Things the Universe has taught me

In each of us are heroes; speak to them and they will come forth.

  • There is no such a thing as a bad number/rune/card, etc. People are constantly trying to jam things into dichotomies. Good/bad, rich/poor, light/dark and all that other nonsense. Vibrational patterns exist on a spectrum. They are extremely fluid. There is no such thing as a bad rune. You can be living the less than shit hot aspects of that vibrational energy, but that doesn’t make it a bad rune. It means that you are living below your potential. It’s not the energy’s fault that you’re not vibrating at your best. Runes are symbols of differing manifestations of universal energy patterns. What we do with that energy is what determines if it is good or bad in our perception. The energy itself is neutral. If you don’t like what you’ve been served, then by all means, feel free not to eat……OR…….learn to like something new and stop resisting change.
  • We need to grow where we are planted. Quite frequently we expect the heavens to open, the skies to fill with sunbeams and birds, and angels to sing down hymns when we embark on The Path. It rarely happens that way. Instead, as I mentioned above, we usually get served a plateload of crap that we don’t feel we ordered. The end result is always your choice. You can choose to react by not eating, and go hungry instead. Nothing will change. You won’t move ahead in life, but you won’t go backwards, either. You can choose to resist change and send the plate back. “Universe, this is not what I wanted…..how did you get liver and onions out of seafood linguine?” Again, you won’t move forward in life. Finally, you can choose to eat what has been put in front of you, knowing that you will derive some goodness out of it. Liver and onions are two of my least favourite foods, which is why they got used as an example – but there are lots of people out there who love them. They are good for you, even if they taste like a heaping helping of punishment and sadness. In the first two cases, I can promise you, the Universe will keep sending you dishes of liver and onions until you get the point and take a bite. What point is that? That you need to master what is in front of you before you can put your toys down and move onwards. In the military this is called “embracing the suck”. For 99.9% of us, this is the route that the Universe takes.
  • When we begin to understand the patterns of the Universe at play in our lives, we can see how those patterns interact and manifest within ourselves and the world around us. We can also start to see why our souls would have chosen the lives and experiences that they did. The things that we feel are unpleasant and awful from the point of view of our base, physical existence, are generally viewed by your higher self as necessary for greater happiness and learning.
  • Nothing is an accident. A lot of oracles focus heavily on the positive and this creates a problem for people when their lives begin to manifest the negative aspects of vibrational patterns. If it’s good, we believe it’s meant to be. If it’s bad, we believe we’ve incurred some sort of divine wrath. Not you, not your name, not the time you were born, not the circumstances of your life, not the culture or country you were born into – none of it is an accident. Your friends, parents, enemies, lovers, teachers, bullies, neighbors, muggers, thieves – none of it is an accident. We often have a hard time accepting this because we don’t want to deal with negative things. It is damned difficult to believe that we would set ourselves up for an abusive marriage, for example, or for a short, miserable life as a starving baby. Our soul knows what it needs in each lifetime to learn and grow and we make those agreements with those around us to help us on our path because their role in our lives is also part of important experiences in their life. It doesn’t always means that those agreements are pleasant or nice in any way. Sometimes they downright suck – sometimes your soul mate is there to break your heart and stomp all over it, or to cut you off in traffic so that you end up wrapped around a telephone pole. You don’t have to like these agreements, or agree with them in any way, but these things have happened to you (or will happen to you) and your reaction to them becomes part of who you are.
  • We are never alone on the journey. Whether you want to call them spirit guides, angels, ancestral spirits, shadows, spiritual companions, ascended masters – whatever, call them what you want. They are there. Some of us reach out to them specifically through meditation or projection. Most of us, once we become fully attuned to the reality of physical existence, never know our unseen companions but they are there. We in the West are especially skeptical of this and do not come from a culture that teaches or allows for positive contact with the unseen realms of existence. This awareness can be regained but it takes work to overcome the mental filters that many of us have. It starts by paying attention to the forces at work in our lives, to our dreams, and to those little voices or urges that seem to happen at just the right time. The map of consciousness that you choose can be helpful, provided it isn’t dogmatic or negative in its regard to human interaction with spirit. If it is, then I highly suggest getting a new map.
  • We are not blank slates. When my son was born, one relative suggested that he was mindless, and “like a little animal” in that little animals must be empty. I used to watch him make eye contact with who knows what, while he sat in his little baby carrier, babbling away and making hand gestures. When he was three, he told me that he liked to visit the baby room at day care because he could talk to the babies about heaven, because he was starting to forget and this made him sad. He would look up at me with big blue eyes and smile, showing his little dimples and say “Mommy? Do you remember when I was big and you were little? You would sit on my lap and I would play the spoons for you.” (my grandfather Tom played the spoons for me a couple of times when I was small.) or “Do you remember when we were married? I made you those (pointing to a French pastry we were sharing at a sidewalk cafe in Halifax one summer afternoon) every day and you always said that’s why you married me.” Many esoteric sciences offer a peek into past lives so that we can see the patterns and arrangements that we have had with those in our lives because quite often we have always been there for each other, playing out eternal cycles.

