But you, come here and right me to gladly become your wrongs.
Taking swings with swords aimed at your neck.
Slaying now your words without hold.
But you, with your head off you will shut it by yourself later on?
Killing all the insane’s dreams.
Killing doesn’t trouble me mentionable,
worse would be if this wasn’t done, with One,
for in the unknowing nothing is learnt
except for a piece of meat that will die.
Fully fooled will get killed
with the aged and worn inscription:
KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE
But see! This went uncurtailed home to nil experience.
Content with digging up justice for the unjust bastards
and want a grudge in being worst animal for pity.
(In a contemporaneously; hear the stinking retards
scream lies about their own attraction and full dignity.)
Have here emptyhanded freed the cultivated,
have in haste dug up violated non-years as they sow:
BELIEVE WHAT YOU KNOW.
But, that which is unwanted drags down that which is wanted:
scum rave so usefully and pigheadedly,
letting vexed be and very quickly search for more.
Lying unconscious and conscious.
Striking at life with a weak: “Possibly”,
to always use as an approvable excuse to throw:
KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW.
who tear up easier by your executioner’s songs
than your own imposed and legitimated sorrows, listen:
we do know that our world is decayed and everywhere raped
with control: Shaping defect normality’s, guilt unpaid.
You, it was done all too easily, that now must be said…
Let me now with sympathy mention something Obvious:
Refuse waste solace on what is hopeless.
Initiate immediately to work for The Choice and now;
KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.
NEW TIME IS HERE.
It is most certainly not a hidden secret, or for many anything that can be forgotten that the Worlds and the Gods exist. This is the most repeated, and at the same time the clearest answer our world’s history has to take care of and offer our lives. The only Knowledge that always gets claimed impossible to get affirmed is left for humanity more clearly than anything to see. The most likely and the only really valuable for us all is true.
The New Time that soon will emerge, or rather re-emerge, is one in the line of the Gods’ reincarnations that like a law and rule again will continue shape our world. This time, this must be mentioned, this has been much harder to manifest as the earlier reincarnations of “The Seven Gods” failed to show about four hundred years ago. Anyone who would search for the Knowledge will clearly come to see simultaneous changes that have occurred during thousands of years back inside the people and our Culture in all parts of this world. These mildly put revolutionizing occurrences left traces no one can continue to ignore or cover over with any kind of manipulations.
The Knowledge and the traditions real functions and use will be brought in to a new reminder. With this follows the re-established, improved and repeated renewal of this world. The forming of the high cultures and the correcting recovery of the Knowledge, or sanity if you so wish, are undeniably essential need to humanity as the only possible way back to a healthy honour and dignity in life. The consciousness about the Gods’ existence is also the only self-defence for humanity’s survival. (As always these very simple and clear facts will be fought against in all conceivable ways in the War.)
Ignorance is a deadly weapon and the strongest inner foe, which already done what should be completely unthinkable in all countries; inside our owned societies. The War of all Wars works itself in the open and hidden with certain people, or beings if you wish it mentioned like that, who are mostly unknowing tools where the little parts of Truth they do know of is close to nothing of worth for these; the foes’ shaped and used scum, seeing as this would comprise the fact that they are nothing and lack all rights in our world. We are all forced and involved partakers in the War of all Wars, which to sum it up is about the Might over our shared existence: Our life or our death.
This world now looks mostly like something made to snare anyone that searches after Knowledge and freedom, but this is an illusion aimed at the poor in Knowledge and that state will soon be a bleak memory. The possibilities with using presages in order to prematurely arrange after constructions are being used to the maximal and have shown themselves to be a weapon of unparalleled strength. Undoubtedly has Viet suffered severe defeats long enough, but we now have the greatest gain of truthful; real and working presages until Ragnarok. We must all hold our lives awake inside the Knowledge about the Gods and the War, as there is no choice to be made.
Beyond our Gods that can protect us there is only filth, dumbness, suffering and a final death.
Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.
There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.
(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)
The surpassed present time is without real answers
and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection
Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;
last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief
IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!
TAKE THE FINAL STEP!
Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,
and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!
BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!
NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!
Enter to the present time with something monumental:
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.)
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.
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.
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.