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Secretariat of the Althing

I was the head of the Althing in one lifetime around 1200 and I can probably even tell you the order of motion from memory. The title was not really secretariat and not president as it is now. The title was a word that meant 'keeper of order'.

There was no need to keep order. Everyone was so responsible that the main thing I did was call for short breaks to go to the bathroom when four people coughed. The cough was not to be confused with a normal cough but was a short brisk one. I can't speak Icelandic though so please don't speak to me in Icelandic because it creates a huge overload of information. When I try to remember what the meaning of the words are I remember the word in five lifetimes at once. Hence the overload. What confuses me even more is the new pronunciation of all the words and even individual letters, especially the letters 'O' and 'V'.

I just looked at the Althing website and women are now on the roster. We only had men on the roster to my knowledge but often the wives took their place and some came in place of the husband two thirds of the time. It was the family that had the position, not the husband or the wife. Son's and daughters could not come in place of the father but other elders of the same or older generation could.

Conservation was a bigger issue then than now. There was always lots on the agenda. Even Italians came to fish nearby with their sardine nets, you probably didn't know they came all the way from Italy to fish the Icelandic waters did you? Portuguese did too but not the Spanish though. English men often came on shore and they were not supposed to.

They may have been Scots or Welsh of even Dutch but since I did not know the difference then between most 'foreigners' I can't figure out for certain yet what country they were from. The entire royalty of Europe was related so I did not see much difference between them. They all were members of the Hapsburg family and they remained in charge of many of the European countries for about 500 years. If you wanted information to go to almost any country in Europe you could just tell the royalty of any country and their cousin would soon know about it. You will read in a few paragraphs why this is important when you get to the English Barrister.

The English were violating the agreements and fishing outside of their agreed upon zones (some which may still be in effect) which were pretty far out to sea. When they left their zones and came in close to shore to fish was when their fishermen in their little skiffs would land and then party until we found their skiffs. That is when we called out the search groups.

They got totally soused until they passed out and then we had to carry them back before they froze to death. They had less sense than sheep who would at least find the best shelter from cold. About every two weeks they evaded us though, the alarms would go out and hundreds of Icelanders would have to stop everything and go find them. The English fishermen were so used to having their money stolen when they got drunk that they would find a place to hide from pickpockets and murderers which did not exist on Iceland. We often did not find them before they froze to death.

The problem was a 'catch 22' for the English fishermen. By that I mean they could not admit their men were even landing on our shores without it being obvious that they were fishing very close to shore and thereby admit to being outside their assigned fishing zones. So the English fishermen got together and to evade responsibility told the English courts that we were going out to their assigned zones and kidnapping their fishermen and then killing them. They provided many sailors that said they had seen it actually happen and could even identify us. They grabbed at least one Icelandic fisherman off one of our fishing boats to take with them to England to actually stand trial. He was rotting in a prison there and we didn't even have a prison in Iceland so it was all very upsetting.

The men froze so often that England decided that all Icelanders were involved in murdering them so they were about to go to war against us which would have destroyed us. They may have actually declared war as was the custom and then it would take three years to build ships and sell bonds to raise the funds etc. So we had a deadline at the end of which we were going to be dead. So we put up hundreds of signs with English symbols Including skulls and swords. We then dug up common graves and put bones out and even disinterred graves in Norway with religious ceremonies headed by the main church just so we could import thousands of skeletons and assorted bones but the Englishmen were not fooled. They knew we were a 'nice lot' and just walked around the signs and over the bones to get to their hidden caches of liquor. (The liquor was probably sold to them by one of us Icelanders. We were not supposed to sell them liquor but did. We could not find out who was selling the Englishmen liquor so for the common good we decided the fishermen were stashing the liquor in secret hiding places that we never found. They were very good at hiding the liquor since we never found even one of their liquor hiding places.)

The only impression the bones made was when an English inspection ship came. What a disaster it was when they saw all the signs and bones. When they told the English commanders about the signs and bones they decided it was proof that we had to be kidnapping the fishermen because all Englishmen were law abiding. They would have observed the signs and not come on shore.

