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<title>Raido</title>
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<h1>Raido</h1>

<p>Traditional meaning: riding</p>

<p>Meanings when upright:</p>

<ul>
	<li>movement from one state of being to another</li>
	<li>escaping from trouble</li>
	<li>arising after spiritual descent</li>
	<li>unstoppable force</li>
	<li>time to decide on something of great importance</li>
	<li>a person involved with the law or transportation</li>
</ul>

<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>

<ul>
	<li>draining someone's energy</li>
	<li>misleading business dealings (when paired with Ansuz</li>
	<li>a change in direction</li>
	<li>hard times are ahead</li>
	<li>spiritual boredom from rigid/stifling routines</li>
</ul>

<p>Raido can be useful for:</p>

<ul>
	<li>pushing over obstacles</li>
	<li>riding the waves of realization/awakening further</li>
	<li>getting oneself out of a rut</li>
	<li>obtaining justice</li>
</ul>

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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Rad byþ on recyde rinca gehwylcum<br>sefte ond swiþhwæt, ðamðe sitteþ on ufan<br>meare mægenheardum ofer milpaþas.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Riding seems easy to every warrior while he is indoors<br>and very courageous to him who traverses the high-roads<br>on the back of a stout horse.</blockquote>

<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Ræið kveða rossom væsta;<br>Reginn sló sværðet bæzta.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Riding is said to be the worst thing for horses;<br>Reginn forged the finest sword.</blockquote>

<p>A modern poem:</p>

<blockquote>
	<p>I promised Luce as she sat up on high<br/>
	that I would make it out of this house alive,<br/>
	but it's been nearly four years since<br/>
	the hasty impassioned words spilled from my lips<br/>
	and I am no closer to keeping it.</p>

	<p>I was too inexperienced, not yet downtrod<br/>
	to forsee the beginning of the Eschaton:<br/>
	governments imploding, prices the opposite,<br/>
	men I will never gaze upon my rights rescind.<br/>
	This room I once viewed as an unbarred jail cell<br/>
	has become a cocoon, a safe place from hell,<br/>
	and although I've supped on the sweet taste of wages<br/>
	there's no way I could these days survive by myself.</p>

	<p>It's not much of a choice if one bades me decide:<br/>
	"Run for it and perish, or stay here and die."<br/>
	Embed myself in a world I'm unequipped for<br/>
	and die on the streets forgotten and unmoored,<br/>
	or bury myself deeper in bedsheets every day<br/>
	until compost sets in and I begin to decay.</p>

	<p>I'm not sure that I have to make a choice,<br/>
	today, tomorrow, next week, month, ever.<br/>
	I could treat it like every other problem<br/>
	I have: ignore it as it gradually gets worse<br/>
	and try to live best I can in the meantime.<br/>
	<strong>But where to steer the boat if I <em>did</em> take the helm?<br/>
	Where to maraude that won't leave me devoid<br/>
	of this world in my body, murky depths of the sea<br/>
	no person can map and certainly not I?</strong><br/>
	It's been so long since I started drowning<br/>
	that my neck grew gills and I learned how to breathe.</p>
</blockquote>