The following is a Auto writing from July 5th 2009 that focuses on the ideas of the runes.

Once more you have Come to my well Sit and take rest For I am not of worth for this tale I am to tell you of this tale I am Runatyr I am Svidurr Unarmed I come before you Listen well my child of night For the tale I tell Speaks of the past Hidden lore forgotten You seek to know the runes So this tale I tell Cast from three Three becomes six Three becomes nine All come from three Three becomes infinity Cast all from one For nine days I looked In to the great well There I saw three Three became Nine From these became many All evolved from The first three This is the evolution of all The runes are primitive The runes are the past Ancient there power Never ending there might Forged from blood Forged from fire Born of water Casted to the winds This is their power

This id their wisdom For they know all Primitive and powerful Again there was three Iss gave birth from self To Ken the inner light Forged together they were From these two came Lagu the daughter For these are the three From which all births come Three are the seasons Three are the clans Three begotten three Six begotten nine Nine are the rune Cast from the worlds Cast and forged are three Of the land they come Nine are the ways Of their power Nine are their pattern Or being The father gave birth From his self and Brought forth Gyfu The great gift The mother gave forth From her great being Jera the transformer Knowledge multiplied Finely the daughter Too gave birth of self Bring forth Tyr Tyr brought Valor to the land From these three Begotten six which became nine From the nine endless Numbers can evolve

Know that the nine Holds much knowledge Nine worlds traveled Nine ways to combine Each is there order Casted from that land Unique to that land Power they form To know of their order To know which land Is to know its power To call on the stones In the well did nine I saw within its waters Made where they From my blood and being For this is the secret Of their power The blood of man Fire and water Forged the symbols by you On the stone or land Breath you on them Giving forth there soul No man can posses them No one can command them They are of their own being They give of themselves Nine ways to their order Nine secrets to their use Nine is there power Primitive and true From the beginning of the worlds There powers took form There form changes and evolves But still they remain Cast them into the air And the future

You may for see But only by three Draw them on the earth Carve them into stone The past will be known Write well there meaning Draw them on sand and stone Spells cast you know Seals of power forged Of blood and land To call them To chant them Brings forth there power To heal and travel But to travel you Must more know To call there name Is but the first key to know Learn well there shape and form For this too is a key For the worlds traveled There are three From male and female A child must be born From two must come three The secret to be known Know this as well For I have spoken of This before In times past There ways how to write There ways to color There ways of meaning All of these are three in number Three are the ways to write Three are there color Three is there power Strengthened worked by three ways

For I Runatyr Learned this from myself From the self came the first Which formed the second Thus the child is born Power amplified by three Color, blood and the call Evolved from this power unfold Learn well from my words Seek you now truth Seek you now wisdom Till once more I call Learn well the runes Look well into their heart Nine worlds will answer You call no doubt Learn what I have taught Till I call you again I will end this tale With wisdom once more Look well where you stand All around you the worlds call But look well and see Only eight encircle thee. Note: there are also on some of the pages various runes and on the last page a drawing which I think are eight runes in a pattern.

Einleggur