Having found a last-minute deal on airfare, which was simply too good to pass up, my husband, Zafir, and I headed off to Iceland, where we spent ten incredible days.
Upon arrival, I knew NOTHING about Iceland—other than Mikhail Gorbachev and Ronald Reagan met there (in 1986) and most Icelanders refused to disavow the existence of elves. As it turned out, my learning process would begin the very next day, and I would go on to experience the magic of Iceland firsthand.
Temples of Light
19 August 2014—It was our second day in the capital of Reykjavik, and in the late afternoon, we visited Hallgrimskirkja or the Church of Hallgrimur, named after Hallgrimur Petursson (1614-1674), the Lutheran poet-priest who wrote the Passion Hymns, based on the gospel account of Jesus’ last days. This immense, concrete building—visible from a distance of 20 kilometers / 12 miles—was consecrated as a church in 1986. It is the plainest, starkest house of worship I’ve ever seen!
As I walked around the exterior, my inner eyes opened, and for a few minutes, I could see gigantic structures, which stood on the same spot as Hallgrimskirkja but in a different dimension. They appeared to be constructed of light and glistened pink and yellow.
A Spirit of the Land?
21 August 2014—We spent the day on Heimaey, off the South coast. The eruption of Eldfell (Mountain of Fire) in 1973 came close to extinguishing life on Heimaey, which is the largest and most populated of Iceland’s islands. Earlier in the day, we drove from sight to sight, and at one point, I found myself attracted to a piece of volcanic rock—9 by 12 inches with dramatic swirls in it—which I picked up and put into the back of the rental car.
That night, immediately after closing my eyes, a very clear picture of what appeared to be a man flashed before me, which scared me. His gray eyes were fierce and menacing, and above his eyebrows, a ridge protruded from his forehead. I felt that a larger than life spirit, a spirit of the land, if you will, had bled into my world.
24 August 2014—We visited the Public Park and Botanic Garden in Akureyri, the nation’s second largest city, in the North, where we were wowed by arctic flowers. Around 8:00 PM, we resumed traveling on Route 1, known as the Ring Road. Sunlit clouds encircled the mountains ahead. I recall a snow-capped peak in the distance, a mountain to the left, and a shorter one to the right.
We were 20 kilometers / 12 miles outside of Akureyri when my inner eyes opened, and I saw the shorter mountain erupt, shooting bright orange lava far into the air. I said to Zafir, “Do you see that mountain? It’s going to erupt in our lifetime!” (Though I’m not certain, the “snow-capped peak in the distance” may have been Dyafjallshnjukur (1,225 meters / 4,018 feet), the “mountain to the left” Kirkjufjall (1,150 meters / 3,772 feet), and the “shorter one to the right” Dyngjahnjukur (929 meters / 3,047 feet), which I had seen erupt.
I went on to say, “We must have crossed some sort of line. The vibration is very high here. My inner eyes are completely open. Ask questions.”
At my insistence, Zafir peppered me with questions. The answers were being poured into me. Never before had I been so clairaudient. Here is a portion of that exchange.
Is the dollar going to collapse?
2017. It [the U.S.] is not the place to be when it collapses. Get out before then. He [Zafir] will know when to go. He [Zafir] has good instincts. He [Zafir] will know where to go.
Will the Euro collapse?
Yes. But it’s not going to fall flat on its face. They are focusing my attention on the word Deutsch. After the dollar collapses, Germany will withdraw [from the Eurozone] so it can more effectively assert itself economically on the world stage. It will re-issue the Deutsche Mark.
Should we buy gold?
No. Buy silver.
Will New Orleans be flooded?
Will New York be flooded?
Yes. But the flooding will not be as extensive as many people fear. Battery Park won’t exist.
When will this happen?
Should we buy property?
Venezuela, the Southeast coast of Venezuela. It will be a prosperous and stable country in the future. The house will be high on a bluff or hill.
(As you may know, Venezuela does not have a Southeast coast. My words would have been more precise if I had known more about the geography of Venezuela; the Embalse de Guri, the Isla de Margarita, and the Lago de Maracaibo—all in Venezuela—each has a Southeast coast. My words would have been even more imprecise if I hadn’t known of Venezuela or South America. Because truth is channeled through knowledge, I have long referred to National Geographic as a medium’s best friend. “The more you know, the better it can flow.”)
25 August 2014—It was overcast and drizzling, and earlier than usual we began searching for a room. We found one in Olafsvik, in the vicinity of the mythical glacier Snaefellsjokull, which is located in the West of the country. Interestingly, in Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne (1828-1905), the would-be explorers enter the planet’s interior through Mount Snaefell, on the Southwest edge of Snaefellsjokull.
After we unpacked, we headed to nearby Rif, in hope of finding a coffee shop. We were in luck: Kaffi Sif was still open. A woman by the name of Sif Svavarsdottir served us some much-needed tea and vegetable soup, and then, to our good fortune, spent time talking to us.
