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NEW YEAR!

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 www.asatruth.com 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

NEW YEAR!

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NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL, ISSUE 1, 46)

NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL, ISSUE 1, 46) PDF

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

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RESTORING WITH THE ORDER OF LIFE

RESTORING WITH THE ORDER OF LIF.

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.

 

SIGE, ORDER OF LIF, 46 (A KYR ULV)

 

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IDENTITY AND IDEALS

I lived my life for more than a decade without clarity in my identity and my Knowledge; without much of any thoughts about ideals or truth, for forced upon reasons. I might as well have been dead. I did not have any kind of ideal in mind at all and to explain away this would be insulting to the current and normal low-life; if that could be insulted, for I did not find much in anyone or anything I could admire, or just find any kind of “respect” for.

The ideals that I now hold, again, since close to nineteen years back, are based on what I recall from past life’s experiences: Truth, honour and my name. With side dishes as gladness, strength, knowledge, intellect, you know the drill. All values that can be found high and tasty will make the plate. I will true that it’s much less costly to just live inside these ideals and not walk around as too much of a “normal weirdo”. But, the strength to live these; for a real human quite average ideals, when personal will and lust for anything readily available in the current society is made into brainwashed garbage is nearly impossible.

I hate this controlled, fake and sick society that our foes control more than anyone can imagine. And, I would rather cave in than feed it in any way. We all had to live in this period just before people will get their minds back, and we sure do have problems now with the collective mindset… Should I make a list for you? Many listen to the tune of; “Others think this and that”, and are thus led away to become accepted as part of being “normal”, and since a long period ago it is a killing joke. Also, when blindfolding Life to never see or live beyond what words can hand over within them to feel or understand, then there is a huge problem. Reacting strongly to these words, or not at all? That really is of no concern. Truth is always pretty and everything we got. Know it. Go and live it. Words are nothing if never lived, as I’m sure you know.

I am from Uppsala, which is the strongest place there is for identity in this world, being the place of Odin and the Gods since way back in time. But, as everywhere the identity “on the street” is taken from days and times gone by. When I visit or live in my hometown, every now and then, I see people that wish to have their identity shared in some way; most notably have some part of the Viking Age and walking around in “Old Uppsala” to gather strength and honour from the last time real humans could be the normality. Any strength and honour shared from a past that would transfer without having any strong and active belief in the Gods; or even knowing what bloodlines, or even down to what Folk they are part of, is unlikely to give much. (Some of us of course know from other sources where we belong.) Anyway, this kind of identity reminds me a bit of the “We went to the moon-thing”. I remember hearing this motivational reminder a lot in school when I was younger, so we all had to think back sitting in Apollo 11 and looking out the window back to earth and then stepping around on the moon… Do you remember doing that? “We” invented all culture and all inventions; “We” even invented our own forefathers the Gods… “We” are really great then. I wish. To take identity from the highest and greatest imaginable is nice, if you truly know what that is, and you actually have a real part of it… “We as humans”; and that is a quote, have what we are and do.

I met this woman that had been acting as a völva, sadly in some seriously warped belief in how a völva was supposed to act, at some tourist spot up north. After that she had “understood” that she actually was a reincarnated völva. This is nothing to doubt. People are helped to find other reincarnated people they can give or get help from in the Oddest ways. Ideally and in reality a völva is a holy woman that is kept pure and untouched by people, her inherited gifts are to foresee time and make remedies from herbs, and other things to help. We met once and walked around a few hours, with a mutual friend, and visited old burial mounds, a cave and some other places up north. These women spoke about these places as if it was their ancestors in the burial mounds. It was mostly Sami and Scythian remnants, which people that live there now tend to “forget”. Not that it matters greatly today as all the old “northern” tribes are a bit mixed. That is what spitting in the same bucket would mean. She told me that she did not really like Odin, influenced by propaganda in a book or two, and was all for “Jord”, that is sort of “Mother Earth” in some warped sense of a “Goddess” that is “the soul” of soil and rocks… Jord is another name for Frigga, and she is not soil and rocks, I have met her a few times. It was more of a thing that this “völva” wanted to identify with a “woman”, not knowing the very basic fact that a völva, like a valkyrie, is a follower of Odin… That type of deranged thinking from this low time when some try to become what is imagined to be closest to your ego to identify with is pitiful. That “thinking” has no place in Life at all. Identities are too often taking a share of credit where there is none to be taken.

