# Raido

Traditional meaning: riding

Meanings when upright:

- movement from one state of being to another
- escaping from trouble
- arising after spiritual descent
- unstoppable force
- time to decide on something of great importance
- a person involved with the law or transportation

Meanings when inverted:

- draining someone's energy
- misleading business dealings (when paired with Ansuz)
- a change in direction
- hard times are ahead
- spiritual boredom from rigid/stifling routines

Raido can be useful for:

- pushing over obstacles
- riding the waves of realization/awakening further
- getting oneself out of a rut
- obtaining justice

Anglo-Saxon rune poem:

> Rad byþ on recyde rinca gehwylcum
> sefte ond swiþhwæt, ðamðe sitteþ on ufan
> meare mægenheardum ofer milpaþas.

> Riding seems easy to every warrior while he is indoors
> and very courageous to him who traverses the high-roads
> on the back of a stout horse.

Norwegian rune poem:

> Ræið kveða rossom væsta;
> Reginn sló sværðet bæzta.

> Riding is said to be the worst thing for horses;
> Reginn forged the finest sword.

A modern poem:

> I promised Luce as she sat up on high
> that I would make it out of this house alive,
> but it's been nearly four years since
> the hasty impassioned words spilled from my lips
> and I am no closer to keeping it.

> I was too inexperienced, not yet downtrod
> to forsee the beginning of the Eschaton:
> governments imploding, prices the opposite,
> men I will never gaze upon my rights rescind.
> This room I once viewed as an unbarred jail cell
> has become a cocoon, a safe place from hell,
> and although I've supped on the sweet taste of wages
> there's no way I could these days survive by myself.

> It's not much of a choice if one bades me decide:
> "Run for it and perish, or stay here and die."
> Embed myself in a world I'm unequipped for
> and die on the streets forgotten and unmoored,
> or bury myself deeper in bedsheets every day
> until compost sets in and I begin to decay.

> I'm not sure that I have to make a choice,
> today, tomorrow, next week, month, ever.
> I could treat it like every other problem
> I have: ignore it as it gradually gets worse
> and try to live best I can in the meantime.
> But where to steer the boat if I did take the helm?
> Where to maraude that won't leave me devoid
> of this world in my body, murky depths of the sea
> no person can map and certainly not I?
> It's been so long since I started drowning
> that my neck grew gills and I learned how to breathe.