CULTURE, HERITAGE AND OUR WORLD’S HISTORY

Suffering and death come from what you don’t know.
Know this: The foes have systematically broken down our world and eagerly striven to work against The Gods might and rights. The Aesir’s remaining heritage has in all times been The Culture and a higher humanity, but this costly heritage has in this world hard been fought against and have thereby not been able to hold all of this world cleansed and united; in a healthy and fully good life in the War of all Wars.
The life-giving Culture is humanity’s inheritance and is found in all Folk and parts of the world under different names: This is our plight and right to live.


OBVIOUSNESS WILL WIN!

The foe has in the War of all Wars acted with horrifying, for every sane being completely unthinkable, inner and outer defilements against millions of beings in our owned world and this is happening in the highest degree in all filthy societies and often so openly that it seems invisible for the most naïve and ignorant. Rules that once were set in the War are apparently not working in the present where many don’t even realize that “information” can be misused in the false light of “freedom” and think that they are intelligent enough to outwit the foes propaganda without The Knowledge…
Truth is that our foes manipulating attacks in the War lead with cold calculation onward to several genocides and revolting crimes which they wish to lead on is for their “self-defense” as well as other nonsense down there in The Illusion: The false and loathed “monotheistic-ideology system” that parasite on our countries in this world; traps the ability to think into meaninglessness with a slaying passivity or active self-degrading and sucks out all it comes near. Thereafter comes a ruthless shaping of inner and outer defects with harsh usage of the naïve ignorance.
Current and over-explicit are among other things the well-known nonsense-conflicts aimed towards the rotting “Western world” with many terror attacks and crimes where the underlying cause is to get Folk around the rotting “Middle east”; where several in The Middle-period has had their lives thoroughly defiled in the foes Illusion and are set in pitifulness, poverty and tragic retardation, killed before these get enlightenment and their right and real Gods and can be rehabilitated to be worthy humans. The foes’ profit from this and other terrorism against our world is that the Folk are torn down; killed or forcibly moved, and can thereafter with ease be used as the foes’ weapon against other Folk and thereby are these used Folk beaten down. Just like that practice those without honour their unmanly acts of warfare.

“Viet will always hinder that the foes’ practice and spread their inner and outer filth against our world and force the thrall-bound to become their weapons.”

The War is about the rightful might and is equaled with the “cultural murder” against The Gods and humanity lives in The Culture which encompass that they who lost “the warrior culture” have been shaped to unmanliness and dumbness, our Gods traditions have been counteracted and “taken over” with words and are shaping perversions, in large has the Knowledge close to been crushed in large parts in our world and survival itself has been passivated to a suffering suicide.
Viet will always hinder that the foes’ practice and spread their inner and outer filth against our world and force the thrall-bound to become their weapons. It is in whole an unimaginable and extreme suffering that sadly still reach to and scorn many millions of people every day, in every moment, without that these even have enough of sense left in them to be able to realize this; as it is hurtful for their false self-esteem and would disqualify their defect “choices in life” and ridiculous “world views”; that should take a few days to clean out if they woke up and started to think for themselves. But instead these suffer hard in meaninglessness and self-torture and await their fate worse than death for their whole lives instead of being normal and live in the truth regarding their self and reach up to Life. Fact is that these fooled; this world’s forced to be deranged and perverted, follow after what they by the foe been lured into is highest and that they also have some kind of unpayable guilt to our foe, and alike groundlessness that are too dumb to wish to discuss.
As well is the fact that our foes’ filthy fake-religion-ideologies; that nourish the scum’s false hope with a scornful comfort, has by the foe arranged a temporary and weak protection under “freedom of religion” and likewise nonsense, instead of rightfully be forbidden too early. We know that the foes’ thralls have the psychological egoistical “gain” in that they have been fooled that they are set above as they are bought in the lie about that they will manage to survive and live on in another world after the War of all Wars; and this unfathomably enough regardless how wrong, pitiful and filthy the foes’ defect sect-training is, and accordingly they themselves in Reality are… Anyone who gives our foes any kind of support take part in their collective fake-identities and has thereby part in the responsibility for the already committed and presently occurring genocides against humanity and all of the revolting attacks through the foes junk-culture with controlling thoughts in a brainwash which try smoothing over it all as “fun and harmless”. A being like that can us only be seen to be incurable scum which thereafter will be rewarded with all that our honest repulsion and our cleansed love’s hate can manage to bring.
Anyone who still hasn’t managed to understand to what purpose and reason our owned worlds foes should so desperately wish to hide their low and filthy heritage and lie about their plan should have their answer clear and overly clear: They are our foes.

THE FOES’ HISTORIANS

It has been produced unthinkable large amounts of false “information and proof” against The Gods remaining basic and truthful answers to our world.
Our foes’ meaningless non-religions and consciously defect ideologies have with its comically wrongful “theories” about our lives source screamed out of their massive propaganda as if that could be about obviousness’s. This aims a daily undermining and deadly weapon against the presently warped societies and against humanity as a whole.
(We know all too well that the foes want to claim that The Gods and Viet wrought apart their filthy scribblings; something that in the foes’ wishes would encompass that they shall be seen at least in words could be partly “innocent” to all what they have done against humanity… As if their stolen existence and stolen words could hold any value in our world. All can by the foes still be counteracted with empty words, which soon will get its unsuspected solution.)

“If one does not even know who oneself is, so can there of course not be any possibility to any normal honourable behavior or any real self-esteem, or even to reach to the minimal that is demanded every human for their own survival.”

