THE SPEECH OF THE HIGH ONE

Runic Poetry

THE SPEECH OF THE HIGH ONE

I know I hung on that windswept tree,
Swung there for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odin,
Myself an offering to myself:
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run.

None gave me bread,
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry I seized them up,
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.

Well-being I won
And Wisdom too.
I grew and took joy in my growth:
From a word to a word
I was led to a word,
From a deed to another deed.From the Old Norse
The Poetic Edda (ca. A.D. 1200)

THE GREAT INVOCATION

From the point of Light within the mind of God
Let Light stream forth into the minds of men.
Let Light descend on Earth.

From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let Love stream forth into the hearts of men.
May Christ return to Earth.

From the center where the Will of God in known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men-
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.

From the center which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.

Let Light and Love and power
Restore the Plan on Earth

Alice Bailey

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