The Harbarthsljoth is a poem of the Regius Codex (poetic edda) which follows Skirnir’s journey.
\nOfficial mythology, which is supposed to be the written memory of the ancient tradition (forn sidr),<\/p>\n
was modified at the convenience of the Judeo-Roman church with the purpose of domination and During the discovery of Midgard. The knowledge of a ferryman ! Thor: Thor: Harbard: Thor: Thor: Harbard: Even the virgins can lift monsters! Thor: Harbard: Thor: Harbard: Thor: Harbard: Thor:<\/p>\n I never turn back even in the Eastern War Harbard: Thor: Harbard: Thor: A lightning falls down next to the ferryman. Harbard: Thor: Harbard throwing the oars into the water: Harbard orders you to swim now!<\/p>\n Thor rises mjollnir he his about to flatten Harbard in the bottom of the boat! On shore the crow flock congregate And here is the Judeo-Christianized version that was admitted by Rome:<\/strong> The ferryman spake: Harbarth spake: Harbarth spake: Thor spake: Thor spake: Harbarth spake: Thanks to S.V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Harbarthsljoth is a poem of the Regius Codex (poetic edda) which follows Skirnir’s journey. Official mythology, which is supposed to be the written memory of the ancient tradition (forn sidr), was modified at the convenience<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":6491,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[18,59],"tags":[102,144,80,143,105,85],"translation":{"provider":"WPGlobus","version":"2.10.4","language":"en","enabled_languages":["fr","en"],"languages":{"fr":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false},"en":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false}}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5780"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5780"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5780\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6491"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5780"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5780"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pagans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5780"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncontrol of the population by the installation of their dogmatic Christian religion. Fortunately, we
\nstill have the Oral tradition, this living memory that passed through generations from grandfather to
\ngrandson, grandmothers to grandchildren, and came to us. Here is the original version from the
\nliving memory, of the myth of Harbard the ferryman :
\nHarbard the ferryman.
\nAuthentic version from the few Hyperborean oral transmissions that survived until this day :<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThe young Thor Prince of Asgard,
\nTravels along a large river.
\nHe meets a traveler who shares sincere.<\/p>\n
\nHarbard is his name the idea pleases.
\nThor hates water and likes to stay dry.
\nAt his sight begins the vile discussion!<\/p>\n
\n“Hey there, man, are you the ferryman ?
\nHarbard is your name, hurry, vigor! ”
\nHarbard:
\n“It’s my name and I’m a ferryman!
\nYou demand I pass you with fury! ”<\/p>\n
\n“I am the powerful Thor son of Odin
\nDo it fast I want to get across before morning! ”<\/p>\n
\n“I am Harbard son of no one.
\nI impress no one I am the ferryman ! ”<\/p>\n
\n“I am Thor husband of Sif prince of Asgard
\nI defeated many giants you old howler!
\nHurry, and get me across,
\nAnd your words I will forget I promise! ”
\nHarbard:
\n“I am Harbard river\u2019s husband I am the ferryman
\nMany women have granted me sweetness.
\nNo man or god did enough exploits
\nFor the great Harbard to change his own laws!<\/p>\n
\nI killed Hymir during the miraculous fishing!
\nI lifted the giant snake with hideous head!
\nAnd you Harbard the ferryman,
\nDuring that time what did you do?<\/p>\n
\nI conquered the heart of nine beautiful virgins!
\nThey also raised a snake, my huge penis!
\nFor a whole night they took turns!<\/p>\n
\nSee me as the most ferocious man
\nSince the death of Hrungnir of incredible strength!<\/p>\n
\nWas I a virgin when I faced
\nAnd killed the giant Hrungnir with his stone fist!
\nI defeated him and made it fall the ground trembled!
\nI am the great Thor, Jord is my mother!
\nAnd you Harbard the ferryman,
\nMeanwhile what have you done?<\/p>\n
\nI sat at the Thing, the wisest I appeared.
\nI was able to convince to let me lie down
\nNear seven beauties, I was able to collect their desire.
\nAll night we shared pleasure!
\nAnd you, Thor, the great and the mighty
\nWhat were you doing during this sweet moment?<\/p>\n
\nI fought witches’ spells
\nTransformed into She-wolves they ate the spirit
\nBut me powerful Thor the brave the proud.
\nMy hammer defeated these perverted women!
\nAnd you Harbard the ferryman,
\nMeanwhile what did you do?<\/p>\n
\nPowerful Thor assassin of women, I laugh!