Reading for yourself

….and why it’s not always a good idea!!

When you’re a rune user, Numerologist, Astrologer, Tarot reader or any sort of oracle user, like everyone else you will invariably have questions that beg to be answered. And why shouldn’t you? After all, you know how to do this and you may well be doing it for other people already.

The problem is remaining objective. It can be terribly confusing to do a reading for yourself and often inaccurate. Here are some of the pitfalls to know in advance, before you find yourself cross-eyed, staring at a bunch of numbers or planets that just don’t. make. sense.

  • Multiple readings on the same question or situation. Yes, you want your boyfriend back. No, you shouldn’t create a dozen charts that look at every angle of your breakup. You will only confuse yourself. If you want to examine the relationship, make one chart, do one card spread, throw the runes once – then wait four to six weeks and come back to your question. If you do multiple readings then they will very quickly stop making sense. Time also creates perspective. As your life moves on, you may find that the thing you needed to know so much about is not such a big deal anymore.
  • Do not read when you are all worked up. Being in a highly emotional state of mind is not conducive to anything productive. Not only are you scattered and not great at keeping your shit together, but you are extremely open to suggestion and liable to plant ideas in your head that will make you cringe later when the dust settles and you have your marbles back in their bag. You wouldn’t read for a client when they’re like this, so take your own advice and go have a bubble bath and calm down. One of my personal rules for reading for myself is that I won’t do a reading right away. I wait a full 24-48 hours after the shit has hit the fan before I look into anything.
  • You interpret your chart the way you want to see it, not the way it is. Whenever I want to do a reading for myself, I do it out loud, as if I was reading for a client. I imagine that the person wanting to know is sitting right across from me. It feels silly at first, but it’s the best way to give yourself an objective reading. You have no emotional attachments to the outcome of someone else’s question so you’re more likely to give a more objective reading to your “pretend client” than you are to yourself.

You know, sometimes it’s a good idea to be a client now and then and visit a professional peer for a reading. It doesn’t hurt to have the viewpoint of an objective third party – mystical or otherwise – during trying periods in our lives.

 

Mannaz

In Old Norse this rune is madhr/mannr, meaning “human”. In Old English mann also means human. Male and female alike were -man/-men (for example, wifman – weaver). The Anglo-Saxon rune poem is heavily Christianized. It begins happily enough, emphasizing one’s community but then goes downhill quickly, saying that no man can be counted on because we are all doomed in the eyes of the invading Yahweh. I have to stop for a moment and ask, what on earth did people ever find attractive about Christianity? Or any Middle Eastern monotheistic belief system, for that matter. They are the absolute antithesis of Heathenry. If it’s true that your blood contains memories then I want the last 1500 years or so of my blood memories cleaned right out of me. None of the gods of the Middle East seem to even like their own children let alone the world that they supposedly made. Back on track, back on track – here is the Anglo-Saxon rune poem:

The mirthful man is dear to kinsmen,

yet every man must fail his fellow

since the will of the Lord dooms

that the frail flesh to earth be taken.

