If you are new to working with bindrunes, I suggest you read the introductory bindrune post here, then return to this post to read about this specific bindrune. Remember that working with bindrunes, as with working with any kind of magic, does not carry guaranteed results, and may produce results quite different from what you expect.

Sometimes, life goes a completely unexpected direction. Our carefully constructed plans and cherished expectations are not just interrupted, but completely disrupted. What we thought we knew and could expect evaporate into thin air, and we are left wondering exactly what the hell happened, and what to do about it. This bindrune can help you get your feet back under you and help you direct the energies into a new and positive direction. It won’t necessarily be easy, but it can be done.

Bindrune to Transform Disruption into Opportunity – Hagalaz, Sowelu, Dagaz

Hagalaz (left tile, blue in bindrune): Hagalaz is the disruption—the hail that pelts your crops, the car accident that leaves you without reliable wheels, the sudden layoff from the job you thought was secure. It is the base of the bindrune, as it is the event that begins the process.

Sowelu (center tile, red in bindrune): Sowelu is the light and heat of the sun, which melts the hail. No longer a destructive force, the hail becomes water to nourish the crops and help restore them. The destructive energy is unbound and repurposed to a constructive purpose. Sowelu could signify the insurance settlement that allows you to buy a newer, more reliable, safer car. Sowelu could be the realization that you are done with being an employee, and that you have a great idea for running your own business. Now that you’re not consumed by trying to stay head working for someone else to make their dreams come true, you can focus on making your own dreams come true.

Dagaz (right tile, gold in bindrune): This is the transformation process. This is where the energy shifts from loss to potential, from potential to progress, and from progress to accomplishment. It acts as a funnel to focus your energies, and a filter to remove what is not helpful for you. Dagaz brings the energy to make the push to get through the gate, out the door, wherever you need to go—literally or metaphorically—to make the necessary change.

The bindrune was done in colored pencil. I tried to create it using my calligraphy markers, but the colors became quite muddy and it lost its visual appeal. Looks aren’t everything, but it certainly wasn’t the visual inspiration it needed to be.

You could put a drop of rosemary oil for strength and clarity. You could also use your favorite oil on it to reinforce the energy with your personal scent. You can also use a magical oil, such as a hoodoo oil or other type of specially prepared oil.

Use this bindrune—and all bindrunes—entirely at your own risk.

Theory of Memory
~ Louise Glück

Long, long ago, before I was a tormented artist, afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments, long before this, I was a glorious ruler uniting all of a divided country—so I was told by the fortune-teller who examined my palm. Great things, she said, are ahead of you, or perhaps behind you; it is difficult to be sure. And yet, she added, what is the difference? Right now you are a child holding hands with a fortune-teller. All the rest is hypothesis and dream.

How Is Your Heart?
~ Charles Bukowski

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn’t call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.

it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.

to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.

what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

Song of the Shattering Vessels
~ Peter Cole

Either the world is coming together
or else the world is falling apart—
here—now—along these letters,
against the walls of every heart.

Today, tomorrow, within its weather,
the end or beginning’s about to start—
the world impossibly coming together
or very possibly falling apart.

Now the lovers’ mouths are open—
maybe the miracle’s about to start:
the world within us coming together,
because all around us it’s falling apart.

Even as they speak, he wonders,
even as the fear departs:
Is that the world coming together?
Can they keep it from falling apart?

The image, gradually, is growing sharper;
now the sound is like a dart:
It seemed their world was coming together,
but in fact it was falling apart.

That’s the nightmare, that’s the terror,
that’s the Isaac of this art—
which sees that the world might come together
if only we’re willing to take it apart.

The dream, the lure, isn’t an answer
that might be plotted along some chart—
as we know the world that’s coming together
within our knowing’s falling apart.

Field Notes
~ Devon Balwit

Where is my David Attenborough,

tracking me in my habitat,

ennobling my idiosyncrasies

in his mellifluous voice?

David Attenborough