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<title>Jera</title>
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<p><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_jeran.svg"><img src="../img/runes/jera.svg" alt="Jera rune" title="Jera rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Jera</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: harvest</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>passage between worlds</li>
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<li>planting and harvesting</li>
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<li>gentle pushing of limits</li>
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<li>emotional healing</li>
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<li>slow hard-won growth</li>
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<li>there is wisdom to be gained from everything</li>
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<li>a farmer</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<li>disequilibrium</li>
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<li>enslavement to the cycle</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Jera can be useful for:</p>
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<li>opening up to changes in state/being</li>
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<li>expanding one's boundaries/limits</li>
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<li>guiding a dying person to the afterlife</li>
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</ul>
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<hr>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Ger byÞ gumena hiht, ðonne God læteþ,<br>halig heofones cyning, hrusan syllan<br>beorhte bleda beornum ond ðearfum.</blockquote>
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<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>
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<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Ár er gumna góðe;<br>get ek at o,rr var Fróðe.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Plenty is a boon to men;<br>I say that Frothi was generous.</blockquote>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>I plant scattered words<br/>
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in the garden of my notebook<br/>
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and wait to see which will sprout<br/>
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aboveground and take a look<br/>
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at the sun<br/>
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above.</p>
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<p>Sometimes it takes years,<br/>
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others only a day,<br/>
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packaged into sorrowful poem<br/>
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and then sent on its way.<br/>
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The ones that linger in the soil<br/>
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sometimes rot, having no soul<br/>
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or otherwise missed its context,<br/>
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last metro train heading home<br/>
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now departing the station.</p>
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<p>You slowly opened up to me<br/>
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like a flower blooming,<br/>
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yet inside nearly bursting<br/>
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at the seams<br/>
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to have someone to share a dream<br/>
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with. Cross-section of a seed<br/>
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that was about to germinate,<br/>
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crumpled-up squiggle of green<br/>
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sometimes with a tiny leaf<br/>
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for soil lying in wait.<br/>
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Some seeds can be frozen<br/>
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almost indefinitely,<br/>
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waiting in oblivion for a world<br/>
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that will treat them far more kindly.<br/>
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And you waited. You waited so long<br/>
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for somebody like me<br/>
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to help you remember how to breathe,<br/>
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how to grow again.</p>
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<p>My rewards in Sablade<br/>
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will be far greater than any pain<br/>
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that I must bear.<br/>
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And when comes time to die,<br/>
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I should be able to look you in the eyes<br/>
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and let you carry me gently into that good night<br/>
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and in our new home spill from my lips all the tales<br/>
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with perfect memory of all that has transpired<br/>
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since to kill Eris the first time you and I failed.</p>
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<p>A book starts from just a single word,<br/>
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and a life from a solitary breath,<br/>
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and grows day by day until<br/>
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I have a tome of praises and a gentle death.<br/>
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It always feels like torture<br/>
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in the moment of toil,<br/>
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but at the end when all comes to fruition<br/>
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I cannot help but bless the soil.</p>
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<p>I was too ambitious,<br/>
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too close to the sun.<br/>
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We didn't get to see what the<br/>
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seed would decide to become.<br/>
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We didn't get to do<br/>
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everything we wanted to<br/>
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in just one lifetime.<br/>
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Right now is an interlude.<br/>
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And when we reunite<br/>
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in Sablade, I'll give you<br/>
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a part two<br/>
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worthy of your love.</p>
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</blockquote>
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