Robin Williams, "container and expresser of magickal power, Ansuz."*
Ann: Robin, thank you for your patience.** I do indeed consider it an honor to be able to speak with you. You are my lodestone of kindness.
I pulled the rune, Ansuz, pictured above, thinking you and this reading. I think it fits, do you?
Robin: Ann, you do me great honor, and yes, Ansuz, God's breath, is mine as it is yours and everyone who breathes.
When I was incarnate, I received my breath through an ancestral spirit clan, a long line of storytelling magic men who carried the histories of their cultures in their heads and kept their traditions alive in stories. These stories came from breath, from inspiration because when we draw breath, we draw in heritage and tradition, spirit and non-spirit, and we keep the wolf from the door by remembering both inspirational as well as cautionary tales.
Though it may not seem like it, my work flow was derived from elders stretching back over the ages. Handed down to me in ways I neither grasped nor understood, they shared with me the juxtaposition of one story after another, one character, one shocking flight of ecstasy followed by moments of humbling, heartrending loss.
I loved it, every moment, every high, every low. It was indeed ecstasy when the riff was flowing, when patterns, older than God himself, produced a song of starling proportions, shocking in its effect not only to my audiences but to myself as well, for although I certainly prepared, never did I completely control or direct the flow.
Creativity is like breath and just as essential. It comes from nothing but air and expresses itself in as many unique ways as there are humans on the planet. The great delight to me was the unexpected nature of that which I created.
Surely it is the same for many of you? Not the same in specifics but in the unique flow of your own creative patterns. Take a chance, turn them loose on the world!
Ann, here, has no idea what is going to come out of my mouth and onto her page and is somewhat leery, make that terrified, of working with me because in her little heart of hearts, she is a control freak. Come on, Annie, live a little, let it fly, and see what happens.
What we have to remember is that God did not create an imperfect being. In all our faults and foibles, he finds perfection, surprise, and delight. Only when we turn away from him can we bring him to tears. That is why laughter is of God, and God is of human history.
If we could bring a little more light to our history, we might see it differently. I grieve to think that I missed this election because the Trump machine is an unending supply of material, I can feel it coming out of my mouth from here, the fumble bumble of tripping over the trappings of grandeur while hurricanes rage and plagues ravage the countryside. Black Lives Matter mated with Saturday Night Live could roast him alive, and I tremble to think I could have been a part of it.
So what I have come to say today to everyone reading this blog is loosen up and let that unique being that is you create your own life for the little bit of time you have here. Go ahead. Shout, play, weep, dance, comfort and care for those you love. Holy inspiration resides in each of us.
We don’t defeat the bad guys with fear, we get them with joy, jokes, and juxtaposition. Go for it, guys, I am here cheering you on. They won’t know what hit them when they see us coming!
August 29, 2020 *Thorsson, Edred. Futhark: A Handbook of Rune Magic.
**Anita Sacco has been chasing me because Robin has been chasing her. See "Recommended Channelers" under "Resources" tab.
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