In the dark grove there sits one who plays a harp.

The sound of which causes creations of night to rise up so that all the worlds are moved.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are in darkness.

Swirl and seethe, change and grow!"

The harp player plucks a melody of understanding Self

so that senses rise and strength beyond flesh is born.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are in our strength. Self created like gods!"

The harp player plucks a melody of mystery so that hidden things

rise one from another, like ring from a ring, all one, self-same.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are in creation.

Our first-stirrings behold great things!"

The harp player plucks a melody of faring-forth, leading all to Ultima Runa.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are to fare-forth to land of yore forgotten!"

The harp player plucks a melody of tree within tree,

of stone within stone, of waters with no bottom found.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are to dance and sing about tree

and stone, drinking cool waters found!"

The harp player plucks a melody of shadow deeper than darkness,

of seid alive in a world gone sleeping.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are to know that which is not dead will forever lie!

Long life to Hel's dark secrets!"

The harp player plucks a melody of Orlay, ripples that clash with each other forming angles that birth new things.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled our birth without boundary!"

The harp player plucks a melody of Ginngagap,

where sparks and cold shards flash and clash.

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled we are by this sound!"

The harp player plucks a melody of Norns and speaks aloud:

"Urd! Verdandi! Skuld!"

Night beings sing, "Joy-filled the dark weavings!

We Hail the winding thread!"

The loom player plucks a melody upon taught threads that release runes into dark worlds.

The human mind, then, is capable of reaching beyond the confines of the Universe and of forming concepts which the Universe could never fulfill. This is a traditional attribute of God; but no one had ever imagined that the human mind could encroach upon this attribute.

-The Morning of the Magicians, by Bergier and Pauwel

There are nine runes that unfetter the body, mind and soul.

Chaos

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Shame on those who destroy the folk soul by telling lies.

Shame on Paxson and Kaldera and Krasskova for making the waters muddy with their twisted deceit.

These false seid workers take the place of their self-proclaimed gods and arrogate to themselves the right to govern the consciences of those who sincerely seek their guidance. Who is more weak-minded?

No better than Christians they are, seeking fame and name as the seek to govern the minds of others. It is not profitable for the masses who seek their assistance, but rich the ego of those liars who take credit for duping so many.

Fame-seekers they are! Paxon and Kaldera and Krasskova should be avoided for the shameless thieves of culture that they are!

From the beginnings of time, such liars have suppressed those who flock to them by fettering their egos, by keeping them enslaved in ignorance. Upon their high seat with drum in hand they claim an awesome power they do not know or hold, lying to those beneath them making them feel inferior.

The true seid worker encourages her family and tribe to develop a strong ego because there is the path of self-reliance!

Liars to ancient wisdom do not want their students to think for themselves because once they do they loose their support and power.

A true seid worker knows that strength is found in reason and research, contemplation and working. This true seid worker wants her students to see the inner world so they will ask, "What is next?"

"Next" leads to seid and the many workings that must be done to deepen self inquiry.

"Self inquiry" leads to higher seid which is endurance beyong the physical body.

The true seid worker knows that Germanic edda is overflowing with instruction and awareness, not towards salvation and 'oneness with god'.

Wodan hung upon the tree, speared himself, deprived himself, gave his self to his Self not to 'die on the cross', but to be exalted, to become a god. Not to save others but to save himself.