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starwind123 
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Posts: 407
(5/7/04 12:49 am)
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Rune Lore the eddas and sagas bits and peices
Starting a new thread which will be baisis for a new page of rune eddas and sagas not the whole things but the lesser known bits and pieces........and what they meant..
here we go
Those who would read the sacred runes,
given by the gods,
that Odin set down
and the sage stained with color,
are well advised to waste no words.
from, "The Sayings of the High One,"
in The Poetic Edda
(translated by Patricia Terry)
Which is the well known havermal a notice to all rune masters.... to speak the truth of the runes..without embellsiment as they need none... runes are very very direct and to the point...in other words dont get carried away with the tale and tell only what you see....
I grew wealthy in the ancient lore,
became rich in wisdom
Brought forth words from the words I found,
verses springing up where I sought them.
which alludes to the habit of singing the runes...this is the most common way to do magick with them...which as we well know often becomes a chant and we know the power of that 
More of the Havermal'
You will find the runes
and learn to read them in the proper manner,
strong spells
mighty charms
written by the wise
made by the old gods
Odin's hard-won wisdom.
Can you write them? Read them?
Can you paint them? Prove them?
Know you how to wish? How to worship?
How to summon? How to sacrifice?
Now only one line causes a problems due to translatoin and a differance in meaning ....that word sacrifice.... the rest simplely means can you learn to use the correctly the sacrifice intended here is the willingness to give up the Self and become a speaker for the Gods...Not as is commonly held some animal or worse human..the sacrafice of the self...
In the Kalevala, the story of "The Singing Match"
He sang day by day,
night by night he recited
ancient memories
those deep origins which not all the children sing
only fellows understand
in this evil age, with time running out.
. . . the lakes rippled, the earth shook
the copper mountains trembled
the sturdy boulders rumbled
the cliffs flew in two
the rocks cracked upon the shore.
Runes where used for power...to recall ... to remember...even if the memory brought distress...a man fails if he trys to hide from the truth .. even if the truth is painful...
But not always such deep thoughts...
Vainamoinen sang at Joukahainen, chanting:
saplings on his collar-bow
a willow shrub on his hames . . .
sang his blaze-browed horse
to rocks on a rapid's bank . . .
He sang him in a swamp up to his waist
in a meadow to his groin
in the heath up to his armpits
Which just goes to show that life is not always wine and roses
...in case the norse equvailent of may the fleas of a 1000 camels infest his armpits !
More will follow
Starwind
Blessings on your coming
Blessings on your going
Blessings on all your house |
starwind123
Keeper of the Sacred Arts
Posts: 463
(6/6/04 6:25 pm)
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Re: Rune Lore the eddas and sagas bits and peices
Völuspá-The Song of the Sybil
Heidi men call me when their homes I visit,
A far seeing Volva, wise in talismans.
Caster of spells, cunning in magic.
To wicked women welcome always.
Arm rings and necklaces, Odhinn you gave me
To learn my lore, to learn my magic:
Wider and wider through all worlds I see.
Outside I sat by myself when you came,
Terror of the gods, and gazed in my eyes.
What do you ask of me? Why tempt me?
Odhinn, I know where your eye is concealed,
Hidden away in the well of Mimir:
Mimir each morning his mead drinks
From Valfather's pledge. Well would you know more?
asatru.org/voluspa.html
to read the whole thing
The song of the sybil is the tale of the soothsayer the recounter of history...Odhinns hidden eye in the well of minir
is the eye he gave to the well keeper to drink and gain all knowledge...yet odin wants to know more...so to the sybil he goes and seeks the clarity of the past with the fog of the morrow...
Volva from times long past of a womans magick.. the rites of rebrirth...its not a surprize that the our word for the female genitalia (vulva) is the same. there is good reason for this... this is what came frist !
More to come
Starwind
Blessings on your coming
Blessings on your going
Blessings on all your house
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starwind123
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(6/6/04 6:35 pm)
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Re: Rune Lore the eddas and sagas bits and peices
As to what would Odin know,...??
Baldur's Dream
(as translated by W. H. Auden & P. B. Taylor)
The gods hurried to their hall of council,
Gathered together, goddesses with them,
All-powerful, eager to unriddle
Baldur's dream that such dread portended.
Up rose Odhinn, unaging magician,
Harnesses Sleipnir, the eight-legged,
Sped down from Asgard to Hel's Deep.
The blood-dabbled hound of Hel faced him,
Howling in frenzy at the father of runes.
The High One halted at the eastern gate,
Where loomed a tumulus, tomb of a witch.
Runes he chanted, charms of power:
Her spectre rose whom his spell commanded
To enlighten the god with the lore of the dead.
Who is he that on Hel intrudes?
Who calls me up, increasing my grief.?
Drenched by hail, driven by storm,
Dew-frozen, I am dead long.
I am Struggler's Son, Strider, Way-Tamer,
Your secrets I ask: all earth's I know.
Why are Hel's halls hung with jewels,
Her chambers rivers of red gold?
For Baldur our mead is brewed strong
In a shining cauldron, a shield over it.
Odhinn on high in heart despairs.
Unwilling my words: I would no more.
Far-seeing witch, your words unriddle.
More will I ask: all will I know.
Who shall slay Baldur, best of the gods,
Who suck the life from the son of Odhinn?
Hodur the blind the branch shall throw,
From his brother's body the blood to drain,
Sucking the life from the son of Odhinn.
Unwilling my words: I would no more.
Far-seeing witch, your words unriddle.
More will I ask: all will I know.
By whose hand shall Hodur fall
And Baldur's bane be burned with fire?
Rindur the blessed shall bring forth Vali.
Though but a night old, he shall be the avenger,
His hands he shall wash not nor his hair comb
Till Baldur's bane is borne to the pyre:
Unwilling my words: I would no more.
Far-seeing witch, your words unriddle.
More will I ask: all will I know.
Who are the maidens who shall mourn then,
Toss up to Asgard their trailing scarves?
Way-Tamer you are not, nor are you Strider:
You are Odhinn the wily, unaging magician.
Witch you are not, nor woman either:
Womb of monsters, you have mothered three.
Go home, Odhinn: air your triumph.
No guest shall again my grave visit,
Till wild Loki tear loose from his bonds
And the World - Wasters on the war-path come.
Blessings on your coming
Blessings on your going
Blessings on all your house |
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