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AWAITED (VIDEO)

Published in the collection called; AS ONE. Turn on caps. (I am fully aware that this is low-technology aesthetics. Too good for TV. As in everything.)

 

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TO ADJACENT MEMORY

The most obvious for the wolf will stun the sheep.

 

Watching a killed winter sprout frozen in crap

thus recognizing the directly born down to be grave embraced

 

The poor young woods, now be they thick or thinly grown,

in a dingbat condition turning to their defiance

wherein withering itself takes all time; their crown…

 

Vulnerable,

so enigmatically agreeing with hardest experiences,

grown upon a boulder with the roots visible all around

of false conclusions; doubt, aversion, sorrow, weakness and miseries,

therein words mostly can offer up some old half measures for pity,

barely just enough to flatter with;

weak in Reality

 

These fully daydreamed danced on a night old ice ―

grossly favoured products so freed from virtue,

hold freedom in hope

for pitiful saving after evil deeds,

for youth’s dumbness wastes youths fire away

 

Real friends! Wounds come to be before suffering

and is rarely covered by the fact that done is done

where it is fought after to eat the thistles

and being most qualming thrall-food rolled in dirt;

there death will never come too soon

 to-adjacent-memory

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TRU KNOW TIME (E-BOOK)

TRU KNOW TIME – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE II, 47

NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE II, 47 – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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THE CURRENT STATE OF ASATRU (PART II)

The period of time that now has passed since the Gods last well-known time in this world is about eight hundred years and it was led in by none other than Sigge Fridulfsson who took over large parts of the world. For clueless people that really have no idea how great this was should study it closely. The Gods will return as said and promised then.

Now. The Seven Gods are here. Then there are some others that have been reincarnated around the same time that can spread their names and purpose by themselves, when and if we so wish. There have been many problems with this New Time to manifest in this world this time, and I do know the main reasons. Few people know of the Gods reincarnations as a fact and if they say anything about it people will refuse to understand as that would mean they will have to change their life, become real, grow up and take full responsibility for their life. One could say that they are trained to prefer to live chained in filth, fear and death by convenience instead of living the Gods Knowledge; life and freedom. Dumb? You bet.

We are all in the War of all Wars, as stated several times here and there in my articles, and this is very basic knowledge that has been around for thousands of years and it really is extremely ABC for any human to at least know that they descend from the Gods. What should we all do about it?, as some are quickly to ask as a reflex. First we should really understand what this actually encompasses: We have a world here owned by the Gods. We have the people in all countries that all of them still have some memories and full proof of their heritage. We have a filthy foe trying to make believe anyone following the Gods to be evil, non-existent and crazy, all at the same time…

We have ourselves and this world really is ours to own together with the Gods.

The Tru to The Gods has come a long way in their understanding, meanwhile large parts of humanity is still left dying in their nothingness. This is a major problem for humanity, or do you really have an opinion that could be any different? We are all pitiful beings, right from the highest to the lowest, if we are alone by ourselves and without might to be ourselves.

Life here is not a mistake or a gift. Life is for gaining our freedom in the War of all Wars.

STRENGTH AND VALUES

To build a real value and worth, never again by just imagining ourselves being valuable is here to stay. I would say that in the full Reality there is one value and one ideal that is acceptable for everyone and naturally that is as a warrior: Having strength in mind and being Tru to the Gods. To stay informed and educated about what matters in life, be it as a reincarnated shaman, a muscle type, a real intellectual, a caring giver and helper, when we have the same aim; then it is our Life we grow.

I do hold contempt and hatred for many today and that is not without very good and real reasons. We are under siege by beings that use people’s minds to murder them. We will now have to leave our foes dead and beneath us, at any cost. That is the somewhat easy part; getting our normality back into the world to stand by. Of course, many brainwashed will believe that our rights and any real common sense is “extreme” and “evil”, and their sickness will for some prove to be incurable. That is not a huge problem as it will just make it easier to sort out the defect. Should these defect minds be hated and killed for helping our foe and attacking us and themselves? Certainly.

For people saying that this and that is not Asatru… Well, listen close now; any of your opinions cannot be valid if you lack true Knowledge.

JUNK

No matter how convincing our foes can become for the ignorant we must never give them back the current situation that that they can be leaders in junk-culture, media and these temporary governments and other forms of rule that now is just prostitution. Our foe still has some power and it was mostly built on controlling people to believe that he has all the power… As well as forging history and pretending to be above or equal to others when in fact he is the lowest scum that exist in the Universe. Without any of you being controlled here there is not much power left here for our foe. His power here is through the dumb and sick people and they will all die like parasites always do when there is nothing to suck on.

I really have rights to uphold against the infesting scum of the earth and nothing can change that fact. I do not care what propaganda our foes use to appear as they are the greatest and most beautiful in everything, and that is a truly ridiculous lie that must die. WE are ONE.