\nThe feat is weak compared to this one!
\nI faced a powerful giant wizard!
\nBy cunning I obtained his enchanted staff!
\nA gift he offered me for my deception.
\nWith this one I overcame him and corrupted his Spirit.
\nAnd you, Thor, the great and the mighty
\nWhat were you doing during this glorious moment?<\/p>\n
\nTell me Harbard you always rewards like this
\nThe one who offers you and gives you, by your evil spells?
\nCurious is your loyalty and lonely must be your life!
\nShame on you to use deception and malice!<\/p>\n
\nThe oak takes root in the dead wood
\nThe dead wood becomes soil it is our fate.
\nSo goes the fortune of one
\nTurn for the other every morning!
\nBut I repeat my question
\nUnless it is a sign of abandonment.
\nAnd you, Thor, the great and the mighty
\nWhat were you doing during this audacious moment?<\/p>\n
\nWhen countless Giants walked west.
\nMjollnir was never so purple!
\nThanks to me, every man had the courage raised!
\nI pushed all these giants with my strength alone!
\nI am Thor the powerful nothing is more fierce!<\/p>\n
\nBrave are these men too I was there
\nI only had my own fists.
\nBut you, courage, I doubt that this was.
\nEveryone says it and remembers the kid!
\nHe who in terror put his hand in a glove.
\nEven a child with such magic would be great.<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s enough miserable do you want me to come to you!
\nMjollnir is thirsty and in a single stroke she will flatten you!
\nBeware I am crossing! You’ll see old shaggy beard!
\nI’m no god you insult!<\/p>\n
\nI beg you big and powerful Thor.
\nI’ll tell you what I learned when I came back from the war
\nKeep your strength for important and sincere things.
\nAs for the lover of Sif who every night made you wrong!<\/p>\n
\nThat\u2019s enough! See my power, man, and come this time
\nMake me cross otherwise the second hit is for you.<\/p>\n
\nAnd almost kills him!
\nWithout saying a word he began to row
\nWhile Thor promises him with heart.
\nTo forget the affront he gave him.
\nThor gets into the boat, Harbard looks down.
\nHe sails between two shores to the middle!<\/p>\n
\nYou forgot Great and powerful Thor?
\nWhat I told you is that I avoid death!<\/p>\n
\nRow fast or my anger will fall on you!
\nDo not have that revengeful and sardonic smile!<\/p>\n
\nAll I said is not quite the truth.
\nYou are neither big nor powerful, Sif is loved
\nNot by one but by three lovers in your hall!
\nI am Harbard the lousy the dirty!
\nAnd you Thor the strongest the biggest!<\/p>\n
\nBut he disappears in a cloud of crows!
\nThe big warhammer pierces the little ship.
\nThe water rushes and Thor curses him!<\/p>\n
\nLetting Odin appear on the beach.
\nHe will have a sentence for his swimming son
\n“Let the icy water and your anger cease. ”
\nThis is how Thor the powerful learns!
\nBeautiful lesson of humility: the magic against the sword.
\nOdin hold his ribs and his laughs still resonate
\nIn the sounds of rivers and water that never sleeps!<\/p>\n
\nThor called out:
\n1. “Who is the fellow yonder, | on the farther shore of the sound?”
\nThe ferryman spake:
\n2. “What kind of a peasant is yon, | that calls o’er the bay?”
\nThor spake:
\n3. “Ferry me over the sound; | I will feed thee therefor in the morning;
\nA basket I have on my back, | and food therein, none better;
\nAt leisure I ate, | ere the house I left,
\nOf herrings and porridge, | so plenty I had.”<\/p>\n
\n4. “Of thy morning feats art thou proud, | but the future thou knowest not wholly;
\nDoleful thine home-coming is: | thy mother, me thinks, is dead.”
\nThor spake:
\n5. “Now hast thou said | what to each must seem
\nThe mightiest grief, | that my mother is dead.”
\nThe ferryman spake:
\n6. “Three good dwellings, | methinks, thou hast not;
\nBarefoot thou standest, | and wearest a beggar’s dress;
\nNot even hose dost thou have.”
\nThor spake:
\n7. “Steer thou hither the boat; | the landing here shall I show thee;
\nBut whose the craft | that thou keepest on the shore?”
\nThe ferryman spake:
\n8. “Hildolf is he | who bade me have it,
\nA hero wise; | his home is at Rathsey’s sound.
