Single Rune

I awoke a little later than expected, and realized quickly that I’d turned my alarms off the day before because I’d woken up before they’d gone off – and then promptly forgot to turn them back on.

Fortunately I didn’t wake up so late that I was beyond the normal time frame I prefer to work within.

It’s getting cold in the desert, at least at night when there’s no clouds to keep the warmth from the day before against the ground. So I bundled up a little bit – the concrete of the patio is a little too cold for bare feet during this time of year. But I knelt and made my connection with the Earth with my hands, so I wasn’t fully disconnected.

After reaching out to Heimdall and opening the gates – and setting an offering outside of my ritual space for the Outdwellers (See? I told you I’d start to get into more details as things set into place) – I shared a round of hard cider with my People. Giving thanks for their time and patience and spending a little time bonding.

All my offerings were varying amounts of the hard cider. It’s something *I* can drink on an empty stomach without getting punchy, so when I mean to share in the offerings with my People I usually stick with it. (I’ll be honest, I could NOT drink an entire 12oz bottle of it on an empty stomach, but a few sips while honoring my People is doable. (I would connect with Norse gods while being a massive light weight)).

I usually use Moon of Dragon’s Blood incense from HEM when I’m doing my weekend devotionals, but today I’d went with Cinnamon which was a little distracting. It’s got a harsher and more pronounced scent to it than the other two, and those are much more calming for me. But Cinnamon kept me on task so I’ll not complain.

I admitted that I have something on the edges of my mind that’s bothering me. I can’t put a full finger on it – the medication I’m on (let’s be blunt here, I struggle with anxiety and am legit concerned about becoming a shut in, so I’m currently on two different meds – one daily, the other as needed – just to go out and brave crowds without panic attacks) seems to be affecting my drive to draw. Though I could just as well be in a natural slump that’s ill timed to the newly added assistance.

And the medications themselves, I don’t want to say dull, but lessen the sharpness of concern, so I don’t know if it’s stopping me from keying in on what’s around me. The daily regimen is still considered in the adjusting phase, so it’s been a lot of guess work on my – well – me-ness the last couple weeks.

So I requested some sign from my People – either reassurance that things were okay, or a warning if I needed to up my guard and that the medication was affecting me in ways that I’d need to be aware of. I.e. in a way that would mean talking to my doctor about alternatives, because I want to be able to leave the house without being on the edges of a panic attack, but I also want to continue drawing thank you very much.

When I cast the runes onto the mat I was taken aback by the outcome. Near to 15 runes had freed themselves from the bag, but only one was on the mat. (One even careened off the “table” and onto the floor.)

One rune. One. Out of all those that had come with it. After staring in disbelief for a few moments I thought maybe I should try again, that I might not have hit my usual relaxed groove because the cinnamon incense was so strong vs calming. Or that I was just that off that the first time wasn’t the right one.

But as I gathered up the runes that hadn’t fallen on the mat I got this sense that sometimes even complex inquiries can have a single word for their answer. So the lone rune wasn’t just acceptable, but it was all that was required.

It was also one I’d never seen before, so I wasn’t sure if it was a positive answer, or a negative one. (One day I’ll get these down pat).

After closing the ritual and coming back inside to my book, I learned the lone rune was

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Laguz – the 21st rune, meaning lake, life, leek. It can mean new creativity welling up from the unconscious mind, or a need to basically go with the flow. It can also be an unconscious tapping of psychic or spiritual aid/ability. In spellwork it allows for other runes to work in the background.

I get the distinct impression that Laguz is very behind-the-scenes, whatever it is that it’s actually doing. It also feels like a positive rune to me, that there’s help or growth being provided by the rune but it’s Subtle. I don’t do subtle well >.> But it explains why things felt like they were quiet, or out on the edge, because they were, and not nessicarily because of the change in medication.

Which is itself very reassuring.

Blessings,
Quin

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A Little Reassurance

My whole day was off today. I woke up at a later hour than I like, I didn’t get my daily drawing done until later than I like. I missed breakfast almost completely (thank you cup of oatmeal for coming to the rescue). I just barely got all the laundry done and I had planned to do So Much more with the day.

