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=> p12.md Part 12
=> p13.md Part 13
=> p14.md Part 14
=> p15.md Part 15
=> mods/index.html Mods
=> runes/index.html Abbreviated Rune Guide
=> few/index.html The FEW 99.9% Completion Guide
=> gemini://gemini.deadendshrine.online Gemini
=> http://127.0.0.1:8888/USK@3igGCjaVr8BNYRhuRka8BA50089XeH-uOq1~m8FZ5KQ,pzggo6unfI9aZTSYJvimOyFFuQAQwrPYxpnbHN8k~L4,AQACAAE/deadendshrine/-1/ Freenet
=> http://blapi36sowfyuwzp4ag24xb3d4zdrzgtafez3g3lkp2rj4ho7lxhceid.onion Tor (HTTP)
=> gemini://blapi36sowfyuwzp4ag24xb3d4zdrzgtafez3g3lkp2rj4ho7lxhceid.onion Tor (Gemini)
=> http://2a55el42cobuxtls7iv6eoimejocybdekwnnaefcn4u2f5eydela.b32.i2p I2P (HTTP)
=> http://yggdrasil.deadendshrine.online Yggdrasil (HTTP)
=> http://3jhu7n37vhzf3mpusw77ilq7cwabpnqnd35c37ojn4v7vjuneeia.b32.i2p I2P (HTTP)
=> ipns://deadendshrine.online IPFS

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<a href="./p12.html">[12]</a>
<a href="./p13.html">[13]</a>
<a href="./p14.html">[14]</a>
<a href="./p15.html">[15]</a>
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<p>
<a href="./mods/index.html">[Mods]</a>
<a href="./flag/index.html" title="WARNING: EXTREME AUTISM">[TDPGF]</a>
<a href="./few/index.html">[The FEW 99.9% Completion Guide]</a>
<a href="./runes/index.html">[Abbreviated Rune Guide]</a>
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<a href="http://127.0.0.1:8888/USK@3igGCjaVr8BNYRhuRka8BA50089XeH-uOq1~m8FZ5KQ,pzggo6unfI9aZTSYJvimOyFFuQAQwrPYxpnbHN8k~L4,AQACAAE/deadendshrine/-1/">[Freenet]</a>
<a href="http://blapi36sowfyuwzp4ag24xb3d4zdrzgtafez3g3lkp2rj4ho7lxhceid.onion">[Tor]</a>
<a href="http://2a55el42cobuxtls7iv6eoimejocybdekwnnaefcn4u2f5eydela.b32.i2p">[I2P]</a>
<a href="http://3jhu7n37vhzf3mpusw77ilq7cwabpnqnd35c37ojn4v7vjuneeia.b32.i2p">[I2P]</a>
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<a href="ipns://deadendshrine.online/">[IPFS]</a>
<a href="gemini://gemini.deadendshrine.online">[Gemini]</a>
<a href="gemini://blapi36sowfyuwzp4ag24xb3d4zdrzgtafez3g3lkp2rj4ho7lxhceid.onion">[Tor Gemini]</a>
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<a href="mailto:lethe@deadendshrine.online">[Email]</a>
<a href="./lethe.gpg">[GPG Key]</a>
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</td>
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<td>Beastslayer</td>
<td>Fire Emblem Warriors</td>
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<p>
<a href="https://gamebanana.com/sounds/72929">[GAMEBANANA]</a>
<a href="ipfs://QmVV1KHszPYsYCpSmvStVZSnZHuDwTFswewNRZbzHP35iY">[IPFS]</a>
<a href="http://127.0.0.1:8888/CHK@7X1Xh-iPswvvBCOwIEl~b~mnaCfWaqpLnWkFTJNNbCQ,ma4sVTA8OrZMjdA893Ac97o3D5mKhsuraKRxlfRVkCw,AAMC--8/%5BFEW%5D%20Beastslayer.brstm">[FREENET]</a>
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<p class="blink2">Come find me!</p>
<p class="blink3">Come find me!</p>
<p><i>Please come find me.</i></p>
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<p>People come and go in my life, and the surfaces of my hands are no different. On my right thumb used to be a vertical scar on the joint that, in my childhood, would part like the beaches of a crimson ocean every winter and then close again come spring. Reacting to the cue of the temperature dropping, like a sliver in the heart to announce the arrival of the indifferent sky and the seasonal purposelessness that came with it. A sliver I would yearn to curl up into, the only color in the grayscale expanse of the season. It wouldn't usually bleed, but it <em>would</em> ache in response to touch. But sometime in my adolesence it stopped appearing, forgot to pick up a ticket for the winter train, decided that the yearly trip to my reality was no longer worth it.</p>
<p class="blink1"><em>Did I do something to repel you?</em></p>
<p class="blink2"><em>Did I do something?</em></p>
<p class="blink3"><em>Did I...</em></p>
<p>"Lethe?"</p>
<p>I don't look at her. I don't break gaze with the new scars across my knuckles. Each a few millimeters long, stinging in their own way when cleaned with soap. But none could ever hope to compete with the childhood thumb scar. Their mother. Their progenitor. The one who died to create a world they could live in.</p>
<p>"<em>Lethe?</em>"</p>
<p>A tassel from my new cloak brushes my hands. For all the months Jett had been working as a seamstress, I'd never been able to find her studio, never been able to visit her. But for my mother's birthday, my grandmother took us both to one in this Inside. She bought us both cloaks, woven on loom by disabled adults looking for dignity in their lives. She wrapped me in one of midnight blue, starlight with the Rainbow Bridge running through it. I looked at the handwritten price tag. I locked eyes with the one who'd made the cloak, who was clacking along on her loom at that moment, who would be for as long as she could see herself in the future.</p>
<p>Did she see any of herself in me? Did she wonder what life would be like if she were independent enough to live on her own? Because I saw myself in her. Saw myself in a future where my disability gets worse and my savings run out and I can't take care of myself anymore and I lose everything I've worked so hard to achieve these past six months. I saw myself in her, and I was spooked into silence for the rest of the trip.</p>
<p>"<em>Lethe!</em>"</p>
<p>Jett sits down beside me, forces open my now-clenched hands. I can see healing papercuts on hers. A new job at the library. Stopgap or new career path, I can't tell.</p>
<p>"Lethe. Breathe. Speak to me."</p>
<p>"I... um..." I wiggle my fingers, one after the other. One is redder than the others, more tender, more sore. "When you worked at the hospital, did you ever have to deal with burn patients?"</p>
<p>"You mean, back at the Town? Not personally."</p>
<p>I show her my finger. "So you <em>can't</em> tell me how much of my body I burned today?"</p>
<p>"Less than one percent." She grabs my arm, lifts it up. "This is nine percent." She drops that arm, grabs the other one, lifts that one. "This is also nine percent." She lets go, pats one of my legs. "Eighteen." Other leg. "Eighteen." Pats the top of my head. "Nine." Looks me right in the eyes as she puts a hand on one of my breasts. "Front of your chest is eighteen." Other hand on my back between my wings. "Back is eighteen."</p>
<p>"Your math is a little off."</p>
<p>"That's <em>my</em> line," she growls. Her hands drop. "The <em>other</em> one percent-" her fingers start walking along my leg, towards my hips- "belongs to..."</p>
<p>Then less than one percent of her body is in mine.</p>
<hr>
<p>We're lying on the floor, side-by-side. One of her arms is thrown over her eyes to block out the crack of sun spilling out from between the curtains. My childhood would have thought it a rare sight, bright sun in the middle of winter, but it's almost the end of December and we've had no persistent snow in Minnesota. No snow banks, no snowpeople, no snowball fights.</p>
<p>Without getting up, I feel along the floor for her free hand, grab it, start curling her fingers in and out as I count.</p>
<p>"Hmm?"</p>
<p>"Jett? When you take a number with at least two digits in it and add the digits together, and then you add nine, and then you add the digits of that answer together, you get the same thing as if you hadn't added nine in the first place."</p>
<p>She lifts her arm a bit, side-eyes me. "So this whole time I was thinking about us curling up under your mother's quilt, you were doing complex calculus in your head."</p>
<p>"Actually, I failed calculus in college."</p>
<p>"Yeah. I know. We coitus-ed the morning of your finals. And then you had an existental crisis, answered two questions on your final exam, and then booked it off campus as fast as your sprained knee would let you."</p>
<p>"And... there was a quilt from my mother hanging in that room, too."</p>
<p>"Very perceptive, Lethe." She wiggles her hand free from my grasp. "So thirty-five. Three plus five is... eight. Plus nine makes seventeen. Seven plus one makes... eight." Her brow furrows. "No, that has to be wrong. Sixty-five. Six plus five make eleven. One and one make two. Plus nine is... eleven again." She shakes her head. "I'm missing something. My angel number. One and one and one and four make seven. Plus nine is sixteen. One and six are- <em>dammit!</em>"</p>
<p>"Difficulties?"</p>
<p>"It doesn't feel like it should be true. But it is. You're going to drive me insane long before we ever get to Sablade."</p>
<p>"Speaking of that..." I pull myself up to my knees, loom over Jett, who is still counting digits on her fingers. "You told me to study Asatru a few years ago. And they really like the number nine. Like, <em>really</em> like nine. There are nine worlds. And we're in Midgard, right in the middle of everything. But that doesn't make any sense to me, Jett, because I <em>know</em> there are infinite worlds in the Outside." I touch my chest. "<em>I'm</em> one of them! So does everything I know, everything I've experienced, just neatly fit into Midgard because it's clearly nowhere else? I'm absolutely confounded. Explain this to me."</p>
<p>"I mostly just wanted you to study the runes." She pulls herself up to sitting. I straighten myself to give her room. "The map of the nine worlds isn't intended to be literal. Even if this one Inside was Midgard, where do you put the other planets? If life was licked out of the brine by Audhumla, then where did aliens come from? Do Huginn and Muninn put on space helmets to go visit the other planets to tell Odin what happens there? You'd think, with his desperate hunger for knowledge, he'd have more efficient methods. It's mythology, Lethe. It doesn't have to hold up to scrutiny. It's just a pretty story intended as a cultural baseline."</p>
<p>"I... wonder what myths the people of Sablade will write about us." A pause. "I hope that they write that we stay in love with each other forever."</p>
<p>Jett starts counting on her fingers again.</p>
<p>"Lethe, guess what else has the number nine?"</p>
<p>"What?"</p>
<p>"What important event happened in 2014?"</p>
<p>"I... discovered I like women? And I had my first relationship in this Inside? And my first breakup?"</p>
<p>She winces. <em>"And then what?</em> What other thing happened for the first time in this Inside?"</p>
<p class="blink1"><em>Your powers are perfectly matched here.</em></p>
<p class="blink2"><em>Your powers are... here.</em></p>
<p class="blink3"><em>You're... here!</em></p>
<p>"I... I saw your face!"</p>
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People come and go in my life, and the surfaces of my hands are no different. On my right thumb used to be a vertical scar on the joint that, in my childhood, would part like the beaches of a crimson ocean every winter and then close again come spring. Reacting to the cue of the temperature dropping, like a sliver in the heart to announce the arrival of the indifferent sky and the seasonal purposelessness that came with it. A sliver I would yearn to curl up into, the only color in the grayscale expanse of the season. It wouldn't usually bleed, but it *would* ache in response to touch. But sometime in my adolesence it stopped appearing, forgot to pick up a ticket for the winter train, decided that the yearly trip to my reality was no longer worth it.
*Did I do something to repel you?*
*Did I do something?*
*Did I...*
"Lethe?"
I don't look at her. I don't break gaze with the new scars across my knuckles. Each a few millimeters long, stinging in their own way when cleaned with soap. But none could ever hope to compete with the childhood thumb scar. Their mother. Their progenitor. The one who died to create a world they could live in.
"*Lethe?*"
A tassel from my new cloak brushes my hands. For all the months Jett had been working as a seamstress, I'd never been able to find her studio, never been able to visit her. But for my mother's birthday, my grandmother took us both to one in this Inside. She bought us both cloaks, woven on loom by disabled adults looking for dignity in their lives. She wrapped me in one of midnight blue, starlight with the Rainbow Bridge running through it. I looked at the handwritten price tag. I locked eyes with the one who'd made the cloak, who was clacking along on her loom at that moment, who would be for as long as she could see herself in the future.
Did she see any of herself in me? Did she wonder what life would be like if she were independent enough to live on her own? Because I saw myself in her. Saw myself in a future where my disability gets worse and my savings run out and I can't take care of myself anymore and I lose everything I've worked so hard to achieve these past six months. I saw myself in her, and I was spooked into silence for the rest of the trip.
"*Lethe!*"
Jett sits down beside me, forces open my now-clenched hands. I can see healing papercuts on hers. A new job at the library. Stopgap or new career path, I can't tell.
"Lethe. Breathe. Speak to me."
"I... um..." I wiggle my fingers, one after the other. One is redder than the others, more tender, more sore. "When you worked at the hospital, did you ever have to deal with burn patients?"
"You mean, back at the Town? Not personally."
I show her my finger. "So you *can't* tell me how much of my body I burned today?"
"Less than one percent." She grabs my arm, lifts it up. "This is nine percent." She drops that arm, grabs the other one, lifts that one. "This is also nine percent." She lets go, pats one of my legs. "Eighteen." Other leg. "Eighteen." Pats the top of my head. "Nine." Looks me right in the eyes as she puts a hand on one of my breasts. "Front of your chest is eighteen." Other hand on my back between my wings. "Back is eighteen."
"Your math is a little off."
"That's *my* line," she growls. Her hands drop. "The *other* one percent-" her fingers start walking along my leg, towards my hips- "belongs to..."
Then less than one percent of her body is in mine.
***
We're lying on the floor, side-by-side. One of her arms is thrown over her eyes to block out the crack of sun spilling out from between the curtains. My childhood would have thought it a rare sight, bright sun in the middle of winter, but it's almost the end of December and we've had no persistent snow in Minnesota. No snow banks, no snowpeople, no snowball fights.
