Reblogged from strangegoingsonintheshed:
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.
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