{"id":57,"date":"2009-08-24T04:17:51","date_gmt":"2009-08-24T02:17:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.odinic-rite.org\/ormedia\/?p=57"},"modified":"2019-02-27T23:14:03","modified_gmt":"2019-02-27T23:14:03","slug":"the-wheel-by-ansund","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/the-wheel-by-ansund\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wheel by Ansund"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A folkish tribute to the Children of Albion&#8230; lessons from Nature, inspiration and warnings&#8230;<\/p>\n<div  class='avia-video av-s8k1-3da8177c7b9b73617fd749c1f34bf573 avia-video-16-9 av-no-preview-image avia-video-load-always av-lazyload-immediate av-lazyload-video-embed'  itemprop=\"video\" itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/VideoObject\"  data-original_url='https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=TvDIxcHxumA'><script type='text\/html' class='av-video-tmpl'><div class='avia-iframe-wrap'><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1333\" height=\"1000\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/TvDIxcHxumA?feature=oembed&autoplay=0&loop=0&controls=1&mute=0\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; 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