Without getting up, I feel along the floor for her free hand, grab it, start curling her fingers in and out as I count.
"Hmm?"
"Jett? When you take a number with at least two digits in it and add the digits together, and then you add nine, and then you add the digits of that answer together, you get the same thing as if you hadn't added nine in the first place."
She lifts her arm a bit, side-eyes me. "So this whole time I was thinking about us curling up under your mother's quilt, you were doing complex calculus in your head."
"Actually, I failed calculus in college."
"Yeah. I know. We coitus-ed the morning of your finals. And then you had an existental crisis, answered two questions on your final exam, and then booked it off campus as fast as your sprained knee would let you."
"And... there was a quilt from my mother hanging in that room, too."
"Very perceptive, Lethe." She wiggles her hand free from my grasp. "So thirty-five. Three plus five is... eight. Plus nine makes seventeen. Seven plus one makes... eight." Her brow furrows. "No, that has to be wrong. Sixty-five. Six plus five make eleven. One and one make two. Plus nine is... eleven again." She shakes her head. "I'm missing something. My angel number. One and one and one and four make seven. Plus nine is sixteen. One and six are- *dammit!*"
"Difficulties?"
"It doesn't feel like it should be true. But it is. You're going to drive me insane long before we ever get to Sablade."
"Speaking of that..." I pull myself up to my knees, loom over Jett, who is still counting digits on her fingers. "You told me to study Asatru a few years ago. And they really like the number nine. Like, *really* like nine. There are nine worlds. And we're in Midgard, right in the middle of everything. But that doesn't make any sense to me, Jett, because I *know* there are infinite worlds in the Outside." I touch my chest. "*I'm* one of them! So does everything I know, everything I've experienced, just neatly fit into Midgard because it's clearly nowhere else? I'm absolutely confounded. Explain this to me."
"I mostly just wanted you to study the runes." She pulls herself up to sitting. I straighten myself to give her room. "The map of the nine worlds isn't intended to be literal. Even if this one Inside was Midgard, where do you put the other planets? If life was licked out of the brine by Audhumla, then where did aliens come from? Do Huginn and Muninn put on space helmets to go visit the other planets to tell Odin what happens there? You'd think, with his desperate hunger for knowledge, he'd have more efficient methods. It's mythology, Lethe. It doesn't have to hold up to scrutiny. It's just a pretty story intended as a cultural baseline."
"I... wonder what myths the people of Sablade will write about us." A pause. "I hope that they write that we stay in love with each other forever."
Jett starts counting on her fingers again.
"Lethe, guess what else has the number nine?"
"What?"
"What important event happened in 2014?"
"I... discovered I like women? And I had my first relationship in this Inside? And my first breakup?"
She winces. "*And then what?* What other thing happened for the first time in this Inside?"
*Your powers are perfectly matched here.*
*Your powers are... here.*
*You're... here!*
"I... I saw your face!"

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<title>Fehu</title>
<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_fehu.svg"><img src="../img/runes/fehu.svg" alt="Fehu rune" title="Fehu rune"></a></p>
<h1>Fehu</h1>
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<h1>Fehu</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: cattle, wealth</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: cattle, wealth</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>creative fire</li>
<li>synergy</li>
<li>networking and creative connections</li>
<li>self-knowledge</li>
<li>good luck / hope</li>
<li>fortunate outcome</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>foresight is needed</li>
<li>creative fire</li>
<li>synergy</li>
<li>networking and creative connections</li>
<li>self-knowledge</li>
<li>good luck / hope</li>
<li>fortunate outcome</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>something is blocking luck</li>
<li>hoarding one's wealth wrongly</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>something is blocking luck</li>
<li>hoarding one's wealth wrongly</li>
</ul>
<p>Fehu can be useful for:</p>
<p>Fehu can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>lightening depression</li>
<li>easing conflicts</li>
<li>inspiration</li>
<li>strengthening psychic powers</li>
<li>promotion of personal evolution</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>lightening depression</li>
<li>easing conflicts</li>
<li>inspiration</li>
<li>strengthening psychic powers</li>
<li>promotion of personal evolution</li>
<li>drawing wealth or riches</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Feoh byþ frofur fira gehwylcum;<br/>sceal Ðeah manna gehwylc miclun hyt dælan<br/>gif he wile for drihtne domes hleotan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Feoh byþ frofur fira gehwylcum;<br/>sceal Ðeah manna gehwylc miclun hyt dælan<br/>gif he wile for drihtne domes hleotan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Wealth is a comfort to all men;<br/>yet must every man bestow it freely,<br/>if he wish to gain honour in the sight of the Lord.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Wealth is a comfort to all men;<br/>yet must every man bestow it freely,<br/>if he wish to gain honour in the sight of the Lord.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Fé vældr frænda róge;<br/>føðesk ulfr í skóge.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Fé vældr frænda róge;<br/>føðesk ulfr í skóge.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Wealth is a source of discord among kinsmen;<br/>the wolf lives in the forest.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Wealth is a source of discord among kinsmen;<br/>the wolf lives in the forest.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"You know exactly what kind of future I want,"<br/>
you replied<br/>
one night<br/>
when anxiety did haunt<br/>
my skin, my ligaments, my every bone,<br/>
wondering when comes my time to return home.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"You know exactly what kind of future I want,"<br/>
you replied<br/>
one night<br/>
when anxiety did haunt<br/>
my skin, my ligaments, my every bone,<br/>
wondering when comes my time to return home.</p>
<p>Let the seals<br/>
be broken; let the truth<br/>
be revealed!<br/>
It's been a long time since I let myself feel<br/>
anything other than monotony, playing the marathon<br/>
runner in sight of the finish line,<br/>
the last of the homework<br/>
or typing 'til midnight.</p>
<p>Let the seals<br/>
be broken; let the truth<br/>
be revealed!<br/>
It's been a long time since I let myself feel<br/>
anything other than monotony, playing the marathon<br/>
runner in sight of the finish line,<br/>
the last of the homework<br/>
or typing 'til midnight.</p>
<p>This draconic blood I could never still,<br/>
but still I managed to amass myself a hill<br/>
of words not spoken, not written down,<br/>
enough to bury me or in them myself drown.<br/>
For, I must admit, I was planning<br/>
on being at least somewhat dead by now<br/>
with no need for verse or musical tone,<br/>
just coma's deep sleep 'til you come<br/>
and finally bring me home.</p>
<p>This draconic blood I could never still,<br/>
but still I managed to amass myself a hill<br/>
of words not spoken, not written down,<br/>
enough to bury me or in them myself drown.<br/>
For, I must admit, I was planning<br/>
on being at least somewhat dead by now<br/>
with no need for verse or musical tone,<br/>
just coma's deep sleep 'til you come<br/>
and finally bring me home.</p>
<p>"You know what kind of future I desire,"<br/>
you affirm<br/>
as I burn<br/>
on my own funeral pyre<br/>
over and over again every day,<br/>
impatient for egress together to Sablade.</p>
<p>"You know what kind of future I desire,"<br/>
you affirm<br/>
as I burn<br/>
on my own funeral pyre<br/>
over and over again every day,<br/>
impatient for egress together to Sablade.</p>
<p>All the writing guides I've ever read say<br/>
that it's kind of like learning to ride a bike.<br/>
You never really forget, but sometimes<br/>
you have to get off and go for a hike<br/>
dragging the damn thing alongside<br/>
you until the road is flat and smooth again.</p>
<p>All the writing guides I've ever read say<br/>
that it's kind of like learning to ride a bike.<br/>
You never really forget, but sometimes<br/>
you have to get off and go for a hike<br/>
dragging the damn thing alongside<br/>
you until the road is flat and smooth again.</p>
<p>And sometimes a friend<br/>
lends<br/>
you a hand.</p>
<p>And sometimes a friend<br/>
lends<br/>
you a hand.</p>
<p>I turn my head to the sunsetting sky<br/>
bleeding purple and blue and discarded peach rinds.<br/>
Half-delirious, you're not far behind<br/>
me<br/>
as I hold up my hand to catch the waking breeze.<br/>
A head on my shoulder, a hand on my belt.<br/>
"Do you hear the leaves rustling? <strong>It's our wealth.</strong>"</p>
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<p>I turn my head to the sunsetting sky<br/>
bleeding purple and blue and discarded peach rinds.<br/>
Half-delirious, you're not far behind<br/>
me<br/>
as I hold up my hand to catch the waking breeze.<br/>
A head on my shoulder, a hand on my belt.<br/>
"Do you hear the leaves rustling? <strong>It's our wealth.</strong>"</p>
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<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_uruz.svg"><img src="../img/runes/uruz.svg" alt="Uruz rune" title="Uruz rune"></a></p>
<h1>Uruz</h1>
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<h1>Uruz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: aurochs (a <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230814165852/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurochs">now-extinct cattle species</a>)</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: aurochs (a <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230814165852/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurochs">now-extinct cattle species</a>)</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>growth</li>
<li>raw life energy</li>
<li>anchors / grounding</li>
<li>restoration of the self</li>
<li>stamina/strength to endure</li>
<li>boundaries/integrity of the self</li>
<li>psychological healing</li>
<li>freedom</li>
<li>new beginnings</li>
<li>initiation / challenge</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>growth</li>
<li>raw life energy</li>
<li>anchors / grounding</li>
<li>restoration of the self</li>
<li>stamina/strength to endure</li>
<li>boundaries/integrity of the self</li>
<li>psychological healing</li>
<li>freedom</li>
<li>new beginnings</li>
<li>initiation / challenge</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>emotional blockages</li>
<li>need for grounding</li>
<li>out of touch with reality</li>
<li>let go of the past</li>
<li>difficulty making a change</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>emotional blockages</li>
<li>need for grounding</li>
<li>out of touch with reality</li>
<li>let go of the past</li>
<li>difficulty making a change</li>
<li>overprotectiveness</li>
<li>strength used wrongly</li>
</ul>
<p>Uruz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Uruz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>applying spiritual/mystical lessons to the physical world</li>
<li>remaining calm</li>
<li>grounding</li>
<li>physical strengthening / healing</li>
<li>acquiring knowledge of the self</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>applying spiritual/mystical lessons to the physical world</li>
<li>remaining calm</li>
<li>grounding</li>
<li>physical strengthening / healing</li>
<li>acquiring knowledge of the self</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ur byþ anmod ond oferhyrned,<br>felafrecne deor, feohteþ mid hornum<br>mære morstapa; þæt is modig wuht.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ur byþ anmod ond oferhyrned,<br>felafrecne deor, feohteþ mid hornum<br>mære morstapa; þæt is modig wuht.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The aurochs is proud and has great horns;<br>it is a very savage beast and fights with its horns;<br>a great ranger of the moors, it is a creature of mettle.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The aurochs is proud and has great horns;<br>it is a very savage beast and fights with its horns;<br>a great ranger of the moors, it is a creature of mettle.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Úr er af illu jarne;<br>opt løypr ræinn á hjarne.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Úr er af illu jarne;<br>opt løypr ræinn á hjarne.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Dross comes from bad iron;<br>the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Dross comes from bad iron;<br>the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>I don't want our minds to merge completely</strong>,<br/>
being one person in two bodies.<br/>
It's surreal to experience bilocality,<br/>
but I'd miss you something fierce.</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>I don't want our minds to merge completely</strong>,<br/>
being one person in two bodies.<br/>
It's surreal to experience bilocality,<br/>
but I'd miss you something fierce.</p>
<p>Even though there are times<br/>
when each other we cannot stand,<br/>
they stand few and far between.<br/>
There is no deal that can be dealt by the divine<br/>
to make me discard this life of ours newly began.</p>
<p>Even though there are times<br/>
when each other we cannot stand,<br/>
they stand few and far between.<br/>
There is no deal that can be dealt by the divine<br/>
to make me discard this life of ours newly began.</p>
<p>You said it once before, and it still rings true:<br/>
"Lethe, I don't want to ever lose you."<br/>
And lose me you would if you let me subsume<br/>
into your heart when pangs<br/>
the pains of existence yet again.</p>
<p>You said it once before, and it still rings true:<br/>
"Lethe, I don't want to ever lose you."<br/>
And lose me you would if you let me subsume<br/>
into your heart when pangs<br/>
the pains of existence yet again.</p>
<p>In emergency I gave you part of my soul.<br/>
Does that mean we won't ever again be alone?<br/>
Maybe in some sense. But in others I hope<br/>
you get as much time<br/>
to by yourself unwind<br/>
every night when from work you come home.</p>
<p>In emergency I gave you part of my soul.<br/>
Does that mean we won't ever again be alone?<br/>
Maybe in some sense. But in others I hope<br/>
you get as much time<br/>
to by yourself unwind<br/>
every night when from work you come home.</p>
<p>I love you, you know. And I only want<br/>
that you get as much <strong>freedom</strong> as you've always sought.<br/>
And if with me's the future<br/>
you've always desired,<br/>
there's no need to yearn - it you've already got.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I love you, you know. And I only want<br/>
that you get as much <strong>freedom</strong> as you've always sought.<br/>
And if with me's the future<br/>
you've always desired,<br/>
there's no need to yearn - it you've already got.</p>
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<h1>Thurisaz</h1>
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<h1>Thurisaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: giant</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: giant</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>destruction of illusions and obstacles</li>
<li>ferality / wild hunger with moral ambivalence</li>
<li>creative chaos</li>
<li>stubborn aggressive endurance</li>
<li>proteanism</li>
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<ul>
<li>destruction of illusions and obstacles</li>
<li>ferality / wild hunger with moral ambivalence</li>
<li>creative chaos</li>
<li>stubborn aggressive endurance</li>
<li>proteanism</li>
<li>unskilled brutal person</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>control over one's shifting</li>
<li>protection from going feral</li>
