June 14, 2011

• The Wyrdest Runecasting I’ve Ever Done

  I had a deeply, wildly, shamanic dream this morning just before waking.  I woke wondering about a detail:  there was something I was supposed to leave behind.  In the dream, I was unsure, and asked my shaman/guide just before I woke, just which of several things involved, I was supposed to leave behind.

  I thought about it as I charged the coffeemaker and switched it on, and decided to ask an oracle.  I sat down here and picked up my most-used (recently) oracular device: a D6 — six-sided die.  After several rolls, I knew that the oracle was toying with me.  The next roll confirmed that.

  I reached out to the basket hanging at arm’s length over my worktable here next to the desk, and picked up my rune bag… picked it up by the bottom.  The drawstring was loose, and a bunch of runes fell out.  I could tell by the sounds that some of the smooth rounded rectangular etched glass “stones” landed on soft surfaces, some on hard metal, some on resonant wood, and some slid and bounced several times.  One hit and landed on top of my foot.

  That’s the one I picked up first… set it on the mouse pad, read it — very appropriate, for starters.  As I retrieved five more runes, eventually getting a flashlight to find the fifth one under a low shelf on the base of the desk, I lay them on the mouse pad.  They made a coherent but somewhat elusive, unfinished, reading.  Two of them even drew laughs, somewhat ruefully, from me.

  With a feeling that I wasn’t done with the search, I dumped the rest of the runes from the bag, and all of them fell face up except for one.  I turned it over:  blank — another laugh.  I counted — sure enough, I have 24 runes here; one is still missing.  It didn’t fall into the basket; that’s already been emptied and searched.  It could be in one of the baskets or trays of jewelry-making tools and parts on the table below that hanging basket.

  It could also be on the floor, way back under the table, in which case I have to move a chair to look for it– two chairs, really, because the chair under the table isn’t going anywhere until I get this office chair out of the way first.  It could also have landed somewhere between the table top and floor, on one of the shelves of the bookcase, holding beads, crystals, findings, tags, labels, vitamins, pens, action figures and other talismans, between the end of the table and the window.

  I have options.  I can drink some coffee and let the whole thing rest for a time while I wake up.  I can look at the runes I have and see which one is missing, or I can start moving furniture and crawling around under the table with my flashlight.  I’ll give the whole matter some more thought. 

  

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