So we hired an English Law student (who was similar to a paralegal today) for the Althing to settle just the zone disputes. He was supposed to gather the information, take depositions from Icelanders about the violations and present them in the main English court. We could have done that though. We really hired him to find the Englishmen when they got drunk. That was a much harder job to accomplish and end up with a good outcome. The first time it happened we all went looking for the man. After an hour and a half some other Icelanders located him and he was passed out drunk. He did not die but he was frost bitten. Immediately the lawyer sat down and wrote a letter to his uncle who was the King of England and that was the end of the near war which almost destroyed the nation and Icelandic society.

It worked out a lot better than we ever thought it might. The king was upset since all he had received were fishermen lies until that letter got to him. For the next five years English fishermen could not even fish in that whole area and maybe not even the North Sea. The King of England was so apologetic that he authorized his nephew the Barrister to really help us. His family was amazing since they had connections in every town in England and every city in Europe. Immediately with his connections we got 10% more for our whale oil sales and it stayed at that level. Just that extra profit paid his wages three times over but that was not one tenth of the benefits he brought us.

The lawyer was there for a year and a half and we wanted him to stay. But the English had a lousy system that then bound him to a law firm for several years. This near war is probably still in the records so maybe I can find out for you when this life was and then apply under my old name for my citizenship. Maybe there is a clause for dependents as I am fully dependent on that life. Or as a relative maybe.

I was not only the director of the Althing but also in charge of preparing for that war with England. After six months we had three spears but only one sword and one shield that Icelanders had donated to fight off the 20 ships the English were building. The Althing didn't want Iceland to go to war obviously so they authorized me to use diplomatic means to resolve the situation. I came up with the idea for hiring an English barrister or student which they all thought was a great idea and that surprised me a lot as the English were supposed to be the 'enemy' and the lords were the ones planning it but they had the barristers too. I didn't know much about war things so I didn't know I couldn't deal with the 'enemy' like I was going to do. I thought it would be OK. And since nobody in the Althing said I couldn't do it, even the men, I went ahead and wrote it or should I say that a Scottish wife of one of our men did.

It was very pretty when we finished with those decorations on the envelope.

The request was enhanced with her 'shadows' by stating that 'he had to be qualified to work at all levels of our society' and then added 'even at the highest level'. This mean't that even an aristocrat wasn't qualified. He had to be royalty so that he could associate with our highest level of society, which was probably the Icelandic family that outright owned three very large for us at least (ten meters long) fishing boats.

Since the word we used for my position as head of the Althing was unique to Iceland there was no name for the position in the English or Scots language so the Scots lady decided that the word that fit me best was King. So I was King of Iceland which immediately made me uncomfortable and that made me very upset for some unknown reason. The English did not know much about Iceland so they had to send a member of the Royal family and not just an ordinary aristocrat.

My request was such a breach of protocol (or lie) that I hid from him when he arrived and for weeks afterwards. Everyone was willing to tell him that I had died and because they had no hand in requesting royalty the responsibility for that horrible deceitful request had died with me. Then he wanted to meet me and the others asked him why? He said to thank me of course. So I timidly came out of hiding and he profusely gave me all his gratitude by thanking me once every minute. As I slowly thawed out and stopped dreading him he explained to me that he, like many other barristers entering that phase of training, was destined to end up shuffling papers in the basement of a dank and dark London office building. Suddenly the school told him that we were giving him this opportunity to maintain his dignity and come to Iceland where he was stopping a war, establishing international trade for us as far away as the Baltic States and having more fun than he ever had in his life.

That is how we got the King of England on our side in their war against Iceland.

Who was I? I know I was respected but I was respected in all the lives I have had in Icelandic unlike most of the others that I have had in the last 500 years at least. That is why I want to return home.

All the records of what happened and all the credit might have been given to my husband. Was I known, I mean am I known today for what I did then in that life when I was a woman? There is nothing I can find in detail on the internet in English about this person who I was.

[June 30,2005 The next section in small bold print will be inserted later.

This point is about where I realized that my best friend in that life was my younger sister when I was Leif Ericson. I knew that she had been my sister in two previous lives but all I knew at that time was that in both of them I was a male Viking that was active in exploration. I did not know that in one I had been Leif Eriksson and in another I had been involved in the exploration and take over of Russia. Lots of souls reincarnate often in the same place and with 'soul friends' and often in groups. I was thinking while I was first writing this down that it was kind of interesting that she was my sister when I was Leif and then my best friend in this more recent life. Then I suddenly realized that since we were best friends and she was not my sister but we were speaking with a familiarity that men and women don't normally have then that meant....

