Ho! I am perched like Eagles on the baying branches of Yggdrasil. I peer down upon Mt. Hagen; I see the witches' circle. In the distance Brace hangs crucified from the swastika. Liz is on the shoulder of Wotan, trying to get between his eyes. Mssr. Judge sips the blood of Him from the Grail. This is Part Three of our subseries on Colonia Dignidad