It wasn’t until noon that I did my devotional, and even then it’s 3 hours later that I’m writing this. I’ve just now had a proper meal, and I still haven’t even BEGUN to do the amount of drawing I’d planned on getting done this weekend.

All in all I was just off-balance.

But I went into my devotional with as much positivity as I could muster. These were my gods, my spirits, my kindred, my ancestors – My People – it was going to be okay, and maintaining/strengthening my bonds with them was more important than my pride about being timely.

I’m a creature of habit apparently, and my habit’s a bit disrupted this weekend, but that’s neither here nor there, I’ll manage. I’m pretty flexible like that.

Today’s rune drawing turned into 4 runes, vs the general three. I got a new candle, and by candle I mean beautiful clear candle-shaped lamp that has an impressive flame! A little bit of an intimidating impressive flame, it’ll take some getting used to, but it worked very well, I felt. It provided enough light to easily see by when I shut myself in my little room to cut out the strong noon sun and some of the noises of the day so I could focus.

I gave my thanks, spoke my mind and made my offerings. I meditated a bit, but I’m not sure about meditating standing up so I kept snapping out of it. I’ll have to start bringing a cushion outside so I can sit on the stone patio comfortably. Once I finish my current Norse Mythology book I can also start digging into the meditation guide that was recommended to me, and that’ll probably help a lot with doing actual bona fide trance work.

Anyway, onto the draw.

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I recognized a lot of the runes this time around. Not all by name, but I knew I’d pulled all except the second one previous to this time. It was a new, unknown to me rune, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

I knew the first was a symbol of the movement of energy, of turning bad to good and making bad news less. The 3rd if Wunjo – one I do know well by name, and it means joy in a lot of different ways. The 4th I recognized, but had to crack open my book to remember.

Eihwaz – The rune of paradoxes. The rune that can turn poor news good and is suggested to be inscribed on a tree that represent Yggdrasil to you. Remember it as the flow of energy up and down ones spine. Eihwaz is a good start in my opinion – that even if what follows is an outpouring of bad news, the good news is that it won’t be so bad. And if it’s good news then Eihwaz is the quiet reminder of the evergreen yew tree, most commonly believed to be the earthly equivalent of Yggdrasil – the world tree. Which, to me, brings a sense of stability and peace.

Next is Ingwaz – a rune fully new to me. It’s a rune of transitioning, from one phase to another, like winter giving way to spring and so on. There is a give and take inherent in Ingwaz to be mindful of. It speaks of sacrifice, of giving up one thing to reap the benefits of another. It’s generally good news when regarding moving from one job or project to another (Assuming you completed that job or project on good terms).

Third is Wunjo – my old friend. Wunjo is joy, but not just solitary joy, it’s group joy. The kind of happiness that brings a light into a room for friends and family. Wunjo is positive for many involved, and in a negative light it can be a sign of isolation or feelings of abandonment. In this case, Wunjo is certainly cast in a positive light, so little to no concerns there.

Finally, Othala – the rune of family of inheritance, and of bonds. It strengthens ties and family bonds – all family bonds, be they blood, spirit or past lives. I find it interesting that Othala ends the alphabet as well, acting as an anchor for family, knowledge, and spiritual wisdom. The shape of it both protects and acts as a gate. Guarding what’s inside while allowing new information to come in.

When I draw the runes I rarely have an actual question. Most often I ask only for whatever wisdom it is that my People wish to bestow on me. Many times I make the assumption that it will be related to whatever it was that I had been talking about – as, since it makes sense, I would assume that the wisdom provided would be in regards to the concerns.

In that vein I think the tradition holds true with today’s reading as well. I’m concerned about the future, about my faith, and about my job. I know I’ll be okay because I’m lucky and privileged and that even if things go legs up I’ll still find a way to be okay.

But I’m an unsure person, and some reassurance goes a long way to help calm my concerns – be they founded or otherwise. So to receive a message that says – to me – four very distinct things, vs a single idea, I feel like I got my answer/wisdom/reassurance.

That there will be bad, but I can lessen it – if not for myself than for others – and turn something awful into something as positive as possible. That I’ll transition from one job to another, but to be prepared to give something up for the move – either more time commuting, less time in comfy clothes, or I imagine a possible cut in pay. (Which would still be worth it to get away from the toxic people and blatant favoritism.) That I’ll continue to grow and bond with My People and that they’re pleased thus far by my actions and the time I can invest in my faith.