\nHe bade me no robbers to steer, | nor stealers of steeds,
\nBut worthy men, | and those whom well do I know.
\nSay now thy name, | if over the sound thou wilt fare.”
\nThor spake:
\n9. “My name indeed shall I tell, | though in danger I am,
\nAnd all my race; | I am Othin’s son,
\nMeili’s brother, | and Magni’s father,
\nThe strong one of the gods; | with Thor now speech canst thou get.
\nAnd now would I know | what name thou hast.”
\nThe ferryman spake:
\n10. “Harbarth am I, | and seldom I hide my name.”
\nThor spake:
\n11. “Why shouldst thou hide thy name, | if quarrel thou hast not?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n12. “And though I had a quarrel, | from such as thou art
\nYet none the less | my life would I guard,
\nUnless I be doomed to die.”
\nThor spake:
\n13. “Great trouble, methinks, | would it be to come to thee,
\nTo wade the waters across, | and wet my middle;
\nWeakling, well shall I pay | thy mocking words,
\nif across the sound I come.”<\/p>\n
\n14. “Here shall I stand | and await thee here;
\nThou hast found since Hrungnir died | no fiercer man.”
\nThor spake:
\n15. “Fain art thou to tell | how with Hrungnir I fought,
\nThe haughty giant, | whose head of stone was made;
\nAnd yet I felled him, | and stretched him before me.
\nWhat, Harbarth, didst thou the while?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n16. “Five full winters | with Fjolvar was I,
\nAnd dwelt in the isle | that is Algr\u00f6n called;
\nThere could we fight, | and fell the slain,
\nMuch could we seek, | and maids could master.”
\nThor spake:
\n17. “How won ye success with your women?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n18. “Lively women we had, | if they wise for us were;
\nWise were the women we had, | if they kind for us were;
\nFor ropes of sand | they would seek to wind,
\nAnd the bottom to dig | from the deepest dale.
\nWiser than all | in counsel I was,
\nAnd there I slept | by the sisters seven,
\nAnd joy full great | did I get from each.
\nWhat, Thor, didst thou the while?”
\nThor spake:
\n19. “Thjazi I felled, | the giant fierce,
\nAnd I hurled the eyes | of Alvaldi’s son
\nTo the heavens hot above;
\nOf my deeds the mightiest | marks are these,
\nThat all men since can see.
\nWhat, Harbarth, didst thou the while?”
\nHarbarth spoke:
\n20. “Much love-craft I wrought | with them who ride by night,
\nWhen I stole them by stealth from their husbands;
\nA giant hard | was Hlebarth, methinks:
\nHis wand he gave me as gift,
\nAnd I stole his wits away.”
\nThor spake:
\n21. “Thou didst repay good gifts with evil mind.”<\/p>\n
\n22. “The oak must have | what it shaves from another;
\nIn such things each for himself.
\nWhat, Thor, didst thou the while?”
\nThor spake:
\n23. “Eastward I fared, | of the giants I felled
\nTheir ill-working women | who went to the mountain;
\nAnd large were the giants’ throng | if all were alive;
\nNo men would there be | in Mithgarth more.
\nWhat, Harbarth, didst thou the while?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n24. “In Valland I was, | and wars I raised,
\nPrinces I angered, | and peace brought never;
\nThe noble who fall | in the fight hath Othin,
\nAnd Thor hath the race of the thralls.”
\nThor spake:
\n25. “Unequal gifts | of men wouldst thou give to the gods,
\nIf might too much thou shouldst have.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n26. “Thor has might enough, | but never a heart;
\nFor cowardly fear | in a glove wast thou fain to crawl,
\nAnd there forgot thou wast Thor;
\nAfraid there thou wast, | thy fear was such,
\nTo fart or sneeze | lest Fjalar should hear.”
\nThor spake:
\n27. “Thou womanish Harbarth, | to hell would I smite thee straight,
\nCould mine arm reach over the sound.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n28. “Wherefore reach over the sound, | since strife we have none?
\nWhat, Thor, didst thou do then?”
\nThor spake:
\n29. “Eastward I was, | and the river I guarded well,
\nWhere the sons of Svarang | sought me there;
\nStones did they hurl; | small joy did they have of winning;
\nBefore me there | to ask for peace did they fare.