The Norwegian rune poem also acknowledges the return to dust but is more positive about it, which is in keeping with how our pre-Christian folk viewed death and the unseen world. The hawk in this poem could refer to the final death blow (hawks are predators, after all) or to the hawk as a mediator between the worlds:

Man is an augmentation of the dust;

great is the claw of the hawk.

The Icelandic rune poem speaks even more highly of the human experience. Remembering that although madhr is often translated as “man” (meaning a male person in the modern Western Anglo mind) but it is more correctly noted as “human”. This puts a different spin on this poem:

Humans are the joy of humans

And augmentation of the dust

and adorners of ships.

We are still seeing the “dust to dust” worldview that is prevalent in cultures globally, but also the joy that they take in each other’s company, and the accomplishments that they leave behind. In verse 47 of the Havamal, Odin speaks of having been a solo traveler in his youth, but feeling wealthy in the company of others. We are social creatures with a need for bonding and friendship.

In divination this rune stands for the community and your place within it. It can also relate to those around you – coworkers, friends, relatives. Magically this is a rune of the intellect. It can bring success in scholarly or career related pursuits. It is also a good rune to employ when you need to reach out to anyone for anything, because it is a rune of community.

As a personality, this rune is the Everyman. He is all things to all people and can switch roles in a heartbeat. Always very honest about his humanity, Mannaz as a personality lets his darkness be visible as much as his light. He represents the mainstream, the commercial, the suburban – the bulk of the masses. The energy of Mannaz is to humanity what Fehu is to the animal kingdom. Mannaz fits where you need it to fit.

Ehwaz

This is the horse rune. The Anglo Saxon rune poem associated with Ehwaz is about nobility, prosperity, and mobility:

Horse is a joy to princes in presence of earls,

Horse in pride of its hooves,

When rich men mounted, bandy words,

and is to the restless ever a comfort.

The horse has always been a sacred animal to the peoples of ancient Europe. White horses were especially venerated, for ceremonial presence to pull sacred vehicles, to divine their movements or behaviours, or as emissaries of gods such as Freyr or Odin. Horses are especially associated with Odin, whose eight-legged steed Sleipnir crossed the veil between the worlds. This love of horses continues into the present day. During the days of settlement in the New World, to harm a horse was a serious punishment because they were so important to our survival.

In magic Ehwaz signifies movement, whether actual (such as travel or a physical move to a new home) or progress (the movement of a project, the wheels of administration turning). The movement of Ehwaz is often quick, coordinated, and never sloppy. Ehwaz is also to be on the same page with someone. With Ehwaz, all things are in sync.

As a person, Ehwaz is the loyal and trusted companion. He is ever truthful and although always the traveler. he is rarely disruptive. Ehwaz has worldly experience because he is always moving forward, and he does so with dignity and elegance – he is the most interesting man in the world.

Berkana

After three years I am finally making myself sit down to complete the Futhark!! I honestly don’t remember why I stopped.

Depending on whose work you believe, this rune is either the poplar or the birch. Berkano/berkana/bjarkan/beorc – these are all words that relate to the IE root word for birch and beorc is the Old English word that would later evolve into birch. However, the Anglo-Saxon rune poem hints at the poplar:

Birch (or poplar) bears no fruit, bears without seed

suckers, from its leaves it’s generated,

splendid are its branches gloriously adorned

its lofty crown, lifting to the sky.

The reason for the debate is that the poplar reproduces with suckers. It does not go to seed. According to Osborne and Longland, this makes beorc the poplar. The birch reproduces by seed, but it will also regenerate itself from shoots if cut back. This poem hints at both trees, suggesting a unified masculine/feminine principle. The Northern poems are more straightforward; it’s a birch. The end. The Icelandic poem reads:

Birch is leafy branch

and little tree

and youthful wood.