Wunjo, to me, just signifies an overall more positive vibe to the entire thing, like I need to chill a little and just enjoy that things will be okay. (Possibly it’s also assuring me that my visit back home with be joyous and not to worry about how my family will react to the news that I’m an alternative kind of religion AND practicing it regularly. I mean, they’re cool with me being, well, ME, so I doubt this news’ll change anything.)

Blessings,
Quin

Tiny Protector

In the United States of America, things have gone a bit bonkers.

I get the why, and I understand the fear. I’m not here to talk about the details of my country’s political climate, I’m here to talk about the journey I’m having in ADF and in getting through my Dedicant Path. I’m here to talk about my runes and my relationship with my Gods, with my people.

But in case the current events have a direct impact on how my ritual went.

I spent the entire thing voicing my concerns, my fears, and what I wanted to do. Norse mythology is deep and rich, but it shines in the face of adversity. A warrior earns his place in the next life by his deeds in this – by laughing in the face of his death. They’re raucous poets, great defenders, people of honor.

What was honorable then and what is honorable now is different in detail and culture only, but the pure concept of Honor is unchanged. This is, in part, how Norse Hearth Culture works for me. I am no warrior, I’m no great brawler capable of wearing armor and beheading my foes with great axes. I’m small, I’m timid, I’m woefully disdainful of the mere concept of confrontation. I am, if anything, a great compromiser.

But, I am protective of my friends, my family, and my home.

More to the point I want to be able to protect the people that will need it over the next four years. Not everyone – I’m not that capable – but those I can reach. Be it physically, be it electronically, be it even monetarily. I want to extend the “fence” of my home and hearth to bring warmth and protection to as many people as I can.

I want to be a small, warm, light against the impending dark.

To that end I drew my runes, asking my Gods and my Ancestor and my Kindred and my Spirits for whatever omen they felt the need to provide based on that desire. Would I be successful? Would it even be possible for me to do? Would it matter?

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Eihwaz, Wunjo and Gebo.

Eihwaz is Yggdrasil, the world tree – the protective and stabilizing boughs that cradle the worlds within its branches (I tend to think of it as dark matter – that unseen force that works with gravity to keep the planets and galaxies in place.) The rune can be a connection of opposites, like the small and tiny being mighty. It can also single that a terrible event will be less so, that impending dark will turn to be more bright than expected.

Wunjo is Joy. Joy in work, in life, in outcomes. Wunjo is very dependent on surrounding runes strictly for what kind of joy one would be referring to. I don’t have much else on this rune specifically, but I’ll summarize this at the end and you’ll see how it fits.

Finally, Gebo – the rune of giving. The concept of Gebo isn’t just in the gift but also in the giftee. The idea of what goes around comes around is very strong in Norse honor. One doesn’t hoard wealth, but one doesn’t give when they’re unable to do so either. The idea is that society is the better for generosity and (boy, this touches on the political of late, doesn’t it?) that while there is an expected concept of balance to consider, you don’t point to the ledger to be sure things are even. In other words, as long as you feel – as the giver – that you have gotten back as you need (not nessicarily as you /want/ ), then there is balance.

International news shows the idea of Gebo hard at work in countries like Sweden, Denmark, etc.

What these three runes say to me is this: That not only will I be able to protect as I want, there will be joy in that – and that joy will spread – small, but there. I just need to be mindful that I don’t give so much of myself I burn out, because then I’m of no use to anyone.

I don’t know what the future will bring precisely, I don’t know what damage the next four years will bring. I don’t know what we will learn from this as a country, or what will happen after the fact. I don’t even know if I can do anything more than offer a safe space to my people and a shoulder to those who need it.

But I will do my best to be positive and joyful – in the hopes that the tiny flickering light I provide will be enough to help someone else get through the day.

Blessings,
Quin.

New Runes

There’s a couple things that have been fascinating to me since I was at least 12. Primary among those is the material commonly known as Hematite. I loved the stories around it, I loved the feel of it, I loved the ability to had to get me to focus. I’d find smooth flat stones while my family was traveling and those were my reminders of where we’d visited.

