Diviner Guide Hagalaz put this together for one of our events, I beleve it should be shared and not forgotten.
One day, while studying in their circle, the Diviner's librarian, Bob, pulled an old leather bound book out of his pocket. As he handed the book to Sarina, A red silk string serving as a bookmark dangled between the pages. Sarina slowly opened the ancient book, and began to read:
"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."
((--The Poetic Edda (circa 1200 A.D.)))
