'Birthed by blood, charged by pain. Death comes to all, yet our voice remains.' - Conversations with Hel, Cris Ashburn, 2017 -
Death comes to us all. How does she visit you?
I have been thinking about my relationship with death and the history I hold with Hel. One of my oldest memories is of a skull-faced figure, robed in black, standing at the foot of my bed. Now, I remember running and jumping under my covers to hide from many things- zombie hands, spectral tigers, ghouls coming to drag me away from my home- but the robed figure was never one of them. When they were around I felt protected; a silent gaurdian keeping watch over my bedroom at night. They could see where my parents couldn't; around corners, through walls, and into the shadows themselves.
I now know this figure to be the goddess Hel.
While pondering on this memory, something much older sank in;
a realization that this physical bond went much deeper.
When I was born there was a complication with my delivery.