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This rune is a fertility symbol, drawn to resemble a woman’s breasts. In ancient Viking times, the birch was regarded as the tree of fertility and the act of being lightly whipped with birch twigs was supposed to promulgate vigor and vitality! The people of Scandinavia still hold this belief; after a sauna people are encouraged to roll around in the snow and then made to endure a lashing with a bundle of birch twigs. The Phallic maypole that was traditionally danced around, heralding in Spring and new life, was usually made from birch. The appearance of Berkana in a reading clearly points toward inception; whether of a child, a project or perhaps a new idea.
Berkana is rather auspicious. Yet because it represents the mother, and by implication the child, there is an element of “nourishment” associated with it. Even if the rune is essentially beneficial the new project will need the same kind of feeding or succour as an infant would. Success will not come on its own without some nurturing; effort and attention will be required. This may explain the duality associated with the birch tree, the “fruitless tree,” implying that all is not as it seems and that success will be achieved only through authentic and genuine application.
Reversed, Berkana becomes a symbol of sterility, implying difficulties and miscommunication, especially on the domestic front. Perhaps a desired pregnancy will prove impossible, or a current pregnancy be terminated. Alternatively, Berkana can point to worries over children, especially in terms of health. The surrounding runes always point to a clearer picture. A reversed Berkana is not particularly malign of itself and requires more ruthless runes to imply any real trouble, while helpful runes definitely reduce the situation.
- Interpreting the Runes XVII ~ Tiwaz ~ Tir ~ Creator (christophersmark.wordpress.com)
- Interpreting the Runes XVI ~ Sowelu ~ Sigel ~ Sun (christophersmark.wordpress.com)
- Interpreting the Runes XIII ~ Eihwaz ~ Yew (christophersmark.wordpress.com)
- Interpreting the Runes XIV ~ Perth~ Question Mark ? (christophersmark.wordpress.com)
Please Send Me an Angel
I need an angel.
One to watch over me.
All hope seems to have run out.
I need an angel.
My life is a mess,
And it feels as though
no one’s left.
I just need an angel;
Soft wings of protection
to hold me when I’m scared.
Strong arms to comfort me
As now it seems no one really cares.
I need an angel.
To chase away
To make things better,
To protect me;
Show me how to make life right.
Please send me an angel.
By Mark Schmitz
The Man in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for Self, and the world makes you King for the day… Just go to the mirror and look at yourself and see what that man has to say. For it isn’t your father or mother or partner upon whose judgment must pass, the fellow whose verdict counts most in your life is the one staring back in the glass…
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum and think you’re a wonderful guy – But the man in the glass, he weighs you in as a bum if you can’t look him straight in the eye. He’s the fellow you please, never mind all the rest, for he’s with you clear to the end. And you’ve passed the most dangerous, difficult task if the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the world on the pathway of years and get pats on the back as you pass, but the last reward will be heartache and tears if you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
— Author Unknown
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.” — George Moore
Have you ever thought on a lonely night of the man you ought to be? Has your mind ever wandered into the past for clues to your destiny? Are you measuring up to that awesome charge that was given you before birth, that foreordained call to serve the Universe well during your all too brief sojourn on earth?
If you feel that your load is too great to bear and your chance to succeed has gone by, redouble your effort, rekindle your hopes, and above all keep your spirits high.
You can be the man you were destined to be if you serve the Universe in all that you do. Just climb over failures and push aside fears and see if this goal won’t come true.
By serving the Universe, the mother of man, you will find that you have become the man you ought to be.
– Thomas E. Brown –
edited by MTS
- Reason to Believe: (brothersjuddblog.com)
A Poem About Gemini and Leo in Relationship
Distorted reality reflected off the pond’s mirror image
Moon showing, the Crescent proudly crowning the night
Stars were circling, Leo passed through Gemini all of it making little sense.
I heard the echo around me. Nothing is as it seems.
I was alone then for others understood not my power.
No. I knew not how to control it.
So I alone brought my anger there. No one’s fear but mine was present.
The Lightening lashed, screaming for the roar of thunder.
Finally the battle was over. Gentle rain washed me clean of my hurt.
So I knew peace for a while. I slept dreaming of the Gardens I was on my path to.
I glimpsed the Runes.
I breathed deeply of his Aqua Velva cologne.
Tasted the sweet Texas tea.
Waiting for it to all fade away
And to begin a beautiful day.
Written and Composed by Mark Schmitz
My first attempt at blogging began in 2005 on what was then Yahoo’s “360” page; Yahoo’s attempt at developing an option to MySpace. I wasn’t sure at first what I’d write about. I considered the process of blogging as similar to the process of my daily journal entries I make (written as though no one will read my entries but me); blogging is written with the understanding that the entire world has access to read. My awkward attempts began with simple posts that included personal information I felt someone could relate to or may find interesting.
I soon realized that people reading my blogs were hungry for more blogs specific to crystal meth, spirituality, gay relationships, relationships affected by severe mental illness (SMI) such as paranoid schizophrenia, bi-polar disorder and narcissistic personality disorder, domestic violence in gay relationships and anything addressing the sharing of experiences along one’s path of personal growth.
I love writing and have made some very good efforts at expanding my writing style, to include short stories for children as well as poetry. The feedback I receive from readers is always welcome and often acknowledges my painstaking efforts to share with rigorous honesty.
Some days, I can’t seem to connect with any one topic at all, and the words I search for to describe my feelings aren’t there. I may be tired, depressed, anxious, worried or any other emotion that blocks my ability to write. Unable to write, I found myself getting lost in my other world of digital art, photography and photo editing. The first time I experienced “writer’s block” I resorted to posting an image I had found which conveyed a message and required nothing more from me. That first image was the one in this blog today. As I read the words in the image above, I slowly began to relate to them in my own feelings.
If you are a committed blogger like me, give yourself permission to be easy on yourself some days. Post a picture or image that you feel may share a story with your readers. It’s OK to take the easier route some days!
“”A poet begins in delight and ends in wisdom.” — Robert Frost
Artists deepen our sense of wonder because they have retained the ability to see life with a delighted eye. They know that nothing is too particular or minute to take pleasure in if we give ourselves time to pause and look. The world is infinite in its variety and beauty.
If we find ourselves, for whatever reason, seeing life with a vision or blinder, we are then unable to relax and open ourselves to the new when we are so uptight and bent on our own pleasure. We are left impoverished.
We can learn, baby-step-by-baby-step, day by day, to slow down and really look at the world around us. We may find ourselves noticing the obvious things that we used to miss. This can lead to sheer delight when we notice that things can be so different, so particular in their shape, color, meaning and impact. Delight can turn into knowledge as we explore further; then, if we persevere, we may stumble onto wisdom.