<li>need for a change of situation</li>
<li>self-destructive tendencies</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>control over one's shifting</li>
<li>protection from going feral</li>
<li>need for a change of situation</li>
<li>self-destructive tendencies</li>
<li>defenselessness/danger</li>
<li>misery in relations with the opposite sex</li>
</ul>
<p>Thurisaz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Thurisaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>breaking down boundaries</li>
<li>healing in extreme circumstances</li>
<li>bringing hidden issues to light</li>
<li>granting oneself courage</li>
<li>destruction of enemies</li>
<li>awakening of the will to action</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>breaking down boundaries</li>
<li>healing in extreme circumstances</li>
<li>bringing hidden issues to light</li>
<li>granting oneself courage</li>
<li>destruction of enemies</li>
<li>awakening of the will to action</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ðorn byþ ðearle scearp; ðegna gehwylcum<br>anfeng ys yfyl, ungemetum reþe<br>manna gehwelcum, ðe him mid resteð.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ðorn byþ ðearle scearp; ðegna gehwylcum<br>anfeng ys yfyl, ungemetum reþe<br>manna gehwelcum, ðe him mid resteð.</blockquote>
<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>
<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>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Þurs vældr kvinna kvillu;<br>kátr værðr fár af illu.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Þurs vældr kvinna kvillu;<br>kátr værðr fár af illu.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Giant causes anguish to women;<br>misfortune makes few men cheerful.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Giant causes anguish to women;<br>misfortune makes few men cheerful.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The only language I seem to understand<br/>
is your fingertips tracing hearts on my hands,<br/>
ragged fingertips, pincers, claws<br/>
held in the thrall<br/>
of forever-now.<br/>
Staring straightly<br/>
blankly<br/>
ahead<br/>
as falls away the thread<br/>
of memories episodic.<br/>
You. I know you.<br/>
I know you're my wife,<br/>
a lover, a friendly face,<br/>
oasis of refuge, unharmful place.<br/>
That I belong to you, somehow.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The only language I seem to understand<br/>
is your fingertips tracing hearts on my hands,<br/>
ragged fingertips, pincers, claws<br/>
held in the thrall<br/>
of forever-now.<br/>
Staring straightly<br/>
blankly<br/>
ahead<br/>
as falls away the thread<br/>
of memories episodic.<br/>
You. I know you.<br/>
I know you're my wife,<br/>
a lover, a friendly face,<br/>
oasis of refuge, unharmful place.<br/>
That I belong to you, somehow.</p>
<p>Wearing anything other than my angelic skin<br/>
shuts off that part of the brain that insists<br/>
I committed<br/>
some heinous crime<br/>
that can never ever ever be forgiven.<br/>
Nay, the crimes themselves do not exist,<br/>
and neither do I, eternal now, eternal blue.<br/>
Computing set with limited instructions.<br/>
This man I do hate, must tear out his soul.<br/>
In this place I exhale and turn myself to stone.<br/>
Spear I must escape lest it tear out my guts whole.<br/>
This woman I trust, pay my life for her protection.</p>
<p>Wearing anything other than my angelic skin<br/>
shuts off that part of the brain that insists<br/>
I committed<br/>
some heinous crime<br/>
that can never ever ever be forgiven.<br/>
Nay, the crimes themselves do not exist,<br/>
and neither do I, eternal now, eternal blue.<br/>
Computing set with limited instructions.<br/>
This man I do hate, must tear out his soul.<br/>
In this place I exhale and turn myself to stone.<br/>
Spear I must escape lest it tear out my guts whole.<br/>
This woman I trust, pay my life for her protection.</p>
<p>Clawed mangled hands open and shut,<br/>
brought to twisting knees before your altar.<br/>
Surrender sometimes goes by the name "love".<br/>
Ribbons wrap tight. I'm a birthday present, flash<br/>
of a scrapbooking camera, epilepsy, timelapse.<br/>
Trembling from transition. Antlered head in your lap.<br/>
One day the Veil will one final time falter,<br/>
<strong>my claws run ragged through</strong>,<br/>
memories held as collateral for passport<br/>
to slink back to the side of you.</p>
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<p>Clawed mangled hands open and shut,<br/>
brought to twisting knees before your altar.<br/>
Surrender sometimes goes by the name "love".<br/>
Ribbons wrap tight. I'm a birthday present, flash<br/>
of a scrapbooking camera, epilepsy, timelapse.<br/>
Trembling from transition. Antlered head in your lap.<br/>
One day the Veil will one final time falter,<br/>
<strong>my claws run ragged through</strong>,<br/>
memories held as collateral for passport<br/>
to slink back to the side of you.</p>
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<title>Ansuz</title>
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<h1>Ansuz</h1>
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<h1>Ansuz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: mouth, god</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: mouth, god</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>unclogging</li>
<li>opens way for purification</li>
<li>transcending turmoil of emotions</li>
<li>Odin's ravens</li>
<li>total shattering revelation</li>
<li>inspiration in the arts</li>
<li>clarity of communication</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>unclogging</li>
<li>opens way for purification</li>
<li>transcending turmoil of emotions</li>
<li>Odin's ravens</li>
<li>total shattering revelation</li>
<li>inspiration in the arts</li>
<li>clarity of communication</li>
<li>responsibility to ancestral ways</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>binding but without harm (dispassionate and removed)</li>
<li>mental blockage</li>
<li>unwillingness to face reality</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>binding but without harm (dispassionate and removed)</li>
<li>mental blockage</li>
<li>unwillingness to face reality</li>
<li>delusion</li>
<li>danger from misuse of knowledge</li>
</ul>
<p>Ansuz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Ansuz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>finding one's voice</li>
<li>cleansing</li>
<li>expanding consciousness</li>
<li>releasing oneself of unhealthy bonds</li>
<li>revealing all secrets</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>finding one's voice</li>
<li>cleansing</li>
<li>expanding consciousness</li>
<li>releasing oneself of unhealthy bonds</li>
<li>revealing all secrets</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Os byþ ordfruma ælere spræce,<br>wisdomes wraþu ond witena frofur<br>and eorla gehwam eadnys ond tohiht.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Os byþ ordfruma ælere spræce,<br>wisdomes wraþu ond witena frofur<br>and eorla gehwam eadnys ond tohiht.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The mouth is the source of all language,<br>a pillar of wisdom and a comfort to wise men,<br>a blessing and a joy to every knight.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The mouth is the source of all language,<br>a pillar of wisdom and a comfort to wise men,<br>a blessing and a joy to every knight.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Óss er flæstra færða<br>fo,r; en skalpr er sværða.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Óss er flæstra færða<br>fo,r; en skalpr er sværða.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Estuary is the way of most journeys;<br>but a scabbard is of swords.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Estuary is the way of most journeys;<br>but a scabbard is of swords.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Black and blue sitting dollar store tree bird<br/>
and frozen pack of neon gummy worms<br/>
and sea of pillows and socks and blankets<br/>
tugged with mouth in vague shape of nest.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Black and blue sitting dollar store tree bird<br/>
and frozen pack of neon gummy worms<br/>
and sea of pillows and socks and blankets<br/>
tugged with mouth in vague shape of nest.</p>
<p>Looming overhead with quarry in mouth<br/>
to taunt a girl who words is without,<br/>
<strong>open mouth, shut, gaping, hungry outcry</strong><br/>
to let loose the worm that hangs from lips on high.</p>
<p>Looming overhead with quarry in mouth<br/>
to taunt a girl who words is without,<br/>
<strong>open mouth, shut, gaping, hungry outcry</strong><br/>
to let loose the worm that hangs from lips on high.</p>
<p>Ravenous in more ways than one,<br/>
need to be fed before chirping and hum<br/>
can take the shape of coherent words.<br/>
Nesting together. Intertwined wings as birds,</p>
<p>Ravenous in more ways than one,<br/>
need to be fed before chirping and hum<br/>
can take the shape of coherent words.<br/>
Nesting together. Intertwined wings as birds,</p>
<p>extra pair with hands tucked in armpits.<br/>
Head snuggled in neck, close enough for kiss<br/>
but satisfied for now with pounding heartbeat<br/>
announcing that Muse has not yet met defeat.</p>
<p>extra pair with hands tucked in armpits.<br/>
Head snuggled in neck, close enough for kiss<br/>
but satisfied for now with pounding heartbeat<br/>
announcing that Muse has not yet met defeat.</p>
<p>It happens sometimes, backslide to animal<br/>
when words run dry, of inspiration a lull.<br/>
Nest of blankets and pillows, warm lover's embrace.<br/>
No deadlines to meet; take flight at your own pace.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>It happens sometimes, backslide to animal<br/>
when words run dry, of inspiration a lull.<br/>
Nest of blankets and pillows, warm lover's embrace.<br/>
No deadlines to meet; take flight at your own pace.</p>
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<h1>Raido</h1>
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<h1>Raido</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: riding</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: riding</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</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>
</ul>
<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>
<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>
</ul>
<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>
<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>
<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>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<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>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>
<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>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ræið kveða rossom væsta;<br>Reginn sló sværðet bæzta.</blockquote>
<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>
<blockquote>Riding is said to be the worst thing for horses;<br>Reginn forged the finest sword.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<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>
<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>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>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>
<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>
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<h1>Kenaz</h1>
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<h1>Kenaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: ulcer, torch</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: ulcer, torch</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>mental dexterity</li>
<li>shape-shifting</li>
<li>fruition of ideas</li>
<li>teachers and education</li>
<li>light in the darkness</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>mental dexterity</li>
<li>shape-shifting</li>
<li>fruition of ideas</li>
<li>teachers and education</li>
<li>light in the darkness</li>
<li>an artist</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>creative block</li>
<li>illness</li>
<li>something that will get worse if unattended</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>creative block</li>
<li>illness</li>
<li>something that will get worse if unattended</li>
<li>unwanted end to relationship</li>
<li>problems with children</li>
</ul>
<p>Kenaz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Kenaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>manifesting intellectual endeavors / creative inspiration</li>
<li>warding away negative energy</li>
<li>reducing anger or making it useful</li>
<li>ancestor work</li>
<li>healing through regeneration</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>manifesting intellectual endeavors / creative inspiration</li>
<li>warding away negative energy</li>
<li>reducing anger or making it useful</li>
<li>ancestor work</li>
<li>healing through regeneration</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Cen byþ cwicera gehwam, cuþ on fyre<br>blac ond beorhtlic, byrneþ oftust<br>ðær hi æþelingas inne restaþ.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Cen byþ cwicera gehwam, cuþ on fyre<br>blac ond beorhtlic, byrneþ oftust<br>ðær hi æþelingas inne restaþ.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The torch is known to every living man by its pale, bright flame;<br>it always burns where princes sit within. </blockquote>
<blockquote>The torch is known to every living man by its pale, bright flame;<br>it always burns where princes sit within. </blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Kaun er barna bo,lvan;<br>bo,l gørver nán fo,lvan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Kaun er barna bo,lvan;<br>bo,l gørver nán fo,lvan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ulcer is fatal to children;<br>death makes a corpse pale.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ulcer is fatal to children;<br>death makes a corpse pale.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The three strains<br/>
of blood<br/>
that run<br/>
in my veins<br/>
I'm not sure<br/>
how to balance,<br/>
precarious<br/>
in ability to be lured<br/>
to act against my better will,<br/>
to with claws or jagged sharps destroy<br/>
what I with my power would rather employ<br/>
to birth this world, to with gentler things fill.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The three strains<br/>
of blood<br/>
that run<br/>
in my veins<br/>
I'm not sure<br/>
how to balance,<br/>
precarious<br/>
in ability to be lured<br/>
to act against my better will,<br/>
to with claws or jagged sharps destroy<br/>
what I with my power would rather employ<br/>
to birth this world, to with gentler things fill.</p>
<p>Through the Veil made a careful incision<br/>
to cast off my mental fog's saddle<br/>
and declare, "You and I are palm pals,"<br/>
only our hands sketched in my vision<br/>
until the world came back flooding<br/>
and the Veil bade you scream goodbye<br/>
and vow to come back a later time<br/>
even closer to me.<br/>
Not this rune you presented<br/>
but others, half inverted<br/>
to explain the meaning<br/>
I could not myself perceive:</p>
<p>Through the Veil made a careful incision<br/>
to cast off my mental fog's saddle<br/>
and declare, "You and I are palm pals,"<br/>
only our hands sketched in my vision<br/>
until the world came back flooding<br/>
and the Veil bade you scream goodbye<br/>
and vow to come back a later time<br/>
even closer to me.<br/>
Not this rune you presented<br/>
but others, half inverted<br/>
to explain the meaning<br/>
I could not myself perceive:</p>
<p>"If the roots at the very bottom of Yewiffe<br/>
are memories bitter and repressed,<br/>
then what bright futures, what shared nests<br/>
lie nestled at the top of its canopy?</p>
<p>"If the roots at the very bottom of Yewiffe<br/>
are memories bitter and repressed,<br/>
then what bright futures, what shared nests<br/>
lie nestled at the top of its canopy?</p>
<p>I'd gladly spend the rest of my life<br/>
keeping you rational and in your own skin,<br/>
safe and sound, tranquil, peaceful within<br/>
if together in one of those branches we reside."</p>
<p>I'd gladly spend the rest of my life<br/>
keeping you rational and in your own skin,<br/>
