The World Beyond

The Tryggevælde River moves slowly like a giant and lazy serpent through the valley before emptying into the Baltic Sea. One day for many thousand years ago the Valley was dominated by hundreds of megalithic tombs (dolmens), barrows or burial mounds, which were strategically positioned on ridges and fords, appearing above the landscape dotted with smaller mounds, earthworks and standing stones (menhirs).

Even if 95% of the megaliths are gone today, the remaining continue to be an impressive feature of the landscape. They are among the world's oldest remaining buildings. And - aligned to the position of the rising sun and other astronomical features.

The world as we know it ends when entering the ritual place. Sun, light and heat disappeares. Like in a tomb there is nothing else than a moist and chilly darkness. A smell of ancient times. Almost all sense impressions die. There is no happiness, no joys of the natural world, no pain or no sorrow. Also reminiscences of those disappeares. One can only feel one's bare soul in the darkness surrounded by the spirits of distant ancestors and heavy stones.

Peace. Existence beyond life and death. Heart beyond love and hate. But just for a moment, before entering the world of living again.

The association with the megalithic tomb me 5000 years back in time and makes this increable time frame insignificant. Time explodes. I am right here as my ancestors stood right here. They made this fantastic piece of holy architecture which is still so fresh, magical and powerful. My hands touch the same stones as my ancestors. We are together. It is a great feeling of meaningful continuation.