<html> <head> <title>Algiz</title> <link href="./style.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" title="main" media="all"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> <link rel="icon" href="../img/runes/algiz.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_algiz.svg"><img src="../img/runes/algiz.svg" alt="Algiz rune" title="Algiz rune"></a></p> <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> </blockquote> </body> </html>