And the beginning of this story is that Baldr the good dreamed great dreams boding peril to his life. And when he told the Aesir of the dreams they took council together and it was decided to request immunity for Baldr from all kinds of danger, and Frigg received solemn promises so that Baldr should not be harmed by fire and water, iron and all kinds of metal, stones, the earth, trees, diseases, the animals, birds, poisons, snakes. And when this was done and confirmed it then became entertainment for Baldr and the Aesir that he should stand up at assemblies and all others should shoot at him or strike him or throw stones at him. But whatever they did he remained unharmed, and they all thought this a great glory. But when Loki Laufeyiarson saw this he was not pleased that Baldr was unharmed. He went to Fensalir to Frigg and changed his appearance to that of a woman. Then Frigg asked this woman if she knew what the Aesir were doing at the assembly. She said that everyone was shooting at Baldr, and moreover that he was unharmed. Then said Frigg:
"Weapons and wood will not hurt Baldr. I have received oaths from them all."
Then the woman asked: "Have all things sworn oaths not to hurt Baldr?"
Then Frigg replied: "There grows a shoot of a tree to the west of Valhall. It is called mistletoe. It seemed too young to me to demand an oath from."
Straight away the woman disappeared. And Loki took the mistletoe and went to the assembly. Hod was standing at the edge of the circle of people, for he was blind. Then Loki said to him: "Why are you not shooting at Baldr?"
He replied: "Because I cannot see where Baldr is and I have no weapon."
Then said Loki: "Follow other people's example and do Baldr much honour. I will direct you to where he is standing and you can shoot at him with this stick."
Hod took the mistletoe and shot at Baldr at Loki's direction. The missile flew through him and he fell dead to the ground. And this was the unluckiest deed done among the gods and men. When Baldr had fallen all of the Aesir's tongues failed them as did their hands from lifting him up. And they all looked at each other and were all one mind towards the one who had done the deed. But none could take vengeance as Valhall was a place of sanctuary. When the Aesir tried to speak, they were weeping so hard that no words came out, so none could tell another in words of his grief. But it was Odin who took this injury the hardest of all in that he had the best idea as to the amount of deprivation and loss the death of Baldr would cause the Aesir. When the gods came to themselves once more, Frigg spoke and asked who wished to earn all her love and favour and was willing to ride the ride to Hel and seek Baldr and to offer Hel a ransom for Baldr to return to Asgard. Hermod the bold, Odin's boy, was the name of the one who undertook the journey. Then Odin's horse, Sleipnir, was fetched and led forward. Hermod then mounted the horse and galloped away.
But there is this to tell of Hermod, that he rode for nine nights through valleys so dark and deep that he saw nothing until he came to the river Gioll and rode onto the Gioll bridge that is covered with glowing gold. There is a maiden guarding the bridge called Modgud. She asked him his name and lineage and said that the other day there had been five battalions of dead men that had ridden over the bridge. "But the bridge resounds no less under you, and you do not have the colour of dead men. Why are you riding here on the road to Hel?"
He replied: "I am to ride to Hel to seek Baldr. Have you seen anything of Baldr on the road to Hel?"
And she said that Baldr had ridden there over the Gioll bridge. But downwards and northwards lies the rode to Hel. Then Hermod rode on until he came unto Hel's gates. When he reached the gates of Hel he dismounted from his horse and tightened its girth, mounted and spurred it on. The horse then jumped over the gate and Hermod rode on to the hall and went in. When he went into the hall he saw sitting in the seat of honour his brother, Baldr.
So the Aesir took Baldr's body and carried it to the sea. Hringorni was the name of Baldr's ship. It was the biggest of all ships. The Aesir planned to set it out to sea with Baldr aboard for this final journey. But the ship refused to move. So they went to giantland to seek the princess Hyrrokin. When she arrived, riding a wolf and using vipers as reins she dismounted the steed and Odin summoned four berserks to look after the steed but they were unable to hold without knocking it down. Then Hyrrokin went to the prow of the boat and pushed it out with the first touch so that flames flew from the rollers and all the lands quaked. Then Thor got angry and grasped his hammer and was about to break her head until the gods begged for her grace. Then Baldr's body was carried out onto the ship. When his wife Nanna, Nep's daughter, saw this she collapsed with grief and died. She was then carried onto the pyre and it was then set alight. Thor then consecrated the pyre with Miollnir, but a certain dwarf named Lit ran in front of his feet. Thor kicked at him with his foot, thrust him into the fire and he was burned.
In the morning Hermod begged from Hel that Baldr might ride home with him and told of the great weeping amongst the Aesir. However, Hel said that she must be certain that Baldr was this loved amongst the people. She said in the following way:
"And if all living things in the world, dead and alive, weep for him, then he shall go back to Asgard. But he shall be kept in Hel if anything refuses to weep."
Then Hermod got up and Baldr went with him out of the hall and took the ring Draupnir which he sent to Odin as a keepsake, he sent Nanna and Frigg a linen robe, and other gifts also; to Fulla a finger-ring.
Then Hermod rode back to Asgard and told of all the tidings he had seen and heard. After this, the Aesir sent messages all over the world of the request that Baldr must be wept out of Hel.
All did this; the people and animals, the earth, the stones, the trees and every kind of metal. Just as you will have seen when you see these things come out of frost and into heat. When the envoys were travelling back having well fulfilled their errand, they found in a certain cave a giantess sitting. She said that her name was Thanks. They bade her weep Baldr out of Hel. She said:
"Thanks will weep dry tears for Baldr's burial. No good got I from the old one's son either dead or alive. Let Hel hold what she has."
It is presumed that these were the words of Loki Laufeyiarson, who had done great evil amongst the Aesir.
All stories were written/presented by Varg Vikernes. Translated by Tomas Robertson. Revised by the Burzum.com staff.
Logic (Loki) led by its desire for reason, unites the blindness in us (Hoðr) with the death religions (the parasitic Mistletoe on the tree of life, Yggdrasill), and kills there the meaning of our lives (Baldr). The meaning of life is deeply lost in the unconscious of our human psyche (Helheimr). Some people are motivated by the Uranus-energy (Ódinn/Hermoðr) and they try to travel within themselves in order to rediscover there the meaning of life. But this is not successful, not this way. When we (þórr), bitter, bid farewell to our beloved meaning of life, we also bid farewell to any kind of trust (Lítr) and burned it at the stake. The entire humanity suffers, we burn from within, we cry. The Logic (of modern science) which with its angry scientific drive, its ‘arrogance’ and its contradictions, keeps the Occultists (Hermoðr) from rediscovering the meaning of life.
Nothing evil is behind that, only cold and calculating logic. Logic in its lack of feeling cries dry tears. This leads to Ragnarok; Beginning, Cause, Symbol, Witness, Destiny and Twilight of the Gods. The battle in the human psyche is fought between the conscious mind (Æsir) and unconsciousness (Jotunn). No Jotun returns alive from Asgard (Consciousness).
Some points may not be perfect - the style of language used is fairly unusual, and there are a number of grammatical errors in the source text itself.
COMMENTARY: Varg appears to imply that Ragnarok, the greatest battle of all, is in fact fought out in our minds. The Gods (Asgardians) are brought down by Loki as prophesied, but Loki takes the form of the cold, calculating logic of modern society, that leaves no room in our minds for spiritual planes of thinking. He implies that Ragnarok will in fact be a battle of the unconscious and the conscious and that it will be cold logic, nurtured in the artificial plastic light of today’s society, that will finally spell the twilight of the Gods.