RUNE CRAFT. 3

NAME: Nyd.[ need- fire.] Nyd was the need or necessity which drives men & women on to accomplish impossible deeds. Survival against the elements, enemies, attack by animals, pestilence etc. This Rune was also a special one associated with the person's fate or destiny & represents the troubles in the life path from which lessons may be learnt.

PROTO-GERMANIC name: Nauthiz [ need, necessity, compulsion.]

GOTHIC name: Nauths: [ Necessity, need.]

OLD ENGLISH name: Nyd: [ Need, distress.]

OLD NORSE name: Naudh[r]: [Distress, need, constraint.]

NUMBER: 2, in AETT 2.

COLOUR: BLUE.

PHONETIC: N

SOURCE: Latin N, the Hallristing carving

IMAGE: Unknown.

AETT: Heimdall.

ASSOCIATED GOD: Urd, Verdthandi & Skuld, the Fates of Germanic Paganism. [ Norns.]

LORE: Rune of resistance, which can kindle a fire of higher will or by which can constrain the self [ or any progress ] & its development. Rune of the power of the ordeal in life.

DIVINATION USE: Resistance leading to strength, recognition of inner power, innovation, need -fire [ self reliance.]

OR constraint of freedom, distress, toil, drudgery, laxity.

CHANT [ used for Astral projection.] :Nyddall.

COMMON EXPERIENCE: The experience of necessity, of learning to do what must be done, to suffer what must be suffered & how willingness to do this gets you through.

MAGICAL USES: Nyd is a widely useful Rune, suitable for all forms of success & all types of achievement, however remember that a gift demands a gift & take note of the associated God. The Esoteric meaning is the harnessing of internal power, to get rid of locks & fetters.

INDIVIDUAL STROKES: Carve vertical straight down, then diagonal left to right.

Colour the diagonal left to right, then vertical from top to bottom.

When carving say:

WHAT I NEED,

I ACHIEVE

When colouring say:

I'VE GOT THE POWER,

I ACHIEVE.

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Meditation results.

WHEN ALL IS STRIPPED AWAY

AND HONOUR LIES IN THE DUST.

DIGNITY BURNED TO ASHES

HOPE DROWNED, VANITY TATTERED IN THE WIND....

TRUST A DIM MEMORY OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

WHEN EVEN PAIN DESERTS YOU-

AND SENSES MERGE & BLUR....

SOUNDS A DULL THUNDER OF DARK WATER.

ALL COLOURS GREY, TASTES ALL BITTER.......

YOUR FINGERS MUTE, YOUR CRIES LOST,

EYES UNSEEING & UNSEEN.....

WHEN YOU STAND STRIPPED TO THE BONE,

WITH NOTHING- UTTERLY ALONE-

STILL I AM WITH YOU, CALL TO ME,

I COME TO YOU, SLEEP IN MY ARMS

I CARRY YOU, TO BEAR YOU UP... WHEN YOU SINK.

WHEN YOU HUNGER AFTER DEATH YOU CANNOT ESCAPE TOO FREELY YOUR DUTY.

BLESSED BE.