The Norwegian rune poem hints at an obscure mystery:

Birch is the greenest-leaved of branches;

Loki was lucky in his deception.

Loki did many deceptive things throughout Norse mythology, but exactly what he did in this case is unknown. Indeed, owing to the large scale destruction of writings during the Middle Eastern monotheistic invasions, we will probably never know what it was that he did that involved the power of the birch or the tree itself.

This rune is symbolic of Nerthus; the earth mother. The shape of the rune recalls a side view of a pregnant woman with large breasts. This isn’t the genteel, cleaned up New Age mother goddess in a nice linen tunic, coming to bless you with a crystal, though. Berkana was also represented by the mother bear. This is the wild woman of the woods who will fuck you up royally if you come near her, her children, or anything else she decides is hers.

Berkana/Birch is also the representation of the tree goddess found all over the world, whose roots go deep into the underworld and whose leaves reach out to touch the sun. Her energy is female, parental, a source of healing, sustenance, and protection. The birch is slender, bright, and maiden in form but maternal in function, showing the paradox of the cycle of regeneration at the heart of women’s mysteries.

In the mundane world birch oil is used as a circulatory stimulant and also to soothe muscles. Tea from the leaves calms the mind and eases sleep. A decoction of the leaves will reduce kidney stones and act as a diuretic. Bundles of twigs were used in the sauna to beat skin and stimulate circulation, while allowing small amounts of the oil to penetrate and have an antiseptic effect on the skin. This also facilitates the removal of toxins via perspiration and lymph. Brooms for housecleaning were made of birch bundles as well.

Spiritually or magically this all points to cleansing and purification. Its presence in a reading can indicate the need to clean out one’s life, environment, body, soul – keeping in mind the question, of course. Berkana can also represent a mother, a dominant female or feminine energy. With other runes it can show an engagement, pregnancy, new business venture, or mentorship.

The personification of Berkana is the Barefoot Contessa. Natural and beautiful with a wild side, she is Venus in Taurus – feeding her family with sustainable gardening before she pulls off her silk gown and takes you for a ride. She is completely without pretension, beautiful in her happiness and contentment, but also in her fierceness and anger.

#Crochet bloggers, don’t let this be you.

This no computer business is driving me bonkers. I’ve been without a computer before – for great lengths of time, in fact. The difference this time is that

1. I’m actually motivated to use one
2. I need to do things with this site that require a desktop, not an iPhone app on a teeny weeny screen.

I’m a bit of a perfectionist and this half-finished site is the electronic equivalent of living out of a suitcase two weeks after returning from the trip.

And the suitcase is in the living room where everyone can see it.

*shudder*

If you google up things like “free vs paid” when you start thinking about your crafting blog, you’ll come across a tonne of articles. Let me add my story to the pile:

Several years ago when I started this, I got a Blogger site because my perception of WordPress was that it was home to the ultra cool tech types with deep pockets and Yoda-type coding knowledge that I did not possess. Blogger was free and friendly. I had just left Xanga because it was overrun with kids who liked to be disruptive cyber pains in my cyber butt. Blogger seemed like the ideal.

I noticed some things in my time as a Blogger user. Periodically my blog would get locked down. My first blog was attached to a gmail address that I was simply unable to access one day. I don’t even remember the URL. I do remember having to prove (a lot) that I wasn’t a spammer. I don’t know why google thought my boring knitting posts were spammy but google did. My next Blogger was also about knitting. I shut that one down because I was getting more fired up about crochet than knitting, and opened up the blog about socks.

Over the years I have been renewing the same domain, crazycoley.net. When I accidentally deleted the domain mapping feature, I didn’t sweat because I figured I could just put it back.

Wrong.

I had no login/password info for my domain. I knew that Google dealt with GoDaddy. Still not sweating.

Google hasn’t handled the actual domain in years. You can’t get your domain through them anymore. I fired off a polite letter to GoDaddy. Still not sweating.

