Imagine with me, if you will, that we’re now sitting at the base of a great tree.
And beneath this tree is a deep and beautiful cave.
It’s full of all the medicines you’ll ever need, and at the bottom of this cave lives an old wise tortoise.
All time and all space turn on this turtle’s back, and as we descend, we begin to play a game of dice on its shell.
Each throw determines what constellations become birthed in the sky in the shape of runes.
The tree still sways above us, as this transformation magick takes place.
Then, Runes form on the shell of the tortoise and the across the thick bark of the tree.
Our life stories are written on the branch of the yew. It’s vapors like flames lick the thick dark air and invoke a trance.
Yewaz: The yew is a tree with rough bark,�hard and fast in the earth, supported by its roots,a guardian of flame and a joy upon the land Peorð is a source of recreation and amusement to the great,�where warriors sit blithely together in the banqueting-hall
What fates will be stirred up in the beneath? What change is upon us that is assisted by fate as the pillar of creation turns the wheel on it’s axis?
Well here we are.
At the base of the tree.
Meditating in the dark.
And wondering.
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