of late winter.
Utterly still, bitterly cold.

 

A lone woman stands at the edge of a frozen lake.
Her long white hair touched lightly by the wind,
she wears a simple, gossamer winter-white gown,
her bare toes, touching the edge of the frozen lake.

 

She seems to glow from a faint light within.

Eyes closed, cold pinpoint stars blaze across the sky, she begins to sing.

She opens her mouth but it is her heart that cries out to them across the night.


Her song cascading out, calling them to her.
Filling the night her voice calls their names.


Calling them home.

 

Her song calling out, across the night,
across the winter, across the heart.

 

I still hear you!
I know your tiny breaths.
I feel you still!
I know you, I have held you!
Come to me.  Come home.

 

She sings out across the night, to those who passed.  
Calling into the final night of winter. 

She names them.  Each one.  Every one.

 

She calls them through the song and sings them home.

her voice reaches out, across the lake, across the winter.

Calling to her, those she loves, "i will not let you go".
Committed that they ever live on in her heart, in her song.
In her own self, she will carry their names
she will tend them

 

let she be for them in this breath.
in this breathing
in this song

 

She sings out across the frozen lake and though it wrings of grief, of loss;
it resonates love.  for even in this loss

such beauty!


that ever such was possible
that ever such was hers
thank you, how i love you
and how I carry you home

 

As pure as ice, her call rings out, piercing the very weave of the night, of winter, of loss.
She calls them Home.  To her. Be with me.  Be me.  We.

 

The glow within surges.

 

As the final naming lingers across the lake, her eyes open.  
The pale sun touches the lake.


The ice cracks.

She fades into mist, lit from within, she shines across the lake.

Night dissolves in Dawn.

 

Spring is born.

 

 

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34 minutes ago, silent thunder said:

How readily all these years, I could have sought them.

How perfect that I should have been content to wait until brought by a friend.

 

thanks rene.

 

here is what came to me:

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The deep night of late winter.
Utterly still, bitterly cold.

 

A lone woman stands at the edge of a frozen lake.
Her long white hair touched lightly by the wind,
she wears a simple, gossamer winter-white gown,
her bare toes, touching the edge of the frozen lake.

 

She seems to glow from a faint light within.

Eyes closed, cold pinpoint stars blaze across the sky, she begins to sing.

She opens her mouth but it is her heart that cries out to them across the night.


Her song cascading out, calling them to her.
Filling the night her voice calls their names.


Calling them home.

 

Her song calling out, across the night,
across the winter, across the heart.

 

I still hear you!
I know your tiny breaths.
I feel you still!
I know you, I have held you!
Come to me.  Come home.

 

She sings out across the night, to those who passed.  
Calling into the final night of winter. 

She names them.  Each one.  Every one.

 

She calls them through the song and sings them home.

her voice reaches out, across the lake, across the winter.

Calling to her, those she loves, "i will not let you go".
Committed that they ever live on in her heart, in her song.
In her own self, she will carry their names
she will tend them

 

let she be for them in this breath.
in this breathing
in this song

 

She sings out across the frozen lake and though it wrings of grief, of loss;
it resonates love.  for even in this loss

such beauty!


that ever such was possible
that ever such was hers
thank you, how i love you
and how I carry you home

 

As pure as ice, her call rings out, piercing the very weave of the night, of winter, of loss.
She calls them Home.  To her. Be with me.  Be me.  We.

 

The glow within surges.

 

As the final naming lingers across the lake, her eyes open.  
The pale sun touches the lake.


The ice cracks.

She fades into mist, lit from within, she shines across the lake.

Night dissolves in Dawn.

 

Spring is born.

 

 

 

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