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<title>Inguz</title>
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<h1>Inguz</h1>

<p>Traditional meaning: Ing/Frey</p>

<p>Meanings when upright:</p>

<ul>
	<li>doorway home</li>
	<li>completion &amp; beginning of new cycle</li>
	<li>repressed memories</li>
	<li>things you need to improve on</li>
	<li>fertility and renewal</li>
	<li>sacrifice of the self to further self-growth</li>
	<li>pregnancy</li>
	<li>a period of isolated rest</li>
</ul>

<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>

<ul>
	<li>infertility</li>
	<li>a project still underway</li>
</ul>

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

<ul>
	<li>warding/protecting children</li>
	<li>keeping out negative energy</li>
	<li>casting glamours</li>
	<li>scrying and astral journeying</li>
	<li>storing magical power for later use</li>
</ul>

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

<blockquote>Ing wæs ærest mid East-Denum<br>gesewen secgun, oþ he siððan est<br>ofer wæg gewat; wæn æfter ran;<br>ðus Heardingas ðone hæle nemdun.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ing was first seen by men among the East-Danes,<br>till, followed by his chariot,<br>he departed eastwards over the waves.<br>So the Heardingas named the hero.</blockquote>

<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Inguz.</p>

<p>A modern poem:</p>

<blockquote>
	<p>"Why are you crying?<br/>
	We are going to be reunited<br/>
	before the sun rises.<br/>
	Before twelve more hours pass<br/>
	I will be in your steady arms at last."</p>

	<p>Because I must ask you, dear friend,<br/>
	to return to the Inside<br/>
	because there is a task for you yet.</p>

	<p>This swampy murky place<br/>
	has done a number on your psyche.<br/>
	I know that you carried some guilt<br/>
	at Rainroom's last painful parting,<br/>
	but here it's turned up to twenty-eight.<br/>
	I don't for the life of me understand<br/>
	why you agonize<br/>
	over something that happened in fourth grade<br/>
	or why you feel things would have turned out better<br/>
	had you to certain individuals been able to say goodbye.<br/>
	Isn't this what you wanted, Lethe?<br/>
	To disappear from their gaze<br/>
	without a trace?</p>

	<p>This guilt is a rock in your hands.<br/>
	Hold it, feel its heft,<br/>
	every jagged edge.<br/>
	You carry this around everywhere.<br/>
	For what purposes? To what end?<br/>
	A bludgeon to hold at arm's<br/>
	length<br/>
	to try to ensure you can't ever be harmed<br/>
	again?</p>

	<p>There is nothing that can be done<br/>
	for most of these,<br/>
	and for those that can, attempts to appease<br/>
	would just reopen old wounds and make matters worse.<br/>
	Please,<br/>
	Lethe,<br/>
	just accept that<br/>
	some people will dislike you no matter what.</p>

	<p>And some people love you despite all that you've done.</p>

	<p>Some know your entire herstory,<br/>
	even the parts they themselves did not see,<br/>
	and choose to love you anyway.</p>

	<p>If they can do so knowing no motives,<br/>
	then I see no reason you must<br/>
	with the heavy weight of guilt live.</p>

	<p>You can set<br/>
	the rock<br/>
	down. You can shed<br/>
	the burden.<br/>
	This paradox<br/>
	of a task:<br/>
	to not act,<br/>
	to not harm<br/>
	yourself any longer.</p>

	<p>And so I too must set you down<br/>
	back into your body on the bloodstrewn ground,<br/>
	alive and healed and undead.<br/>
	I'll keep my promise eventually, I swear;<br/>
	the end is within sight.<br/>
	I just need you<br/>
	to do<br/>
	this one thing<br/>
	before your vessel will let itself die.</p>
</blockquote>