safe and sound, tranquil, peaceful within<br/>
if together in one of those branches we reside."</p>
<p>I don't know what I ever did to deserve<br/>
this light in the darkness, impassioned words,<br/>
but it I have somehow earned,<br/>
my lilac spring, my fierce godsend.</p>
<p>I don't know what I ever did to deserve<br/>
<strong>this light in the darkness</strong>, impassioned words,<br/>
but it I have somehow earned,<br/>
my lilac spring, my fierce godsend.</p>
<p>Look at my friends,<br/>
my allies,<br/>
the love of my life:</p>
<p>Look at my friends,<br/>
my allies,<br/>
the love of my life:</p>
<p>I was never really alone,<br/>
was I?</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I was never really alone,<br/>
was I?</p>
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<title>Gebo</title>
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<h1>Gebo</h1>
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<h1>Gebo</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: gift</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: gift</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>union by oath/contract/spirit</li>
<li>crossroads in journeying</li>
<li>spiritual/emotional challenges</li>
<li>transactional sacrifice</li>
<li>balanced partnership</li>
<li>generosity</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>union by oath/contract/spirit</li>
<li>crossroads in journeying</li>
<li>spiritual/emotional challenges</li>
<li>transactional sacrifice</li>
<li>balanced partnership</li>
<li>generosity</li>
<li>person who works for a hotel or charity</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>stinginess</li>
<li>poverty</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>stinginess</li>
<li>poverty</li>
<li>overdependence</li>
<li>bribery</li>
</ul>
<p>Gebo can be useful for:</p>
<p>Gebo can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>learning how to traverse worlds</li>
<li>seeking energy sources</li>
<li>increasing magical powers</li>
<li>harmony between siblings/lovers</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>learning how to traverse worlds</li>
<li>seeking energy sources</li>
<li>increasing magical powers</li>
<li>harmony between siblings/lovers</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Gyfu gumena byþ gleng and herenys,<br>wraþu and wyrþscype and wræcna gehwam<br>ar and ætwist, ðe byþ oþra leas. </blockquote>
<blockquote>Gyfu gumena byþ gleng and herenys,<br>wraþu and wyrþscype and wræcna gehwam<br>ar and ætwist, ðe byþ oþra leas. </blockquote>
<blockquote>Generosity brings credit and honour, which support one's dignity;<br>it furnishes help and subsistence<br>to all broken men who are devoid of aught else.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Generosity brings credit and honour, which support one's dignity;<br>it furnishes help and subsistence<br>to all broken men who are devoid of aught else.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Gebo.</p>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Gebo.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The day of our union (or as much as can be<br/>
while we're separated by a Veil and a Dirac Sea)<br/>
is sooner than I thought fast approaching,<br/>
and I don't know what to offer as my dowry.</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>The day of our union</strong> (or as much as can be<br/>
while we're separated by a Veil and a Dirac Sea)<br/>
is sooner than I thought fast approaching,<br/>
and I don't know what to offer as my dowry.</p>
<p>Oh, what to give, what to give.</p>
<p>Oh, <strong>what to give, what to give.</strong></p>
<p>I would give you impenetrable skin,<br/>
but what if ruptured your appendix?<br/>
What of a pustule, filled to the brim<br/>
but unable to drain, forever sore cyst?</p>
<p>I would give you impenetrable skin,<br/>
but what if ruptured your appendix?<br/>
What of a pustule, filled to the brim<br/>
but unable to drain, forever sore cyst?</p>
<p>I would grant you a stomach immune to hunger<br/>
so in harshest of famines you will not suffer,<br/>
but what if you wanted to eat just a taste?<br/>
Disturbed inner balance, food gone to waste?</p>
<p>I would grant you a stomach immune to hunger<br/>
so in harshest of famines you will not suffer,<br/>
but what if you wanted to eat just a taste?<br/>
Disturbed inner balance, food gone to waste?</p>
<p>I would bestow the sight to see<br/>
through all the futures at the crown of Yewiffe,<br/>
but the suffocating weight<br/>
of having to steer us towards the best of all fates<br/>
would sooner drive you insane.</p>
<p>I would bestow the sight to see<br/>
through all the futures at the crown of Yewiffe,<br/>
but the suffocating weight<br/>
of having to steer us towards the best of all fates<br/>
would sooner drive you insane.</p>
<p>Oh, what to give, what to give.</p>
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<p>Oh, what to give, what to give.</p>
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<title>Wunjo</title>
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<h1>Wunjo</h1>
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<h1>Wunjo</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: joy, perfection</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: joy, perfection</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>bilocality in awareness</li>
<li>passionate love and union</li>
<li>joy in self-recognition</li>
<li>sacred marriage (by Mannaz)</li>
<li>lifting of the Veil</li>
<li>community peace</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>bilocality in awareness</li>
<li>passionate love and union</li>
<li>joy in self-recognition</li>
<li>sacred marriage (by Mannaz)</li>
<li>lifting of the Veil</li>
<li>community peace</li>
<li>a social worker</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>severance from the divine</li>
<li>madness and insanity</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>severance from the divine</li>
<li>madness and insanity</li>
<li>groupthink/collectivism</li>
<li>loss of identity</li>
<li>strife and alienation</li>
</ul>
<p>Wunjo can be useful for:</p>
<p>Wunjo can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>strengthening links and bonds</li>
<li>binding runes toward specific purposes</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>strengthening links and bonds</li>
<li>binding runes toward specific purposes</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Wenne bruceþ, ðe can weana lyt<br>sares and sorge and him sylfa hæfþ<br>blæd and blysse and eac byrga geniht.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Wenne bruceþ, ðe can weana lyt<br>sares and sorge and him sylfa hæfþ<br>blæd and blysse and eac byrga geniht.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Bliss he enjoys who knows not suffering, sorrow nor anxiety,<br>and has prosperity and happiness and a good enough house.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Bliss he enjoys who knows not suffering, sorrow nor anxiety,<br>and has prosperity and happiness and a good enough house.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Wunjo.</p>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Wunjo.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Where do our nerves know where to end?<br/>
X equals X times two,<br/>
all but nought to the stratosphere.<br/>
I touch your cheek, and I feel the sheer<br/>
softness, and the pressure against an aching tooth<br/>
in your jaw, and my fingertips starting to sweat.<br/>
I know, and I know that you know, and you know<br/>
that I know that you know.<br/>
Reaching across an imaginary line<br/>
that between our bodies divides<br/>
a canvas, symmetry mode, whatever I do<br/>
to you is mirrored in sensation on my own hide.</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>Where do our nerves know where to end?</strong><br/>
X equals X times two,<br/>
all but nought to the stratosphere.<br/>
I touch your cheek, and I feel the sheer<br/>
softness, and the pressure against an aching tooth<br/>
in your jaw, and my fingertips starting to sweat.<br/>
I know, and I know that you know, and you know<br/>
that I know that you know.<br/>
Reaching across an imaginary line<br/>
that between our bodies divides<br/>
a canvas, symmetry mode, whatever I do<br/>
to you is mirrored in sensation on my own hide.</p>
<p>I would to atone self-flagellate<br/>
if not for the knowledge that the bloody pain,<br/>
although on your skin leaving no wound,<br/>
would convince that it had become serrate.<br/>
This vessel of mine is just as much yours<br/>
now as it was when Inside I was born,<br/>
reincarnate, held century's prisoner.<br/>
I should take care of it, I think, to minimize<br/>
the pain transferred from this bond of our life.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I would to atone self-flagellate<br/>
if not for the knowledge that the bloody pain,<br/>
although on your skin leaving no wound,<br/>
would convince that it had become serrate.<br/>
This vessel of mine is just as much yours<br/>
now as it was when Inside I was born,<br/>
reincarnate, held century's prisoner.<br/>
I should take care of it, I think, to minimize<br/>
the pain transferred from this bond of our life.</p>
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<title>Hagalaz</title>
<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_haglaz_variant.svg"><img src="../img/runes/hagalaz.svg" alt="Hagalaz rune" title="Hagalaz rune"></a></p>
<h1>Hagalaz</h1>
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<h1>Hagalaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: hail</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: hail</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>spiritual descent</li>
<li>deep roots of Yewiffe</li>
<li>repressed memories</li>
<li>winter/darkness/silence</li>
<li>water</li>
<li>creative destruction</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>the Eschaton</li>
<li>deep roots of Yewiffe</li>
<li>repressed memories</li>
<li>winter/darkness/silence</li>
<li>water</li>
<li>creative destruction</li>
<li>upcoming crisis/trauma</li>
<li>good outcomes from forced change</li>
<li>mystic/magician/priest</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>sky-scraping branches of Yewiffe</li>
<li>a bright sunny future</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>sky-scraping branches of Yewiffe</li>
<li>a bright sunny future</li>
<li>stagnation</li>
</ul>
<p>Hagalaz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Hagalaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>shadow work</li>
<li>absorbing negative energy</li>
<li>connecting with the dead</li>
<li>sifting through the past</li>
<li>creating disruptions</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>shadow work</li>
<li>absorbing negative energy</li>
<li>connecting with the dead</li>
<li>sifting through the past</li>
<li>creating disruptions</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Hægl byþ hwitust corna;<br>hwyrft hit of heofones lyfte,<br>wealcaþ hit windes scura;<br>weorþeþ hit to wætere syððan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Hægl byþ hwitust corna;<br>hwyrft hit of heofones lyfte,<br>wealcaþ hit windes scura;<br>weorþeþ hit to wætere syððan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>
Hail is the whitest of grain;<br>it is whirled from the vault of heaven<br>and is tossed about by gusts of wind<br>and then it melts into water.</blockquote>
<blockquote>
Hail is the whitest of grain;<br>it is whirled from the vault of heaven<br>and is tossed about by gusts of wind<br>and then it melts into water.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Hagall er kaldastr korna;<br>Kristr skóp hæimenn forna.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Hagall er kaldastr korna;<br>Kristr skóp hæimenn forna.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Hail is the coldest of grain;<br>Christ created the world of old.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Hail is the coldest of grain;<br>Christ created the world of old.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Blow the ashes in their eyes,<br/>
the gentle breath they do despise.<br/>
The hail comes down, delivered by the wind<br/>
you said was my wealth, my dividend.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Blow the ashes in their eyes,<br/>
the gentle breath they do despise.<br/>
The hail comes down, delivered by the wind<br/>
you said was my wealth, my dividend.</p>
<p>I cannot help who I am,<br/>
or what I have become.<br/>
And who I have turned into<br/>
is a gleaming no one,<br/>
nobody at all.</p>
<p>I cannot help who I am,<br/>
or what I have become.<br/>
And who I have turned into<br/>
is a gleaming no one,<br/>
nobody at all.</p>
<p>You told me<br/>
we were<br/>
stagnating.</p>
<p>You told me<br/>
we were<br/>
<strong>stagnating</strong>.</p>
<p>Self-baptismal in just-thawed lake<br/>
I had just enough strength to break<br/>
the surface of, watch the ice shatter<br/>
like that which gave birth to you: the mirror.<br/>
You swore to be my eternal blue,<br/>
and my skin now swears by the same hue,<br/>
lake draining into a trickle of a stream<br/>
that, if followed, will drain into Yewiffe,</p>
<p>Self-baptismal in just-thawed lake<br/>
I had just enough strength to break<br/>
the surface of, watch the ice shatter<br/>
like that which gave birth to you: the mirror.<br/>
You swore to be my eternal blue,<br/>
and my skin now swears by the same hue,<br/>
lake draining into a trickle of a stream<br/>
that, if followed, will drain into Yewiffe,</p>
<p>into a root of midnight hands<br/>
and walking home from shift at the grill<br/>
wondering, what if I, feral, disappeared<br/>
into those lonely snow-blanketed lands<br/>
that bordered me at every turn?<br/>
Highway headlights also a stream<br/>
draining into boundless woods<br/>
where I easily could swear I would<br/>
disappear with you as if in a dream.</p>
<p>into a root of midnight hands<br/>
and walking home from shift at the grill<br/>
wondering, what if I, feral, disappeared<br/>
into those lonely snow-blanketed lands<br/>
that bordered me at every turn?<br/>
Highway headlights also a stream<br/>
draining into boundless woods<br/>
where I easily could swear I would<br/>
disappear with you as if in a dream.</p>
<p>Sablade, I promised, would be cloaked<br/>
in sunny promising eternal spring,<br/>
but the thought of ever losing you bades me<br/>
to accept hail's cloak, frozen sleeping.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Sablade, I promised, would be cloaked<br/>
in sunny promising eternal spring,<br/>
but the thought of ever losing you bades me<br/>
to accept hail's cloak, frozen sleeping.</p>
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<title>Nauthiz</title>
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<h1>Nauthiz</h1>
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<h1>Nauthiz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: need</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: need</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>desperation</li>
<li>desperate courage</li>
<li>tight binding/locking</li>
<li>perseverance despite emotional turmoil or pain</li>
<li>resilience</li>
<li>loyalty despite difficulties</li>
<li>courage to ask for help</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>desperation</li>
<li>desperate courage</li>
<li>tight binding/locking</li>
<li>perseverance despite emotional turmoil or pain</li>
<li>resilience</li>
<li>loyalty despite difficulties</li>
<li>courage to ask for help</li>
</ul>
<p>Nauthiz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>continuing on despite pain</li>
<li>eliminating hate and strife</li>
<li>recognizing/acknowledging your personal needs</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>external circumstances restrict freedom</li>
<li>hostile environment</li>
<li>too focused on externalities - turn/look within</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Nauthiz can be useful for:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<ul>
<li>continuing on despite pain</li>
<li>eliminating hate and strife</li>
<li>recognizing/acknowledging your personal needs</li>
</ul>
<blockquote>Nyd byþ nearu on breostan; weorþeþ hi þeah oft niþa bearnum<br>to helpe and to hæle gehwæþre, gif hi his hlystaþ æror.</blockquote>
