Thurisaz is the sound “th”
Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem (from ragweedforge.com)
The thorn is exceedingly sharp,
an evil thing for any knight to touch,uncommonly severe on all who sit among them.
The thorn reversed sits with us today, showing the trials and tribulations of others, while we sit protected in the briar patch. For now, we have found a secure place amidst the thorns, where they aren’t pricking and poking us, so we can have a moment of rest, before you struggle across the path of thorns, which is of course, life itself. In one of the small books by Draja Micharaic (I think it’s spiritual cleansing) he describes what harmful magic by a powerful worker would be like. It would be like nothing. A life where everything happens without difficulty or challenge, because the target has become the pawn, puppet and servant of the worker utterly, and so everything goes forward as the worker plans for the person without difficulty. That is what a true curse is like. Why? Because a life of liberty and responsibility will always have difficulties and challenges, every rose has its thorn. Some days are just less thorn ladened then others.