I reached my goals for this year when it comes down to showing up with some productivity, granted be that it was for the most part writing as far back as seven years that went into small print and production. I also managed to reach post number three hundred and got over five thousand followers on this blog/homepage. And, I started up again with a dozen posts.

The two books I made this year with my translated poetry; AS ONE and HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD has been read by a few thousand and understood by too few, they will of course be read by many more; and much more interested people in the future. I also did a book in Swedish with poetry; I KLARHET     IMMA (IN CLARITY     MIST) and I had my second photo exhibition under the name 1 SIGFRIDSSON; called DUSSINFOTO (DOZENPHOTO). As my grand finale for this year I did the magazine: NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) that gathered some of my articles, naturally I found some minor mistakes here and there after it was completed…. O! I continuously avoid perfection. 

I’m rarely as productive as I would like to be so I’m pleased anyway. (Honestly, I’m a bit humoured by how I always wait so I can start up from zero with everything I have done in my life. It has to do with that I would get bored and leave it if I didn’t keep it a bit shaky and interesting until final day of production. It gives it that unique one of a kind touch, perhaps or perhaps not… I can always fix it in the mix some other rainy day.)

I still buy and sell a few books, records and other crap now and then on the internet. I find it curious that many believe that I must be a “fan” of what I “trade” with… Trust me, I’m not a “fan” of any junk-culture. As far as I’m concerned it can all burn and be erased from this world. Why do I even touch it? It keeps my mind occupied a few hours here and there every second month or so. Maybe I just need a small hobby to avoid going out and stabbing people? (By the way, I have stopped with this small trading, I might sell a few things once or twice more…)

Earlier this year there was some goofy literature magazines that complained about that I gave them material through e-mail without treating them as very special individuals, as they all are so important that I just have to send them a few words each for their magazines that I would never read, at least not without puking. Why send them anything then? It is merely for spreading my material around a bit. I really do not wish to be in any of the junk-culture magazines. I have stopped sending out material altogether now, not a copy was sent out of NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL). I might send out something in the future, but I doubt it. (I might become forced to, for some reason or another…)

You know, if the world was perfect then I would sit and dream and write aesthetic and fragile poetry all day long. I would have some peaches with cream and some cold mineral water and then go out and smell the forest after the rain in the Spring/Summer/Autumn. Etc. I do not sit and daydream as the nightmare of the present reality in this world will take over in a few seconds… Now there is a Winter… I do not have any papers to write on… On the positive side I do have some cream in a can… It is fattening.

I figure that I’m now about 0,001% of what I should have been some twenty years ago, that is slightly depressing. At least I’m on the map for the New Time and that is more than most who lived in this sad middle-period of time have. Next year will be mine.

I will raise One fulltru-glass on New Year as a first, last and always.


1 S



I went out at Yule for an hour and took these images. I will choose one of these from the session as cover for my next book. I have yet to look closely at them, so in the meantime; is there anyone of these first four that you think is good enough for the cover? Comment if you have Rolls Royce or a bike.





I finished this magazine an hour ago. It is articles and photography made into a magazine.


”Du, du var knappast i någonting ljuvligt fylld,

 alltid en så villrådig och blygt inväntande.”


Och dagen…

där solstrålarna drömde sig genom hulten

och finner något tänkbart värdigt min vilja igen


Och natten…

när våra tårar tog famntag runtom skönhet

medan tiden vissna ner i vår nattstilla trygghet


Kommer tystlåtet trevande i gäckande år,

likt livgivande skuggornas uppresta syner

famlar i ljusets alla nattsnår


Fastnar. Ett nytt dystert, gistet ögonblick här står…


SKYMD! Är ett hindrat ljus, så tvinande…

Skyggande… Spelad inför mörkrets sken.

Skingras. Nedriver det sammanbrutna.


Fortfarande dricker brutna blicken solskenet

och väntar genom det smeksamt flimrande ljuset



(Fick här stå över ett kast

i en olöst rörelse ovilligt ljusmålad

ty detta är halva stigens längd.)



Har en fotoutställning hos Café Jernvägen i Sala. Startar idag den 9.1.46 och pågår fram till den 9.1.47. Om du är extremt intresserad så får du ta dig dit. Annars kan du avnjuta min video från detta års kulturella händelse i Sverige.1 SIGFRIDSSON DUSSINFOTO (1 TJOG BILDER)




Bonus, den fyra år gamla affischen från min tidigare fotoutställning i Delphi:




Found these images that I had planned to be set alongside some new poems I will write. Maybe one or two will make it to that honour. Well, I have published worse on this blog.