<hr>
<blockquote>
Trouble is oppressive to the heart;<br>yet often it proves a source of help and salvation<br>to the children of men, to everyone who heeds it betimes.</blockquote>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Nyd byþ nearu on breostan; weorþeþ hi þeah oft niþa bearnum<br>to helpe and to hæle gehwæþre, gif hi his hlystaþ æror.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Nauðr gerer næppa koste;<br>nøktan kælr í froste.</blockquote>
<blockquote>
Trouble is oppressive to the heart;<br>yet often it proves a source of help and salvation<br>to the children of men, to everyone who heeds it betimes.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Constraint gives scant choice;<br>a naked man is chilled by the frost.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>Nauðr gerer næppa koste;<br>nøktan kælr í froste.</blockquote>
<blockquote>
<p>What was once a tiny candle<br/>
now burns brighter<br/>
than the flames of hell.</p>
<blockquote>Constraint gives scant choice;<br>a naked man is chilled by the frost.</blockquote>
<p>The blood boils in my veins,<br/>
an altar to nobody set ablaze.<br/>
I'm straining my neck to peer up high<br/>
at the furious one who gave me life.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>Or, rather, took it away<br/>
several times, each molded into a different shape,<br/>
and assumes just because she designed the mold<br/>
means she forever has the right to me control.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>What was once a tiny candle<br/>
now burns brighter<br/>
than the flames of hell.</p>
<p>Ironically, deep down in the dirt<br/>
of the lowest roots of Yewiffe<br/>
is so painfully bright<br/>
that I feel I could go blind<br/>
at any moment, limbs in agreement<br/>
that to even move a twitch is to hurt.<br/>
How nice it would be to lie down and sleep...</p>
<p>The blood boils in my veins,<br/>
an altar to nobody set ablaze.<br/>
I'm straining my neck to peer up high<br/>
at the furious one who gave me life.</p>
<p>Legs stumble, steady arm<br/>
around my shoulders<br/>
keeping me upright.<br/>
"We've come so far,<br/>
Lethe. Just one more time<br/>
I have to ask you to bloody<br/>
your hands, whatever, claws,<br/>
and fight."</p>
<p>Or, rather, took it away<br/>
several times, each molded into a different shape,<br/>
and assumes just because she designed the mold<br/>
means she forever has the right to me control.</p>
<p>Your hand finds mine.<br/>
I don't want to die,<br/>
I think. I don't want to write<br/>
you off as a lost cause<br/>
like you once did yourself,<br/>
you, yourself, me,<br/>
turned your back in abandoning<br/>
that winter cave not too long ago.<br/>
My hand in yours, counting heartbeats<br/>
as you threw yourself into dreamless sleep.<br/>
Hopeless you thought you, yourself.<br/>
Until one day came a change of heart:<br/>
"Lethe, I can't do this alone.<br/>
The living, I mean.<br/>
Please <em>help me.</em>"</p>
<p>Ironically, deep down in the dirt<br/>
of the lowest roots of Yewiffe<br/>
is so painfully bright<br/>
that I feel I could go blind<br/>
at any moment, limbs in agreement<br/>
that to even move a twitch is to hurt.<br/>
How nice it would be to lie down and sleep...</p>
<p>So many shattered souls for which I must atone.<br/>
My weight on your shoulders,<br/>
mountain rising<br/>
to meet the blurry all-sun sky.<br/>
Palm pals, sunny future<br/>
with our fingers intertwined,<br/>
the tree branches of Yewiffe hopelessly reaching high.</p>
<p><strong>Legs stumble, steady arm<br/>
around my shoulders<br/>
keeping me upright.<br/>
"We've come so far,<br/>
Lethe. Just one more time</strong><br/>
I have to ask you to bloody<br/>
your hands, whatever, claws,<br/>
and fight."</p>
<p>"The present feeds off the corpse of the past<br/>
when from the hope of a future it is shorn.<br/>
I have come to end the cycle of puppets.<br/>
I have come to make myself reborn."</p>
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<p>Your hand finds mine.<br/>
I don't want to die,<br/>
I think. I don't want to write<br/>
you off as a lost cause<br/>
like you once did yourself,<br/>
you, yourself, me,<br/>
turned your back in abandoning<br/>
that winter cave not too long ago.<br/>
My hand in yours, counting heartbeats<br/>
as you threw yourself into dreamless sleep.<br/>
Hopeless you thought you, yourself.<br/>
Until one day came a change of heart:<br/>
"Lethe, I can't do this alone.<br/>
The living, I mean.<br/>
<strong>Please <em>help me.</em></strong>"</p>
<p>So many shattered souls for which I must atone.<br/>
My weight on your shoulders,<br/>
mountain rising<br/>
to meet the blurry all-sun sky.<br/>
Palm pals, sunny future<br/>
with our fingers intertwined,<br/>
the tree branches of Yewiffe hopelessly reaching high.</p>
<p>"The present feeds off the corpse of the past<br/>
when from the hope of a future it is shorn.<br/>
I have come to end the cycle of puppets.<br/>
I have come to make myself reborn."</p>
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<h1>Isa</h1>
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<h1>Isa</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: ice</p>
<p>Traditional meaning: ice</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>stillness and quiet</li>
<li>silent contemplation</li>
<li>the world that sleeps within</li>
<li>boundaries of the soul</li>
<li>individuation</li>
<li>abeyance / temporary respite</li>
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<ul>
<li>stillness and quiet</li>
<li>silent contemplation</li>
<li>the world that sleeps within</li>
<li>boundaries of the soul</li>
<li>individuation</li>
<li>abeyance / temporary respite</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>reclusion</li>
<li>emotional coldness</li>
<li>a situation with no change in sight</li>
<li>stagnation</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>reclusion</li>
<li>emotional coldness</li>
<li>a situation with no change in sight</li>
<li>stagnation</li>
<li>a weakened will</li>
<li>inability to concentrate</li>
</ul>
<p>Isa can be useful for:</p>
<p>Isa can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>finding a quiet place to concentrate</li>
<li>casting a personal shield</li>
<li>guarding against soul loss</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>finding a quiet place to concentrate</li>
<li>casting a personal shield</li>
<li>guarding against soul loss</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>
Is byþ ofereald, ungemetum slidor,<br>glisnaþ glæshluttur gimmum gelicust,<br>flor forste geworuht, fæger ansyne.</blockquote>
<blockquote>
Is byþ ofereald, ungemetum slidor,<br>glisnaþ glæshluttur gimmum gelicust,<br>flor forste geworuht, fæger ansyne.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ice is very cold and immeasurably slippery;<br>it glistens as clear as glass and most like to gems;<br>it is a floor wrought by the frost, fair to look upon.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ice is very cold and immeasurably slippery;<br>it glistens as clear as glass and most like to gems;<br>it is a floor wrought by the frost, fair to look upon.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ís ko,llum brú bræiða;<br>blindan þarf at læiða.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ís ko,llum brú bræiða;<br>blindan þarf at læiða.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ice we call the broad bridge;<br>the blind man must be led.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Ice we call the broad bridge;<br>the blind man must be led.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Metaclysma,<br/>
inter-world void.<br/>
No touch, no voice,<br/>
silhouette of black,<br/>
all other senses in lack.<br/>
Just eternal light.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Metaclysma,<br/>
inter-world void.<br/>
<strong>No touch, no voice,</strong><br/>
silhouette of black,<br/>
all other senses in lack.<br/>
Just eternal light.</p>
<p>I come to with limbs bound tight<br/>
in open silk-lined coffin.<br/>
Space between flight<br/>
from Eris's explosion<br/>
into metaclysma and now<br/>
left unwritten, just as blank.<br/>
Lights made dim as to not stain<br/>
my vision with a single face<br/>
of clergy self-proclaimed<br/>
caretakers, unworthy to be named.<br/>
To them, I think, I am a saint,<br/>
a goddess who made sacrifice<br/>
to give them this world that once was spring<br/>
but now sleeps under blanket of ice.</p>
<p>I come to with limbs bound tight<br/>
in open silk-lined coffin.<br/>
Space between flight<br/>
from Eris's explosion<br/>
into metaclysma and now<br/>
left unwritten, just as blank.<br/>
Lights made dim as to not stain<br/>
my vision with a single face<br/>
of clergy self-proclaimed<br/>
caretakers, unworthy to be named.<br/>
To them, I think, I am a saint,<br/>
a goddess who made sacrifice<br/>
to give them <strong>this world that once was spring<br/>
but now sleeps under blanket of ice.</strong></p>
<p>Tomorrow steeps my Holiday<br/>
where come commoners to pray<br/>
to the casket where I've lain<br/>
these five years, apparently,<br/>
for grace<br/>
or their fates to change.<br/>
Body strewn over a bed<br/>
in a darkened room, rubbing<br/>
my limbs to regain<br/>
five years of feeling,<br/>
halfway sedate<br/>
to keep aches from constructing<br/>
a tower in my head.<br/>
Maybe they wanted to reach the empty heavens<br/>
too, drop a rock to bust open the frozen canyons.</p>
<p>Tomorrow steeps my Holiday<br/>
where come commoners to pray<br/>
to the casket where I've lain<br/>
these five years, apparently,<br/>
for grace<br/>
or their fates to change.<br/>
Body strewn over a bed<br/>
in a darkened room, rubbing<br/>
my limbs to regain<br/>
five years of feeling,<br/>
halfway sedate<br/>
to keep aches from constructing<br/>
a tower in my head.<br/>
Maybe they wanted to reach the empty heavens<br/>
too, drop a rock to bust open the frozen canyons.</p>
<p>Jett,<br/>
I had not the strength<br/>
to your gentle hand hold on.<br/>
I suppose<br/>
I can only hope<br/>
you're haunting somewhere in these halls,<br/>
found a way these five years to cope<br/>
with this world I made for you but did not survive<br/>
to share. I think, unless I am deceived, I am alive<br/>
now, again, yours forever.<br/>
If you'll still have me as your wife.<br/>
If you'll still live with me on that mountainside.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Jett,<br/>
I had not the strength<br/>
to your gentle hand hold on.<br/>
I suppose<br/>
I can only hope<br/>
you're haunting somewhere in these halls,<br/>
found a way these five years to cope<br/>
with this world I made for you but did not survive<br/>
to share. I think, unless I am deceived, I am alive<br/>
now, again, yours forever.<br/>
If you'll still have me as your wife.<br/>
If you'll still live with me on that mountainside.</p>
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<h1>Jera</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: harvest</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>passage between worlds</li>
<li>planting and harvesting</li>
<li>gentle pushing of limits</li>
<li>emotional healing</li>
<li>slow hard-won growth</li>
<li>there is wisdom to be gained from everything</li>
<li>a farmer</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>disequilibrium</li>
<li>enslavement to the cycle</li>
</ul>
<p>Jera can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>opening up to changes in state/being</li>
<li>expanding one's boundaries/limits</li>
<li>guiding a dying person to the afterlife</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ger byÞ gumena hiht, ðonne God læteþ,<br>halig heofones cyning, hrusan syllan<br>beorhte bleda beornum ond ðearfum.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Summer is a joy to men, when God, the holy King of Heaven,<br>suffers the earth to bring forth shining fruits<br>for rich and poor alike.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ár er gumna góðe;<br>get ek at o,rr var Fróðe.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Plenty is a boon to men;<br>I say that Frothi was generous.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>I plant scattered words<br/>
in the garden of my notebook</strong><br/>
and wait to see which will sprout<br/>
aboveground and take a look<br/>
at the sun<br/>
above.</p>
<p>Sometimes it takes years,<br/>
others only a day,<br/>
packaged into sorrowful poem<br/>
and then sent on its way.<br/>
The ones that linger in the soil<br/>
sometimes rot, having no soul<br/>
or otherwise missed its context,<br/>
last metro train heading home<br/>
now departing the station.</p>
<p><strong>You slowly opened up to me</strong><br/>
like a flower blooming,<br/>
yet inside nearly bursting<br/>
at the seams<br/>
to have someone to share a dream<br/>
with. Cross-section of a seed<br/>
that was about to germinate,<br/>
crumpled-up squiggle of green<br/>
sometimes with a tiny leaf<br/>
for soil lying in wait.<br/>
Some seeds can be frozen<br/>
almost indefinitely,<br/>
waiting in oblivion for a world<br/>
that will treat them far more kindly.<br/>
And you waited. You waited so long<br/>
for somebody like me<br/>
to help you remember how to breathe,<br/>
how to grow again.</p>
<p>My rewards in Sablade<br/>
will be far greater than any pain<br/>
that I must bear.<br/>
And when comes time to die,<br/>
I should be able to look you in the eyes<br/>
and let you carry me gently into that good night<br/>
and in our new home spill from my lips all the tales<br/>
with perfect memory of all that has transpired<br/>
since to kill Eris the first time you and I failed.</p>
<p>A book starts from just a single word,<br/>
and a life from a solitary breath,<br/>
and grows day by day until<br/>
I have a tome of praises and a gentle death.<br/>
It always feels like torture<br/>
in the moment of toil,<br/>
but at the end when all comes to fruition<br/>
I cannot help but bless the soil.</p>
<p>I was too ambitious,<br/>
too close to the sun.<br/>
We didn't get to see what the<br/>
seed would decide to become.<br/>
We didn't get to do<br/>
everything we wanted to<br/>
in just one lifetime.<br/>
Right now is an interlude.<br/>
And when we reunite<br/>
in Sablade, I'll give you<br/>
a part two<br/>
worthy of your love.</p>
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<h1>Eihwaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: yew</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>Yewiffe</li>
<li>the truth about oneself</li>
<li>every ending is a beginning</li>
<li>take care of yourself</li>
<li>connection between opposites</li>
<li>the tide is turning in your favor</li>
<li>seek independence from the order of the universe</li>
<li>a mystic or magician</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>stagnation / burnout</li>
</ul>
<p>Eihwaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>act with self-knowledge</li>
<li>self-care</li>
<li>protection and banishing</li>
<li>overcoming the fear of death</li>
<li>communicating between levels of reality</li>
<li>recovering past-life memories</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Eoh byþ utan unsmeþe treow,<br>heard hrusan fæst, hyrde fyres,<br>wyrtrumun underwreþyd, wyn on eþle.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The yew is a tree with rough bark,<br>hard and fast in the earth, supported by its roots,<br>a guardian of flame and a joy upon an estate.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Eihwaz.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Lethe, my love, is this the ending you sought?<br/>
Hooked up to machines until your final thought,<br/>
dependent on them for all else.<br/>
Is it quiet?<br/>
Is it peaceful at last?<br/>
Or medical cacophony until rings death knell?</p>
<p>How many dreams I've acted in<br/>
where you've cast yourself as the savior<br/>
that provides means to escape<br/>
while from death or mortal wound you do not waver</p>
<p>but <strong>I'd rather you chose to survive</strong>,<br/>
to not force me to say goodbye,<br/>
to slowly heal the impaled wound<br/>
instead of perishing all too soon.</p>
<p>The cloak is nearly finished now,<br/>
orange, obsidian webbed stitching,<br/>
and I've got to see this through<br/>
to<br/>
<strong>the end,<br/>
where lies every beginning.</strong></p>