Moving on…

I would hate to be young again and only have my youth as a fake resource handed down as a present for my identity from the junk-society to live on. Being “young” is currently an excuse for behaving immature and retarded, and anything past twenty years of age can absolutely not be called young, so do not be fooled. We have all been told that; “Everything is in the mind.” I understand it my way. I see people that do nothing good at all and still hold a belief that they are important and all wrongs they do can be traced to the fault of others, and they sure can be right about that. It happened to me. Others believe that dragging others down is making them bigger and better somehow, without putting any real effort into making something of value for Life. (Do not wonder where this deranged thinking in society comes from…)

I recall that I was told to think that my productivity and producing was equal to my life. “What I do is who I am…” Naturally, any kind of productivity is just a survival tactic. I really didn’t work that hard on producing most of the time…Anyhow, I don’t want anything in life for my ego other than maybe to walk in the forest alone and feel good from rain or sunshine, write a tiny bit. That would be my egoism in full, to get by with. And, I am not alone with having a humble and modest need. Any grander thoughts I have to spell out here and there, as the slightly unrehearsed modern day shaman that I am, is for love and protection; good against evil in Reality. I do not want much for myself, and I really do not care enough to get “a common good life down in the lies”. I can easily have that. But, it is worth nothing if the world is rotten to the core.

My life is not normal by any standard; it is greater in all valuable aspects and at the same time it’s been made into a horror of bitterness. Well, to do anything right in a world that now is so wrong in most aspects, if not all aspects, takes Knowledge and a lust for life. Anything else is of course futile; a time-consuming nonsense. We need to fight the Illusion. Just clean it out and find your identity: Your Life.

 

DAGAZ

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RAGNAROK WILL COME.

Truth regarding our higher cultures and why they are all similar and appeared around the same time all over our world is easy to answer: The Gods have returned to this world to make a new age; in time after time.

This time the new time to come will be a little different. As the Knowledge of the Gods now will become proven and available everywhere until Ragnarok; and of course after that day until the end of time. Knowledge about the Gods and the Worlds will never again be given any chance to fall out of memory in our world. Any lack of acceptance for our reality will have to face undeniable facts regarding life here. This is our real freedom coming; and it will be good for the good, and never to be caught inside any tiny and useless struggles within the mind.

The fooled into believing that the Gods did not exist will of course be stunned. (I know I was in a mild shock for years, and I had the privilege to know deep down inside from my past.) For some it will be unbearable that they have been controlled by their very own foe to live in utmost filth and under the most extreme degradation. The present state of the world, outside the basic Knowledge, really is as dumb as it possibly can get: Our foe fake being his own foe in order to seize more control through others from pity, threats, a general lack of anything normally high and decent. (A tactic that obviously only could work in a completely deranged society.) These “beings” are making others do their dirty murdering work in exchange for empty promises about a pleasant afterlife. (As if they would have any care about the life for any of the children of the Gods…) It really is a catastrophe area we can see around us for the most part, and if some sane beings did not act against this behind the scenes I assure you the world would be much worse; dead and gone. It is an illusion that Midgard must have any of these “problems” that we all clearly can see and wish to avoid. This world is currently set up to start conflicts that will lead to murder; a usury of people against other people, the poor puppets in the current jokes called “church”, “royalty”, “governments”, “entertainment” and “media” etc. These are just empty vessels that are fed and led against themselves and their kin. These, these made into not caring for any higher life, honour and love, freedom and truth; are reacting strongly against anything of real value for life in Reality. And, what they are led to believe and act like in general is too ridiculous and heartbreaking to watch. You’ve heard all this before on its lower level. Now really try to understand it.

