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Ehwaz is a good rune of fertility, especially in those forms of fertility magic where conception is
desired for a magical purpose or to bind a certain being or power to the fetus or newborn.
Ehwaz brings power under the guidance of wisdom. In workings of woe, ehwaz may be used to
enslave another person’s might or thought to your own will.
Ehwaz may be used in religious divinations for the purpose of understanding the will of the gods.
Comparison with the relationship between god and human in santeria may be valuable -the person
possessed is called the horse, the possessing spirit the rider. It is also said that “a great god cannot ride a
little horse,” words of caution which you might be wise to heed in opening your mind.
In ritual use, ehwaz is used in relationship to the fetch and, together with the other runes of travel,
for faring between the worlds.
This is the rune to use in creating and dealing with thought- forms and other conscious or sentient
extensions of your own power.
Ehwaz is effective in building up a rapport with any vehicle of motion, whether living or ~ magical
or mechanical.
Used with other runes, ehwaz unites the streams of power in a manner opposite to that of thurisaz.
Where thurisaz creates reactive force for the purpose of breaking, ehwaz creates active force by melding
for the purpose of integration. You must not forget however, that ehwaz is an essentially mobile energy.
The stones associated with ehwaz are turquoise, which builds up the rapport between horse and
rider, and sardonyx, which is said to ensure a faithful marriage.
Ehwaz: Meditation
You stand in the middle of a grove of oak and ash trees at sunrise, the new light coming brightly through
the leaves that move in a gentle breeze. A little way ahead of you, you see a great white horse grazing
quietly. It wears a golden saddle and trappings of gold and turquoise.
As you walk nearer to the horse, it looks up and you see the wisdom of the gods in its great dark
eyes. It stands gazing at you silently for a moment, then lowers its head and scrapes its right forefoot
through the dewy grass. You sense that the horse wants you to mount and this you do as it stands quietly.
Mounted on the horse, you are filled with a great feeling of the strength beneath you as its powerful
muscles move it into a trot. You guide it out of the sacred grove with only a little push from your knees;
although you hold the reins very loosely in your hands, you know that the horse’s might is bonded to your
will.
You ride out into a wide, grassy field where wildflowers grow thickly, rich with color. Looking
ahead, you see another person on a white horse riding towards you. In the sharp light of the risen sun, you
see your own image and wonder how the whole plain could be spanned by a mirror, until the other pulls
out a rope and you realize that this is your own double riding towards you.
Your twin uncoils the rope and tosses one end over to you. You catch it and fasten it around your
waist. No words are needed between you - you ride bound together, matching each other move for move
and step for step as you urge your steeds into a gallop. As you race, the rope between you becomes
shorter and shorter until you are almost touching, yoked so closely that a misstep by either of your horses
would bring you both down. You breathe together, your horses’ hooves striking the ground in perfect step
and the sharp puffing of their breath so close together that you cannot tell which is which.
Slowly your double and your mount’s merge into you until it seems that you ride alone again. You
travel from the field up the side of a mountain, directing your horse over the treacherous, rocky trails. It
has an uncanny balance and gait often stepping around pitfalls that you do not see until afterward.
Although you are guiding it always upward, you give it enough freedom to let it choose among the paths
that it seems to know better than you do.
The weather is growing colder, clouds passing across the young sun. You climb through patches of
thick white mist on your way up the mountain. By the time you have reached the top, the sky is gray and
the field below has disappeared into an ocean of fog.
Your horse halts and shakes its head, stamping its hoof on the rocks to show that you should
dismount. You get down, uncertainly watching the horse for another sign. Its dark eyes fixed on yours, it
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