From time beyond time, lands uncharted and forgotten, 'Dawn-Storm' came;
Raising their heads, the elements looked Eastwards and praised him deeply,
for they new that this sacred messenger had arrived.
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Swooping, fluttering, sweeping and softly landing,
'Dawn-Storm' landed like a cloud perching proudly upon my footboard,
Ruffling his coal-black feathers and sharpening his razor beak
'Dawn-Storm' fixed me with an inky black gaze; making himself known;

And in that moment, that sacred moment I fell deeply into his abyss-ful eye,
In silent communion, in silent knowing I saw it,
A billion years compressed into in single tympanic heartbeat,
A trillion worlds exploding from inky blackness, filling my Soul.
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Then all had passed as soon as it had started, and 'Dawn-Storm' waited;
And as I watched, he cock his head and crawed and gurgled
and then, then a Daemonic glint exploded forth with mercurial quickness,
My mind filling with luminescence, knowledge, and invitation.

Extending his wing,'Dawn-Storm' took my hand,
Holding wing, soaring high, we flew to the ends of Mother Earth and Father Time
Then I was alone, 'Dawn-Storm' had gone,
Falling into inky blackness, the journey had begun.
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Falling, falling, for eternity and a day North was South, Up was Down
Falling, falling, I was stripped bare,
Falling, falling for a year and a day my mind wondered and my demons confronted
Young then old, baby then Sage, time ended and started many, many times

Landing suddenly, leaf and bracken embraced my naked body,
Twilight wrapped her cloak around my skin,
Wolf, Bear, Eagle, Tree, Mountain, Stream all witnessed my arrival to this betwixt place,
And they all welcomed me to the paths never trod,
and there I slept for nine days and nine nights.
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Then I rose, rubbed my eyes and witnessed this strange new world,
And I greeted 'Sister Night' and 'Brother Day' who blended their energies as one,
Rising, rising, I stood upon Mother Earth, and was witnessed by Father Sky,
My naked skin bathed in a robe of starlight.

Wandering, wandering, wandering for a year and a day,
Inky blackness took my mind, leading me the edge of madness,
Held by elements, cloaked in starlight I was alone,
Opening my eyes in that inky blackness a pin-prick of light made itself known.

Stumbling forward, I arrived in that sacred place,
Space cleared, kindling stacked, wood fetched, fire built, tinder torch ablaze,
This sacred place, this holy place saw me, greeted me and welcomed me.
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Then he, 'Dawn-Storm' arrived once more, opening his mouth he spoke,
And then I heard him, heard him with deafening clarrity,
Uttering enchanted tales of sacred magic, He sang sweet Galdr,

As I listened, the blackness consuming me surrendered its grip yielding to light,
Then silence surrounded me, coursed through my Heart and Soul,
Peace entered my being.
and in this peacful state, I turned to look for him but 'Dawn-Storm' had departed.
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Standing tall in the silence, I grasped a torch and lit the kindling,
The ferocity of fire pushed the inky blackness out of time and space,
Fire and smoke penetrated my senses; entered my skin, bones, and lungs
Crackles deafened me, and I knew Aodhagan was alive; I was alive.
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Then Elders gathered and the pipe was filled,
Taking a draught of that sacred herb, the smoke of understanding filled my essence,
Swirling in my lungs and burning my eyes, illusion was smudged away,
For a millennia and a day the fire was tended, the sacred ceremony was held and Aodhagan spoke.
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Then the sacred trees of the old times joined us,
Rowan, Apple, Dogwood, Juniper, Pine, Holly and Oak all gave council
And sacred ceremony was held, walking coals, breathing smoke,
All purified my inside and outside.
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Then once more the 'Obsidian-Eyed-one', 'Dawn-Storm' arrived,
Imparting one more tale of enchantment he spoke,
Elders and Ents faded into smoke and I knew that time had come

Holding wing, soaring high, stars became our destination,
Quickening, quickening, soaring upwards and beyond; we left that sacred place, 

And in a moment we had arrived in that humble little room,
Dawn poked its head through the window and over the footboard
The Sun now clamouring with haste through the window illuminated 'Dawn-Storm'.
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And turning to 'Dawn-Storm' he once more ruffled his feathers and gurgled at me,
"What had happened?" I asked with intrigue,
Fixing me with his knowing stare, head cocked, a bright glint springing forth,
But this was no longer a sparkle but a flame, the flame of Aodhagan.
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My experience with Aodhagan has given me many insights and understanding.
Through this wisdom, Aodhagan has enabled me to navigate changing times with greater fortitude.