It’s weird, isn’t it…how driving a straight road is mind-numbing, boring and sends you to sleep on more levels than one, while walking the old straight tracks just frees the mind and lets it roam… Perhaps it is to do with walking the earth… the physical relationship between the physical body and the planetary body that makes the difference…
You may be on to something with ‘seeing essences’. Or maybe it is seeing from essence, rather than preconception…or both. We didn’t see anyone at all after James at Ilkley that night… that was part of the weirdness. We had switched off normality and must have been asleep within minutes of the encounter. We were not acting rationally at all.
I had a look for a reconstruction of the Loki Stone, and this was the best I could find… an old drawing, but it does bring out some of the details. Perhaps because the stone is still in such a good state of preservation, there doesn’t seem to be a better one out there.
Speaking of twins… which seem to be cropping up again a fair bit lately… There were a good few curious stones at Kirkby Stephen though, including the capital with the twin wolves/dogs and the human head with legs. They don’t seem to be either gorging or guzzling either. We never did get to the bottom of that one.
Mind you, if you want Loki and Odin as twins, you might have to be looking at polarities rather than the traditional mythical relationships, though the Prose Edda does mention both of them as the father of Valli and there is a verse that suggests kinship, when Loki says:
Do you remember, Odin, when in bygone days
we mixed our blood together?
You said you would never drink ale
unless it were brought to both of us.
…so there is definitely a brotherhood by choice, if they are ‘mixing blood’. I wonder what dreams Loki would have had upon the Tree? Instead of following the voluntary sacrifice made by Odin, he is bound and tortured beneath the dripping venom of the serpent. Do you remember that we saw the scene carved on the Gosforth Cross, where Sigyn comes to comfort him?
The road north seems to be calling us again 🙂
The dog, by the way, says that a holiday is definitely required for one who is constantly on guard duty against pigeons, flies and postmen.
As is cheese.