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December/Iulmond 19, 2012 ERE Wodanstac

12/19/2012

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(Iulmond=Yule month)(ERE = Eternal Roman Empire; rather than BC, AD, BCE or CE)

Plans: VA, sister’s B-day…

NOTE:  Goddamn, mother-fucking Socks!  Enjoy your soon-to-be cold winters   OUTSIDE!  He’s once again started up his spraying ways.  It’s bad enough he’s started, but WORSE when he sprays ME on my back in the middle of the night.  This is the second time he’s done it.  I’ll feed him and keep him as comfortable outside as I can; however, to come inside just isn’t happening any time soon...if at all  I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt once.  I saw him spray the car wheel.  Now this once again in the middle of the night.  ARGH!  It’s the old “three strikes you’re out rule”.  Socks, YOU’RE OUT!

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AM Prayer: Wodanstac/Wednesday, we pray to Wodan, lighting a blue candle:
All-Father God!  Rune god! Wolf God! Raven god! WODAN!! Son to
Paru and Bezzia, brother to Willo and Wîh; We call out to you, not as slaves or on bended knee, but on our feet and open-armed as befits your offspring. Watch us as we struggle, but the fight and fame must both be ours! Grant us that victory which we win by OUR might and
mane! After a life battle-worn, Wodan, grant us access to our Great Ancestral Hall, where we may feast, drink the glorious mead and be merry with our heroes and our Altmâgâ. WE GIVE YOU A MOST HEART-FELT HAIL, WODAN, as we honor the Wodan that resides in us all!

Elder Rune Summons:
Born of fire, born of ice
Life is lived at such a price
Elder Runes in your way
Advise the physical man today


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AM Elder Rune:
Wunjo (U): Joy, pasture, joy attained with the fulfillment of a wish, the strong Clanic relationship, social contacts, fellowship, happiness,
optimism, realization of true will, social and domestic harmony, good cheer, new social relationships, Fridu; within a secure setting, the good/bright side of Wodan.


Armanen Rune Summons:
Born of fire, born of ice
Life is lived at such a price
Armanen Runes in your way
Advise the Spirit man today


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AM Armanen Rune: Os:  Freedom, Wodanic energies, leadership, the Divine Breath, kingship, discussion, idea of that which is given/evolving, the spiritual power that is gained through speech, it is the breath of the world, its voice, strength that a person needs to rise up in power, freedom from the
bondage of the material world.


Havamal 148.
A fourth I know: if men make fast
in chains the joints of my limbs,
when I sing that song which shall set me free,
spring the fetters from hands and feet.

Interpretation: Joy (Wunjo) that leads to freedom (Os). 

Outcome: I think the gods are pleased with the stand I took yesterday when A_ called.

Toby was VERY WELL behaved on his 1-mile walk.

It’s overcast, cool and slightly breezy, but I think the winter Wx will, for the most part, pass us by.

Jeez, my VA appt is at 2, not 10...

On the way home I stopped off at Air Cap Veterinary to discuss Socks’ behavior. I was sent home with a pill grinder and a syringe. The plan is: grind up the pill, place the powder in a small wine glass, draw 1cc of milk, mix the milk and the powder, draw it back into the syringe and squirt it into Socks’ mouth. Surprisingly enough, it worked!  I  have to make sure I have given Socks every opportunity to behave before he’s forced to spend the rest of the Winter outside.  This is my last-ditch effort.  After this, my Veterinarian has no other brilliant ideas.  I know I sure don’t. 

Back @ the VA to have a skin-tag examined.  It was swollen, inflamed and in need of removal; simple surgery.  That was one bloody little skin-tag. 

Damn, for being a Thrift Store find, my body must REALLY like it.  Falling asleep in it comes too early; either that or, perhaps it was suddenly awake @ 02:00/2AM by a fucking rude kitty.

Author Unknown
Rewritten by Vaygar-Ingvald Elmersson to reflect a more adequate style in meter and verse.

A Heathen Night Before Yuletide 
'Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the Hall
Not a creature was stirring, not warrior nor thrall.
I in my armor, my greaves and my helm
Was drunker than anyone else in the Realm.

I staggered upstairs and fell into bed
With four quarts of mead ablaze in my head.
Then up from below came sounds of a brawl
I grabbed up my axe and ran down to the Hall.

I missed the last step and crashed down in a heap
Thinking, "Why can't those low-lifes downstairs go to sleep?"
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But two brawny strangers with hammer and spear.

I said to myself, “I'll soon have them beat!"
Yet noticed ten warriors laid out at their feet.
I gave out a yell and leapt to the fray...
I'll always regret my poor choice of that day.

For the one laid his hammer to side of my nose
And up, up, up to the rafters I rose.
Then came a lone voice from down on the floor,
"They’re no mortal warriors -- that's Odin and Thor!"

They looked at each other and said, "Battle's done.
Since they know who we are, it’s no longer fun."
Then Thor raised his hammer at his elbow he bent,
And with a loud crash, through the ceiling they went.

I crawled through the Hall and flung open the door,
Not really sure that I'd seen them before.
The snow bathed in moonlight, the stars intercede,
I saw them ride off on an eight-legged steed.

I heard them exclaim, 'ere they flew out of sight,
"TO HELA WITH YULETIDE, WE JUST LOVE A GOOD FIGHT!"




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PM Prayer: Wuldar:
Wuldar, glory-god, hunting-god, ski-god, dueling-god; Son of Sibba, step-son of Donar, you glide through the snow-clad forests bringing death to game and life to your people. Remind us that life feeds on life, and that the beauty of the prey is formed generation after
generation by the culling ferocity of the predator. Let your Yew-bow be the great World-Yew under another guise.  WE GIVE YOU A MOST HEART-FELT HAIL, WULDAR, as we honor the Wuldar that resides in all of us!



 PM Clarification Rune: none

Comments:  cared for animals

Alaf Sal Fena!

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