OK, I was an Icelandic woman. It took me four hours deal with that issue which is the fastest I have ever accepted a previous life at a basic level. Once I dealt with it fully then my memories of that life became about 50 times as clear. This next information is much more highly detailed as you will see when you compared to what you have read so far.

I'm writing everything by memory and there is not much in English about Iceland history to be found on the internet (except the sagas) nor in the local library. I was a Norseman (or Norsewoman) at least four times and until I get better recall there will be some blending of the memories from those other Norse lives. It's more confusing when I incarnate in the same location and with the same souls friends.

It would help if I could learn more about her from history but that was a long time ago.

I have never had any Iceland friends in my current life and I know little about Iceland. There is a reason for it. Before now it would have given me preconceptions that might have blocked me from recalling these weaker past life memories. (Now it is OK).


Here is what we did in greater detail. My best friend and I went looking hopefully for an English wife of one of our men who could write our ideas down in England's language so that we could send it to the Barristers of England in London to see if they might send to Iceland a barrister. We were going tell them that we would pay them silver for the service, no matter how much they wanted. I got a lot of references but they were all to one woman who was a Scot who wrote really pretty but Scottish was not the language that was used in England and Scottish would never do for our needs. Finally we sought her out on the hopes that she knew an English wife who could write or knew of someone in England who could translate her Scottish writing into English.

The problem also was that she had five children and more.

>There were lots of Scottish wives since the Scottish did not want wives who enjoyed love making a lot and hated a wife that was any smarter than them. Those were the young Scottish ladies that came to our men who enjoyed them immensely. My own mother and at least one my fathers grandmothers in that life was Scottish.

(The average I.Q. of Icelanders at this time was almost 130, a massive intelligence. I can't make any appraisal about Icelanders today since to my knowledge I have never met an Icelander in this life but I may have talked with one once. Of course about the other I can't say either but because Icelandic ladies must still be very sensitive, I wouldn't say anything if I had.)

The Scottish wives made the absolute best mothers of all (Leif can explain it much better here) and her husbands family was sure taking advantage of it. She was raising about 6 children of other women as well as 5 of her own (and another that was due pretty soon). and I didn't think she would have much time to write even one letter for us. I got promises though from other wives and daughters to help her with the children if she wrote a letter.

It was in the afternoon and she had three children around her and she agreed to write us a letter in English! She asked who we wanted to write a letter to and I told her about the idea I had for getting a beginning barrister. She replied 'Oh, you will want a King', And I had to tell her that we were trying to avoid one of those at all costs. It looked like it was inevitable that we would get one soon anyway so we sure didn't need her to send for one right away. Then I asked her: 'Do they make Kings into barristers?' She replied with her wit: 'Not as such, what I mean is do you want a member of the royal family? He might be a prince or far distant cousin of the king but six weeks after he gets here he will declare himself king of Iceland and there is nothing you can do about it. All the members of the Royal family are born with that selfishness hidden away inside them.'

We left then to decide what we wanted to do and told her we would come back that night when the moon was high (that was when the children and her husband were asleep).

We talked about it as we left and my best friend told me she knew all about Royalty. She had learned about them when she was in Norway for a week about a half year earlier so she was the expert on all things English. The Althing voted and then appointed her to the position of ambassador so she could act on behalf of the Althing in our negotiations with the English. She told me all about royals in about two or three minutes and then told me some pertinent information that she came by from direct experience. When she was in Norway one royal woman came by on foot with two armed men as guards and my friend had to actually get off the road.

We thought maybe if the one we got wasn't like that we would survive. Then we could just assign one girl to him and if she swooned around him all the time then the rest of us could get on with our lives. We decided maybe two girls working in shifts would be better. Then they could change every four hours and stay fresher. However all the girls I that knew who were not married would be over there right away no matter what we wanted so they would by necessity have to take turns being enthralled by him. We thought that maybe a lot of girls at once would work even better. That way we might be able to corrupt him totally with 'pleasures of the flesh'. I know my girlfriends would love it and then we would never have to see him at all. Then when we finished we could give all the information to him when he left to go see the King of the English. That would work probably.

