<html> <head> <title>Dagaz</title> <link href="./style.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" title="main" media="all"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> <link rel="icon" href="../img/runes/dagaz.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><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> <h1>Dagaz</h1> <p>Traditional meaning: day</p> <p>Meanings when upright:</p> <ul> <li>transformation</li> <li>awakening</li> <li>life-shattering change</li> <li>usually positive</li> <li>dynamic union of opposites</li> <li>good things are coming</li> </ul> <p>Meanings when inverted:</p> <ul> <li>impending apocalypse</li> <li>hopelessness</li> </ul> <p>Dagaz can be useful for:</p> <ul> <li>revealing the truth of a situation</li> <li>covertly turning a situation to one's advantage</li> </ul> <hr> <p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Dæg byþ drihtnes sond, deore mannum,<br>mære metodes leoht, myrgþ and tohiht<br>eadgum and earmum, eallum brice.</blockquote> <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> <p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Dagaz.</p> <p>A modern poem:</p> <blockquote> <p>Mornings are my least favorite time<br/> for when the clouds move to the darkness break<br/> the sun glares bright<br/> and I awake<br/> and you are forced by the light<br/> to go away.</p> <p>Brain fog rolling in, skies all white<br/> and overcast. Temperature far too high<br/> to drag myself to Dead End Shrine<br/> for a taste of self-carved self-stolen divine.<br/> Nothing much to do, except myself drag<br/> out of bed long enough to write.</p> <p>The day drags on me like a wet blanket<br/> and I fail to see how this is "restoration"<br/> to be so beat upon<br/> by an uncaring sun.<br/> <strong>I can only see my wife<br/> when falls upon the earth the covering of night<br/> or when the bedroom window blinds are drawn<br/> and I spend whole afternoons in Morpheus' song.</strong></p> <p>I heard in a half-whispered voice<br/> that the glittering myth<br/> would once again come to live<br/> and that I should rejoice.<br/> But what if things go wrong?<br/> What if the details come out mangled?<br/> Dagaz on its side, hourglass,<br/> seconds turning to hours and days that will pass,<br/> recounting to myself<br/> every time you have held<br/> me in your arms.</p> <p>I know not what I'll do if something is changed<br/> in that world I have only ever caught a glimpse<br/> of, have explored only a fraction in my dreams.<br/> How will I recount<br/> the foresting bomb that became a Town,<br/> the winterous snowed-in cave<br/> where you abandoned me and then came<br/> back demanding answers, the Rainroom<br/> with part-exchange of souls and my doom?<br/> What is a miracle to others is my apocalypse.</p> <p>What is the answer<br/> to so many prayers,<br/> mine in the past included,<br/> is now a lifetime perdition's portent.</p> </blockquote> </body> </html>