TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video

In workings of woe, ingwaz may be used to deprive another of vital force for your own gain or to
harm a man’s masculinity.
In ritual usage ingwaz represents the creation of a “place of power’ or any magical reserve which is
built up as a storehouse of energy.
Used with other runes, ingwaz “stores” their powers until needed; it is therefore a good rune to use
when creating a talisman or doing a working upon someone the powers of which can be called upon at
need but should not be in effect at all times. In this case you will need to re-color or chant ingwaz after
each use, in order to return the active might to its potential state.
The stone of ingwaz is ivory, which is essentially masculine but which is said to enable spiritual selfsacrifice,
showing forth the way in which ingwaz combines virility and passivity.
Ingwaz: Meditation
You stand at the outskirts of a small farming village, just within sight of the little thatched cottages
among the muddy fields. The wind is sharp with the ice of early spring; the seeds have not yet sprouted,
leaving you in the middle of a sea of brown earth.
You watch along the sodden, earthen road until you see a procession of horses and wagons
approaching. The sun gleams from the golden head of the first rider, whose great brown stallion trots
ahead of the group. Behind the wagon, a faint ripple of green runs along the muddy ground as the power
of the hidden goddess within brings the seeds forth to life. People are beginning to crowd around you to
watch them approach - farmer-folk thin from the long winter who greet the goddess and her consort with
the joy of knowing that their fields will be fruitful and food plentiful next harvest.
Ing leads his stallion to the center of the village, the mare- drawn wagon of the goddess rumbling
behind him. The fresh spring breeze tosses his golden hair and beard, his sky-blue cloak streaming out
behind him. The old women of the town lead out the maiden who has been chosen most worthy of the
god. She is dressed only in birch branches and flowers, her long brown hair rippling down over her halfhidden
breasts. The wagon stops as the Lord drops his breeches and takes her in full view of the town as
his stallion mounts the wagon’s mare. Should she bear a child of the god, it will be a sure sign of his
lingering blessing. At first she is frightened and shy, but as the grasses sprout around her in the wave of
might from Nerthus’ wagon and the strength of the god fills her, she cries out in her joy.
Ing remounts his satisfied stallion and the godly procession rides onward, Ing before the wagon and
a riderless mare behind it. With the other farmer-folk, you follow it to the edge of the village. The emptybacked
mare stops before you there, waiting for you to mount her.
You ride behind god and goddess as Nerthus spreads spring through the meadow, grass sprouting
and trees budding as she passes. The procession travels to the edge of the ocean; a ferry waits on the
white beach. You follow mg and the wagon over the sand and onto the ferry which, unmanned, slides out
onto the rolling swells and bears the god, the goddess, and yourself to the shore of a small marshy island.
As you ride off the ferry, you see that the coat of your mare is dulled and that she plods along as if
she were about to collapse at any moment. The mare pulling the wagon can barely set one hoof in front of
the other. The power which brought the earth back to life is entirely drained. Only Ing and his stallion are
still strong and vital. His steed trots along, tossing his head from side to side as though he scented danger
on the wind.
The wagon stops at the edge of a boggy lake. You and mg both dismount and you lead your horse
up beside the wagon’s mare. A veiled woman steps from the wagon, her head and body wholly covered
by drapings of dark green and brown. She holds a long knife in her hand.
Ing’s stallion freezes into silence when she touches him, standing still as Nerthus reaches beneath
his belly and slices away his great penis and testes. A river of blood spurts forth into the bog; the stallion
drops, splashing heavily into the mud. Nerthus gives his gonads to the two mares, who devour them
eagerly. Their coats become shiny and healthy again as they eat. They whisk their tails about, raising their
heads with new brightness in their eyes. You can see now that both of them are very pregnant bellies
widening and teats swelling.
Ing draws his sword and gives it, hilt-first, to the goddess. She casts it out into the bog, the soft
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