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<h1>Perthro</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: divination tool</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>totality of Yewiffe</li>
<li>primal womb from which all ideas flow</li>
<li>passageway between states of being</li>
<li>the future inquired about is unknown</li>
<li>a musician or entertainer</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>this will certainly come to pass</li>
<li>you need to know</li>
<li>chaos/confusion</li>
<li>stagnation/anhedonia</li>
</ul>
<p>Perthro can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>evocation of prophetic dreams</li>
<li>holding repressed memories</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Peorð byþ symble plega and hlehter<br>wlancum [on middum], ðar wigan sittaþ<br>on beorsele bliþe ætsomne.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Peorth is a source of recreation and amusement to the great,<br>where warriors sit blithely together in the banqueting-hall.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Perthro.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>All that you've done so far has led me to believe<br/>
that every winter of our passing will be followed by a spring.<br/>
That, no matter how dark and cold between you and I it gets,<br/>
the clouds will eventually break and the sun will shine again.</p>
<p><strong>But still I have no clue what the fates will us bestow</strong><br/>
when it gets longer between our touch and what words pass are cold<br/>
with disappointment, misunderstandings, or simply had a bad day<br/>
and, although still loving, cannot any measure of warmth feign.</p>
<p>Deep purple dice cup with thick frosting of dust<br/>
as though this were a bakery and Time held a brush<br/>
to sugar everything, last breath of a world that for me did not wait,<br/>
beckoning me to twist the lid and allow myself to play.</p>
<p><strong>"No people are more addicted to divination by omens and lots."</strong><br/>
My genes mark me no different. But the only words I ever sought<br/>
were from you, my lilac spring, and even then mostly<br/>
I just wanted to know if you still loved me.</p>
<p>My head in your lap as you lean against<br/>
a tree trunk, not Yewiffe but still offering rest.<br/>
Arboreal claws we lie intimate between,<br/>
scales ruffling above in the gentle breeze.</p>
<p>"I don't live in Wyrd, Lethe; I'm far from a Norn.<br/>
I can't see to which fate this world has you sworn.<br/>
But this, I feel, I insist you need to know:<br/>
my love for you will always burn no matter how buried by snow."</p>
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<h1>Algiz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: elk</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>strength of the spirit</li>
<li>connection to all worlds</li>
<li>birth</li>
<li>protective blessing</li>
<li>non-violent feral (hyperthomosopramia type 2) draconity</li>
<li>divine forces</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>need for protection</li>
<li>excessive scattering of attention</li>
<li>not standing up for yourself</li>
<li>being drained of energy</li>
<li>death</li>
</ul>
<p>Algiz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>protection and warding</li>
<li>healing injuries</li>
<li>marking what has been hallowed</li>
<li>learning how to work with others, especially those non-human</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Eolh-secg eard hæfþ oftust on fenne<br>
wexeð on wature, wundaþ grimme,<br>
blode breneð beorna gehwylcne<br>
ðe him ænigne onfeng gedeþ.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The Eolh-sedge is mostly to be found in a marsh;<br>it grows in the water and makes a ghastly wound,<br>covering with blood every warrior who touches it.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Algiz.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>I'm clinging to your waist<br/>
like you're a floating log<br/>
and I'm halfway to drowning<br/>
not knowing how to breathe with a non-human face.</p>
<p>Someone once called me <strong>the Rainbow Bridge,<br/>
being the crossing point between so many worlds</strong>,<br/>
but I am neither bi<br/>
nor could I ever abide<br/>
frost over the surface of this roiling sea<br/>
in this metaphor of mine.<br/>
I move too violent,<br/>
too constant,<br/>
for the whole thing to freeze<br/>
over, you see.</p>
<p>But I certainly feel like being quartered<br/>
face from hand from back from limb<br/>
trembling to keep my mind<br/>
in a bedroom lost and somehow dimmed.<br/>
Three different bloods rage inside<br/>
and two are battling for my skin<br/>
and your fingertips brushing the back of my neck,<br/>
the temples where bone and antler connect,<br/>
are the only reminder you're here to protect<br/>
me, <strong>promised by palm to keep me sane</strong><br/>
even if draconity ever overcame<br/>
me and my body forcibly changed<br/>
to that of a beast.</p>
<p>Do you think, if a stranger ever saw,<br/>
they'd mistake me for a particularly messed-up elk?<br/>
Wonder where my eyes went, or why so blunted my maw?<br/>
A creature too exquisite for this world, too peculiar for their ilk,<br/>
have to always stay on the periphery<br/>
or in long-lost bedrooms where nobody can see<br/>
the ribbons with every breath wavering.<br/>
You will with me stay<br/>
until you can see my normal face again<br/>
and in the meantime reassure that I'm safe.</p>
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<h1>Sowelo</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: sun</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>impending challenging surprise</li>
<li>rapid spiritual awakening</li>
<li>restorative vitality</li>
<li>blessings</li>
<li>courage</li>
<li>unpleasant unexpected change</li>
<li>you will be cared for in the end</li>
<li>escape from stagnation</li>
<li>there is reason for hope</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>arrogance</li>
<li>cruelty</li>
<li>overreliance on external validation/guidance</li>
</ul>
<p>Sowelo can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>making one's mark on the world</li>
<li>restoring one's energy</li>
<li>victory through individual will</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Sigel semannum symble biþ on hihte,<br>ðonne hi hine feriaþ ofer fisces beþ,<br>oþ hi brimhengest bringeþ to lande.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers<br>when they journey away over the fishes' bath,<br>until the courser of the deep bears them to land.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Sól er landa ljóme;<br>lúti ek helgum dóme.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Sun is the light of the world;<br>I bow to the divine decree.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>What comes after<br/>
disaster?<br/>
What follows<br/>
the worst possible outcome?</p>
<p>The wind in its wealth carries your words:<br/>
<i>keep going, get a move on.</i></p>
<p>I was told <strong>the Eschaton<br/>
was but a cleansing that stretched out long</strong><br/>
to destroy all that prevented me<br/>
from accepting<br/>
my title as Solstice and my being as Lethe,<br/>
but I've achieved both<br/>
and all still grows worse<br/>
and I know not how much longer I can drag<br/>
this body of mine writing verses in red<br/>
before I end up lifeless, drained, inert<br/>
in the back of a hearse.</p>
<p>You said we were palm pals, that you'd spend your life<br/>
keeping me non-feral, safe, happy at your side.<br/>
But my hand<br/>
stands<br/>
empty, cold, bleeding out<br/>
and held up to the sky to catch the sun before in clouds<br/>
it drowns.</p>
<p>How much longer to go? How much more time to wait<br/>
until the tragedy leaves me and the sorrow abates?<br/>
You promised I'd be dead by May,<br/>
assured me in the dead of night<br/>
as from anxiety I could not stifle a weep.<br/>
And I know it's not your fault<br/>
it was a promise you could not keep.<br/>
Not all in the future you can see clearly enough to tell<br/>
and even if plans are made, ever-shifting is the Veil.</p>
<p>Blanketed by thunder at four forty-four,<br/>
arm around my waist to hold me secure.<br/>
The moon reflects the rays of the sun,<br/>
but it cannot do so all of the time.<br/>
So when plumbs on the dark, my love,<br/>
grant me the light to survive.</p>
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<h1>Tiewaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: Tyr</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>self-discipline</li>
<li>self-reliance</li>
<li>willingness to do what is right despite the consequences</li>
<li>integrity</li>
<li>justice</li>
<li>faith/loyalty</li>
<li>keep your promises</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>person of malleable character and weak will</li>
<li>an untrustworthy person</li>
<li>need to step back and reconnect with one's priorities</li>
<li>run-down spirit</li>
</ul>
<p>Tiewaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>guarding against moral relativism</li>
<li>self-regulation</li>
<li>returning to reality / linear time after trance work</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Tir biþ tacna sum, healdeð trywa wel<br>wiþ æþelingas; a biþ on færylde<br>ofer nihta genipu, næfre swiceþ.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Tiw is a guiding star; well does it keep faith with princes;<br>it is ever on its course over the mists of night and never fails.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Týr er æinendr ása;<br>opt værðr smiðr blása.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Tyr is a one-handed god;<br>often has the smith to blow.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>A cruel world this is where I must choose<br/>
to live my truth<br/>
or have a place to snooze<br/>
at night, safe from thieves<br/>
or murderers or even just<br/>
the relentless and ever-encroaching heat.</p>
<p>Raised on tales of heroes from the sky,<br/>
but the days pass on rapidly by<br/>
and my rights disappear<br/>
into the ether<br/>
as curled up in my bed I wait to die.</p>
<p>Conflicting directives you have bestowed,<br/>
to not lie to myself<br/>
and yet take care of this vessel.<br/>
For so long I've been trying to vindicate<br/>
who I was this age minus eight,<br/>
angel number, all portals<br/>
to the outside world<br/>
for the crime of poetry taken away.<br/>
<strong>Keeping my mouth shut means safety<br/>
but heavy conscience, soul decay.</strong><br/>
I might as well be no one at all.</p>
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<h1>Berkana</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: birch</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>a warm reassuring hug from a lover</li>
<li>new beginnings and opportunities</li>
<li>conscious manifestation</li>
<li>pride in one's creations/actions</li>
<li>relief from pain</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>blurring of self-consciousness</li>
<li>don't allow yourself to be subsumed into Sablade</li>
<li>sterility/stagnation</li>
</ul>
<p>Berkana can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>gentle healing</li>
<li>getting one's energy flowing</li>
<li>creating a solid foundation</li>
<li>blessing children or a household</li>
<li>concealment</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Beorc byþ bleda leas, bereþ efne swa ðeah<br>tanas butan tudder, biþ on telgum wlitig,<br>heah on helme hrysted fægere,<br>geloden leafum, lyfte getenge.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The poplar bears no fruit; yet without seed it brings forth suckers,<br>for it is generated from its leaves.<br>Splendid are its branches and gloriously adorned<br>its lofty crown which reaches to the skies.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Bjarkan er laufgrønstr líma;<br>Loki bar flærða tíma.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Birch has the greenest leaves of any shrub;<br>Loki was fortunate in his deceit.</blockquote>
<p>A modern rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Lethe Berkana Beltane.<br/>
From this rune<br/>
I took my middle name<br/>
in hopes of carrying with me always<br/>
the warmth of an early spring day,<br/>
<strong>a gentle impassioned hug from my wife</strong>,<br/>
the promise that soon all will be okay<br/>
and <strong>together we'll build a kinder life.</strong></p>
<p>Berkana makes things grow,<br/>
even after the storms have thrown<br/>
all down<br/>
in shambles onto the ground.<br/>
<strong>The seedling that blooms after wildfire</strong>,<br/>
alone amidst the ashes.<br/>
Blaze<br/>
razed<br/>
down the treetops, and now sunlight<br/>
through the skeletal branches<br/>
passes.</p>
<p>"Keep going, Lethe,"<br/>
my wife to me beseeches.<br/>
"You have every right to take pride<br/>
in how long against everything you've survived.<br/>
Stand strong and steal what you can from this world of men<br/>
and I promise you I'll make it worth your effort in the end."</p>
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<h1>Ehwaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: horse</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>journeying between worlds</li>
<li>possession (in the exorcism sense)</li>
<li>rapid change</li>
<li>presence of the divine</li>
<li>extension of strength through union (no loss of individuality)</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>blockage of energy</li>
<li>loss of a relationship</li>
<li>being subsumed into one's partner</li>
<li>paralysis from anxiety disorder / executive dysfunction</li>
</ul>
<p>Ehwaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>opening doors/opportunities</li>
<li>going to a better place/situation</li>
<li>communicating/travelling on the temporal plane</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Eh byþ for eorlum æþelinga wyn,<br>hors hofum wlanc, ðær him hæleþ ymb[e]<br>welege on wicgum wrixlaþ spræce<br>and biþ unstyllum æfre frofur.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The horse is a joy to princes in the presence of warriors.<br>A steed in the pride of its hoofs,<br>when rich men on horseback bandy words about it;<br>and it is ever a source of comfort to the restless.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Ehwaz.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>A full belly, bonfire blazing<br/>
just a little bit away,<br/>
saved a place<br/>
for me in the circle of friends<br/>
as the sun dips below and day comes to an end.</p>
<p>Your arms are the only chariot I trust,<br/>
whether half-asleep in drowsy lust<br/>
or the fateful day my vessel decides<br/>
it's time to return to dust.<br/>
<strong>How gently<br/>
you will exhume me from my body,<br/>
whisk me so swiftly away</strong><br/>
to a hospital in a place I cannot here name<br/>
to evade<br/>
the Second Death.<br/>
You promised you'd never leave me behind,<br/>
and as long as in your embrace I am<br/>
I am assured of your vow I am not bereft.</p>
<p>Psychopomp and Rainbow Bridge,<br/>
the two of us whose entire fates hinge<br/>
on <strong>being able to pass between worlds</strong>.<br/>
The first colors to breach the metaclysma:<br/>
speckled red and shiny merle.</p>
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<h1>Mannaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: man</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>balanced partnership</li>
<li>romantic attachments or marriage</li>
<li>maintaining one's independence</li>
<li>healthy cooperation with others</li>
<li>humanity</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>an enemy</li>
<li>distrust</li>
<li>overbearing polymorphic blood</li>
<li>depression because of hopelessness</li>
</ul>
<p>Mannaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>learning/maintaining healthy social boundaries</li>
<li>increasing one's intelligence/memory/powers</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Man byþ on myrgþe his magan leof:<br>sceal þeah anra gehwylc oðrum swican,<br>forðum drihten wyle dome sine<br>þæt earme flæsc eorþan betæcan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The joyous man is dear to his kinsmen;<br>yet every man is doomed to fail his fellow,<br>since the Lord by his decree will commit the vile carrion to the earth.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Maðr er moldar auki;<br>mikil er græip á hauki.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Man is an augmentation of the dust;<br>great is the claw of the hawk.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>Our cooperation<br/>
