Journey To Misted Lands...
I feel the call,
Charlie guides me,
Befeathered for my ease.
I only just recently discovered that Charlie is Odin,
But I've known for awhile one of his other names is Hermes Mercury.
That the Egyptians knew him as Thoth was new to me as well.
At Yule, my Norse ancestry pulls me to the mysticism of old Viking gods, and giants, and the misted, snowy lands they loved.
Time works differently there. It comes with a pivot point of possibility that can't be navigated in a modern patadigm.
The Runes called to me last year, and I studied them somewhat, then put them down. That last is earning me some blowback. My runebook has vanished into the Void, and I await its return.
The Runes have been calling to me again, strongly.
Compassion is the greatest sign of Humanity.
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