Then we thought maybe he is one of those Englishmen who like men. We both got really quiet and said nothing for awhile and decided maybe the Scot wife would know what to do in that case and so we would let her decide.

If we got a really good one that liked just girls and we liked him then it might be alright with the Althing if we gave up to him before the English ships came. Then maybe since we worked out so well already they might let him act as regent when they left. Nobody would get killed or maimed that way. So perhaps we better wait until after that time to corrupt him with 'pleasures of the flesh'. But how would we keep the single girls from starting before then? They were all starved for affection as it was. We all were. The coolness of our demeanor hid a fierce fire inside us Viking women that no man has ever suppose even existed. Not even the most perceptive of our Viking men.

Even if we had to get out of the road every time he came by it would not be so bad, except that I know my best friend and she would never put up with doing that ever again. She was still angry from that time in Norway and that was over six months ago. We decided that we were going to learn their language, English and also learn from the Scot lady how to read and write English in the next two weeks.

We went back that evening and she had three lamps going when we came in and she took down off the shelf her quill, a bottle of ink, some cloths and three pieces of high priced parchment. She said that she had once been a love letter writer in Scotland and wrote hundreds of letters a week and then just for the ladies of that region of Scotland. We didn't know what a love letter writer was but soon found out. She wrote love letters for ladies to their boyfriends and it was apparently a great art. Then the princess found out she was the best one in the kingdom and took her to the castle to write letters only for her. It made no sense to me or my best friend but we though she still might work out.

We thought it would have to be in the Scottish language but she told us she could write it in English too and in three styles including 'the Kings own' and that struck a bell. She had been in charge of just writing letters and feeding the queens pets.

She had started out with just writing love letters to the princesses one boyfriend. Then he didn't leave and the princess got a second and soon she had 20 boyfriends. The Scots lady also had to feed the princesses pets. One was really big bird called Ostrich and I thought it could never have been as large as she said. She said it bit the top of her head and not while she was bending over or when it was in a tree. I didn't believe her though. Not for a second.

That was too big of a bird for me to even start to believe. She had to also feed her large guard dogs too and she said they were so large that a single one could knock her down since they were almost as big as our ponies. All our birds were small and our dogs weren't much larger than the birds but my best friend who had been to Norway said that she had seen dogs nearly as large as ponys so I had to believe her about them and that bird named Ostrich. [I never found out that Ostrich wasn't his name but the kind of bird he was. In fact I did not know that there were many different kinds of birds. We only had about three types and they were similar so I thought Ostrich was a 600 pound Arctic Tern.


I was what is called an 'airhead'. (That is really great!*) A real looker who was 'filled up' with unusual strange thoughts that almost always worked out. It was too real for most men but the women loved it because unlike most men, we never decided or judged about our friends. We had to be like that because the single men often brought home dark (not blond) wives with strange ways. Except their ways seemed to all work (except for their ideas about drying clothes in Iceland) so it was OK no matter how strange their thoughts were. I almost forgot I had more strange thoughts than any other Icelandic woman so I was often put in charge of the new arriving wives.

Since I was filled up with strange ideas (that usually worked) I could understand theirs so I was usually the first person their husbands introduced their new wives to anyways. That is after they introduced them to their family. It turned out that I was always the friend they could depend on when they got confused or frustrated. Their first big frustration was usually not having the cooking spices available that they were used to. They would, sometimes after only two weeks, be so frustrated they were crying when they came to my home. Iceland does not grow a large variety of exotic spices but I had about 30 large bags of various spices available for them to chose from. Since the names often changed from town to town they had to smell and taste them to find those they were used to. Then when they left with their bags of spices they were very happy.

The next crisis was usually about not being able to speak Icelandic. There were always small children for that. We would tell her that we needed her to briefly look after four children. But it was really all to teach her our language. It was kind of sneaky but it worked best if she thought she was needed a lot. The two children that got along best with her stayed and the other two usually went home in a few days. They were asked to learn her language first and they could often learn up to 100 words a day and learn to talk it in a week and a half (if their mothers were smart Scots). Then they could take their time teaching her Icelandic. She got two friends that would do much more than teach her Icelandic. They would help her learn all about us and Iceland. In about two more months these wives were all happy.

