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Wunjo is used to battle all kinds of despair and sorrow which weaken the soul, especially when
these stem from magical struggle. It is particularly useful in cases when emotional healing is needed, as it
both strengthens and balances the self.
Wunjo is a good rune to use in healing rifts between people, especially between family members,
and to unite varying groups of people. It is more powerful if a common threat or goal exists; it raises
awareness of similarities and lowers the uneasiness that comes with unfamiliarity between people.
In the personal sphere, wunjo aids the twinned powers of courage and cheerfulness and helps selfconfidence,
bettering the self- image and giving the person a strong standpoint from which to relate to the
world. It can also be used to make yourself pleasant and generally beloved.
The woe-working sides of wunjo’s being are its capabilities to cause overconfidence, complacency,
or trust and affection towards an unworthy wight. It can dim awareness of the meaning of problems and
lower alertness. The powers that enable this rune to deal with despair also enable it to lull wariness and
suspicion; it can attract someone to a person or goal which will work woe to him/her. Wunjo is a good
rune if you are a leader of some sort, but the power a beloved leader has over her/his followers can easily
work either for weal or woe. Also, magically binding someone to yourself should be thought of as putting
that person into a kind of slavery, which without good cause is a work against all right.
The being of the rune wunjo is shown forth on one level of the story of Baldr. Frigga gains the
oaths of everything (except the little mistletoe) in the Nine Worlds that they will not harm Baldr, bringing
him into their clan, as it were. This warding leads the gods to merrily toss weapons at him, a game which
gives Loki his chance to put an arrow of mistletoe into the hands of the blind Hod and thus slay Baldr.
Wunjo is good in physical healing because it melds its healing of the mind and heart with the
ability to bind the recovery of the mind with the recovery of the body. It works best in warding against
contagious disease by strengthening the immune system on all levels.
Ritually wunjo rules the use of scents, which work as a vibrational key to harmonize all aspects of
the working, both recel (incense) smoke and the use of oils, which both ward and strengthen the vitki. It
tends to be more a passive than an active harmonizer (considered against thurisaz, say), and most useful
in creating a charged atmosphere or bind-runes for a taufr meant to have a long- term effect.
The best stones to use with wunjo are topaz, a traditional bringer of joy and warder against
madness and sorrow, and rose quartz, which is said to open the heart and raise your sense of self-worth
and ability to love. The newly found stone kunzite has also been proved to work well with this rune.
Wunjo: Meditation
You stand outside a great wooden hall in the night. An icy wind cuts through your cloak and tunic,
blowing sleet and freezing rain into your face. You are lonely and miserable, the crushing of despair
almost a physical weight upon you. Slowly, hopelessly, you raise your hand, knocking on the door.
The heavy oaken door opens, showing you a sight of light and warmth. Your mother embraces you
and draws you inside, closing the door behind you. Her hug drives the cold from your bones and looses
your heavy mood, filling you instead with a feeling of wellbeing and comfort. All your family sits inside
the hall talking and feasting cheerfully. Your mother gives you a horn of mead, which glows warmly in
your belly as you move among your kin, greeting them with joy.
After a time, you know that you must leave again. You pass silently out the other end of the hall
into the cold and freezing rain of the night. Although the cold is a sudden shock to you after the warmth
of the hall, the wind does not bite as deeply as it did before, nor does the night seem quite as dark.
Looking down at yourself, you see that you are glowing faintly with a golden radiance, as though you
carried the light of the hall within yourself. Heartened for the next steps of your faring, you walk along
briskly, even whistling to yourself a little.
The storm clouds are beginning to break up. A shaft of cold moonlight shines down onto the road,
lighting up the dark figure that stands directly in your path. You see that it is a man in chain mail, tall and
strong. Beneath the plain steel cap on his head, you can see that his features are harsh and narrow, sharply
angled and etched with deep lines of sorrow. His skin is grayish, like pale stone, and his eyes are the cold
black of dead iron. He raises a sword in one iron-gloved hand.
“Stop,” he says. “Turn back. There is no hope for you on this path. This is the land of the dead, the
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