I wasn’t reading books on stones or gems or meditation or anything like that when I was 12, but I was drawn to it, and running my fingers over the stone just made me feel better. As I started reading about such things when I got a little older (16 or so when I think everyone cracks open a New Age book or really starts to read their horoscopes more closely), I read about the effects of other semi-precious items like quartz and what have you.

Nothing ever really did anything for me, except the Hematite. (I did, however, have this wicked cool quartz-shard necklace. Looked like something that would’ve ended up being the key to the Astral Gates in a D&D game – similar to This Picture except with a black leather strap vs chain).

I digress.

I chose maple wood runes because maples are a pretty prominent tree back in my hometown. I honor my family in all things, and so it made sense to have that connection. Plus I was unsure of using stone or metals for runes, as they didn’t initially seem earthy enough, and when I started this I was very concerned about getting things “right”. I also wanted to have something that was quality, and that was respected and I knew that The Magical Druid would give me that peace of mind.

But alas, they don’t make their own hematite runes, so – Maple Wood it was.

Then a friend of mine in a slack channel found Hematite runes on Etsy that were perfect for me, and you can take a look see if you’re interested. I’ve pocketed the “blank” rune as a good luck charm for my purse, since neither Taking Up the Runes nor my good ADFs friends feel there is a need for a blank rune in the Elder Futhark.

And truthfully, my set feels right without one, and that’s good enough for me.

Today’s devotional was to attune the new set, and to make sure it was accepted by my People. (People I think is a good umbrella term – at least for me – to include Kindred, Ancestors, Spirits, and Gods. Like the nerd I am, when I go to a con I am among my people. When I open the gates I am still among my people.)

Offerings and devotions where made to all, and things felt in a good place the entire time. I’m feeling less awkward and clumsy with each ritual – though I did do some controlled breathing to meditate on what to say between each offering because I hadn’t thought ahead on it at all.

I put all the runes in my offering shell, as a shared offering – a connection between my People and I – and then drew a single wooden rune as a sign for how they felt about them overall (with the intention to leave them in the offering shell for the next 24 hours regardless – either to strengthen the bond, or attempt to change their minds >.> ). I drew Dagaz.

Directly, Dagaz is the rune for Day. For obvious reasons this makes it a positive rune all around – the other runes can have an impact on what kind of positivity you’re dealing with, in this case I drew only the single rune and was not compelled to draw more.

Dagaz is both a rune of beginnings and endings. In magical work it can be both sun rise And sun set. It can begin or end magical work, and I take extra solace in this single rune that it can aid in new beginnings or successful conclusions.

Quite the single rune to draw when one is leaving the new runes out for a full day and night.

All in all I am pleased with the outcome, and grateful to my People for their time, protection, and honor. I will continue to do my best to honor my Ancestors, my Spirits, my Kindred and my Gods – that I may grow and be better in all things.

Blessings,
Quin

All Signs Point Here

So I tried something different with my runes this morning (Took me most of the day to get around to putting this to words, it’s been a crummy day of little to no motivation, yay female month time @_@ ) and instead of drawing three I cast them onto a gift I use as my Tree for the rituals.

It felt clumsy, because I was afraid of tossing runes with abandoned and then needing to like, move furniture to get to them ^^; Or breaking one, I haven’t been hard on these runes, I’m concerned about getting too zealous.

The rune casting aside it was a typical ritual for me. Not nearly as intricate as Ancestor’s Night, but more like my usual weekend rituals. As per the norm it was very calming, and for once I had a pointed and focused question to ask – unlike usual where I either don’t really have anything looming overhead and I don’t trust my green horn level ability to properly read runes if I did ask something specific.

But after a hearty round of bourbon for me and my gods (Norse Gods are such fun drinkers), and a cup of rose-hip tea for my ancestors, I cast the runes.

I pulled twice, as per my usual I just kind of went with A) what felt right, and B) what my body moved to do. I was apprehensive because it was a new thing for me, but at the same time I did my best to let my conscious mind kind of… well, Slip is the best word I have for it, and let my subconscious do the driving.

