Jera at Jera
I was wrong.
I was wrong twice, to be specific.
My first mistake was thinking that I'm starting at Jera.
My second mistake was thinking that I interpreted what it was trying to show me accurately.
Jera is a rune of beginnings. The first grass of spring after winter. The first drop of rain after flood. The first patch of fertile soil after travelling for weeks or months on end. Jera is the pat on your back that says- all is done. now sit back, rest, and eat your fruit. The fire is lit, the bellies are fed, the heart is full.
Jera was my initiator. Pushing me ahead.
A basic meditation that I do, is that I visualise a wooden door. On that door, is carved the rune about which I am beginning to learn.
With Jera I saw fire and earth, like I was at the site where a volcano just erupted. The mud was sticky, the walls had fossils. I don't really remember what the fossils were. Some were plants, other human or even non-human. I did not pay attention, I was too focused on figuring out what the fuck it all meant.
And that, my friends, was the second mistake. The energies were not to be taken literally. I was told by Freyja, "you must go beyond". The runes are symbols, I must learn them as such. As energy, and feeling and knowing.
A YouTuber I follow named Arith Harger has a series on runes. I was listening to Jera and then it hit me.
It was not only volcanoes and mud. It was soil. Volcanic soil, which is very fertile. That was what I was supposed to understand. That this journey was a new beginning. The aftermath like situation of an eruption, giving way to new life.
This is essential, because I am going through a period of renewal and changing things in my personal life.
So here I am.
Beginning at the beginning.
Jera at Jera.