The Gods, or anyone of their low-life foes, do not “know everything”. If anyone could know everything in this War of all Wars, then it would have been over and done thousands of years ago. I am sad to say that there are some ancient set rules in this War that without the very basic Knowledge of the Gods is working against any common sense and free will. (But, rest assured that at least some of us do know more than enough for our survival.) The often expressed brainwashed nonsense that nobody can know anything about our afterlife, reincarnation, the Gods existence, past history, the future, the other worlds, etc. is laughable. This might have been handing down some petty and false sense of “personal might and control” in that senile and egoistical time we are leaving behind us now, but believe me; there are people that actually know much about this. Life at present has been seen while it was in the past written down to try to confirm, and sometimes pretending to be able to alter time…; that is this new time which will take place. Often making fake events that they want people to believe is the foretold story from ancient scribbling’s, and with this simple art of foretelling trying to control our present and our future. How futile…

The War of all Wars is not complicated to understand. The mind will follow what would seem to be accurate and plausible according to the limited knowledge of the person. To explain away and finding a plausible explanation is sadly too common and one of the greatest inner problems humanity has to finally deal with. This explaining away is one of the keys to use if humanity will grow up to become “real humans” and avoid more of their degeneration and slaughter.

We all know that dingbat narcissism and self-hatred has replaced any justified kind of self-esteem and that common sense is largely unknown in the present worldwide mainstream junk-society. There is of course no kind of progression in filth and retarded behavior to be found, as there is nothing new in the state of the low-life to be found anywhere under the sun… The consensus for “normality” is at present in a state of confusing insanity. The only way to look at junk-culture and the present state in all countries is as a sickness that shapes good people into scum, and it truly is nothing more than that.

Acknowledging the fact that the Gods have given their blood to the people; with it their own Knowledge and all the higher cultures is the only way, and I truly and strongly mean the only way for any real human life to survive here in Midgard. There is no such thing as “natural progression” in humanity to be found, not then or now, or anywhere.

Our parasitic foes now live in fear; and hard work comes from their fear of revenge. For their time is over. They will try anything to ensure their unwanted survival in this world, which, and this must be clarified over and over; they own absolutely nothing of. The current situation is far worse than most are able to imagine. In this breaking point in time there will be a crossroad where humanity as a whole will have to really grow up. We need a hard world until Ragnarok. The pitiful minds we see all around us today will be long gone tomorrow.

Ragnarok will come. Anything other than this fact is futile to work for now.

Truth will serve us well in the future to come.

The Gods and humanity will stand united again.

 

PATH TO ODIN

PATH TO ODIN

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GUDARNAS HÄGN

Det välkänt påtvingade sveket mot Gudarna och Livet självt formade den mellantid och parentes vi fortfarande är kvar i, och är som de flesta vet eller anar så långt ställt från något önskat eller självvalt för folken som är tänkbart här i Odins ägda värld.

Seden, d.v.s. alla våra liv och arvet från Gudarna själva, är bara en liten början att nysta rent i världens kollektiva samvete och historia. Många har bevisligen inte klarat av att på egen hand inse det mest självklara; Att bortom Gudarnas hägn är en människa lämnad till att vara rättslös och oskyddad. Någon hänsyn finns sedan länge inte kvar att skänka vår världs fiender och det har inte heller framkommit några förmildrande omständigheter i Striden.

Det vi övertydligt ser, och sedan hundratals år tillbaka har tvingats åskåda är; ”Den brända jordens taktik”; en plundring, ett utnyttjande och en hjärtskärande förnedring av samtliga våra samhällen och kulturer vilka ställts under ett manipulerande vilket övergår förståndet hos flertalet. I första hand har Europa och ”västvärlden” varit, och är fortfarande, onekligen mest utnyttjat och samtidigt det starkaste vapnet för fienden att parasitera på; att nedbryta och vända mot våra andra kulturer i vår värld. Det har alltför länge pågått att missbruka och söndra folken inom och mot varandra med en systematisk hjärntvätt. Denna onekligen extrema parasitering med psykiska och fysiska övergrepp mot alla delar av världen saknar motstycke och påstås samtidigt inom denna illusion vara en normalitet; en naturlighet och en mänsklig progression. Ingalunda. Inget kan vara mer felaktigt.

