Futhorc Meditation

ᚠ: Fe is a fire, and fuel of desire, Light as a feather, heavy as iron. ᚢ: Ur is one’s power, endurance and might, Primal aggression, and fuel for the fight. ᚦ: Thurs are the remnants, more ancient than gods, Raising creations, from their dead bodies. ᚬ: Oss is the old one, more wise than... Continue Reading →

Reflections of the Summer Solstice

When the Sol, Is at its’ peak, Its’ hidden power, Starts to seep. Into hearts, And into souls,  Igniting fires, New and old. And like the flame, It burns away, Every woe,  This longest day.  (And sometimes fire, Pierces through, The hearts of that,  Which fetters you.) We rise to meet, That golden dawn, The... Continue Reading →

A Rhythm of Younger Runes

ᚠ Fe makes right, ᚠ Fe makes greed, ᚠ Just enough – is what we need. ᚢ Ur has hoof, ᚢ Ur has horn, ᚢ Mighty wild – eyes of scorn ᚦ Thurs are sharp, ᚦ Thurs are wise, ᚦ Ancient beings – in disguise. ᚬ Oss is wind, ᚬ Oss is wide, ᚬ Pointed... Continue Reading →

Memory of Younger Runes

ᚠ – Fe is domestic, ᚢ – Ur is chaotic, ᚦ – Thurs is both for the good and the bad. ᚬ – Oss is for breathing, ᚱ – Reid is for riding, ᚴ – Kaun is the torch that burns all around. ᚼ – Hagal is harshness, ᚾ – Naud is resistance, I –... Continue Reading →

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