Rúnatáls-þáttr-Óðins (stanzas 139–146)

Veit ec at ec hecc vindga meiði a netr allar nío, geiri vndaþr oc gefinn Oðin, sialfr sialfom mer, a þeim meiþi, er mangi veit, hvers hann af rótom renn. Við hleifi mic seldo ne viþ hornigi, nysta ec niþr, nam ec vp rvnar, opandi nam, fell ec aptr þaðan.

He took the hits

Virtue enters in all her tatters; virtue enters in her original formless way, and the masses do not fall at her feet He is willing to go after thy enemy with an oaken club, willing to go after thy enemy with a 2 by 4 And still they cheer like the sickly do while she …

A poem for Miguel Serrano

The magnificence of his soul, how he chose to remember and remember and return the gift even still as the core of my being lights up, as some kind of kindred feeling moves my secret well Man after the Holy Grail, defender of the pure and true, I open my heart to you and in …

South Node in Virgo

The obsession you have with doing, with perfection, with criticism is chewing you up. Perhaps you were called Mary Poppins in school and are always correcting everything. Nothing ever seems to be good enough. When was the last time that you let the tears fall like sweet alchemy from your gentle eyes? When was the …

Through the Gnossiene, as the Miracle

What am I sure of after the idols of books have been burned and all of the worshiped gurus are gone? Have I ever put my trust in a whirl that is dead? What can I always turn to when I am standing with nothing outside of myself to rely on? I have been there …

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