The higher consciousness is inside the fundamental Knowledge regarding the Gods and their Folk and the heritage that leads us all forward to our united aim for victory in the War of all Wars. The War is always at work; now mostly cowardly intervening in everything that can be found in this world, and as most very well know of: The Gods always work after the highest and final results. The Knowledge will be the durable state in the New Time; to which all of humanity gladly will stand.
The foes, certainly not undeservedly known as our parasites, have long dedicated themselves with triggering Midgard, so that the awaited return of the Gods and humanity’s New Time could look as if it’s a revolution against their parasitic work… Furthermore they wish to make this coming return of the Gods in this world as painful and incomprehensible for humanity as they possibly can. Their plan with their continuing slaughter, and that undeniably almost inconceivable degrading of people in all parts in this world; is to force the unknowing parts of humanity to remain down in their forced upon retarded state. This is sadly how awkward and undignified the state of this world has become and this is the cost an all too large part of this world got paid after being thralls beneath the foes constructions and filthy fake religions for hundreds of years.
The coming scenario with extreme pain and hatred coming from the insight over how the people of this world have been fooled and forced down will we be able to counteract for most, since it fully will be redeemed manifold with the returning of the Gods and our New Time.
THE PUNISHMENT IS LAW
The old well-known thefts of the Gods’ names and the attempts to dirty down our holy Tru have been used ruthlessly inside the still continuing demeanour of people’s identities, identities which often have been made into garbage by being named after the foes themselves; that would be after the undeniably lowest beings that sadly still exist. Know that the foes parasitic thefts can never be called time-honoured and for nothing be left alone with a dry and backwards narcissistic verification as if this was not to any of our concern. It’s at the very core a consciously planned and extreme defilement of our own lives and our life-sustaining honour. To sit silently and “accepting” the foes’ dirt shows an incredible resignation leading further into mental deficiency. The foes’ fakery with ridiculous “religions” and “ideologies” are considered by the most brainwashed to be in a constant and unshakable condition which you are forced to be guided by; in spite of that it lacks all of our rights and the true and sane Reality.
The foes’ lies will need to be exterminated in our world if we are to live in healthy societies and gain our own freedom. The retarded state which is forcing us to “accept” a non-life down in the foes’ faeces; such a living is truthfully heart-breaking and death would be, mildly put, much prefereable.
May our foes’ manipulations be exterminated at any cost. We will never forget or belittle the crimes against Viet in the Middle-period.
With the self-evident insight we share in the fact that the foes never can hide all of their crimes; nowhere near to enough of their committed crimes against our world, and their long thought out purpose is to try escaping our hate and our rightful All-might here. What now remain for us is to act with might before anything else. Parts of Midgard have long been consciously planned to be set in the worst imaginable self-defence just in time for the return of our New Time. This means that now even the high and moral principles healthy humans already own must immediately be relinquished and fully replaced with the far higher moral principles that the War of all Wars now demands from us.
We have already judged the responsible for these close to unimaginable crimes with all rights that exists and it is high time to deal out punishments on a larger scale. It is safe to say the foes now will pay the full price for their filthy crimes against the Gods and humanity’s shared rights. Any moron, who will let it shine that the foe acted in any kind of “self-defence” and because of that would become close to innocent to the extreme defilements and mass-slaughter on large parts of our world with crimes so gross and sickening that it impossibly can be formulated without becoming ill, that moron should not only open its eyes, in such a case it is necessary to get hold of a set of functioning eyes immediately.
The lower the foes try to set the Gods, the lower beneath the Gods they are to be seated themselves. This will clearly, and not without a certain comical effect, soon come to show… That dross had their strongest card in their parasitic talents and their survival in denying the Gods existence! How insane this sounds to us; large parts of humanity believed that their Gods don’t exist!
Up until Ragnarok the Knowledge is the only path that can be wandered in freedom in all of the worlds. The War of all Wars includes all of humanity and any other kind of choice to live does not exist.
The War has given us the Warriors of our world.
Time is now to sharpen our swords and our names to all our rewards.
The Gods might over life and death will remain here.
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.
Bonus, den fyra år gamla affischen från min tidigare fotoutställning i Delphi:
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.