I’ve gotten a little loopy doing this while standing, since I changed my alter platform from sitting on the patio to standing in the laundry room (which is off the patio and still as outside as I can get and still be in a private-ish setting). So I may have to sit for the omen portion of the ritual, which means investing in – or trying to make – a casting mat of some kind. I might tap the same friend that made my tree, she’s uber talented.

Anyway, back to the casting. I’m looking to change jobs, but I’m not sure if I should try to stick it out where I am. So my rather specific question was if it was a wise idea to basically pour everything into this new opportunity or buckle up and dig in where I currently am. Which, given the negative personality traits of some of my coworkers, it wasn’t the route I was keen on taking.

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I found it interesting that the overall look of it was very Arrow like. I wasn’t sure if that meant that the reading was emphasizing the “point” rune over the others, or if I was meant to take the overall reading as very straight forward.

Or if it was a matter of direction. Or nothing at all.

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I flipped the overturned runes. Like a good friend of mine I do find something right in reading them a little differently. Not as meaning the opposite, but as meaning something more subtle compared to the rest of the casting.

The “root” of the arrow, is the X – Gebo, the rune of the Gift, be it spiritually, materially, or emotionally – or any way really. Gebo can also hint toward balance, the idea of not giving more than you can, or warning against hording with gifts should be given. Overall it has a positive vibe when regarding jobs or contracts.

The next step is Mannaz – which I have a hard time getting. It’s in regards to the human condition and/or identity. Since it follows Gebo in the flow it’s possible this is a gentle reminder that I’m only human, and to make sure I have a solid work/life balance where ever I end up. (I’m really not a drink-the-company-kool-aid type).

Elhaz was initially face down, but I’ve seen this one before and knew it was positive. Elhaz is good luck, mostly in that the querent will be protected, or at the least warned. If I’m assuming that face down means less prominent, then it’s a small warning, or that there’s not much to protect me from in this issue and I shouldn’t feel threatened at my current job – even while transitioning to the new position if I get it.

Wunjo starts the arrow head portion, or the crux of the cross if you want to look at it that way. Generally Wunjo is a sign that surrounding runes should be taken in a positive light. Considering more than half the runes in the reading are surrounding Wunjo, I’m taking this as the best possible of signs.

The left tip of the arrow (upper in the picture looks a bit like a Z) is Eihwaz – Meaning a worse issue will be lessened. So that whatever bad may happen or whatever concerns there are, they won’t be as bad as you might think. This is a great omen to get for me right now, when feminine “joys” make me less of an optimist for a few days.

The right tip of the arrow is Thurisaz – Thor’s rune, good luck but with a warning. That warning generally being akin to Don’t Get Too Cocky, and make sure to take stock of your available tools and options. Which is good advice, I tend to get a little loose at work when I know I’ve got one foot out the door. I won’t do myself any favors if I lose my job before I find another just because I get haughty.

And the arrow point itself, originally faced down is Berkano – A hidden rune of transformation and growth. Significant when beginning new enterprises, and considered a strong rune when dealing with the feminine and/or girls themselves.

Even though Berkano is a rune of unexpected/hidden meanings – which almost makes me want to take it at a stronger value because it was face down – the stronger sense I get from this is that I’m being urged to pursue this new employment opportunity, not necessarily because it’s better or because it’s fated, but because Yes it will most likely be good, and it’s what I already know I want to do. So stop beating around the proverbial bush and go for it – my chances of landing said job are solid and I shouldn’t be afraid.

 

Afraid

I’m going to write this a bit out of the usual order for one of my devotionals, and backtrack a bit as I cover the runes I drew. I’ll end by summarizing the purpose of the ritual, and hopefully it’s not so disconnected as to be intelligible.

Before I drew these runes I did not ask for anything, I asked that whoever was listening say to me what they wanted to say. Because I didn’t ask a question I wasn’t sure that what I drew would make sense to me. All three runes came out together, and so my intent was to read them in no particular order and go from there. Moving around sentences and concepts until something jumped out and said Yes! This is what we said.

For its worth, that happened while I was looking them up.