Three days later GoDaddy responded. Even though I pay for the domain, it belongs to Google. I don’t have any right to the info needed to login to fix my dilemma. In the meantime my site has gone from 500-1000 hits per day from just three really excellent backlinks to about 1400 hits in the last week and a half. Even though the long blogspot URL redirects nicely, without the domain that I thought was mine, I’ve got nothing.

Now in that time my son also killed my computer. I’m haunting the library or Internet cafe on Fridays to try to do work – which I don’t want to do because I don’t want to do site building on a public terminal. I can’t do it on my phone because I can’t download the files – and we’re back to that itty bitty screen which tests my patience. A mouse. I want a mouse, not this evil little touch screen that makes naughty words.

After sifting through layers of the Google site trying to get to a point of contact, I am rewarded with a screen that tells me that I can’t email my dilemma from a smart phone. I have to do this from a computer.

Which I do not possess.

Which I won’t have access to until Friday for one precious hour.

Why does a company that makes a smartphone and owns a smartphone operating system not take emails from a smartphone?

Anyway, that is neither here nor there. My point in relaying this to you is to not pay attention to the blog post where I say that all you need is the free blog to start with.

No no no no.

The reason I’m in this position is that I built up a presence in a space that wasn’t mine, paying for a domain that I had no access to, but I did not realize this. Yes it is my mistake. I am patently aware of this. I am passing this on because we crafters don’t generally have web teams to do our work. We learn as we go and build everything ourselves. Some of us become successful enough to outsource but most of us are doing this out of pocket so the free deal seems very attractive.

Now I’m fookered (this is not the word that I’m actually thinking at the moment!!)

Even if I did have a computer, I’m still at the mercy of outside forces. Google actually owns my domain and I’ve been paying for it for them for all these years. The backlinks I had were mostly built by visitors to my blog. All I can do is send these sites a polite letter and hope that they’ll update things. One site has gotten back to me, to let me know that my links have been added to the honey-do list of online tasks.

:(

Had this been my own space, I would have had access to things and my little booboo wouldn’t be costing me about 30,000 hits per month. Right about now I am one sad Pookie.

So. Yeah. If you really want to share your love of crochet with the yarniverse, bite down and get thee some paid space. Don’t build an empire in someone else’s yard. Web space costs less than a burger and fries off the McDonald’s cheap menu every month and it’s better for your kidneys and heart.

Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh frustration!!!!

Vegan Brunch Cake

vegan cake

Only on Pinterest do three pieces of cake fit on one plate. We all know that in the real world, those three pieces are getting smooshed together into one.

Don’t let the V-word stop you from making this cake. It’s tasty – very tasty – and I promise that it is in no way good for you. It is full of all the empty calories that we come to expect in a dessert food. Eating this cake will not make you want to run away to an organic farm or join a macrame collective or strap yourself to a bulldozer in the forests of B.C. even though doing any one of those things would make for some AWESOME stories in the old folks’ home.

Why is it a brunch cake? Why not? Surely once a week you can sit down and eat dessert and call it sort-of-breakfast.

The old stigma that vegan=gross still clings. This is too bad, but if this is your opinion that’s fine. It just means more cake for me.

Oven at 375F

In a large mixing bowl, and without any pomp or ceremony at all, dump:

