Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Uruz Meditation

Literal Meaning: Wild Ox / Auroch
Possibly tied to Audhumbla.
Strength. Forcing through tough obstacles. Vitality.

Energy courses through you, raw, wild, free.

Drawn from the sun, the vegetation of the earth, even the wind itself seeming to lift your spirit as though it had wings. The path is simpler, somehow, and you feel stronger than any rocks in your way. You wonder why you ever felt burdened, why you ever imagined life was a dreary place. With warm sunlight, healthy food, and a confident step, you remember what you are, and that life can indeed make you stronger instead of beating you down.

We spend so much of our lives in a struggle against others, when often what we should struggle with are our own insecurities. When we confront our fears head on and trample them, the sunlight breaks through, and we can live healthier lives.

In the hunt, the hunter finds themselves, more than their prey. They confront their own power to bring death, their shadow, as well as their fear of starvation or losing their own life in a struggle against a large animal. These are dark places – but the best hunter would know how to hunt responsibly. While the Aurochs were hunted to extinction, when we know our own strength, as well as its terrible potential, quite often we find that we lose our taste for abusing it.

Those who crave power and become corrupted by it are often the ones who feel most powerless. They want to prove their power to control and bend others, not to their supposed enemy, but to themselves.

The one who does not truly know what a weapon does is the one who uses it. Once its destructive power is known, weapons are laid aside. Power is no longer a question, so much as how to use it in ways that do not lead to extinction. This is what turns bombs into power plants (and evolves those, if irresponsible, into something else yet again).

This nightmare of fear, war, death, and posturing vanish. Swords are beaten into plows, and problems are trampled and returned to dust by the Primal Ox. No power can keep it from seeking the sunlight, any more than water could keep a fish from swimming.

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