5 comments on “Loki – The Builder of Lyr

  1. I just found this and want to know if Lyr is a sea god or something else. I recently had a dream about Loki telling me something that included the word Lyr. I didnt ask him who or what that was and wish I had now. I feel kinda stupid for asking. Love the way you draw him. Its very similar to how I see him.

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    • Thank you so very much!
      Lyr is the Shining Hall build by Loki and 9 dwarfs on Lyfjaberg mountain.
      I don’t know what makes you mention the sea god, or sea. It may interest you the note about Sægjarn – Lægjarn bellow. The Eddas translations are so difficult to sort through. For the reason unknown I fave Adam Bellows version.
      I hope I didn’t misspell much and this may help. 🙂

      Poetic Edda – Henry Adam Bellows Translation

      Svipdagsmol – The Ballad of Svipdag

      Grougaldr (Groa’s Spell) and Fjolsvinnsmol (the Ballad of Fjolsvith), are two poems often united under the single title of Svipdagsmol.
      Nowhere else, in Poetic Edda and/or in Snorri’s Prose Edda, is mentioned the love story of Svipdag and Mengloth. However, Groa, who appears in Svipdagsmoll as Svipdag’s mother, is spoken of by Snorri as the wife of Orvandil, and a wise woman who helps with her magic charms to Thor.
      On the other hand, the hero’s winning a bride surrounded by flames is very similar to Sigurth-Brynhild story.

      Fjolsvinnsmol
      The giant Fjolsvith (“Much-Wise”), the warder of the house in which Mengloth dwells, sees Svipdag coming and stops him with the customary threats. Some suggest that Fjolswith is Odin in disguise.

      Notes:

      Lævetein (“Wounding Wand”): the manuscripts differ as to the form of this name. The suggestion that the reference is to the mistletoe with which Baldr was killed seems hardly reasonable.
      Lopt: Loki. Lægjarn (“Lover of Ill”): Loki; cf. Voluspo, 35, where the term appears as an adjective applied to Loki. This is Falk’s emendation for the manuscripts’
      Written as “ ī seigjarns keri” translated as “In Lægjarn’s chest” however “Sægjarn,” meaning “Sea Lover.”. I think Carolyne Larrington use Saegjarn not Laegjarn in her translation.
      (And then again, lae can also translate not only as ill, but also as as cunning, or craft, skill.)

      Loki, the one god named, was the builder of the hall, with the aid of the nine dwarfs. Jari, Dori, and Ori appear in the Voluspo catalogue of the dwarfs (stanzas 13 and 15); Delling appears in Hovamol, 161, and Vafthruthnismol, 25, in the latter case, however, the name quite possibly referring to someone else. The other dwarfs’ names do not appear elsewhere. The manuscripts differ as to the forms of many of these names.

      Vithofnir (“Tree-Snake”): apparently identical with either the cock Gollinkambi (cf. Voluspo, 43) or Fjalar (cf. Voluspo, 42), the former of which wakes the gods to battle, and the latter the giants. Surt: the giant mentioned in Voluspo, 52, as ruler of the fire-world; here used to represent the giants in general, who are constantly in terror of the cock’s eternal watchfulness. Sinmora: presumably Surt’s wife, the giantess who possesses the weapon by which alone the cock Vithofnir may be slain.

      Sickle: i.e., tail feather. With this the circle of impossibilities is completed.
      To get past the dogs, they must be fed with the wing-joints of the cock Vithofnir; the cock can be killed only with the sword in Sinmora’s possession, and Sinmora will give up the sword only in return for the tail feather of the cock.

      Lyr (“Heat-Holding”): just what the spear-point reference means is not altogether clear. Presumably it refers to the way in which the glowing brightness of the lofty hall makes it seem to quiver and turn in the air, but the tradition, never baffled by physical laws, may have actually balanced the whole building on a single point to add to the difficulties of entrance.

      Fjolsvinnsmol

      41 Svipdag spake:
      “Now answer me, Fjolsvith, the question I ask, for now the truth would I know:
      What weapon can send Vithofnir to seek the house of Hel below?”

      42 Fjolsvith spake:
      “Lævatein is there, that Lopt with runes once made by the doors of death;
      In Lægjarn’s chest by Sinmora lies it,
 and nine locks fasten it firm
      —————————————————————————————-
      47 Svipdag spake:
      “Now answer me, Fjolsvith, the question I ask, for now the truth would I know:
      What call they the hall, encompassed here
 with flickering magic flames?”

      48 Fjolsvith spake:
      “Lyr is it called, and long it shall on the tip of a spear-point tremble;
      Of the noble house mankind has heard, but more has it never known.”

      49 Svipdag spake:
      “Now answer me, Fjolsvith, the question I ask, for now the truth would I know:
      What one of the gods has made so great
 the hall I behold within?”

      50 Fjolsvith spake:
      “Uni and Iri, Bari and Jari, Var and Vegdrasil, Dori and Ori, Delling,
      and there 
was Loki, the fear of the folk.”

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  2. Thank you for that detailed information in your post! Ive had so many dreams and encounters with Loki and Others over the years, but they dont always, or only partly, give me answers or explain things. Let me tell you the detail of the dream I had, which is just the latest of
    many since 2000.

    This happened a couple months ago. I dreamed I was standing in an open temple looking through at a cold windy grey sky. I went outside and Loki stood in front of me. I could feel his presence too, which has a distinct signature I dont feel with anyone else. He said three sentences to me in another language with a nordic accent. The first he mentioned the word Lyr at the end and chuckled as he turned away from me to look sideways. Then he got serious and spoke louder, tilting his head at me. I wish he’d have used english. Then I heard a chorus of beautiful female voices singing/chanting. It sounded like a string of laa laas ending with an eeee at the end. It sounded like something Enya would sing. A rush of energy swept over me like a wind that made me restless and excited, but a little apprehensive. At first I thought they were angels but they might have been valkyries given where I was. Before I woke up I walked into a big mostly empty stone room that had a white bed in it. Then I see this picture and I think thats where I was. This is just one of my experiences. I used to have a WP blog but took it down because I went through a depression at the time. Now I regret it.

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    • It sounds like a beautiful dream.
      About the dreams, visions and stuff like that, I was never able to describe it the way it felt, or was. The words destroyed it, it took something away and replaced it with a lot less, stripped modified version of a dream. I don’t talk about them any more. I like to keep them in my head or heart intact, but then the fading memory takes some of it out anyway. It also happened I read what I wrote year or so before and it was different from what I remembered. How, I don’t know. Do the dreams and visions have their own life in our heads, and do they transform in time. Much is fluid, dreams and visions especially, but this thought is insane. In reality I’m a miserable writer, and I’m a master of deletions. I had written entries here too, they are gone. When I get to a mood it goes, including the backups. I write no more, I keep pictures though, most of the time. If you regret taking down your blog you can always start new one and re-post the entries you like, if you have a backup somewhere. Or you can start from the scratch, why not. Take care.

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  3. Sometimes its better to keep things in your head for a number of reasons. Im going to start another blog one of these dayd. The old one was called Glitterbitch because of a dream I had once of Loki blowing pink dust with gold glitter at me. He said “the cost of magic is magic condensed” theres no way Id have the imagination to think of that, lol. I went to World Market the next day and found some different colors of Peruvian dust in bags and found a pink one. They were all used as blessings that are dumped or blown out of someone’s hand. Mind blown. I returned the favor and blew some back on Loki’s altar.

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