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24th April 2014

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Vikings | 2.01 “Brother’s War

24th April 2014

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woodendreams:

(by Paul Byrne)

woodendreams:

(by Paul Byrne)

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24th April 2014

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RICHARD MISRACH Encrusted Tracks, Bonneville Salt Flats, 1992 Color coupler print, printed 1998. 27 3/4 x 34 3/4 in. (70.5 x 88.3 cm).

bildwerk:

RICHARD MISRACH Encrusted Tracks, Bonneville Salt Flats, 1992 Color coupler print, printed 1998. 27 3/4 x 34 3/4 in. (70.5 x 88.3 cm).

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24th April 2014

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24th April 2014

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den-frusna-eken:

ThurisaR

Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.Jättar kasta ofta kaos.Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.Nu vill jag har en väldig makt.Nu vill jag förstöra vad jag fruktar.

Great primal power, jotun’s might. Wild energy of nature, unleashed. Show me my own untamed might, that I may break through the boundaries around me. Let no order become stagnant; chaos brings balance!
“Thurs is the torment of women, and the dweller in the cliffs, and the man of Vardh-runa.” -Icelandic rune poem
Great thorn, mighty Mjöllnir, those which protect and harm; give to me strength to protect that which is dear to me, by any means necessary. The warrior fights first with words, and with steel should they fail.
“Thorn is most sharp, for every thane who grasps it, it is harmful, exceeding cruel to every man who rests among them.” -Anglo-Saxon rune poem
Thurs, help me to balance order and chaos, to break stagnation and to keep natural harmony. Primal hum of the universe, fill my heart.
“Many jötnar there would be, if all were let live. Little room in Midgard would there be for men.” -Harbarzljodh: 23

Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.Jättar kasta ofta kaos.Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.Nu vill jag har en väldig makt.Nu vill jag förstöra vad jag fruktar.
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Number: 3
Phonetic Value: Th
Literal Meaning: Giant/Thorn
Associations: Primal strength, danger, torment, forceful defense
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den-frusna-eken:

ThurisaR

Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.
Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.
Jättar kasta ofta kaos.
Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.
Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.
Nu vill jag har en väldig makt.
Nu vill jag förstöra vad jag fruktar.

Great primal power, jotun’s might. Wild energy of nature, unleashed. Show me my own untamed might, that I may break through the boundaries around me. Let no order become stagnant; chaos brings balance!

“Thurs is the torment of women,
and the dweller in the cliffs,
and the man of Vardh-runa.”
-Icelandic rune poem

Great thorn, mighty Mjöllnir, those which protect and harm; give to me strength to protect that which is dear to me, by any means necessary. The warrior fights first with words, and with steel should they fail.

“Thorn is most sharp, for every thane
who grasps it, it is harmful, exceeding cruel
to every man who rests among them.”
-Anglo-Saxon rune poem

Thurs, help me to balance order and chaos, to break stagnation and to keep natural harmony. Primal hum of the universe, fill my heart.

“Many jötnar there would be, if all were let live.
Little room in Midgard would there be for men.”
-Harbarzljodh: 23

Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.
Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.
Jättar kasta ofta kaos.
Þurs gör makt, som forn, är.
Þurs gör makt, som farlig, är.
Nu vill jag har en väldig makt.
Nu vill jag förstöra vad jag fruktar.

—————

Number: 3

Phonetic Value: Th

Literal Meaning: Giant/Thorn

Associations: Primal strength, danger, torment, forceful defense

Image source: https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQVe4w4zjakofkAoz0Y5QhMTl5BQU8yx4BjTvSjRLaFP3JBPEP

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24th April 2014

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stormbornvalkyrie:

Lagertha | Vikings 2.09 “The Choice”

stormbornvalkyrie:

Lagertha | Vikings 2.09 “The Choice”

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16th April 2014

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Wandervogel.

gegendiemodernewelt:

Wandervogel.

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16th April 2014

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16th April 2014

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15th April 2014

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15th April 2014

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BE WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE.

grimnir:

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We are not who we say we are. Each one of us is guilty, at times, of letting the person we wish we were, or wish to be perceived as, overtake the reality of the real person underneath. It is an honorable life’s work to constantly seek to make the person you are match up with the person you wish to be.

Words and talk, especially in this era of social media and internet communication can be a great obstacle to this Work- we look for immediate gratification or accolades from people (many or most of whom we don’t even know) for deeds not yet undertaken, deeds talked about, deeds made weaker and less likely to occur the more we discuss them.

In the words of Odin, from the poem “Havamal,” he says, “each word led me to another word, each deed to another deed.” There is an important lesson that can be learned here: words, more often than not, lead to more words. A discussion seeds another discussion, and so on, until the participants are exhausted with discussion, tired of the initial idea, and bored by the entire concept that they’ve worked and overworked ad nauseum, without ever having accomplished anything tangible.

It is deeds that lead to more deeds. Personal power and individual might is built like a fire- a small spark strikes tinder, and a little flame is born from that spark. This is the flame of animus that a creature is given when it is quickened and comes to life. From that point, the fate of that fire is entirely dependent on how it is fed. If it is left untended, it will quickly gutter and go out, reducing itself to smoky coals that provide little in the way of heat and light, until they are finally extinguished forever. If, however, we begin to feed the fire with the fuel of deed, we see a progression: first, simple, achievable goals are set and manifested, twigs on the fire that will not smother the as yet meager flame- these the fire quickly eats, and the fire grows larger, can handle more fuel, bigger fuel, more challenging endeavors. If we continue in this fashion, there is no limit to the heights that our bonfire can reach, burning entire trees at once with our massive realized potential.

Talk is like blowing on coals without adding sticks for them to feed on. The coals will burn brightly for a moment, and then return to a dormant state, and this can only be done so many times before the fire is extinguished from the lack of available fuel. Words should be used to fan flames that are also being fed with mighty deeds. The by-words of the Fianna, those men of renown who fought and died under the likes of Finn MacCool, were: “Pure hearts. Strong limbs. Actions matching words.” These seven words could be said to be what it really means to be a man.

In order for us to be who we say we are, we have to look at the truth that we are not what we SAY we are. We are what we DO. Who are you now, and who do you wish to become? What are you willing to sacrifice to get there? Words will only lead to more, but with action being our watchword, and success being our only proof, to what heights can we raise ourselves? There will come a time (if we live wildly and ferociously, adventurously, there will be many such times), where we will be forced to live up to the words we have spoken, to offer proof of our statements, whether they be truth or hubris. Live your lives in such a way that you are always prepared to offer proof of a statement, to risk life and limb to demonstrate that you in fact can be what you say you are, as long as you are doing what you say you do. Walk your talk, and let your deeds be praised more often by others than by yourself. 

15th April 2014

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15th April 2014

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