Ansuz – The rune of Odin, of words, of mouth. A rune, specifically in this case, of communication. Ansuz is a welcome rune to me, a good sign and one that I feel close too – it’s spiritual, creative, and if I’m being honest it’s hard not to preen a little when you draw Odin’s rune. Even if Odin kind of intimidates the piss out of me…

Hagalaz – The rune of hail, change, chaos. In reading, depending on what else surrounds this rune it can mean disaster or act as a warning to brace for a change. Positivity resides on either side of Hagalaz when I drew these, the rune was literally sandwiched in between the other two.

Hagalaz is a warning, and even surrounded by positivity I don’t mean to take that warning lightly. Be it in regards to my love, my passion or my job, I don’t want to be blindsided in anything.

I think, however, in this case the change is internal.

I spent a portion of the devotional admitting that I didn’t understand my being drawn to a Norse hearth-culture. I am not fierce, I’m not brash or a warrior. I’m more a cup runneth over with kindness and sheer terror towards just about everything from Outside to Bugs.

But I had to admit I can be fierce, I can be a warrior. I have planted my feet on a few occasions in my life that were important enough to me that despite a spinning head, pounding heart, or knotting stomach, I knew I needed to not back down. I sobbed during the ritual, asserting that I wasn’t weak, but that I wanted to be stronger, I wanted to be more assertive, I wanted to be more – but I wanted to stay me.

I cannot emulate my Norse gods and goddesses, that is not who I am from head to toe, but I want to be able to honor them better in words and actions and I need to change to be able to do that.

Elhaz – let’s just pull this from the book directly. “[..] almost certainly means protection […] possibly by means of drawing natural powers or allowing previously suppressed aspects of the personality to operate.

I have a fire in me, I know I do. I’ve seen it blaze and shine on a few occasions in my life. But that fire is scary at times, because I don’t tap into it often, so when I do it’s like wrestling with a part of me that could just splash out and light everything around me. Sometimes I don’t want to catch things on fire, sometimes I’m afraid of losing control if I do ignite something in others.

Mostly, I’m just afraid.

A lot.

I’m afraid of making people angry, I’m afraid of letting down my family, I’m afraid of being a disappointment to my mother and father, I’m afraid of losing the love of my life, I’m afraid of not being successful, I’m afraid of crashing and burning with my art, I’m afraid of bugs, I’m afraid of people, I’m afraid of my own MIND.

But for the hour of my ritual, for the time of my devotion, when I’m speaking to gods and spirits and kindred, when I’m making myself a beacon for all things in all worlds and reaching out beyond the Gates, I’m not afraid. I can feel the boughs of Yggdrasil protect me, I can feel the warmth and see the light of the flames of fire that guides me, I can feel the cool life-giving flow of water at my feet.

Looping back to the runes I can almost see the words before me from the draw, something like “I am communicating with you, that change is coming and to brace, but be not afraid for it is change that you want and it will be welcome.”

I don’t know who “I” is in this case. It felt assertive and powerful, but neither maternal/fraternal.

I don’t know, it’s just that it so strongly feels like a single statement.

The main purpose of today’s devotional was to use the tree I’d received from a dear friend at least once before the high day celebration I plan to do either tonight, or very very early tomorrow. From there it kind of spontaneously turned into its own thing, but I feel confident in the transfer, and now I can use my stand in tree as the journal I’d intended it for and leave the other with the alter.

Blessings,
~Quin

Odd Omen

Today’s ritual started off with a knotted back, sore legs, and a tangle inside my own soul to be perfectly honest. I’d had a rough week at work, and my last devotional had gone south, which probably lent itself to the clunky week. I even ended up calling off on Wednesday – not a thing I do – because I felt ill at the idea of even going into work that day.

So today’s ritual was just as much about reconnecting with my gods and goddesses as it was strengthening myself and unknotting things internally. At first I wasn’t sure it was going to work, but as the ritual went on I realized I was relaxed.

When I first got my current job I was pretty excited. It was a decent jump in pay, plus a couple extra holidays and a LOT of vacation time for a new job. (15 days, vs ten.) On top of that I knew I was going to learn a ton of new things in my field and the vibe of the office was a lot more friendly and casual than my last position had been.