Sif, who struck the psychotherapist in me as very grounded, explained to us that she moved to the Snaefellsnes Peninsula because she feels “at home” there. Many people, she said, believe that powerful ley lines run through the peninsula, through Snaefellsjokull in particular, which some consider to be the heart chakra of the world.
While Zafir was present, I told Sif of seeing the mysterious being with the ridge protruding from his forehead and becoming uncharacteristically clairaudient while on the outskirts of Akureyri. Sensing that she was in safe company, Sif told us that living in the area had opened her up as well. She went on to share that she converses telepathically with both angels and elves.
I was overjoyed to be having a conversation with an Icelander about elves, as I recalled lonely planet’s admonition:
“Many Icelanders get sick of visitors asking them whether they believe in supernatural beings. Their pride bristles at the ‘Those cute Icelanders! They all believe in pixies’ attitude…and even if they don’t entirely disbelieve, they’re unlikely to admit it to a stranger.” 4
Elves from My Past
Sif explained that elves, like angels, are vibrating on a faster or higher level, which explains why people remain unaware of them most of the time. Of elves, she said, “I hear them, but I have never seen them.”
At that moment, I blurted out, “I have seen them!” Sif and Zafir looked at me in amazement.
I told them that one summer or autumn afternoon in 1990, while riding the Chicago L, I closed my eyes to nap. While my eyes were closed, otherworldly beings flashed before me, which I described in writing. I explained that I never saw these beings before or since, and at the time, I hadn’t read or seen anything even remotely related to them. Until now, I had treated their appearance as an inexplicable, isolated incident.
The place soon filled with other customers, and Sif had to slip away. As she did, she recommended the book The Magic of Snaefellsjokull: Legends, Folklore, and Mystique by Runa Gudrun Bergmann, which was available for sale at the café.
Of elves or “hidden people,” Bergmann writes:
“They are approximately the same size as humans, but vibrating on a much higher frequency, so they seem slightly transparent as their energy is so lucid. Old folklore accounts that describe human encounter with the hidden people describe men for example being lured to them because of the light. I always say that filmmaker / director Peter Jackson did a good job portraying them in the Lord of the Rings movies, because he made them slightly transparent, as they are.” 1
When Zafir and I returned to New York, I succeeded in locating the file folder Spiritual Writing in which I found this account of my own encounter with elves:
I saw them sometime ago, weeks ago, I wanted to say a long time ago, long ago. There was a family of them. The father’s eyes were particularly large; they were round, visibly oval. They were a beautiful blue shade of powder blue. Along the edge you could see speck[s] of a deep, burnt blue blue. Here and there, there were little speck[s] of white light—like pinpoints. There were children with him—maybe a woman too. They looked right at me as if they knew me. They seemed rather sad. As I looked into their eyes, I knew that we had me[t] before. I want to compare their ever, ever, ever so wonderfully gentle nature to a family of deer, but they they made me feel that they didn’t like being compared to a fury-faced, dark eyes [dark-eyed], blood-filled animal of earth. Their bodies are completely filled with light.
(My writing “they didn’t like being compared” to an “animal of earth” suggests that they communicated telepathically with me. I wrote the account—in blue ink—on some sort of library slip. If one looks closely at the reverse side, one notices DATE DUE in black ink and NO 10 ’90, that is, November 10, 1990, in green ink.)
The Elf Rock
26 August 2014—We decided to spend the day driving around the Snaefellsnes Peninsula, which juts out from the country’s West coast, and relied on Bergmann’s The Magic of Snaefellsjokull to guide us to the more supernatural sites.
On the South coast of the peninsula, near the town of Hellnar, we visited Londrangar, which are two natural rock columns at the edge of Faxa Bay. They are volcanic plugs, that is, basalt that filled in the crater of the volcano, which eroded away long ago. The larger column is 75 meters / 246 feet high and the smaller 61 meters / 200 feet.
Of Londrangar, Bergmann writes:
The old belief was that they were elf dwellings, so no farmer made hay around them. Erla Stefansdottir [Icelandic seer and elf expert] calls the eastern one (75 m high) the church of the hidden people and the western one (61 m high) the library.
The western one may not contain books, but is as I intuitively understand it a transmission center, where wise beings transmit energy to anyone open to receive it. The message they give me is that they are activating certain centers in our brains to prepare us for the challenging tasks that the future holds. 2
Upon arriving at Londrangar, we parked the car and set out on foot for the columns. A few minutes later, recalling what Bergmann had said about the “Library”—the shorter column—I decided to go back to the car to retrieve the volcanic rock I had brought from Heimaey. Zafir was more than perplexed, and I explained to him that I planned to rest the rock in the perfect crevice or niche (in the Library) and then hope for a download or transmission of information.
I climbed around the first column and then the second. At the base of the latter—at the edge of the sea—a partial cave shielded a shallow pool of water. In the cave wall, there was the perfect niche.
Getting there wasn’t easy. I had to walk down a slippery, grass-covered slope and over even more slippery boulders, covered with rockweed.
