All life is figured by them as a Tree. Igdrasil, the Ash-tree of existence, has its roots deep-down in the kingdoms of Death: its trunk reaches up heaven-high, spreads its boughs over the whole Universe: it is the Tree of Existence. At the foot of it, in the Death-Kingdom, sit the three Fates... watering its roots from the Sacred Well. It's "bough," with their buddings and disleafings, - events, things suffered, things done, catastrophes, - stretch through all lands and times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act or word? Its boughs are the Histories of Nations. The rustle of it is the noise of Human Existence, onwards from of old. I find no similitude so true as this of a Tree. Beautiful; altogether beautiful and great.
-Thomas Carlyle
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We are the body of the tree of yggdrasil and we hold the power of this tree in our souls, as we walk on the disolveing negative energy of the earth of Mitgard we are unconciously reminded of the death in Hellheim. Our bodies reach upwards into heaven of Asgard and our minds spread through the universe of Lossalfheim the path to creative inteligence. At the foot of each step we take stands a norn guideing our directions in the life we walk. The watering of the roots of our sacred spirit well is the purity of our concious awareness to our relationship with nature. The cycle of lifes elements constructive and destructive energies work in cycles and we are a part of this, the mistakes we make teach us wisdom and these effect the threads of karma in the world evolution. The power of the spirit develops as the tree grows in maturity which bears fruit as self sacrifice ,beauty, learning, love to those who seek the path of Odinn.
We are a part of that tree and it lives within us as we are one with the gods and goddesses of the Aesir and Vanir.
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