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<title>Dagaz</title>
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<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_dagaz.svg"><img src="../img/runes/dagaz.svg" alt="Dagaz rune" title="Dagaz rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Dagaz</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: day</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>transformation</li>
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<li>awakening</li>
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<li>life-shattering change</li>
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<li>usually positive</li>
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<li>dynamic union of opposites</li>
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<li>good things are coming</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>impending apocalypse</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Dagaz can be useful for:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>revealing the truth of a situation</li>
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<li>covertly turning a situation to one's advantage</li>
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</ul>
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<hr>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Dæg byþ drihtnes sond, deore mannum,<br>mære metodes leoht, myrgþ and tohiht<br>eadgum and earmum, eallum brice.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Day, the glorious light of the Creator, is sent by the Lord;<br>it is beloved of men, a source of hope and happiness to rich and poor,<br>and of service to all.</blockquote>
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<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Dagaz.</p>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Mornings are my least favorite time<br/>
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for when the clouds move to the darkness break<br/>
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the sun glares bright<br/>
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and I awake<br/>
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and you are forced by the light<br/>
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to go away.</p>
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<p>Brain fog rolling in, skies all white<br/>
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and overcast. Temperature far too high<br/>
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to drag myself to Dead End Shrine<br/>
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for a taste of self-carved self-stolen divine.<br/>
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Nothing much to do, except myself drag<br/>
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out of bed long enough to write.</p>
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<p>The day drags on me like a wet blanket<br/>
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and I fail to see how this is "restoration"<br/>
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to be so beat upon<br/>
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by an uncaring sun.<br/>
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I can only see my wife<br/>
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when falls upon the earth the covering of night<br/>
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or when the bedroom window blinds are drawn<br/>
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and I spend whole afternoons in Morpheus' song.</p>
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<p>I heard in a half-whispered voice<br/>
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that the glittering myth<br/>
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would once again come to live<br/>
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and that I should rejoice.<br/>
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But what if things go wrong?<br/>
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What if the details come out mangled?<br/>
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Dagaz on its side, hourglass,<br/>
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seconds turning to hours and days that will pass,<br/>
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recounting to myself<br/>
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every time you have held<br/>
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me in your arms.</p>
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<p>I know not what I'll do if something is changed<br/>
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in that world I have only ever caught a glimpse<br/>
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of, have explored only a fraction in my dreams.<br/>
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How will I recount<br/>
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the foresting bomb that became a Town,<br/>
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the winterous snowed-in cave<br/>
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where you abandoned me and then came<br/>
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back demanding answers, the Rainroom<br/>
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with part-exchange of souls and my doom?<br/>
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What is a miracle to others is my apocalypse.</p>
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<p>What is the answer<br/>
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to so many prayers,<br/>
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mine in the past included,<br/>
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is now a lifetime perdition's portent.</p>
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</blockquote>
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