2 1/4 cups of sifted flour. You can make a socially conscious vegan cake by using sprouted organic flour if you feel like channeling your Inner Hipster. Bonus points if it was hand ground by a fair trade wymyn’s collectyve.
1 1/2 cups of sugar. You can make this cake so pretentiously hip that your shit will smell like heaven if you use a trendy sugar like coconut sugar or you can gain Extreme Vegan Geek Points if you do the math on all the ingredients to figure out how to substitute a fingernail-sized bit of stevia instead. Or you can just use regular old toxic-wasting sugar. You know, it doesn’t matter what kind of sugar it is, by the way. Sugar is sugar is sugar. Your pancreas and liver don’t care if it came from a coconut that was hand-plucked by some fair trade worker in Thailand or if it came from a GMO beet in a corporate farm in North Dakota or a Bartlett Pear grown by hippies in the Okanagen. Sugar is sugar is sugar. It’s all bad. So eat your cake and then go for a run.
3/4 cup of coconut oil. Mmmmm….solid fat. Mmmmm. Actually, coconut oil has many scientifically documented health benefits and it’s one of the few fats that doesn’t become horribly degraded when actually used in cooking. So enjoy :)
3/4 cup of your favourite nut milk. Or coconut milk. I’m partial to hemp milk these days but you could try almond milk, too.
3 tbsp of ground flax + 6 tbsp warm water. This is an egg substitute. Mix it up and set it aside. When it is thickened, dump ‘er in the bowl. It looks like snot and smells like compost and it will make little brown flecks in your cake, but it is very, very good for you and does a dandy fine job of replacing egg in baking. Your cake will not smell like old salad.
2 1/2 tsp double acting baking powder
1 tsp salt
2 capfuls of vanilla extract

Mix together with an electric mixer on low, increasing speed to medium after everything is mixed. Have a cup of water handy because you might need to add water as it mixes. Oh, who am I kidding. That flax is going to eat up every bit of liquid in the bowl and the cake batter will climb up the beaters – you will be pouring little bits of water into the bowl while the mixer is going. Do it slowly, in small amounts. When it looks like regular old cake batter, stop adding water and turn up the mixer to high for a couple of minutes.

Optional, but everyone will like you better if you do it: add a cup or two of berries and fold in gently. Or be rough about it if no one’s around to see you. I don’t hear the cake complaining.

Pour into a greased 9×13″ glass baking dish or into two smaller cake pans to make a layer cake. Set the timer for 25 minutes and then check. It probably won’t be done. Keep checking at ten minute intervals until it is finished, probably between 35-45 minutes. Cupcakes will bake quicker, a rectangular cake will take the longest.

Allow to cool for a few minutes before slicing up and enjoying. Now we’re going to depart from the vegan goodness and most likely serve this up with some evil whipped cream, but I’m sure that there has to be a vegan equivalent for that.

Teiwaz

The name of this rune and the god who is its namesake, has its roots in the Indo European word Diewos, or Dyaus. As time went on and societies changed, this word became the Latin divus, Sanskrit deva – both of these words meaning god in a general sense – but the word also evolved more specifically. Among the Southern European peoples it became Zeus, Dyeu-pater (Jupiter), and Diana. Among the Germanic language speakers further north, it became Teiwa, whose rune symbol became known as Teiwaz, eventually evolving into Tyr, the word that many of us are familiar with today. The original progenitor for all these words meant something close to “bright” or “shining”. In the Anglo-Saxon poem this brightness is emphasized, seeing the Tyr rune as a lantern in the dark:

Tir is a guiding star, well keeps faith with princes; it is on course over the mists of night, never failing.

There is much debate about what star Tyr may have been linked with. Some scholars believe it was the polestar. The Icelandic rune poem remembers Tyr in a different way:

Tyr is the one-handed As and leavings of the wolf, and king of temples.

This is a reference to Tyr binding the Fenris wolf and losing his hand in the process. This is one of the few myths we have that refer specifically to Tyr. The name Tyr may be seen as a kenning for Odin as well. The poem’s first line mentions that he is the one-handed As, As meaning “Of the Aesir” and more specifically, the big kahuna himself, Odin. In its IE context of “bright” or “shining”, Tyr could in fact, be used as a god-kenning, such as Sig-Tyr (Odin as victory god) or Wagon-Tyr (Thor as the wagon god, traveling through the heavens, or any of the other deities whose chariots help to define them – Thor is simply the first one to spring to mind).