Denna världs förnedring kan svårligen bli mycket värre. Fienden har i förväg; innan den nya tiden inträder, inbillat stora delar av världen att de är deras ”vänner” och ”hjälpare”. Givetvis är de i fullt medvetande över att om folken visste att Gudarna existerade så skulle deras tid här vara slut. Och det är just detta nämnda faktum fienden ständigt strävar efter att dölja och söker att hindra nå det allmänna medvetandet. Det hela har nu så länge pågått och har så långt blivit genomfört att det har likt ett accepterat fel lämnats i fred som varande övermäktigt; detta oaktat faktumet att det endast leder fram till den degeneration och dess medföljande genocid vi alla tydligt kan iaktta. Att någon ens för en sekund kunnat sätta någon som helst tilltro till fiendens löjliga historier och smutsiga icke-läror bevisar världen något ofrånkomligt; mänskligheten är fullständigt maktlös utan Vetandet: Kunskapen om Gudarna.

Syftet, den så skenbart lätt utbytbara och skiftande ”planen”, fienden driver fram är att nå fram till vår förnedring och därmed vår död. De känner inte någon slags ära, kärlek eller rättvisa; annat än som ett medel att bruka till fördelar till sin egoism och defekta existens. Alla meningslösa ”ideologiska” trätor och krig, de ständiga övergreppen, allt detta påtvingande måste upphöra att hamna fel. Ty, skulden fienden har till Gudarna och mänskligheten är redan i det närmaste ofattbar.

Striden pågår i vardagen för de ovetande under ett tragiskt och smått komiskt sken av tal om fred och progression. Flertalet tvingas ner och nedbryts ständigt under träldomen till att bli ”öppna och mottagliga i sinnet” till vad de själva aldrig skulle önska sig och verkligen inte har någon som helst egen vilja till att vara delaktiga i. Dessa, gjorda till redskap, vilka inte har en aning om vad Striden innefattar; och följaktligen inte någonting alls av verkligt värde för den delen, kommer tyvärr att få lida svårt en tid under sitt uppvaknande till verkligheten och den nya tiden. Fiendens vapen består dels av pornografi i formen av välkänd och välkänt smutsig litteratur vilken de tvingat fram att nå större spridning än någonting annat på denna jord. Dessutom sprids en uppsjö av andra förvirrade åsikter och läror, de s.k. rubbade ”ideologierna”, vilka är gjorda att skenbart konkurrera med deras andra nonsensläror. All denna milt sagt plågsamma dumhet formar de nuvarande icke-kulturerna, propagandan blir efter tvång och upprepningar till slut en oreflekterad och normaliserad ”sanning” att hålla nere de naiva med.

Allt detta är till ett tillfälligt understöd för deras tre sjuka huvudläror i formen av s.k. ”monoteism”, vilket som bekant formar en extrem sinnessvaghet. (Det är fullständigt inbegripet att de ändrade ordens dolda och ursprungliga betydelser i den löjligt simpla koden de falskt gömmer sig bakom är medräknad. I vanlig ordning har de parasiterat och i stort sett förstört våra språk till detta onödiga och smutsiga ändamål. För att inte undgå att nämna det omogna manipulerandet av våra andra språk.) Nåväl, denna alltför skenbara intelligens vilken endast kan stjäla och utnyttja, därefter göra de redan tanklösa och veka till fullständigt okunniga är redan hatat av stora delar av världen, men långt ifrån tillräckligt hatat ännu. Fienden har alltför enkelt satt sig över och kontrollerat dessa slagna och tömda på vett i sinnet efter sitt behag. Men, det är faktiskt nära sitt slut nu.