The often clumsy manipulations regarding our world’s history; that of course circle around to prevent The Gods and our own lives only inherited reality, controlled by the foes down in the lowest “spirit world”. Non-truths are manufactured and placed out in the conscious purpose to bring forth a hidden and overtly clear murder weapons against our awakened consciousness and thereby against our lives. If one does not even know who oneself is, so can there of course not be any possibility to any normal honourable behavior or any real self-esteem, or even to reach to the minimal that is demanded every human for their own survival. Lives which are undermined by the foes lying are passivated in the War and are sadly completely worthless.
Viet have in vain searched after to counteract the false history writing that now is controlled by the foe from their unwanted and with violence settled temples, unwanted governments and other such filth in these non-societies, something which the larger part of this world have been tortured under since hundreds of years back. The false history writing gives a twisting and leaving out of history, it misinterprets consciously or is steered on with the aid of those ignorant in a long repeating line, forming false illusions that become to memories to carry around for the naïve, and much more that makes a lot in existence in our world filthy, uninteresting and dead. That either history writing or science can reach up to “the hidden knowledge” and “The Higher Art” with any kind of “empiric proof” is a matter on its own.
(It is not my given or wished for task to collect our world’s history with all its life-giving and glad occurrences regarding The Gods several new times in this world and much more. That matter is left for others. My given and taken on task is to support and show much of the already passed and presently occurring; and at the same time be teaching the current and near age some general realities in my own chosen way and thereby take part in leading forward the forced transition period; that will thereafter take us up to The New Time.)

THE LAST WORDS GOODNESS

Viet have clear sight and Truth as weapons in the War of all Wars, and inside our Tru and Culture there is since long enough with Truth given to all beings to freely be able to understand Reality and take their steps away from their lack of might.
The solution is the simplest imaginable since the higher and real humanity first was brought in to our world: The Worlds, The Gods and humanity exist. After that insight there is only One path to wander.

LIVING THE SEASONS

I live in Scandinavia where the changes of the seasons are clearly felt and are very visible. All seasons here have their charm; we have all heard that said a few times. As well as the words about that the season we prefer mostly are the one we were born in, that could be for some… My seasons of choice, or choices, are the late autumn and the first half of winter. In general I like to overdress myself, cover myself a bit, and I like being active just a little bit to keep my temperature.

In my teens and a bit further on, I lived in the center of towns and very rarely went out to visit any forests. I found the seasons in the towns I lived in to be a nuisance and the summer was mostly too hot and dusty, all the winters were too cold and dark, ice annoyed me when it was hard to walk as it had been snowing and then frozen with hundreds of people walking it rough and rugged…

I always look at trees, any tree I will glance at with an aesthetic mind. The ugly buildings everywhere and all the sick people are painful to my eyes, but trees and their changing will always soothe me. It took some time to really get to know nature again, through the years after been cut off from being one with nature. I felt that nature was just not paying off any effort given in material goods, I pretended that I didn’t need any kind of spiritual connection in the pitiful life I had… I have since then lived secluded and very close to nature for many years, walking and taking photographs and enjoying the different seasons as they enter and leave; to the point that I actually got bored of it all. Still, it is in my senses and I live with the seasons.

LET ME SEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS

Let me be in all the days

where wild strawberries are attached to straw,

where lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades

and my chanterelles glow yellow from the groves

 

Let me search for four-leaf clovers

Let me gladly drown the sorrow

and become the real in me

 

Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover

Let me create four-leaf clovers!

 

LET ME!

 

Remaining here was this heart

in its anciently dormant well

to retrieve, open and carry

 

Raising myself

 

Letting me newkiss the wetlands’ sun-warmed cloudberries

in the wilderness where the deer’s dances nightly with elks

while these stars in this night are set guard over the sparks

and the rowan berries solemnly sail across the forest lakes

 

Raising myself

 

It takes a while before the veils bend down

 

 

Gone

are dusted membranes

*

 

In all my four poetry books I’ve had a theme that runs through all the seasons. And, I lived within the changes in the seasons for around twenty years. I needed to stand in; to live in each season to know it and then embrace it into myself for love, comfort and Knowledge. I truly did sense the nature and its seasons change: The flowering of the almond-trees and the taste of wild strawberries, the autumn-leaves falling beneath painted skies, all of life in its different shades and aspects, the gentle flower-filled meadow in the summer. Then again, the beauty in the seasons through nature is far from everything that holds value in Life, but in this world today, many minds clearly lack the ability to be one with nature.

 

WINDSIDES

Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,

like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises

and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared

 

The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)

meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps

 

(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)

 

In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again

and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey

 

(Enough about that.)

 

Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning

and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the dusking

down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies

was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) thaw drinking

 

Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds

where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,

while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:

At precisely the right time beams of the Sun broke in over the district

The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)

and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river

 

I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days

before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows

 

Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,

together with the rain teared down with most broken branches

 

 

Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.

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I know that the two poems above are quite loaded with imagery, and that was part of the point and perhaps their sole strength when I wrote them a few years back. It is a pressing on, a forcing down of an overload of images, to compress the beauty I saw and wanted and then stressing that very beauty against the senses. We all have to live without that much beauty being present in everything, and we also need to fill ourselves with a clear understanding of what beauty in nature through the seasons give to our lives. Or, we will have next to nothing in our life outside ourselves and egoism when we live in this world. Seasons? I’m all in for it.

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LIVING THE SEASONS