When I finally reached the pool, the tide was starting to come in, which meant that I didn’t have much time. I held the rock in place and prayed, “Help me to communicate with elves and others beings and transmit to this rock everything I need to know.” A few minutes later, rock, that is, book, in hand, I beat a hasty retreat back to the car.
Afterward, I discovered that I had temporarily deposited the rock in the Church of the Hidden People not the Library. Nevertheless, the rock, The Elf Rock, rests securely in the study of our home in Brooklyn.
Another Miracle at Mary’s Spring
Our next destination was Hellnar, from where we hiked to the town of Arnarstapi. We passed through Draugalag or Oddnyjargjota (Oddny’s Hollow), where centuries ago a priest by the name of Latin Bjarni “exorcised” Oddny Pila, a young woman who had back from the dead and then went on rampage injuring people and killing livestock. On the way there, we passed by Einbui (The Hermit), a rock formation long believed to be the dwelling place of elves.
We were also on the lookout for Mary’s Spring, where the Virgin Mary appeared to Bishop Gudmundor The Good in 1230 CE. According to Bergmann, healings and miracles continue to take place at the spring where locals placed a marble statue of the Virgin in 1989. 3
Knowing the sun would soon be setting, Zafir suggested that we return to Hellnar (from Arnarstapi) via the paved road instead of the hiking path. At some point, however, he realized that this road was going to take us out of our way. Seeing Hellnar in the distance, he then suggested that we cut through the meadow between us and the town. The grass and moss were wet, and we got soaked up to our kneecaps.
As we approached Hellnar, I said, “I don’t want to miss the spring, so let’s ask the locals how to get there.” Minutes later, I looked up and saw the little marble statue. The fact that we were right next to the spring amazed both of us. I touched my third eye chakra with water from the spring and prayed for purity.
The Face of Egil
27 August 2014—On our way back to Reykjavik, we made an unplanned stop at Borgarnes, on the West coast, where we visited The Settlement Center. At the center, we went to two exhibitions.
According to the museum brochure, The Settlement Exhibition tells the story of “the first men to set foot on the island and how the land was settled up to the establishment of the first parliament in the world, the Althing” and The Egils Saga Exhibition tells of “Egil…a larger than life hero, an intriguing combination of violent Viking and sensitive poet.”
In this exhibition, we learned of Egil Skallagrimsson, the central character of Egil’s Saga or Elga. His grandfather, Kveldulfr—a shape-shifter—and his father, Skalla-Grimr, fleeing Harald Fairhair of Norway, settled in Iceland, where Skalla-Grimr became a blacksmith and farmer and the father of two sons, Thorolf and Egil. According to Elga, Egil composed his first poem at three and committed his first murder at seven. He was known to go berserk and to practice magic using runes (the characters of runic alphabets).
As we exited The Egils Saga Exhibition, we came face to face with a deformed skull, which had a ridge protruding from the forehead. The audio guide suggested that Egil’s skull, if it is found one day, might resemble this one.
According to Elga, Skapti Thorarinsson, a Christian descendant of Egil, exhumed Egil’s remains from one church so he could re-inter them at another:
He [Skapti] picked up Egil's skull and placed it on the fence of the churchyard. The skull was an exceptionally large one and its weight was even more remarkable. It was ridged all over like a scallop shell, and Skapti wanted to find out just how thick it was, so he picked up a heavy axe, swung it in one hand and struck as hard as he was able with the reverse side of the axe, trying to break the skull. But the skull neither broke nor dented on impact, it simply turned white, and from that anybody could guess that the skull wouldn’t be easily cracked by small fry while it still had skin and flesh on it. 5
According to Jesse L. Byock, who authored the article “Egil’s Bones” for Scientific American, this description of Egil’s skull suggests that Egil suffered from Paget’s Disease. 6 This chronic condition results in abnormal “bone remodeling,” that is, irregular bone growth. Byock argues that Egil’s going blind, feeling cold in his feet, and losing his balance, all of which are mentioned in Elga, are symptoms of advanced Paget’s Disease. 7
Wow! I couldn’t believe it! In fact, I still can’t believe it! I saw the face of Egil, Egil Skallagrimsson! Why? I do not know.
What I do know is that the elves, which I first saw in 1990, are with me now, and they are eager to share their knowledge. With a fair amount of trepidation, I am willing to continue the process that they set in motion so many years ago. What I also know is that I will be returning to the Land of Fire and Ice in the very near future!
1 Runa Gudrun Bergmann, The Magic of Snaefellsjokull: Legends, Folklore, and Mystique (Iceland: Isis-Iceland Publishing, 2014), 73.
2 Bergmann, 55.
3 Bergmann, 63.
4 Brandon Presser, Carolyn Bain, and Fran Parnell, lonely planet Iceland (China: Lonely Planet Publications Pty Ltd, 2013): 324.
5 Hermann Palsson and Paul Edwards, trans., Egil’s Saga (New York: Penguin Classics, 1976), 10.
6 Jesse L. Byock, “Egil’s Bones,” Scientific American 272 # 1 (January 1995): 84.