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<p class="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_wunjo.svg"><img src="../img/runes/wunjo.svg" alt="Wunjo rune" title="Wunjo rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Wunjo</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: joy, perfection</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<li>bilocality in awareness</li>
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<li>passionate love and union</li>
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<li>joy in self-recognition</li>
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<li>sacred marriage (by Mannaz)</li>
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<li>lifting of the Veil</li>
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<li>community peace</li>
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<li>a social worker</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<li>severance from the divine</li>
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<li>madness and insanity</li>
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<li>groupthink/collectivism</li>
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<li>loss of identity</li>
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<li>strife and alienation</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Wunjo can be useful for:</p>
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<li>strengthening links and bonds</li>
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<li>binding runes toward specific purposes</li>
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<hr>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Wenne bruceþ, ðe can weana lyt<br>sares and sorge and him sylfa hæfþ<br>blæd and blysse and eac byrga geniht.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Bliss he enjoys who knows not suffering, sorrow nor anxiety,<br>and has prosperity and happiness and a good enough house.</blockquote>
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<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Wunjo.</p>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p><strong>Where do our nerves know where to end?</strong><br/>
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X equals X times two,<br/>
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all but nought to the stratosphere.<br/>
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I touch your cheek, and I feel the sheer<br/>
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softness, and the pressure against an aching tooth<br/>
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in your jaw, and my fingertips starting to sweat.<br/>
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I know, and I know that you know, and you know<br/>
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that I know that you know.<br/>
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Reaching across an imaginary line<br/>
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that between our bodies divides<br/>
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a canvas, symmetry mode, whatever I do<br/>
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to you is mirrored in sensation on my own hide.</p>
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<p>I would to atone self-flagellate<br/>
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if not for the knowledge that the bloody pain,<br/>
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although on your skin leaving no wound,<br/>
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would convince that it had become serrate.<br/>
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This vessel of mine is just as much yours<br/>
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now as it was when Inside I was born,<br/>
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reincarnate, held century's prisoner.<br/>
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I should take care of it, I think, to minimize<br/>
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the pain transferred from this bond of our life.</p>
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</blockquote>
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