TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video

Odhroerir (ansuz), so he gained the awareness of the workings of Wyrd, of his own ability to alter it, and
the knowledge of what should come of his workings from Mimir’s Well (perthro). Perthro has also been
interpreted as the grave-mound, which, as Bauschatz points out, is closely bound in thought to the Well of
Wyrd, as both contain the concealed might (“treasures”) of the past.
Literally the ur-layer or proto-layer of Wyrd; used to describe the weird which has been written in the
Well. In later usage, the word alog was used for a spell, particularly a curse, implying the relationship
between the working of magic and the Well of Wyrd.
Perthro can be used for all manner of divinations and for an understanding of all the workings of Wyrd
through the worlds, including an awareness of synchronicity and an understanding of the entire pattern of
universal evolution.
In workings of woe, perthro can be used for intensifying the woe-bringing effects of Wyrd in
another’s life, or for awareness of another’s actions.
Perthro is the rune by which you can gain the wisdom and the awareness to use the runes without
unknowingly destroying yourself or another. It gives you the capability to “think runically”~to see the
workings of the forces of the runes in daily life and to under- stand how to use them in a setting which
seems to have changed greatly from the time that first learned and wrote of them.
Ritually, perthro represents the cup of runecasting and the several-fold process of self-checking by
runecasting, which should go with any active use of runic magic.
Used with other runes, perthro receives them and sends them out into being. It is the passive
complement of the active uruz in the context of the Well.
Perthro can be used to tap into the wisdom of Mimir’s Well and to recover knowledge about the runes
themselves that has either been forgotten or was never learned by humans. It is the rune of meditation.
Astone which works well with perthro is layered onyx, the pattern of which shows the layers upon
layers that determine the shape of weird. The onyx has often been thought of as a stone of ill-luck; in fact,
it embodies orlog, the effects of which are often woe-bringing and need the willed resistance of nauthiz to
alter or mitigate. By meditating on the layered pattern of this stone, you may come to a better
understanding of the workings of Wyrd and the structure of that-which-is.
Pertliro: Meditation
You are inside a hall, sitting on a circle of rough wooden benches with a group of long-haired,
bearded warriors. The fire burns in a pit in the center of the hall, the smoke rising out of a hole in the
thatched roof. Pale winter daylight shines through the hole. Your cloak wards you from the bitter cold
behind, and the fire warms you from the front, aided by the thick ale you drink from your horn. The other
warriors are garbed similarly, wearing heavy cloaks but light tunics and breeches. A dice-cup is passing
around the circle, each man shaking it until he makes either a good throw and can pass it on or a losing
cast, in which case he must strip off one of his heavy gold bracelets and pass it with the cup. You know
that this game can keep on until one man has lost everything he owns, even his freedom if that is his
weird.
When the cup gets to you, you rattle it for a long time, the dice inside clicking against the wood like
bones. You sense when it is time to cast the dice. You let them falL knowing that whatever your weird, it
is already written. Two of the dice show sixes; the third has become no longer a die but a strip of roughhewn
wood on which the rune perthro is graven. As you stare into the rune, it grows and grows until your
sight is wholly overwhelmed by its dark and mysterious might.
Slowly the rune fades from around you, and you find yourself standing at the foot of the great
evergreen Yggdrasill, looking down into the Well of Wyrd. The three black-hooded women beside the
Well ignore you completely, their shadowed faces turned away from you. They dip their hands into the
water and sprinkle a layer of muddy white clay onto the treQ the touch of their water healing the tattered
bark. It seems to you that Yggdrasill grows a little as they do this, the branches and needles stretching out
just abit farther and the gigantic roots beneath your feet thickening by a layer.
The air shimmers and you suddenly see that the tree and the world around you are only figures on a
vast tapestry that these women weave, the whole quivering at each touch on the thread which they turn
and shape skillfully through the layers of weaving. The tapestry shimmers and fades; they are splashing
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