Denna mellantid, med dess låga liv fastnat i falskhet och sinnessjuk inbillning, önskar Viet vara ett passerat stadium. Det vore som bekant högst önskvärt att förbjuda dumhet, särskilt när denna dumhet som råder bland slöddret, d.v.s. de icke-vetande om Gudarna och Verkligheten, är direkt dödlig. Någon åtskillnad på några av fiendens ”läror” vilka sprider runt sina meningslösa åsikter likt en vindflöjel behöver inte anställas. Resultatet blir bevisligen ändå någon slags komplett imbecill utan ett enda rätt i sig med snar död som enda hopp om en framtid. Fiendens icke-läror inom dessa skämt som vill påstå sig vara ”religion” och ”politik” etc. ska samtliga bli till vad de i Verkligheten varit hela tiden; ett intet, när Vetandet återkommer med makten till vår värld. De välkända försöken att skylla Gudarna för sina egna smutsiga verksamheter när de i nuläget har alltför stor kontroll över det smutsiga beteendet i världen, blir även i fortsättningen en löjeväckande propaganda; ställt mot det obestridliga faktumet att det är Gudarnas eget blod som brukats, plågats och slaktats i Striden.

Att något slags val ens skulle vara möjligt att finna mellan att acceptera eller att kunna förkasta Gudarnas existenser och rättigheter till förmån för detta perversa slödder vilka tagit på sig Odins namn ”Gud” och även namnet av ”änglar” osv. för att sedan låta påskina att de trots Gud, Gudarna och de andra Makterna har en slags allomfattande makt är nästan för pinsamt att tvingas nämna som en självklarhet. Minns och vet att vi strider med Gudarna mot Surt. Allt annat är nonsens.

Det Viet just nu befinner sig i är långt värre än vad den näraliggande framtiden kommer att bära med sig med hårdhet och strider i våra länder. Det blir onekligen en bris av lättnad att då och därefter äntligen kunna erhålla våra fullvärdiga liv och att kunna bli till verkliga och värdiga människor; för de allra flesta för första gången i närheten av detta, för en fri och Vetande människa så givande och självklara tillstånd. För oss, vilka levt i tidigare liv; vilket med det sagt är långt ifrån förbehållet alla varelser här, så måste just vi leda in den nya tiden. Vi vill låta denna ruttnade mellantid mellan Gudarnas heiliga tider, mest känd som en parentes i vår världs historia, vara till sorg och hån för kommande tider. (I den mån nu framtiden kommer att kunna återfinna något av dess meningslöshet och orenhet i sitt minne.)

Bortom Gudarnas hägn finns endast lidande och död i väntan.

Striden är oskiljbar från oss alla.

Det är hög tid att starta våra egna liv.

KORPAR

KORPAR

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BITTER OCH RÄTTVIS

Det är nu länge sedan mitt liv blev olidligt. Milt sagt outhärdligt. Nåväl, eftersom jag inte finns kvar i det fattbara, likt ett skogshallon eller varför inte en gräsmatta, så föder min sorg och de korta sekunderna av solkad glädje inga blommor. Kanske olikt sipporna som försvann i just denna natt och väntar ett år på att göra sitt ärevarv, men innan de kan leva igen så kommer jag att le igen. Svagt, men jag kommer säkert att le någon gång inom det kommande året. Visst, ett grumlat leende, men det räknas.

Finner högsta giltiga skäl att håna och äcklas av denna myggsvärm av smutsigaste tänkbara dumhet kallad ”samtiden” (Sic!). Ser en död fågel ätas av insekter; vilka ska ätas av fåglar. Det har varit långvarigt pågående. Ja, det där överflödiga kretsloppet. Men, luder har väl å andra sidan aldrig tidigare varit så attraktivt i en så stor omfattning som just nu?

Vi är molnens blod, rinnande

Sorg dammar i sorg

Liv är död.