\nWhat, Harbarth, didst thou the while?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n30. “Eastward I was, | and spake with a certain one,
\nI played with the linen-white maid, | and met her by stealth;
\nI gladdened the gold-decked one, | and she granted me joy.”<\/p>\n
\n31. “Full fair was thy woman-finding.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n32. “Thy help did I need then, Thor, | to hold the white maid fast.”
\nThor spake:
\n33. “Gladly, had I been there, | my help to thee had been given.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n34. “I might have trusted thee then, | didst thou not betray thy troth.”
\nThor spake:
\n35. “No heel-biter am I, in truth, | like an old leather shoe in spring.”
\nHarbarth spoke:
\n36. “What, Thor, didst thou the while?”
\nThor spake:
\n37. “In Hlesey the brides | of the Berserkers slew I;
\nMost evil they were, | and all they betrayed.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n38, “Shame didst thou win, | that women thou slewest, Thor.”
\nThor spake:
\n39. “She-wolves they were like, | and women but little;
\nMy ship, which well | I had trimmed, did they shake;
\nWith clubs of iron they threatened, | and Thjalfi they drove off.
\nWhat, Harbarth, didst thou the while?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n40. “In the host I was | that hither fared,
\nThe banners to raise, | and the spear to redden.”
\nThor spake:
\n41. “Wilt thou now say | that hatred thou soughtest to bring us?”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n42. “A ring for thy hand | shall make all right for thee,
\nAs the judge decides | who sets us two at peace.”
\nThor spake:
\n43. “Where foundest thou | so foul and scornful a speech?
\nMore foul a speech | I never before have heard.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n44. “I learned it from men, | the men so old,
\nWho dwell in the hills of home.”<\/p>\n
\n45. “A name full good | to heaps of stones thou givest
\nWhen thou callest them hills of home.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n46. “Of such things speak I so.”
\nThor spake:
\n47. “Ill for thee comes | thy keenness of tongue,
\nIf the water I choose to wade;
\nLouder, I ween, | than a wolf thou cryest,
\nIf a blow of my hammer thou hast.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n48. “Sif has a lover at home, | and him shouldst thou meet;
\nMore fitting it were | on him to put forth thy strength.”
\nThor spake:
\n49. “Thy tongue still makes thee say | what seems most ill to me,
\nThou witless man! Thou liest, I ween.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n50. “Truth do I speak, | but slow on thy way thou art;
\nFar hadst thou gone | if now in the boat thou hadst fared.”
\nThor spake:
\n51. “Thou womanish Harbarth! | here hast thou held me too long.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n52. “I thought not ever | that Asathor would be hindered
\nBy a ferryman thus from faring.”
\nThor spake:
\n53. “One counsel I bring thee now: | row hither thy boat;
\nNo more of scoffing; | set Magni’s father across.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n54. “From the sound go hence; | the passage thou hast not.”
\nThor spake:
\n55. “The way now show me, since thou takest me not o’er the water.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n56. “To refuse it is little, to fare it is long;
\nA while to the stock, and a while to the stone;
\nThen the road to thy left, till Verland thou reachest;
\nAnd there shall Fjorgyn her son Thor find,
\nAnd the road of her children she shows him to Othin’s realm.”
\nThor spake:
\n57. “May I come so far in a day?”<\/p>\n
\n58. “With toil and trouble perchance,
\nWhile the sun still shines, or so I think.”
\nThor spake:
\n59. “Short now shall be our speech, for thou speakest in mockery only;
\nThe passage thou gavest me not I shall pay thee if ever we meet.”
\nHarbarth spake:
\n60. “Get hence where every evil thing shall have thee!”
\nThe difference is probative in the message, when without translation and knowledge we can see that
\nThor is humiliated by a simple ferryman in the written Harbarthsljoth, on the other hand we notice
\nthe greatness and strength of the god Thor and the lesson of his father Odin who is clearly
\nidentified. There is a lesson of humility in both versions (you can not share by placing yourself
\nhigher) but only in the Oral version, there is the notion of self-control. The spirit prevails over the
\nforce and even turns it against itself. This is an important message that all hotheads should meditate.
\nIn the Harbarthsljoth one might think that Thor is weak and dominated by a mere mortal which is
\ncritical. But in the Hyperborean version, we understand that Odin teaches his son and that he will
\ntherefore make him better with this good lesson. The power of Thor that lives inside us has a
\ndestructive side because it creates two things: The strength but also the bad Ego to feel superior.
\nHere Odin shows his son that he is strong but that his bad Ego will play tricks on him.<\/p>\n