The morning light opens the claws of a new born day. Like an eagle darting down to its prey. With cunning I hope to survive as I plunge myself into the energies of the creative realm. I swim in the chaos still the silence of peace fills my soul. I ready to take on the day, not to be bothered by a way traveler’s tale. The hero will find inner strength from the fortitude already armored. Inner strength he claims from the Aesir as he baths in their inspiration. The one who sacrificed an eye bequeath him wisdom, the one armed soldier the courage to persist. Each a gift that clothes him in whole with readiness for the battle ahead.
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