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<title>Algiz</title>
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<p><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>
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<h1>Algiz</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: elk</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>strength of the spirit</li>
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<li>connection to all worlds</li>
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<li>birth</li>
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<li>protective blessing</li>
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<li>non-violent feral (hyperthomosopramia type 2) draconity</li>
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<li>divine forces</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<li>need for protection</li>
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<li>excessive scattering of attention</li>
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<li>not standing up for yourself</li>
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<li>being drained of energy</li>
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<li>death</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Algiz can be useful for:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>protection and warding</li>
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<li>healing injuries</li>
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<li>marking what has been hallowed</li>
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<li>learning how to work with others, especially those non-human</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>Eolh-secg eard hæfþ oftust on fenne<br>
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wexeð on wature, wundaþ grimme,<br>
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blode breneð beorna gehwylcne<br>
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ðe him ænigne onfeng gedeþ.</blockquote>
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<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>
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<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Algiz.</p>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>I'm clinging to your waist<br/>
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like you're a floating log<br/>
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and I'm halfway to drowning<br/>
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not knowing how to breathe with a non-human face.</p>
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<p>Someone once called me the Rainbow Bridge,<br/>
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being the crossing point between so many worlds,<br/>
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but I am neither bi<br/>
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nor could I ever abide<br/>
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frost over the surface of this roiling sea<br/>
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in this metaphor of mine.<br/>
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I move too violent,<br/>
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too constant,<br/>
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for the whole thing to freeze<br/>
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over, you see.</p>
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<p>But I certainly feel like being quartered<br/>
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face from hand from back from limb<br/>
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trembling to keep my mind<br/>
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in a bedroom lost and somehow dimmed.<br/>
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Three different bloods rage inside<br/>
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and two are battling for my skin<br/>
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and your fingertips brushing the back of my neck,<br/>
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the temples where bone and antler connect,<br/>
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are the only reminder you're here to protect<br/>
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me, promised by palm to keep me sane<br/>
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even if draconity ever overcame<br/>
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me and my body forcibly changed<br/>
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to that of a beast.</p>
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<p>Do you think, if a stranger ever saw,<br/>
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they'd mistake me for a particularly messed-up elk?<br/>
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Wonder where my eyes went, or why so blunted my maw?<br/>
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A creature too exquisite for this world, too peculiar for their ilk,<br/>
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have to always stay on the periphery<br/>
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or in long-lost bedrooms where nobody can see<br/>
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the ribbons with every breath wavering.<br/>
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You will with me stay<br/>
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until you can see my normal face again<br/>
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and in the meantime reassure that I'm safe.</p>
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</blockquote>
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