Welcome to some more awareness of reality and what we all in the future will be.

Without at least the basic Knowledge of the Gods and the Worlds existence, there can be no such thing as freedom, or anything valuable in life, to be found here in Midgard.

We are near another new time and it will come to leave us with nothing close to the current state of this world. All illusions will die and life will be worth living. We will need to practice a zero tolerance for anything less than Truth.

Our cultures, or rather the ruins of our high cultures, will be restored. The high cultures, that is the only cultures to be more precise, have extraordinary Knowledge within them: True might and Life itself. In this present lack of the most basic cultivation for the majority of humanity; the Order of Life will take over.

What matters first in all human life is to find the Gods and then yourself. There is no chance for you if not with the Gods. We are not animals roaming the woods for food and shelter without any system to it. We are not animals following deranged lies from a fake “god” that wish to exterminate us. We are children of the real Gods in a system that was structured for protection, survival and our progression; the higher Life itself.

When Truth about human life here is so clear to see for anyone that would care to look at history with some common sense, even though it is hidden for the large part, then there must be something seriously wrong with people. To just settle down with explanations like: “The Gods are not real, they are mythical, so we say… People in the old days were so dumb that they believed them to be real.” That the funny farms are extended to everywhere can never be more visible when a “mind” can be made tiny enough to puke up brainwash like that.

There is nothing normal or good about being led to act against yourself. First the mind and then the body is being raped to become a nothing. Would any sane being care about our foes if they knew our Gods are real? I know that nobody would care the slightest. We will find propaganda in writings aimed at the Gods being just imbecilic; still it leaves a mark for the weak in mind that get easily affected by words. Most can believe only what they are capable to understand, which is perfectly understandable… What we do not know of we cannot really understand fully. That is why there is a teacher for these things.

Life in this world is a defending of our afterlife. It is of importance that the reincarnated are awakened to who they really are. That means that everyone around them has to stay informed and not drag them down. Some of us that lived in Truth and Honour in a somewhat grand past do little to hinder the degeneration of life around us here and now. It is hard, we will be worked against for a while, but our silence would be our death. We know deep down that life is a harsh reality set by ancient rules that if understood right is the highest good. We know who our Gods are.

What matters is what people are on the inside and have knowledge of. To sit in awe over ancient times, buildings, works in metals, clothes or other objects, no matter how great some of it is, cannot be of any major interest now. Our life is more of value than any objects. There is no reason to sit and compare a culture against another culture, as some spend their life with, as it would never prove anything other than it partly came from the Gods work here. We know that already. All the high cultures are pretty much equal. I was in a few of them back in the day.

Life is somewhat static. Some of the Gods will continue to exist. Sadly the highest and best Gods will all die, leaving life here after Ragnarok with the “second rate Gods”, but at least filled with some first rate people. The War of all Wars will continue to be fought in every moment of life no matter what.

I would of course not say anything at all if I did not know that the Gods exist. (People that still are affected by propaganda against the Gods or national romantic paintings and such are clueless to what the Gods are. They just have images in their mind that are not real.) The Gods are here in this world again and I am one of the few that know this as a fact. I am glad that the new time will not be up to my somewhat rambling words to prove… (My English could be a little better as well… My Swedish is excellent so go and learn some if you have any complaints.) Anyhow, it really has cost me dearly just to reach this point in time where I can give out some basic information in a few articles. They say that this world is never thankful for your efforts; this world needs a change.

No matter what I say, or what you might think:

Truth is here to stay and it doesn’t pose.





Där trädan låg tillgänglig i åratal

gnistrade kallaste nattstenar; kallar

inne i hultens snötäckta mörker

innan natten växte all sin frost klar


Åskådar kvarlevorna sänkta ner i blodet.


(Mina intensiva dubbla blickar

skvallrande om tidigare liven,

minnes övertydligaste spåren.)



Följer min längtans omöjliga krav,



vilken aldrig någonsin omfamnar;

hugger hjärtat som tänktes hårt: Min grav.


Och all min skönhet är nu död, liksom er,

vilken i allt er så förrycker och förtrycker


Saknar mig. Min längtan är botad.

Finner. Sker. Odlad.

Är ny mognad Essens.



Släcker ner mina sårs lidanden

och vaknar, innan skönheten dör, igen.