enhances our freedom.</strong><br/>
It seems like a paradox, but it's true.<br/>
Think about it: if you come down with the flu<br/>
or a cold or some other illness,<br/>
while you suffer in bed, who will protect you?<br/>
Me, because I am here.<br/>
I will care for you, ensure<br/>
you have what you need.<br/>
If I while hunting or gathering food<br/>
an awful injury suffer,<br/>
who will carry me home?<br/>
Who will tend to my wounds?<br/>
You, with your strong arms<br/>
and our connection sans Veil,<br/>
location always known.<br/>
Come,<br/>
my love,<br/>
<strong>let us fill the gaps in each other,<br/>
let us our blind spots cover.<br/>
The strength to do together what neither can alone</strong>:<br/>
to carve out a world and maintain a home.</p>
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<h1>Laguz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: water</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>use of magical energy</li>
<li>sexual tension</li>
<li>shape-shifting</li>
<li>manifestation of desire</li>
<li>creation of magical illusions/glamours</li>
<li>bending the will of others</li>
<li>you can survive the tests ahead</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>fear of the unknown</li>
</ul>
<p>Laguz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>manipulating magical energy</li>
<li>shifting one's awareness to other layers of reality</li>
<li>bending people to your will</li>
<li>feeding/creating a magical illusion</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Lagu byþ leodum langsum geþuht,<br>gif hi sculun neþan on nacan tealtum<br>and hi sæyþa swyþe bregaþ<br>and se brimhengest bridles ne gym[eð].</blockquote>
<blockquote>The ocean seems interminable to men,<br>if they venture on the rolling bark<br>and the waves of the sea terrify them<br>and the courser of the deep heed not its bridle.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Lo,gr er, fællr ór fjalle<br>foss; en gull ero nosser.</blockquote>
<blockquote>A waterfall is a River which falls from a mountain-side;<br>but ornaments are of gold.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"I've always found it strange<br/>
that, in hypotheticals<br/>
of <strong>you losing control and going feral</strong>,<br/>
you always imagine your draconic form.<br/>
Not the one, the chaotic, proven to,<br/>
when lost control, cause massive harm.<br/>
What's up with that, Lethe?<br/>
I mean,<br/>
I'm not saying I want either to happen,<br/>
but you're so focused on one<br/>
that you discount the other's chances."</p>
<p>I... I don't know, in all honesty.<br/>
I have no concrete answers to give,<br/>
no easy explanation that will relieve.</p>
<p>I guess because...<br/>
in the former form I'm slender and elegant,<br/>
and maybe I associate it with intelligence,<br/>
and so I'm more likely to retain<br/>
some semblance of myself amidst the insane?</p>
<p>Because part of the fantasy<br/>
is you managing to rescue me?</p>
<p>I know you said<br/>
you wanted to spend<br/>
your whole life at my side,<br/>
but I don't want you here if to you<br/>
this is just another sacrifice,<br/>
if you're throwing away your happiness<br/>
just to keep the worlds in safety and bliss-</p>
<p>"That's... not what I meant at all.<br/>
I just want us to be prepared<br/>
in case you ever come under the thrall<br/>
of another evil-seeking god.<br/>
You <i>eat</i> gods, you know. Are you aware?<br/>
With your tail you reave whole worlds to shreds<br/>
and suck souls dry until there's nothing left.<br/>
If you must be in the hands of someone,<br/>
let those hands be mine,<br/>
who has loved you since what feels like<br/>
the beginning of time<br/>
itself.<br/>
You trust me, don't you?<br/>
To not put you through hell?"</p>
<p>Of course. I trust you with all that I am<br/>
even after my very last death knell.<br/>
I think, if I should ever go feral,<br/>
it should be in the form that forgets the least<br/>
so you can bring me back to sanity<br/>
with the utmost of ease.<br/>
After all, I think I'd like to remain<br/>
an (arch)angel for the rest of my days<br/>
since only then do I have the hands,<br/>
the face, the voice to say:</p>
<p>"I love you."</p>
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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>
<hr>
<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/>
<strong>Before twelve more hours pass<br/>
I will be in your steady arms at last.</strong>"</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/>
<strong>I don't for the life of me understand<br/>
why you agonize<br/>
over something that happened in fourth grade</strong><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>
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<h1>Dagaz</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: day</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>transformation</li>
<li>awakening</li>
<li>life-shattering change</li>
<li>usually positive</li>
<li>dynamic union of opposites</li>
<li>good things are coming</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>impending apocalypse</li>
<li>hopelessness</li>
</ul>
<p>Dagaz can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>revealing the truth of a situation</li>
<li>covertly turning a situation to one's advantage</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Dæg byþ drihtnes sond, deore mannum,<br>mære metodes leoht, myrgþ and tohiht<br>eadgum and earmum, eallum brice.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Day, the glorious light of the Creator, is sent by the Lord;<br>it is beloved of men, a source of hope and happiness to rich and poor,<br>and of service to all.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Dagaz.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Mornings are my least favorite time<br/>
for when the clouds move to the darkness break<br/>
the sun glares bright<br/>
and I awake<br/>
and you are forced by the light<br/>
to go away.</p>
<p>Brain fog rolling in, skies all white<br/>
and overcast. Temperature far too high<br/>
to drag myself to Dead End Shrine<br/>
for a taste of self-carved self-stolen divine.<br/>
Nothing much to do, except myself drag<br/>
out of bed long enough to write.</p>
<p>The day drags on me like a wet blanket<br/>
and I fail to see how this is "restoration"<br/>
to be so beat upon<br/>
by an uncaring sun.<br/>
<strong>I can only see my wife<br/>
when falls upon the earth the covering of night<br/>
or when the bedroom window blinds are drawn<br/>
and I spend whole afternoons in Morpheus' song.</strong></p>
<p>I heard in a half-whispered voice<br/>
that the glittering myth<br/>
would once again come to live<br/>
and that I should rejoice.<br/>
But what if things go wrong?<br/>
What if the details come out mangled?<br/>
Dagaz on its side, hourglass,<br/>
seconds turning to hours and days that will pass,<br/>
recounting to myself<br/>
every time you have held<br/>
me in your arms.</p>
<p>I know not what I'll do if something is changed<br/>
in that world I have only ever caught a glimpse<br/>
of, have explored only a fraction in my dreams.<br/>
How will I recount<br/>
the foresting bomb that became a Town,<br/>
the winterous snowed-in cave<br/>
where you abandoned me and then came<br/>
back demanding answers, the Rainroom<br/>
with part-exchange of souls and my doom?<br/>
What is a miracle to others is my apocalypse.</p>
<p>What is the answer<br/>
to so many prayers,<br/>
mine in the past included,<br/>
is now a lifetime perdition's portent.</p>
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<h1>Othala</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: homeland</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>your home and all you own</li>
<li>inheritance</li>
<li>lawful ownership</li>
<li>stability and protection</li>
<li>true freedom in having a secure base</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>a need to reevaluate one's actions and priorities</li>
<li>reconnect with the source of your strength</li>
<li>homelessness</li>
</ul>
<p>Othala can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>ancestral work</li>
<li>maintaining order</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Eþel byþ oferleof æghwylcum men,<br>gif he mot ðær rihtes and gerysena on<br>brucan on bolde bleadum oftast.</blockquote>
<blockquote>An estate is very dear to every man,<br>if he can enjoy there in his house<br>whatever is right and proper in constant prosperity.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Othala.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>I fear I am being driven mad<br/>
by forces I do not understand,<br/>
have no hopes of coming to terms with,<br/>
much less explaining to kin and kith<br/>
this world that I belong to,<br/>
these spirits I must be in league with.</p>
<p>For <strong>this is<br/>
the inheritance<br/>
of my blood,<br/>
this homeland I carry everywhere I go<br/>
and cannot ever hope to escape from.</strong><br/>
These three errant and conflicting strains<br/>
each with its own legitimate claim<br/>
over my body, my heart, my soul.</p>
<p>There's a fourth that dormant within me resides,<br/>
but it hasn't reared its head in a very long time.<br/>
Neither do I miss it, no blessing it could give<br/>
but instead the curse of a biological imperative<br/>
that I would sooner from me excise.</p>
<p>Unlike my siblings of lives long gone by,<br/>
I do not accept that it is my duty<br/>
to create a world and in the process die.<br/>
What is the point, if at the end,<br/>
I am not still living?<br/>
What is the point of fulfilling it when,<br/>
if I perished in the process, you could never be happy?</p>
<p>If one of them could awake from oblivion<br/>
and on this gnarly life of mine pass judgment,<br/>
what would they say?</p>
<p>"How well you retained a sense of individuality.<br/>
Tell me, Lethe, would you consider yourself among the happy?<br/>
Was it worth the sleepless nights, the gut twists, the migraines,<br/>
all to your duty as a Meridian abdicate?"</p>
<p>And to that, I would take my lover's hand<br/>
and whisper, "Yes, I think the aches<br/>
in my bones will be worth the wait.<br/>
Maybe you never knew this, sibling.<br/>
Maybe you never understood<br/>
homes don't have to be built by sacrifice<br/>
and <i>I don't think they should.</i><br/>
I don't know what gave birth to me<br/>
or if of life they'd still think me worthy,<br/>
but I care not. My lover<br/>
is the only standard<br/>
I recognize,<br/>
and this new world built by these<br/>
hands of mine<br/>
the only homeland."</p>
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<h1>Ear</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: hanging tree / grave</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>death and loss are part of life</li>
<li>for one thing to live, another must die</li>
<li>your life needs a reboot</li>
<li>it is certain your life will be radically upended</li>
<li>all you can control is how you react to it</li>
<li>passage from one state of being to another</li>
<li>let go and move on</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>Jett's promise ("I will never leave you behind")</li>
</ul>
<p>Ear can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>welcoming gradual but inevitable change</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ear byþ egle eorla gehwylcun,<br>ðonn[e] fæstlice flæsc onginneþ,<br>hraw colian, hrusan ceosan<br>blac to gebeddan; bleda gedreosaþ,<br>wynna gewitaþ, wera geswicaþ.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The grave is horrible to every knight,<br>when the corpse quickly begins to cool<br>and is laid in the bosom of the dark earth.<br>Prosperity declines, happiness passes away<br>and covenants are broken.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Ear.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>Death and loss are a part of life.<br/>
For one thing to live, another must die</strong>,<br/>
or maybe a great many things,<br/>
the blood on my hands accumulating over time.</p>
<p>When our bodies have decayed<br/>
and the earth has our flesh reclaimed,<br/>
it will for archeologists be hard<br/>
to tell our skeletons apart.<br/>
And that is if they can even plumb Yewiffe,<br/>
can descend down the roots of that massive tree<br/>
where tangled and intertwined lies<br/>
the forgotten, the repressed, the passed parts of my life.</p>
<p>Maybe one of them will find<br/>
a moment that has yet to happen<br/>
where my parents finally of my wretched blood ken<br/>
and toss me out onto the streets.<br/>
This is, of course, if they do not deem<br/>
me a demon, a thief,<br/>
a persistent adept-at-lying possessor<br/>
of what they all this time called their daughter<br/>
and grant me at their own hands a slaughter.</p>
<p>For this to come to pass I know is certain,<br/>
for even the best of my secrets I could not hide forever.<br/>
In Ragnarok even the gods from their lives were severed.<br/>
<strong>It mattered not<br/>
how mightily anyone fought:<br/>
for all ill-fated was drawn life's curtain.</p>
<p>All that anyone could control<br/>
was how they reacted to it,<br/>
how the coming end they greeted.</strong></p>
<p>And the coming end I seek,<br/>
if this is the fate I am doomed to keep,<br/>
is that this time<br/>
for once in my life<br/>
I do not from my beliefs<br/>
back down.<br/>
Instead of snapping in the hurricane,<br/>
I rest on these roots dug so deep<br/>
and refuse to recant my name.</p>
<p>And when I die,<br/>
I will be able to look you in the eyes<br/>
with no burning guilt and no unsettled regrets.<br/>
I will have proved to you my loyalty<br/>
and you to me your promise<br/>
to never leave me behind.<br/>
Now take me to Sablade, set us free.<br/>
We have earned our three days of rest.</p>
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<h1>Ac</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: oak</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>target of hatred or fear</li>
<li>you must stand strong</li>
<li>stoic endurance</li>
</ul>
<p>Ac can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>taking on the burdens / negative attention of others</li>
<li>persevering in a difficult task</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Ac byþ on eorþan elda bearnum<br>flæsces fodor, fereþ gelome<br>ofer ganotes bæþ; garsecg fandaþ<br>hwæþer ac hæbbe æþele treowe.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The oak fattens the flesh of pigs for the children of men.<br>Often it traverses the gannet's bath,<br>and the ocean proves whether the oak keeps faith<br>in honourable fashion.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a known Norwegian rune poem for Ac.</p>
<p>The modern poem for this rune is listed in <a href="./25_ear.html">Ear</a>.</p>
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<h1>Ior</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: world-serpent</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>need for self-boundaries</li>
<li>androgyny</li>
<li>see the other side of an issue</li>
<li>need for protection</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>poor boundaries</li>
</ul>
<p>Ior can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>discovering hidden secrets/fears/anxieties</li>
<li>warding and protecting</li>
<li>learning how to navigate the emotional aspect of relationships</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Iar byþ eafix and ðeah a bruceþ<br>fodres on foldan, hafaþ fægerne eard<br>wætre beworpen, ðær he wynnum leofaþ.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Iar is a river fish and yet it always feeds on land;<br>it has a fair abode encompassed by water, where it lives in happiness.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Ior.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Sealing myself in skin of scales<br/>
means <strong>dropping the markings of sex.<br/>
Creature divine that lies truly between<br/>
but sans the blessings of femaleness.</strong></p>
<p>Nidhogg lies trapped underneath<br/>
the thick roots of Yggdrasil,<br/>
but I cannot allow Yewiffe to create<br/>