 

THE CURRENT STATE OF ASATRU (PART II)

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HARSHLY TURNED INWARDS

Have seen through life and little is left me unseen.

The Now, is since long seen, already hatched,

to its very last drop a home-birded and tired.

Time,

there presage moved gifted unexpected possibilities

in the false promises that are ripped apart inside by the miraged

 while just running away from the latest cancelled occurrences…

But, still…

awoke to something unreachable and desirable in me,

as it would be a life without any words, rich with other than trash.

At long last given here entry to an Enlightened New Time;

an age where the new pen cease being so meaningless and mightless.

Wished deeds step onwards. None gets away.

Hear a last warning filled with severity.

All is altered.

INFÅNGAT! 6

HARSHLY TURNED INWARDS

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THE HILLSIDE SMITH SECRET

Sleeplessly resting in a fragile hint,

so alike a water circle offers shallowness;

sighted shortly and withheld; so moving

 

 

Tracing then the water in the forest-creek down to the river.

 

Waiting here. Observing with a careful watchfulness.

 

Counting everything musingly and cultivating my freedom.

 

 

Honour is never anything other than right; wise and truthful,

unthinkable to therein search after any hidden motives.

 

 

Sleeping safely next to the hillside smith at summer-dawn.

 

Relief comes when Life again will be enough.

 

Letting fastidious be me reasonable and healthy.

 

 

Opportunities, the now’s possibilities avoided me steadily

and persistently bitterness bites memories sown,

cock-sure and clearly; in benefit for worthlessness

 

 

But, I have a prevalent advantage in clearest excess;

 

I am foresighted on the Holy Path Home to Valhalla.

THE HILLSIDE SMITH SECRET

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THE UNTIMELY

Want to save this moment from escaping,

for it is irreplaceable ― irresistible ―

almost unsparingly fair ― undefiled

 

 

Calmed, by misplaced sun warmth

(the betraying), to take myself a freod filled moment

 

(Wholly and fully as a dumb animal who right away,

instantly forgets, when a little heat reaches to look in.)

 

 

Trees, continuing the raining, in a well-aimed loan

compounded with sighing, home to its certainty

 

Woods, slayed again on its leaves, on its flowers and straws,

molded to clouds and soils service in a secret

 

 

There was something well-known…

 

about all this helpless nuisance,

this here too barren established;

that Life become Death’s only joke

 

returning to soon be the lost

 

 

And while burdened steps cry away the dust of the road

the pouring rain fills an already overfilled water keg

THE UNTIMELY

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HANGED UPON WISHED FOR BRANCH

Heaving up the trashed and torn roots

right here next to the old gallows pole hill

 

 

 

Dig inside my soil.

 

 

 

Every glance is taken like a last solidified picture;

 

Released with the dew-drops in a morning haze.

 

Autumn’s shrouded leaves flicker.

 

 

 

(Daylight in its rising counts itself as old annual rings

finding me in the uncertain emptied; filled with real need.)

 

 

 

Time continues

 

 

 

To willful use for the eye

meets the entrance by the edge of the woods

where soaking wet leave mounds glimmer

 

from the same dawn to dawn enclosed

 

in the greyed trees, the bluish skies

watched and awaited; Time continues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Juniper bushes, which stood on the slopes

treads on the longed for forest grounds

up the duskily pine-needle filled paths.)

 

 

 

Feel the presence.

 

 

 

Harshly appears the cold ways

denying cloud covered days,

which felted all my time here.

 

 

 

The wind hisses bodefully.

 

 

 

 

(Out-witted as an autumn-adorned branch

taken down with the now icing night-wind.)

 

 

 

 

 

Hear me clearly; Time continues.

HANGED UPON WISHED FOR BRANCH

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WHERE STONE SHARDS STAND

Choice is stone on flowers

or flowers on stone

 

YOU THERE! Follow me here and step on meandering ant-tracks

continuing down through the meadowland; in just this spring

which now remade by the meltwater runs over into…

 

Summer, went past reflecting other little summer memories

up here on juniper tree hills and field islands; down by the creeks

we turn our embraces around full-grown wild strawberry ditches

 

 

The water-mirror slumbered stuck further down in the old hollow

with its pine-needles and dust swimming on after― So prettily teasing

 

We will see invisibly lifted stone shards there behind the glade

by saddened hardened in each corner ― Yet they’re playing

 

 

The views are here allowed to be us stretched far and wide,

reachable, for us hastily taken in right before…

 

Autumn, a scent around blot wood and mushrooms in damp moss

from a silent hiding-place where one single leaf has hanged itself on;

following true life-gladness in search after worth seeing; stainless.

 

 

It died down meanwhile the river silenced below the ridge

and beside me sat a frosted fog denseness in a smile;

in its cold and snowfilled winterarms winterfairest shine

 

 

We return home inside the soll!

 

We strike forward our years on mountains!

 

We break Earth’s veins!

WHERE STONE SHARDS STAND