Forsarna, även åarna, ja, alla vattendrag; bryter sällan fram något nytt och intresseväckande. Livslögnerna flockas, så säkrast är att ljuga ljust och glatt, så körar en käck och hålögd skara dödsdömda. Men, låt andra vara nu! Ingen vill veta något viktigt! Vi har mat på bordet, sa julgrisen! Ögonen glittrade medan hon speglade sig i andras ögon och anpassade sig efter den rådande efterblivenheten. Tänk, tänk på att inte tänka och skada livsviljan, smällarna kan man ta när man blir gammal och har tid för dylika eftertankar, peps fram med eftertryck. Fel. Fel. Fel. Fel. Fel.

Tänker ibland. Hittar tillbaka till de missade möjligheternas land. För mig var det ett slagfält. Hade trots allt, i all misären jag tyvärr är tvingad att kalla mitt liv, trenne riktiga skönheter (av dussinet existerande.) vilka nästan var värdiga mig; och om de spenderade dagarna där hade varit år hade mitt liv varit, eh… gladare. Jag vet att det är ett val, ett val att leva i nuet dvs bearbeta klart och färdigt eller förtränga sina passerade dagar och nätters olustiga lidanden. Själv förträngde jag helt mina dagar efter att de olika besvikelserna blivit till realiteter och vinsten blev sedan till förluster; och det medges att ingen är dummare än undertecknad i vardagens meningslösa, men ack så sorgligt nödvändiga, eh… liv.

Vi män, även en del av de halva männen som skönhet aldrig sett åt, söker den högsta renhet och skönhet som går att finna. Denna ytlighet är, eh… sund. Tyvärr är vi just nu kvar i det sjukaste samhälle som existerat; där det fagra ska besudlas och all verklig skönhet i ”kropp och själ” förnekas och dras ner till förmån för… Ja, det äckligaste och fulaste som går att finna, ”i jämlikhetens namn”. Det är långt värre än bara hat och mord.

Så kväljande och skrämmande,

självsäkert tar ideligen illusionen plats

och kallar sig prövande och förnyande nödvändig…

Min vegeterande tillvaro har haft sina liggsår. Som spelman var min karriär kort och omsusad. Mina världsomspännande resor blev en lek med döden, som slutade ännu värre. Men, jag klandrar bara min framtid för mina tidsresande misstag. Och fiendens orena sökande efter att besudla tar ständigt samma recept…, som om de lögner och fabrikationer de sprider kunde få fastna i Verkligheten. Som om de inte fastnade på fabrikören… Är spådd, förutsagd, lämnad ensam i farleder där skären är mig skenbart övermäktiga. Men, jag är på stranden och tänder mitt dödsskepp till en seger ingen ännu kan ana eller se. Så är min makt.

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I DO NOT DREAM IN FREE LIT MAGAZINE III

Here we go again. Third time in Free lit Magazine. The article to read is “I do not Dream”. I did contribute with a poem, but… I am not good enough anymore for poetry. Anyway, here you go folks.

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WRITING POETRY

(Reblogged, rewritten and now included in THE SOLSTICE WELL.)

A writer writing about writing. How very original of me. You can skip by this article…

I have been writing some kind of poetry for over twenty years now and I clearly remember the first words penned down that were found a little too good to throw away. After that initial shock I gathered bits here and there, and it felt natural for me to write. I had to. It was really all I had at that time.

Initially, it was mostly about my personal suffering, what I could remember bits of and get hold of at that time, with my empty hope attached to it. Little did I acknowledge how bad my life really had been and were to become… I still write a bit like that today. I guess that it would be seen as very egoistic to do that kind of self-indulgence if I didn’t, big hearted as I am, include everyone and everything within that aspect of myself. Right? Right. I was walking around thinking and planning poetry in the supposedly intellectual town of Uppsala, and later in the supposedly “arty and semi-intellectual” part of Stockholm, Södermalm, for a few years. I did write some manuscripts that took forever and three or four days to make. Later on that got burnt up in mysterious fires, set by myself. I planned on starting up a small book publishing company as I have always been more attracted to planning the “business side” more than the actual writing. I think that at some point in my life, around fourteen years of age, I found it to be smarter to let others produce the normal junk and me mostly working with their junk instead. Sadly, few people did have interest in making their junk for me to handle at first, so I had to go down the drain first… (Story of my life.)

