Let me explain something about witches and brooms which has long been lost knowledge.

All strands lead to one.

If you hold that one… you fly. Not through the air; but in the realms of seeing, wisdom, and recognition. Compared to that, flying through the air would be tedious.

This strand is a ‘trunk of eyes’ on a tree of souls. If you -turn its seeing back upon it source(s)-

[… at the end of every branch there is an eye. At the end of the ‘broomstick’, there is a meta-seer. This is turned (curved, bent — picture a ring broken between the opposite ends) back to gaze ‘at the tips of the bristles’…]

— the result is flight, in the ‘atmosphere’… of souls.

Now… where will you lay your [fragment missing] on such a strand?