The Norwegian poem associates Tyr with the manifestation of things from metal, usually cited by authors as an association with weapons of war. However, bear in mind that smiths were generally regarded as more than just some guy who played with sharp objects. At one time they were accorded the same respect as shamans and magicians, so while yes, this does place Tyr in the “patron of weapons” category, I believe that his association with smithcraft places him alongside Odin in terms of magic and mystery.

Tiw is the one-handed member of the Aesir; Often has the smith to blow.

Tyr as a word was also a kenning for wisdom. To be “Tyr-wise” was to be enlightened. Tyr’s name shows up throughout the historical record in conjunction with the Althing, in regards to blood feuds, battles, and their settlements.

Odin and Thor are the principle deities associated with the orchestration and machinations of war. If Tyr is indeed a separate entity then his function is to see that justice is served. Tyr’s energy is mental – the sword that cuts away dross. Lending further confusion to Tyr’s mysterious role in the Aesir is that he was the head of things until it appeared that society became more settled. Perhaps as times changed, the war wisdom of Tyr, who was often called upon to settle disputes through supervised battle gave way to Odin, the shaman and poet, wise beyond time having seen his battle years and become better for it – still a force to be reckoned with, but a different approach. Some scholars draw comparisons between Tyr and King Nuada of Irish mythology, because both lost a hand. King Nuada, by the tradition of his people was no longer eligible for rulership because he was now physically imperfect. Those who draw parallels point to Tyr being replaced with Odin after losing his hand. While there are similarities between the Celtic and Germanic peoples, I feel that that is not a very strong link. There are better arguments for the Celtic/Germanic similarities, and similarity is only to be expected as these tribes of people lived in close contact with each other.

Tyr’s runic energy is wisdom, competition, and conquest. Tyr is success through conflict or as a result of conflict. Tyr confronts. There is nothing subtle about this runic energy. Tyr’s energy opens the mind to better or different approaches, and wise use of the resources to accomplish goals. Tyr’s world view does not accommodate failure. Where Thurisaz and Uruz are raw and brutal, Tyr is cunning and calculated. The following expression comes to mind:

Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and energy.

=)

Tyr is not a rune of concessions or peacefulness, it does not compromise. War gods do not bring these qualities to the table, although they can end conflicts. Tyr is not the rune for mending fences. This is force governed by will – planning, organization, and execution are the hallmarks of this rune. This energy is mental, taking the raw and uncontrollable and channeling it to produce victory.

Tyr is not, as I said, the rune for mending fences. Mental energy cares not for pleasantries or saving hurt feelings. This rune is blunt and painfully truthful. Under Tyr’s influence your words will be crystal clear and honest, but you may not have any friends when you are done talking.

As a personality, Tyr is the judge. He is also the strategist, investor, and competitor. He does not shy away from anything and often feels he must put himself in front of others. Tyr always strives for truth and does not care if hearts get trampled on in the process. In his mind, they will get over it, this was the best thing for them. Transparency should not be expected, because although the Tyr personality is truthful, he is also cunning, and will skip full disclosure if it might affect victory. The ends justify the means and he may well keep things under his hat or create diversions for anyone he sees in his way. This is a practical personality who wants to get the job done. Seek Tyr in the courts of law and houses of politics. Some politicians are very in tune with Tyr’s energy, and we are not always aware of just how in tune they are until many years later when government documents become declassified. Tyr’s rune is competitive and thus it manifests in all manner of sporting events, which are modern evolutions of the organized battle that he presided over in ancient times. This energy also shows up in big business takeovers, ad campaigns, and pre-election build-up. As you know, I like to try to point out runic energy in the news, because it is something we can all watch and learn from. In Canada, Tyr’s energy is showing up in a very pronounced way in the Atawapiskat controversy: both in the truthful revelation to the (blithely ignorant) Canadian public of the frightening third world living conditions on Northern/Arctic reserves, but also in the truthful revelations of how the money has been managed by the aboriginal leaders. Stinging truths and blunt, harsh reality are being revealed on both sides of the issue, as everyone tries to force their solution. As it always is with Tyr, this will not go down quickly, easily, or quietly.