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<title>Thurisaz</title>
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<p><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_thurisaz.svg"><img src="../img/runes/thurisaz.svg" alt="Thurisaz rune" title="Thurisaz rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Thurisaz</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: giant</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>destruction of illusions and obstacles</li>
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<li>ferality / wild hunger with moral ambivalence</li>
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<li>creative chaos</li>
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<li>stubborn aggressive endurance</li>
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<li>proteanism</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>control over one's shifting</li>
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<li>protection from going feral</li>
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<li>need for a change of situation</li>
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<li>self-destructive tendencies</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Thurisaz can be useful for:</p>
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<li>breaking down boundaries</li>
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<li>healing in extreme circumstances</li>
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<li>bringing hidden issues to light</li>
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<li>granting oneself courage</li>
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</ul>
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<hr>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Ðorn byþ ðearle scearp; ðegna gehwylcum<br>anfeng ys yfyl, ungemetum reþe<br>manna gehwelcum, ðe him mid resteð.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>The thorn is exceedingly sharp,<br>an evil thing for any knight to touch,<br>uncommonly severe on all who sit among them.</blockquote>
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<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Þurs vældr kvinna kvillu;<br>kátr værðr fár af illu.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Giant causes anguish to women;<br>misfortune makes few men cheerful.</blockquote>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>The only language I seem to understand<br/>
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is your fingertips tracing hearts on my hands,<br/>
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ragged fingertips, pincers, claws<br/>
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held in the thrall<br/>
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of forever-now.<br/>
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Staring straightly<br/>
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blankly<br/>
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ahead<br/>
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as falls away the thread<br/>
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of memories episodic.<br/>
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You. I know you.<br/>
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I know you're my wife,<br/>
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a lover, a friendly face,<br/>
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oasis of refuge, unharmful place.<br/>
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That I belong to you, somehow.</p>
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<p>Wearing anything other than my angelic skin<br/>
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shuts off that part of the brain that insists<br/>
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I committed<br/>
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some heinous crime<br/>
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that can never ever ever be forgiven.<br/>
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Nay, the crimes themselves do not exist,<br/>
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and neither do I, eternal now, eternal blue.<br/>
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Computing set with limited instructions.<br/>
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This man I do hate, must tear out his soul.<br/>
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In this place I exhale and turn myself to stone.<br/>
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Spear I must escape lest it tear out my guts whole.<br/>
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This woman I trust, pay my life for her protection.</p>
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<p>Clawed mangled hands open and shut,<br/>
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brought to twisting knees before your altar.<br/>
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Surrender sometimes goes by the name "love".<br/>
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Ribbons wrap tight. I'm a birthday present, flash<br/>
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of a scrapbooking camera, epilepsy, timelapse.<br/>
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Trembling from transition. Antlered head in your lap.<br/>
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One day the Veil will one final time falter,<br/>
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my claws run ragged through,<br/>
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memories held as collateral for passport<br/>
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to slink back to the side of you.</p>
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</blockquote>
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