TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video
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aspect, it is the rune of sexual magic and the “alchemical marriage” in which each of the single<br />
components is sacrificed for the sake of creating something transcendent ( see Dagaz).<br />
Gebo is used in all cases of equal exchanges of energies, especially those in which a binding is<br />
wished. The power of gebo brings friendship, loyalty, and hospitality.<br />
In workings of woe, gebo may be used to bind someone to an unwanted obligation or to return woe<br />
for woe.<br />
Gebo is the rune most often used in ‘love magic.” Properly used, it creates an awareness of the selfsacrificial<br />
and balanced nature of love between two people.<br />
In ritual, gebo represents the payments which must always be made: the gift of energy or food<br />
made to a plant before cutting it; the blood and life of the vitki which give life to the runes; and the mead<br />
or ale poured over the altar to the gods.<br />
The initiatory value of gebo is that of Nietzsche’s “going under”-giving up all that you are for the<br />
sake of becoming something higher, as Odhinn did on Yggdrasill. When the Christian trappings have<br />
been stripped away, you may see the workings of gebo in the Parzival story.<br />
Gebo works as a moderator with other runes, especially fehu, the force of which it binds and guides<br />
for a balanced weal, warding off the woe that comes when fehu is blocked or misguided.<br />
The stones associated with gebo are emerald, which is a traditional emblem of love and loyalty,<br />
and jade, which is said to open you to an awareness of the need and fitting times for sacrifice to seal your<br />
relationships with the gods and other wights.<br />
Gebo: Meditation<br />
You sit at the head of a long wooden table inside a great hall. The polished wooden seat is hard and<br />
smooth under you; the air is cold with winter and rich with the smells of bread and roasting pork. Longhaired,<br />
bearded warriors line the benches along the tables, talking and laughing. You know that this is<br />
your hall-you have provided the great roasts of meat that weigh down the table and the mead that flows in<br />
ceaseless streams from the pitchers of the serving maids into the drinking horns of your followers.<br />
Nevertheless, there is a certain chill to the hall, and you see several men pulling their cloaks about them<br />
and glancing at you uneasily. You yourself are beginning to become uncomfortably warm, as if a fire<br />
burned just beside you. The heat, you find, is radiating out from a large bag by your side.<br />
Standing, you pick the bag up. It is very heavy, so heavy that your arms ache after holding it for a<br />
few moments. Slowly you begin to walk down one side of the table, stopping before each warrior and<br />
taking a heavy gold ring or bracelet out of the bag to give him. Receiving the gift, each warrior draws his<br />
sword or axe and turns the hilt for you to touch as a sighn of his trueness to you. As you keep walking<br />
down one side and up the other, the hall becomes warmer and the unnatural heat fades from your bag of<br />
treasure. Your enlivened men cheer and toast you as you pass, returning to their feasting with redoubled<br />
vigour, fingers and arms weighted with your gold.When you have gifted your last man and received his<br />
troth, you return to your place at the head of the table.A knock sounds hollow against the far door and one<br />
of your warriors gets up to open it.<br />
At the door is an old man in a dark and tattered cloak, soaked through and dishevelled by the high<br />
night winds.One of his eyes is a frightful ruin of scar tissue, and his grey beard cannot hide the livid scars<br />
ofrope burns on his throat.Your warrior is about to push this old beggar away roughly, but you always<br />
mindful of the laws of hispitiality, command him to let the old man in.With yout own handsyou bring the<br />
unexpected guest a heaping plate of meat, bread, and cheese and a large horn of your best mead, making a<br />
place for him in the seat of honor at your right hand. He eats and drinks with an amazingly hearty appetite<br />
for such an old man, but there is always plenty of food and drink for everyone in your hall.<br />
The time has come for you to make sacrifices to the gods.Behind your seat is a harrow of heaped<br />
stones, glassy from the many fires that have been lit by you and your ancestors. On the harrow leis the<br />
great gold ring of oath-taking, the hammer used for hallowing the sacrifice, a cold-glittering sax, a stone<br />
bowl, and a dark-needled pine twigg.Two of your men lead the sacrifice. A great bull with a glossy<br />
flawless white hide, through the hall and up to the harrow.The old man watches you carefully, his one<br />
dark eye bright, as you swing the heavy hammer over the bull’s head, chanting,”Holy thou art /gift gladly<br />
given / to the gods for good given us/ and good that shall be”. The handle of the sax-knife is cold and<br />
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