Rune #8: Wunjo
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Hello, Rune-bros and Rune-gals!
This is the discussion thread about the Norse Rune of Joy: Wunjo (pictured here as the Elder Futhark style). Sorry for the small interruption in our regularly scheduled programming but I hope that these changes in formatting make things better for everyone.
The Norse Runes is a system of writing, purportedly discovered by the Allfather Odin, which uses twenty four sacred characters for magical purposes such as divination, and the creation of protective talismans. Because of the recent interest in Runes and the Norse culture as a whole on /x/ a group of us wanted to create threads about each Rune to discuss interpretations, magical uses, history, cultural significance, and any general questions. A discussion thread is a slightly less painful way to obtain knowledge than impaling yourself on a tree upside-down for nine days and nights without food or drink, don’t you agree? Don’t worry. All previous threads will be shared as .html files after the final thread.
Wunjo is the Eighth, and final, Rune of the First Aettir and is traditionally associated with Joy as well as Love. The Elder Rune Poem describes the rune with the phrase “He enjoys Delight who knows little of woe, Of suffering and sorrow, And has for his own prosperity, pleasure, Eke the plenty of cities.” But this rune was dropped from the subsequent Younger Futhark and Anglo-Saxon Futhark. One way to celebrate the rune, as suggested by an Anon on the original thread, is to become happy by working to make others happy but you can do whatever you feel inspired to celebrate Wunjo.
Until the current thread hits more than 100 replies, is deleted, or a thread on the next Rune is requested, we would like to focus on Wunjo and aspects of the Norse culture dealing with Joy. Feel free to post any questions, interpretations, spells, stories, or what have you. Looking forward to a wonderful discussion. ALU!
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So, /x/, do you believe in black magic? What do you think of her?
She loved me, but now her perception of mine is fucked forever, and I can't stop thinking about her.
I'm willing to do black magic to get her back.
Black magic can make people's perception change, and I was wondering how much success rate I would have if I would try to get her back with Satan's power?...Is black magic strong enough to get her back, so she will be mine forever? Share some some spells or advice please.
She suspects I'm practicing magic already, but so far I've only done white magic, and you can't hurt or change free will that way.
Wanna hear my story?
Pic related, it's her 4 years ago.
My friend says he can confirm demons control the internet.
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I have a friend who is firmly convinced the internet is circulated by demonic forces, and that website moderators/admins are possessed.
At first I thought he was full of shit. But than why does his youtube channel get shut down almost five minutes after he does one of his exorcism videos against them? There's no way he could get flagged that fast, he doesn't even get enough views for a youtube moderator to personally asspain over him. Not to mention there are plenty of religious nutjobs, but none actually call out the beast and challenge it.
He says he hopes to get to physically come in contact with one of these possessed website admins, tie them down, and perform the exorcism on them physically.
"Haven't exorcisms been known to really damage if not kill those being exorcised?"
"That's the point. If you want, you can be there to record the whole thing."
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> be 18
> friend crashes at my place
> wake up early in the morning, here loud sound, like someone squeezing a bag of potato chips.
> see friend michael standing shirtless with bag of chips, squeezing it between his hands
> get up and grab the chips
> "dude, wtf are you doing"
> im standing in my room, with an empty bag of potato chips.
> no one is there.
> go to the den and see michael sleeping on the couch.
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Hey I'm an aspiring Creepypasta/Scary short story writer and I'd like to post my shit here. Enjoy.
Science has gone too far. I was recently revived, from the dead. I died from a knife wound to my leg. I bled out. I was dead for 4 hours and 55 minutes but it felt longer. I remember it. When I was dead, there was no heaven, or hell. Only a white room, with 2 chairs and a creature sitting in one. When I died, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in the other chair and starring at the creature. Confused and scared, I recollected my thoughts and searched for and opening or a way out of the room. The creature starred at me the entire time. I couldn't see it's eyes, or make out any facial features, or features of any kind. It was just black, pure black like i was starring into space, and empty void, it seemed 2 dimensional. It's outline was incredibly simple, a rounded rectangle next connected to a blob of mass which seemed to be it's body. There was one way of communicating with it, I asked it yes or no questions and would extend a foot, or some sort of limb in response. An extended limb means yes, no movement means no.
"Am I dead?"
"Are you god"
"Are you human"
"is the heaven"
"Will I ever leave this place"
I stopped asking questions there. Occasionally the creature would stand up, and make a snarl or grunt and sit back down. Hours later, I started feeling a sharp pain in my chest, and then the creature jump at me. And then I came back to life. I don't know how it happened
but the creature came back with me. I saw it behind the doctor that brought me back, but this time it was smiling and then it vanished. I went back home. Thinking about the whole thing, I was happy that I was alive, but scared and confused at what I saw Is that what they call purgatory, or limbo? I was scared to sleep. In the morning, the news had showed a casting about a man being murdered. In the same fashion I was, I stab wound to the leg and bleeding out. I stayed home. Cont.