Why runes?
Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows For nine long nights, Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odin, Offered, myself to myself I scarcely believed the words left my lips. I was meditating. I was at a coven gathering, where we were experimenting with different kinds of recorded music and meditation or trance. At the time, I wasn't very good at that, but through this exercise I discovered that simple music (a single Asian flute) works best, and I found myself on Yggdrasil. I decided, in my meditative mind, to head towards Alfheim, having been told in a seidhr that I should sit with Freyr for a while. On my way, there was a man hanging, upside down. As I approached, he begged me for some water. There was a bucket with a silver ladle nearby, and I reached down to get some water, I stopped. Me: You aren't supposed to have this. Himself: Please.... It was then that I quoted the above back to him and then continued. ...