As I often think of what my father would have been like at my age – he died at 39 and I’m very close to 45 – I find myself strange places and feeling his force.
Well, he worked for the armed forces, so perhaps therefore. But above all he was a mathematician. And to the surprise of a few in the family, he was also a magician.
He saved my life when I was three and suffered from unexpectedly high fever coming from nowhere. When the doctors were giving up, he performed a nice folk magic ritual and vanquished the fever on the spot.
I still remember his pose over a glass of water in which he had extinguished three matches. He made me drink that water, and abracadabra, all returned to normal.
One of the other few memories I have is our discussion about what to become. He wanted me to become a teacher at the university. His wish came to pass, for, although he died when I was 8, I never forgot what he wanted me to do.
But these days I think of all sorts of teaching that I do outside of the university, and which also brings me most joy.
Perhaps the reason why I find this more joyous is because I don’t have to do it for a living. Not yet, anyway.
Taroflexions here is an example of such teaching, where I try to say something useful about reading cards – even though, god only knows, I probably exhibit here the same presumptuousness and arrogance as I do in my day job. As they say, a woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do. Positions of real power are rarely available to us.
With this in mind, I would have liked to ask my father about power and women in positions of power but without any real access to it. You can ask me. I know all about it.
So yesterday, as I was climbing a little mountain in Norway to see a stone from the ice-age landing in the middle of nowhere, I was thinking of my father.
Once I reached the top I saw a circle of stones near the big stone. The historians don’t quite know what to make of the big stone. Some say it’s a burial ground from the stone age, some say it’s a sacrificial place, in which case it can go back some 5000 years.
Be that as it may. As I was inhabiting the circle, with the big monolith behind me, I picked up a round pebble from the ground.
I had just bought an antique little box from a local shop, and somehow the idea of making it the house of 24 new rune stones, which, however, have lived close to a very old stone, seemed appropriate.
I rather enjoyed making this set, and I was keen to see it at work here in the wilderness.
I guess this springs out of the perennial self-check with reality, especially when I, like most, fancy doing something else for a living that’s very little related to what I am also fortunate enough to possess, namely a job that gives me money and something to think about. I won’t focus on the hassle aspect, as we find that in everything else too.
I cast all the runes on the table but I only read the ones that show me the glyph.
Here’s what the stones say.
The strong cluster in the middle formed by Fehu, Kenaz, and Thurisaz, tells me this:
My competence lies within the ability to manage my estate (if I can call it that, as it’s not that grand).
What I do for a living is teach (Kenaz) – surprise, surprise.
I use the torch to illuminate the path of others. But this torch is also made of a burning fire, for indeed, who wants to hear the truth?
Truth is never popular, and as I have a habit of spelling it out (Thurisaz), more often than not what is illuminating is also very discomforting.
Thurisaz, the rune of giants and trolls, is not one you want to find landing in your lap. Thor’s hammer is sacred to Loki, the trickster, who both covets it and fears its force.
So, from this cluster I can conclude that my best competence is to speak loudly a truth that comes out of personal conviction.
The horse rune here, Ehwaz, touching the cluster, and especially Fehu, the rune of wealth, enforces the idea that that although my convictions are personal they are also consecrated. You hear a message, or you have a message, you don’t just leave it there, but rather bring it forth in an institutionalized setting.
Algiz, the Elk rune of protection aspires to create a link to the spiritual in its manifest form. This rune is opposite Ansuz, the shaman’s rune, or the rune of the spiritual leader.
Sacred to Odin, the god of wind and spirit, Ansuz is the rune of language. The symbol must be translated into coherent speech, so it can properly mediate between the uncontrolled forces of Hagalaz, the rune of hail and destruction, and Jera, the rune of harvest, accomplishment and generosity.
Together they tell me that the disturbing teachings I’m doing prepare the ones who bother to listen not so much for how to avoid destruction and accept the cycle of tides, but more for how to honor the destructive powers in nature insofar as they always lead to light.
An almost hidden rune, but still facing up in alignment with Hagalaz and Jera is Sowilo at the end of the tunnel, the sun rune, suggesting the idea that there is life force, hope and attainment outside of all that necessitates the call for protection and the investment of energy in conflicting forces.
Uruz is also in alignment with Thurizaz, which enforces the untamed and frightful nature of Uruz as a stuborn, undomesticated force.
Leaving from Wunjo, the only far off rune in this cast, and acting here more as a satellite for everything else, we can see how Uruz is also aligned with Kenaz, Fehu and Ehwaz. So there’s a direct line from pure joy to pure wildness that resists being contained within the culture world.
The bottom line would be to say that while my best competence lies within giving off passionately from what I have, and however violently (Kenaz, Fehu, Thurisaz), what backs me up in my endeavor is the wisdom of knowing (Ansuz to Kenaz) when to back off (Ansuz to Hagalaz), and when to act from a defended space with view to restoring peace and balance (Algiz to Jera). See in the mapping here how the central runes form a boat.
I have no idea what my father would make of all this, but I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t regret my not teaching mathematics in favor of talking about stones, and wind, and ice-age old divination.
Note on the rune stones: Self-made from stones surrounding the ice-age stone at Lundkvassberget in Norway in an antique Norwegian box from 1880. I make magical things like this for friends and others on special request.
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