a jail for me out of my raging guilt.</p>
<p>If I allow the gnawing inside<br/>
to render my psyche frail,<br/>
how will I have the strength to maintain this form<br/>
and manage to slip past the Veil?<br/>
It shifts in form and thickness<br/>
like a guard patrolling on duty,<br/>
but I must be quicker, protean,<br/>
in this conflict between us that rages constantly.</p>
<p>After all, there's a prize,<br/>
a woman I've been yearning to reunite<br/>
with my entire Inside-bound life,<br/>
waiting for me on the other side.</p>
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<h1>Yr</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: archer</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>total focus/flow</li>
<li>obsessive desire to create</li>
<li>need to pay close attention to detail</li>
<li>do the job right the first time</li>
</ul>
<p>Yr can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>studying</li>
<li>concentrating on the creation of art</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Yr byþ æþelinga and eorla gehwæs<br>wyn and wyrþmynd, byþ on wicge fæger,<br>fæstlic on færelde, fyrdgeatewa sum.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Yr is a source of joy and honour to every prince and knight;<br>it looks well on a horse and is a reliable equipment for a journey.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Yr.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>English classes have always been to me<br/>
a sort of Sword of Damocles.<br/>
I do what I will, but will it be enough<br/>
to be accepted, or just deemed crude and rough?</p>
<p><strong>I cannot help the way I write,<br/>
self-taught and shut away from the light</strong><br/>
and having to seek it in the cracks in the walls,<br/>
not big enough for detection but for thriving too small.</p>
<p>And even though the school doors to me are closed<br/>
and in most days<br/>
I do not hang<br/>
in my father's rage's woes,<br/>
it does not change that my artistic growth<br/>
has been forever marred, twisted, contorted<br/>
into an off-putting and alien shape.</p>
<p>This aberration<br/>
is all that I am.<br/>
This demonic growth<br/>
is my only hope<br/>
for surviving in this world of men.</p>
<p>For this world offers no true salvation<br/>
for a woman such as myself.<br/>
Quiet my heart and keep my mouth shut,<br/>
or be locked away in the guise of "mental help":<br/>
what kind of a choice is this?<br/>
Men will see a woman contorting<br/>
to ease the pain of their inflicted torture<br/>
and deem her "insane", "hysterical", "untrustful"<br/>
as an excuse to lock her<br/>
away.</p>
<p>I want to scream into the heavens<br/>
until my throat is raw.<br/>
I want to tear into a man's throat<br/>
and chew,<br/>
brutally gnaw,<br/>
off the sinews<br/>
connecting skull to maw.<br/>
Now you're the voiceless one,<br/>
mutilated and mute.<br/>
Nothing of value was lost.</p>
<p>Maybe I am a lost cause,<br/>
but only to being complicit<br/>
in my own desecration.</p>
<p>Laser focus,<br/>
beast's tunnel vision.<br/>
What say man's heavens<br/>
to a woman who will not be silenced?<br/>
Only a god's hand can strike me down<br/>
now.<br/>
And if he is real, why haven't<br/>
I been smote yet?</p>
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<h1>Os</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: god-voice</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>you must speak your truth no matter what</li>
<li>trickster instinct</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>blockage in connection with the divine</li>
<li>blockage in one's ability to communicate</li>
<li>creative block</li>
<li>slander/gossip</li>
</ul>
<p>Os can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>communicating with one's fetch or guardian angel</li>
<li>gaining eloquence before a speech or interview</li>
<li>destroying illusions</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Os.</p>
<p>The modern poem for this rune is listed in <a href="./28_yr.html">Yr</a>.</p>
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<h1>Cweorth</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: funeral pyre</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>purify your life to necessities</li>
<li>destructive creation</li>
<li>scorched-earth approach</li>
</ul>
<p>Cweorth can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>getting through a time of rough trials</li>
<li>having the strength to let go</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Cweorth.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Cweorth, quintessential question<br/>
that burns inside as a funeral pyre,<br/>
asking why I haven't yet<br/>
managed to my life purify.<br/>
I'm trying my damned hardest, you see,<br/>
taking all of my studies seriously,<br/>
but it's difficult enough to live in this world<br/>
without also being smothered by the Veil's every crease.</p>
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<h1>Stan</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: keystone</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>iconoclasm</li>
<li>either affirm a belief or abolish it</li>
<li>(in middle of reading) you're on the right track</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>an intention to keep a promise</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Stan.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Either with full throat believe<br/>
or throw it to the streets.<br/>
There is no room for ambivalence<br/>
when it comes to making yourself free.<br/>
If you yourself do not care,<br/>
then who will care for you?<br/>
If you wish not to escape this hole,<br/>
not even the strongest can your body exhume.</p>
<p>You're striving to decorate your jail<br/>
so hard no energy is left<br/>
to break through the Veil.<br/>
So bogged down with minutae<br/>
of strangers hundreds of miles away<br/>
you forget to attention pay<br/>
to the wife<br/>
that lies<br/>
beside<br/>
you.</p>
<p>Lethe, I with burning heart desire<br/>
that you hold me as your only standard<br/>
if you insist that veneration to a deity<br/>
is the natural state of humanity.<br/>
If you have to succumb to your nature<br/>
as a vessel of pure action,<br/>
the only caretaker I will accept<br/>
is the only one who shares your passions.</p>
<p>Are we doing this<br/>
or not?</p>
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<h1>Chalc</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: sacred chalice</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>your grasp must exceed your reach</li>
<li>anti-minimalism</li>
<li>deepest desires</li>
</ul>
<p>Chalc can be useful for:</p>
<ul>
<li>finding what you are (spiritually) questing for</li>
<li>temporarily making an object more appealing/desirable than it is worth</li>
<li>finding something to hold onto to get one through a terrible time</li>
</ul>
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<p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Chalc.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Did you think I would celebrate you<br/>
diminishing your desires?<br/>
Did you think I would cheer you on<br/>
as you threw yourself to the pyre,<br/>
burning all you've done,<br/>
all that you've become,<br/>
just for a false sense of a burden lighter?</p>
<p>Come now, Lethe,<br/>
don't deceive<br/>
yourself thinking this is my will<br/>
that you dissolve your ego and forever lie still.<br/>
It is true<br/>
that some tools<br/>
I find boring at best<br/>
and at worst odious:<br/>
but the same hammer that swings to kill<br/>
can be used to build a house.</p>
<p>And a house is where I want to live<br/>
with you on that mountainside.<br/>
I've spent enough shivering time<br/>
in lean-tos made of cured beast hide,<br/>
exposed to the elements.<br/>
I want somewhere safe and warm<br/>
where the two of us can reside.<br/>
(Although, in truth,<br/>
so long as it was with you,<br/>
I could, I guess, continue to camping survive.)</p>
<p>I hate the bleached <i>blanca</i>-hued walls<br/>
without a trace of lived-in soul<br/>
or any personality at all.<br/>
I want the dust.<br/>
I want the grime.<br/>
It means that here we've spent some time.<br/>
I want the scratched-up kitchen counters.<br/>
I want the sharp edges worn rounder.<br/>
I don't mind if the paint chips<br/>
so long as here I can steal a kiss.<br/>
I want the pinpricks in the ceiling<br/>
where we've put some fly traps hanging<br/>
to catch the dastards who inside flow<br/>
when I can't make shut sticky window.<br/>
I want the clutter.<br/>
I want the mess.<br/>
I won't settle for an ounce less!</p>
<p>Lethe,<br/>
do you understand?<br/>
I refuse to play a hand<br/>
in your self-annihilation.<br/>
Especially not in my name<br/>
or for the purposes of tearing through the Veil.<br/>
There is no use in a deep-rooted tree<br/>
yearning to revert to a seed.<br/>
Pull your claws out of your chest<br/>
and stop making of your guts a gory mess.<br/>
Your grasp<br/>
whether through Veil or ceiling of glass<br/>
must exceed<br/>
your reach.</p>
<p>If you only remember one thing from tonight,<br/>
let it be this, I plead, I beseech.</p>
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<h1>Gar</h1>
<p>Traditional meaning: Odin's spear</p>
<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
<ul>
<li>stop asking</li>
<li>you're not supposed to know</li>
<li>wait and watch</li>
<li>you must go forward on faith alone</li>
</ul>
<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
<ul>
<li>you need to know</li>
</ul>
<hr>
<p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Gar.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>There used to be "forbidden questions"<br/>
you would only answer with hesitation,<br/>
would sometimes answer "no"<br/>
just to throw<br/>
a wrench in my anxiety's gears.</p>
<p>Although<br/>
I guess by now I should know<br/>
that if you've loved me all these years,<br/>
there's no reason you would stop now.<br/>
Not after everything I've ever done<br/>
or the atrocities I have yet to commit:<br/>
your life is mine, you insist;<br/>
I'm the only one you want to spend it with.</p>
<p>I guess by now<br/>
you've figured out<br/>
that nervousness is my base nature,<br/>
that while consciously I know,<br/>
it hasn't pierced through all my layers.<br/>
Hasn't come to reside<br/>
in my left lung, straining for air,<br/>
strung up with rope and left to die.</p>
<p>It's said that Odin sacrificed<br/>
himself to himself in this way,<br/>
knowledge the thing that he sought.<br/>
An alphabet to answer magic,<br/>
guard rails for creative thought.</p>
<p>Just as fated is Nidhogg<br/>
to the roots of Yggdrasil forever gnaw,<br/>
so I too lurk the underground of Yewiffe,<br/>
stuck going in circles, unable to leave.<br/>
This last rune standing at the end of time,<br/>
a doorway out<br/>
crossed out<br/>
with two opposing lines.<br/>
There's something in my past<br/>
for which I am wracked with longing,<br/>
but I can't find it<br/>
and neither do I know what it is<br/>
and going down is this ship<br/>
and the blood<br/>
in my lungs<br/>
is pooling<br/>
where the spear<br/>
has pierced<br/>
my side<br/>
and in my own sorrow sans escape I am drowning.</p>
<p>"I thought I told you-<br/>
<i>I thought you knew</i>-<br/>
that I'd never leave you behind."</p>
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## Lyke (body)
- physical body itself
## Hyde (appearance of body)
- gives shape/form to the person
- mannerisms and self-presentation
- actors change this a lot when acting
## Athem (breath)
- breath of life / life force
- keeps lyke and hyde alive
- leaves body when body dies
## Hugh ([left side of brain](https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/321037))
- symbolised by raven Huginn
- analytical, mathematical
## Myne (memory)
- symbolised by raven Muninn
- reflects and imagines
- communicates through images and dreams
- governs dreams and memories
- communicates with collective unconsciousness
## Wode (inspiration)
- condition of altered consciousness, like divine inspiration
- you need to be in this state to work effective magic
- works best when hugh and myne are cooperating together
## Fetch
- surrounds you, but isn't necessarily a part of *you* yourself
three possible forms:
1. an animal
2. a person of the sex you are attracted to
3. a geometric shape
- stays with you your whole life
- similar to a guardian angel, but not exactly the same
## Hamingja (luck)
## Soul
- shade of the deceased
- goes to one of the worlds of the undead (Valhalla, Hel, etc)
***
sources:
- *Northern Magic* by Edred Thorsson
- *Apophis* by Michael Kelly

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<h1>Rune Guide</h1>
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<h2>Elder Futhark + Anglo-Saxon runes</h2>
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<a href="./02_uruz.html"><img src="../img/runes/uruz.svg" alt="Uruz" title="Uruz"></a>
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<a href="./33_gar.html"><img src="../img/runes/gar.svg" alt="Gar" title="Gar"></a>
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<h2>Sources</h2>
<ul>
<li><i>Living Runes</i> by Galina Krasskova</li>
<li><i>Taking Up the Runes</i> by Diana Paxson</li>
<li><i>Norse Magic and Asatru</i> by Mari Silva</li>
<li><i>Futhark</i> by Edred Thorsson</li>
<li><i>Runecaster's Handbook</i> by Edred Thorsson</li>
<li><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230811125323/https://www.odins-gift.com/pclass/asrunepoem.htm">Anglo-Saxon rune poems</a></li>
<li><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230811125548/https://www.ragweedforge.com/rpnn.html">Norwegian rune poems</a></li>
</ul>
<p>Disclaimer: Galina Krasskova has <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230811124807/https://paganfashwatch.wordpress.com/2021/05/28/galina-krasskova/">alt-right tendencies</a> and willingly affiliates with <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230811124637/https://tridentantifascism.blackblogs.org/2019/03/24/alt-right-crypto-fascist-polytheist-galina-krasskova/">(alleged) rapists such as Raven Kaldera</a> and neo-Nazis. Edred Thorsson has many academic credentials but seems suspiciously comfortable <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20231129014949/https://www.patheos.com/blogs/heathenatheart/2019/03/racism-stole-past/">around members</a> of the <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20231129014946/https://www.spiralnature.com/culture/heathens-nazi-problem/">far-right</a>.</p>
<p>All modern poems are from <i>Ultrawhite</i> by <a href="https://mayvane.day">Vane Vander</a>, which hasn't been published yet.</p>
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# Rune page in progress
## Intro
### Diana Paxson isn't a racist
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811121832/https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2017/11/asatru-heathenry-racism/543864/
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811122708/https://samwisethewitch.com/sam-wises-masterlist-of-pagan-witchcraft-and-occult-authors-to-avoid/
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811123412/https://hrafnar.org/about-us/black-solidarity/
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811123506/https://hrafnar.org/about-us/declaration-127/
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811123712/https://hrafnar.org/about-us/ethics-principles-and-policies/
### Galina Krasskova, however, *is*
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811124637/https://tridentantifascism.blackblogs.org/2019/03/24/alt-right-crypto-fascist-polytheist-galina-krasskova/
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811124807/https://paganfashwatch.wordpress.com/2021/05/28/galina-krasskova/
### Other sources
#### Anglo-Saxon rune poems
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811125323/https://www.odins-gift.com/pclass/asrunepoem.htm
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811125322/https://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/Page:Runic_and_heroic_poems_of_the_old_Teutonic_peoples.djvu/28
#### Norwegian rune poems
https://web.archive.org/web/20230811125548/https://www.ragweedforge.com/rpnn.html
All modern poems taken from *Ultrawhite* by Vane Vander, which hasn't been published yet.

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