Lately though, things are hinky, and I’m realizing that there are, sadly, quite a few phobic-toward-anyone-not-white-and-straight-and-Christian types in my immediate vicinity. The amount of racism, transphobic and homophobic thoughts are unsettling. And they’re subtle too – for the most part, which makes it very difficult to report on, or even talk about directly to the persons involved.

Top on a little good old fashioned technophobia and office favoritism, and barely 9 months after I started, I’m ready to leave.

So, yeah, internally, very knotted up. =/

But, as I said, the ritual went well, it had the intended effect I had been hoping for. I shared a drink with my ancestors, the Kindred, and the gods/goddesses. It was, perhaps, not the wisest of me to share hard apple cider with my faith first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, massive light weight that I am, but someone was looking out for me, because I don’t even feel the tiniest bit woozy.

At some point I was compelled to draw an omen. I asked for signs about my job, but backpedaled on that – my mind is made up, I already know what I’m doing in regards to that, and it feels right, even if it’s scary. So instead I just asked for whatever omen they desired to give me, and if they were so inclined, some kind of hint as to who was reaching out to me.

Someone listened, but since I’ll be looking these up as I’m writing this, right at this moment I don’t know who. I just I know that I usually draw three runes. Today, I drew 5. The first two came out easy as you please, but the last three came out all at once, there was just no separating them while my hand was in the bag. There’s plenty of room in there for my tiny hand, so it wasn’t for lack of trying.

I’m not 100% sure what to do with it, but it feels like those three should be considered very strongly connected when I do decipher them.

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First is ELHAZ, for which there is a very repetitive theme of protection. Be it from an animal-spirit guide, in general, from one’s own spiritual power, and/or as a sign of good luck. There’s a warning against grasping Elhaz, that while it offers protection it can cut those that are rough toward it. I’ll take this as a sign of being protected, we’ll see how it holds up against the rest of the reading, as it could be an introduction to whomever has their eye on me.

Next, RAIDHO, the rune of traveling. When paired with Elhaz it implies protected travel. Raidho is often considered to be a statement of the “right way to go” or that one is on horseback (a mode of transportation, i.e. Raidho) and that it is leading one along the Way. I personally struggle with accepting the idea of fate, and that our lives are predetermined before us – but I do believe that we have a series of paths available to us. With varying degrees of the correct path vs essentially having gone off the path. Elhaz and Raidho back to back like this, feel to me like an assurance that the choices I’ve made regarding my career is the correct path and all I have left to do now is follow through assertively with that change.

Then the inseparable three. PERTHRO – DAGAZ – OTHALA

Perthro is, as far as I can gather, the unknowable rune. It can be tied to luck, to fate, to Figg and the Norns. It is the cup and the well, the caster of dice and the caster of runes. It implies fate, luck or chance in a reading and I’m left with the distinct impression that I’ll not know what this implies until I’ve looked at the other runes.

Dagaz the sun, a rune of positivity and hope. Dagaz in a reading often lends itself to a positive outcome, a kind of stay strong and things will get better sort of vibe. Possibly it means slow and measured progress vs sudden outcomes, and/or a clarifying rune to bring things to “light” as it were.

Finally, Othala. The rune of family, homeland, inheritance, of connection both with past lives and current spirits. “As the final rune of the Futhark, OTHALA “Contains” the power of all the other runes, our mystical heritage.”

My initial feeling on this, even after sitting here for long moments and contemplating things which has left said initial feeling unchanged, has me feeling that it’s the runes themselves that are calling to me. Which is kind of an odd feeling, and not at all what was expected. There’s a fringe assumption that in line with that it does include Frigg, with whom herself and the Norns are closely tied to the divination portion of the runes.

But then as well, Odin himself is very closely tied with the runes, and the utilization of them in magical ways. To be perfectly fair, Odin kind of scares the sprinkles out of me, and I’m not sure how I’d react if it was him who took to me. I suppose I’d need to begin construction of an actual functional backbone quite immediately.

Through the runes as well, is a pathway to connecting with my ancestors, and Kindred and all the gods and goddesses. Very family-esque, very connected and protected. Which is rather indicative of this and previous readings.

At this rate I may have to face my fears, and make from scratch my own runes, though I still say that fashioning tangible items is far and away not a skill I possess.