Here we are again in a place known as Mímisbrunner (Mímir’s Well), one of three wells found beneath the roots of the World Tree, Yggdrasil. The Seer and I have been a regular visitor here, seeking wisdom offered by the being known as Mímir (Old Norse – “The Remember”). What’s precipitated this visit you may ask? What are we meant to remember? The latter may be likened to the mysteries hidden within Pandora’s Box. A tad overstated you may think, but consulting a prophesying head residing in a sacred well is a precarious act. Odin had to offer a sacrifice, one of his eyes, in order to partake of its sacred waters. What have the Seer and I sacrificed? Enough and likely to do more of the same on this occasion we feel.

Deep within the well a consciousness wakens, He senses our approach and waits.

This part of the odyssey feels intangible, a mist shrouded landscape that may hide dangers. Mímir allows himself a smile and waits.

 Seething skies are dark in form,

Flowing like silken serpents are hungry waters,

See the maw of the beast in the depths,

Recoil in terror at a light blinding,

Silence an unwary tongue,

Whose you may well ask,

 Lest its venom bite you deep,

Lest its venom lull to sleep.