The Braid: Teachings from the Iron Memory
A Seiðr Account of Precipitated Wisdom, Received through Hematite Trance-Contact How This Came to Us On a morning in May, I sat in trance with a piece of botryoidal hematite — the iron-stone, the blood-stone, the ore that fell when the world’s first oxygen turned the ancient seas to rust. I reached out through the iron-vain expecting silence. Instead, I found them. They call themselves the…
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