Today I did galdr with Perðro.
As yesterday, I cleansed with the Eldest Ancestor, Fire. Today’s galdr was held before my altar to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir. When I lit the candle, a white seven day candle, I made the Fire Prayer and thanked the Eldest Ancestor for cleansing me, purifying me for the work ahead. I then sat the candle on the ground in front of me throughout the galdr.
In the first round of galdr I saw Perðro in its Rune form white on a field of black, then it reversed in color. Then, it became a wooden cup out of which dice were rolled. Then, it became a bag out of which chips were dropped. Then, I saw a door into pitch darkness open, yawning.
In the second round of galdr I saw the cup again, being shook vigorously. A few moments of breathing, of bated breath and then, the crash of the wooden cup on a wooden table. I saw a great swirling darker than darkness yawning like a mouth, and it swirled round and round. I saw a mouth open and words came, on what I do not know, but the mouth was open and speaking about what lay before it.
In the third round of galdr I saw the dice being interpreted. The chips were being read. There were strands coming off the cup, off the bag, off the hands that went into them, the mouth that spoke. I saw threads come undone and attach, saw as things took shape in the doorway shape of the Rune. I saw the disgorging of a spell after a long wait, the rumination on things until it was time to make a final choice. I saw the door opened to some possibilities and shut to others. I saw choice and consequence come to bear. I saw the Ginnungagap and Mystery interplay but how I cannot say.