There were no kidnapped women as us women would have killed any man who brought home a slave woman. Iceland has always been a friendly society.

Most of the Scot's ladies homes were ravaged with wars, plagues, and there were so many bad things that could kill them that they never lived past about 40 years of age. It was that unhealthy where they had grown up. Half the children often died in childhood and that was unbelievable to us in Iceland where only one in fifty died in childhood. The foreign women knew about Norway and assumed Iceland was a part of it and just as healthy with good natured people. There were many unmarried women in Scottish fishing villagers as many men were lost at sea or taken for armies and never seen again.

So the young women would often jump on the first Viking ship that sailed by and offer themselves in marriage. A lot of them were betrothed by parents to marry someone they did not want to spend their life with. Very often girls were simply sold behind their backs to wealthy men as slaves. So all of the new wives that came to Iceland were eager to leave their homes. Many were 'runaways' but that made their family look bad so the family would tell their friends that she had been kidnapped. It was never the case since there were often ten times the available women as there were single Viking men. The slavery issue never made any sense to me and has absolutely no merit in fact.

The new wives were all happy within a few months. Not a single one was ever unhappy and wanted to leave or we women would have put her on the first ship out! We were like wild horses and slaves were like broken horses. Just one slave who was unhappy to be there would have made all of us miserable and destroyed our society along with our happiness.*

July 12, 2005 I thought a person's photograph I saw on the internet was Freydis but it was another of Leif's relative. Freydis is alive and well though. I think she already knows who she was.

This is how I build a foundation. First I recall dreams of past lives and then glimpses of that life like the first part of this page. When I make a break through and the memories come tumbling through like on the second half of this page they are often almost too strong and threaten to imbalance me. Experiencing those female emotions fully and not being ready for them can be dangerous. I have to take a break of about a month so that those memories and emotions can intermesh with those of this life. I can then access those memories as if they happened in this life.

The goal? To integrate all the lives that I can recall so there is a smooth path back to infinity.



*From the Vikings point of view being slave masters would have been the worst thing possible. That would have been a slavery in itself.

We even found administering people in normal jobs as being quite distasteful. Nobody had any political aspirations in Viking culture. As far as my family being head of the Althing, we always voted for another family to try to get out of the job (but it never worked and we got stuck in it).

I should write the person who is now the Althing director in Iceland and ask them if they feel the same way about the job as I did.

Those sagas that tell of slaves who were men were referring to contract wage earners that could leave whenever they wanted. We did not have schools so we hired people for lots of things including for horse breeding, tanning, etc. I do recall very clearly now that we had two midwives and one had a five year contract. I recall this midwife easily and these details because I was involved in negotiation a second contract with her because she wanted to stay and get another five year contract. It was unusual because the contract help usually married an Icelander (both men and women) and set up a permanent independent shop or else they left and used the money as a dowry. Many women were betrothed before they came to Iceland on a contract just for the purpose of raising their dowry. The dowry was a practice we thoroughly disproved of however we benefited tremendously from it. The midwife was still unmarried and said she just wanted to stay for a few years longer (probably until she got a husband). We granted her a second contract. These midwives would have been called that word that people now think meant 'slave'. The foreign midwives knew all kinds of medical information that would not have been available in Iceland otherwise. They brought hundreds of herbs/drugs with them for treating every kind of ailment that a woman, man or child could have. So they were actually female doctors as well. I don't recall men doctors that we brought in but we brought in almost no men on contracts for the colony itself.

Those people are what they refer to as slaves but really were not as they could all leave whenever they wanted and take the money that they made. We gave a big bonus if they fulfilled their contract. We gave a partial bonus I think if they brought in a replacement to fill their position and contract. Also, they could not leave in the winter but nobody could because of ice and the northern storms.

Apparently in ancient times the Icelandic word we used for 'slave' meant 'working for another'. Everyone was included in the category except those did not work for others or those in the Viking government. I hear thatmthere are 'incidents on record of captains of trading ships being referred to as 'slave'. Being the captain it is obvious the word has to mean something else or that 'slave' would just sail away.

