WOOD
GLORY TWIG
Made of stripped Holly and bound with red cotton yarn.
Holly connects to the 'T' rune Tyr, the rune of the spiritual warrior. These 9 staves hold all 24 runic symbols within its form. It has been blessed with a song and petition to Odin and all 25 Runes.
£33 This piece is SOLD
After a self imposed ordeal of 9 days and nights, hanging upside down from a tree, pierced by his own spear and losing the sight of an eye, the Runes were revealed to Odin "as a gift to humanity from the non-ordinary reality of shamanic experience." *
The following is taken from the Poetic Edda (1200 AD), translated from the Old Norse.
Down to the deepest depths I peered.
I know I hung on that windy tree,
Swung there for nine long nights
Wounded by my own blade
Bloodied for Odin.
Myself an offering to myself
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Wither the roots of it ran.
None gave me bread.
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry I seized them up
Then dizzy and fainting I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom, too.
From a word to a word
I was led to a word.
From a deed to another deed."
* Thanks to Kenneth Meadows' book "Rune Power".
PAYPAL ACCEPTED - PLEASE USE CONTACT FORM FOR YOUR ORDER
Made of stripped Holly and bound with red cotton yarn.
Holly connects to the 'T' rune Tyr, the rune of the spiritual warrior. These 9 staves hold all 24 runic symbols within its form. It has been blessed with a song and petition to Odin and all 25 Runes.
£33 This piece is SOLD
After a self imposed ordeal of 9 days and nights, hanging upside down from a tree, pierced by his own spear and losing the sight of an eye, the Runes were revealed to Odin "as a gift to humanity from the non-ordinary reality of shamanic experience." *
The following is taken from the Poetic Edda (1200 AD), translated from the Old Norse.
Down to the deepest depths I peered.
I know I hung on that windy tree,
Swung there for nine long nights
Wounded by my own blade
Bloodied for Odin.
Myself an offering to myself
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Wither the roots of it ran.
None gave me bread.
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry I seized them up
Then dizzy and fainting I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom, too.
From a word to a word
I was led to a word.
From a deed to another deed."
* Thanks to Kenneth Meadows' book "Rune Power".
PAYPAL ACCEPTED - PLEASE USE CONTACT FORM FOR YOUR ORDER