I never had the common thinking that if I take part in anything that it would have any shared part of me. The “guilt by association”, or if good a “shared status”. That is a retarded thinking, in most cases. Of course, if I did produce something negative with intent to harm or hurt something that is positive then it would be despicable. I guess, or rather I know, that I more just liked to picture myself as a writer than actually being one. I guess most writers do, the writing is not something any good writer like to do… I do try to avoid telling people that I write a bit, not only as I have published so little, it is more about the questions that follow suite. Also, the notion that if you write you must be really smart. I have a problem with that as I’m really dumb.

I often hear that most poets are amateurs, seeing that they rarely can sell enough to be called professional writers. This is mostly from people that seldom can find anything of value other than what kind of money something can bring; in order to set food on their table. Otherwise it is just air. They might be right in a sense. Anyway, this degeneration in sales of poetry is nothing to wonder about at all. Poetry today is mostly crap that has nothing interesting to say to anyone. And, it has been that way for hundreds of years due to the lack of Knowledge, a lack of everything really. That poetry has gone even more downhill since the Second World War ended is hardly worth noticing; that is just my universal and valid opinion. All these personal scribbling’s about love and suffering, all these simple and not knowledgeable thoughts on society and life, and all that plain nonsense that is thrown around in general, it is offending to me. For those that use poetry as a dumpster, where they with great exaggeration express “feelings”, really should start to search for other playgrounds as it deeply harms poetry. These “poets” have given up on poetry as the vehicle for Truth. Now they are writing poetry for the sake of writing and posing with it as “poetry”. Am I better than these described hazards? It is a question of reference points. Most do not understand, or care, what I write, but they will.

Have the poets given up to be the leaders for their folk? Do they try to be the teachers or would that just be impossible in today’s sad state of it all? We the poets; these visionaries, these Truth-seekers, the highest thinkers, the hunters in the ultimate quest to bring beauty, real freedom and Knowledge back to this world. Is it all lost as a goal for most to at least try? Is this a fait accompli? I personally see very little of interest in verse and rhyme, it is more or less the same silly melodies again and again, and then again. Most of versed and rhymed poetry is to be read like songs for children even if it deals with death and suffering. With free verse we have another problem. It is mostly just prose in hiding. Foul and boring. Have you heard anyone complain that poetry is boring? I have heard myself say that in my mind so many times now that it’s not even funny.

Strangely enough, other forms of literature, that all at some point in history have been derived from poetry, have much more impact on society at the moment. These are trends of little significance, I might add. The form is slightly different, but the content is more or less just boring dumb junk in all literature. I remember twenty years ago when I sent my poetry manuscripts (Under a taken name, as I was not really content with my writing at all. Still kind of wished to be published though…) to publishers; that they actually told me to write some kind of detective novels, or at least novels instead. Never. I wouldn’t defile myself with low class writing like that. Ha! Never! I guess I share this with most people that write poetry. We are so proud. (Well… I did write a “novel” that took me over two years to write, and was never really completed or seen by anybody other than me. That one is gone in a fire since long ago now. It was not a sell-out… I should have kept that one. Nah.)

I do see a real future for “poetry”. A future where it lyrically will never again be seen as just equal to the often empty lyrics made for music. Never to be seen upon as personal problems voiced by the angst-ridden in their need. Not as just some simple structures to please the simple minded sing-a-long-people with. Poetry will become a strong weapon against nothingness itself. I will of course be the leader. Where will you be?

(All irony to be found here is very unintentional.)

 

POETRY FLOWERS!

POETRY FLOWERS!