I know that the sagas refer to Leif being educated by a 'slave' named Thyrker.

At the age of eight, he lived with a man named Thyrker, a German his father had captured as a slave in a raid. Thyrker was well educated and taught Leif how to read and write runes and how to speak the languages of Ireland and Russia. He taught Leif how to be a good trader. Leif also learned the old Viking sagas, how to recognize valuable plants and how to be a skilled warrior (from Thyrker).

The captain owned his own ship and answered to no one. He was a Viking too as he knew about Viking war tactics and even his name 'Thyrker' says he was Viking. And no one has ever suggested that Vikings took other Vikings as slaves. There would have been a big war if that happened and you never heard of one happening at the time. This makes it even more clear.

Some would say that Tyrkir was just a German slave, but he'd been like a foster father to Leif, he'd served Leif's father, and many was the time he'd played with Leif as a boy or taught him the skills a Viking warrior would need. Here

What do they mean he 'was like a foster father' he was a foster father and he was known to call Tyrkir a foster father. You can read between the lines and easily realize that Thyrker was a ship captain who took the young Ericson on his Viking ship as an apprentice. It's strange they did not leave that part in the Sagas because that was filled with the most interesting stories. You have to also wonder how in the later saga's Eric's-son suddenly qualified to be the captain of a ship when he was 24 years old if he had not apprenticed to a captain for the required seven years. That apprenticeship is what that information was all about with Thyrker. My father paid him to educate me and that is where the term 'slave' came in and I guess they changed some of the saga and removed the captainship information to make it fit into the saga. (A captain who was slave would sail off with the 'masters' ship and just escape so they had to change it.) Now it makes sense doesn't it?

We Vikings were so independent that I can see why the word took on the same meaning as 'slave'. For us Vikings working for others felt like slavery (and it probably feels about the same to Icelanders today). That word should probably be changed from 'slave' to the term 'wage slave'. Wage slave is such a common English term. 'Wage slave' is even in the dictionary. There are 106,000 results on google for the term 'wage slave' and even a journal called 'wage slave'. I wonder if that journal is run by Scandinavians? Every language probably has a similar slang phrase for a wage earner and Scandinavians probably have several. It's a much more appropriate phrase so every body should change that word in the history books, the records and all the sagas from 'slave' to 'wage slave'.

Those people that were taken as 'slaves' at the Monasteries in England in the late 700's are probably what gave the world the idea that Vikings had slaves and that is probably how it got started. However those were not even Norsemen and I prove this fact on this page.

The Bible uses the word slaves for the Jews in Egypt. Read the Bible closely and you will see they had wages, housing, free medical (midwives at least), retirement, a six day work week and only the father seems to have had to work. All those are in the Bible but the Bible may not have listed all the job perks. It's not hard to figure out why the Jews got upset at Moses for rescuing them from that kind of slavery. Some people are going to read this and say to themselves, 'free housing and medical, I wonder where I can get an application for the position of 'slave''.

As a result of this 1000 year old system Icelanders use whatever works and are unconcerned about each part of the method used. They are very practical.

** How about that, I actually got to come back as an airhead? Airhead Icelandic women, who would have ever thought there was such a personality type? I guess most of the Icelandic women were idealistic airheads. I was probably just a bit more down to earth than most were.

Almost every single girl I have dated in this life has been an airhead. I like airheads mainly because I have so much fun with them and they like me because I consistently understand them and their magical way of life.

They don't know how lucky they are and they should never try to change. Not that it will do any good to try. They never can never change what is in their hearts and being an airhead is all about heart and if they have anything more than a pure heart, it is 'icing on the cake'.

That life was a relaxing 'vacation' from the hard lives of work I usually have as a man. My husband was, like they were with most Icelandic women at the time, incidental to their lives. Somewhat like most people think of cats. We used to refer to our husbands who went trading as our 'pleasure ships'. Then they would sail back into the 'home port' every few months and stay for awhile. Our husbands had other 'ports' avail themselves elsewhere. When our husbands left to go make money by trade or fish we Viking women would go back to our normal lives.


And why all the early settlements in Iceland were hidden


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