Weedbundles to catch
Nettles to eat
Blindfolds to carry
Walls to bury
Life to sort
In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved
sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane
while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug
Un-astute unwieldy ― Wretched,
grubbing in exchangable Nothing,
not unlike stinking and staring cows
And hardships small bread crumbs look good in darkness’ corner
while the very finest scum oink away to their babble songs
Retards demand to equal eachother to live furthest down
in clutching after cheap thought-jewelry and life-pettiness
Misgrowth is dug up ideals: Meaningless crass experiences
But, unclean will remain being Gladness’ most rare guests
Weedbundles to throw
Nettles to grow
Blinfolds to burn
Walls to build
Life to sort
How embarrassing you have become,
your scent too near the madhouse
sings its sorrows without any good motives
What wisdom has cannot be used
when what wisdom lacks is asked for
From the remains think yourself clean
and take the heart freed from words,
for the thoughts upon your path
where no one wish for to wander
crawl down in the ground
where nothing can grow
and carve ruins of the years
to a paltry salary
in shadowlike kneeling,
in self-effacing moaning
Clean tears fall only in words,
consolidated under vanity´s shelter
where they have loved with barbed wire and mockery
to a great thrill for all our words´ tragic handouts…
Words to the sting, given joy filled lust,
to wishing wells´ finalized completions,
made to participating, present answers
Near the Altar of Fate nailed to remain.
Most alike the believed picture of you is hailed,
or creeps down to another backlash reaction
and becomes its own conclusions´ executioner;
slanderer, and eventually the own wills whore
therein depredated flesh from the thoughts sit
as harrowed, in ridiculous unpalatable qualms,
hailing spilling, tearing down inherited rights,
while monarchy and democracy lie stupidity
upon a conspiring and deranged slaughter table
under imitation, unwanted shiny residues,
showing the highest heights´ devised murder
Spring water in swamps will swamp water be.
Tillåter stillheten att skärpa och vidga synen. Övertydligt.
Skänker upp intensivt nära ögonblick.
Tänker verkligen inte omständigt sträva nere i intet. Aldrig någonsin stanna i närheten av slöddret; de tveklöst och ofrånkomligt sinnessjuka massorna. Kan omöjligen röra vid någon som helst del av fiendens fullständigt lönlösa och perverterade illusion. Vägrar traska i, bredvid, under, eller ens en bit ovan det värdelösa.
Är alltför verklig, alltför egenartad och godhjärtad. Men, är ännu av nöden och för omvärldens tvingande skull kvar ett tag till som en något självpåtaget naiv… Har varit fastsatt i ett tillfälligt för länge… Men nu…
Mår ständigt illa av all slags nödtvungen beröring med de som är utanför Gudarnas hägn. Är äcklad av att se eller höra de strandade kvar i den kompakta efterblivenheten dessa blivit nogsamt lurade till att kalla normalitet. Så maktlösa och störda, närmast bortom alla försök att kunna återbeskriva. Håller mig utanför era ovidkommande föreställningar, bortom den teater av ruttnande död där nu ”insikter” är lika med tragiska felslut, eller som bäst bara tomma ord.
Och blindnässlornas sting bränner åren svårt
innan Vetandet stampat hållbaraste mynten…
Parasiteringen, alla stölderna och fuskverkens hopskrapade vapen gjorda av ord är insaltade till att här plåga folken med, dessa dumheter blir till förnedring; klena ursäkter till liv lagda i smuts och efterblivenhet. Och utanför, under samhället, kryper parasiternas ”gud” ledande sin egen ohyra; dessa tillverkare av dussintals defekta generationer vilka tränats i att efterlikna fiendens inre orenhet och själva bli till äcklande parasiter. Straffsatsen och del i ansvaret blir tyvärr identiskt när de drabbade, de milt sagt defekta i sinnet, tar någon del av fiendens identitet. Verksamheten med hjärntvätt ledande fram till manipulationer, massövergrepp och slutligen massmord i vår värld är ingenting någon ska kunna blunda inför. Döden, därefter lidande och slutgiltiga döden, väntar dessa. Detta sker oaktat vad någon fått sig inbillat.
Från sötman tagna tigger böjda under slagen
där döden gnager djupt i redan hålögda
och tvångsföder kväljande misstagen.
Ack! Om jag blott och bart vore en bitter. En normalt misslyckad, allena och oönskad, som bara råkat på att genomskåda högst uppenbar problematik i världens låga lager och snubblat över fiendens stinkande trådar vilka sitter därnere och kallar sig ”himmel” (SIC!) och drar ner de sjuka till sitt träck. Alla dessa övertydliga och självklara orsakssamband vilka klarlägger hur Striden är, vad som skett och sker, kommer att möta Ljuset.
Vore jag en slags sådan som vill tro sig själv vara den nya normen för världen att följa, då vore jag personligen mycket, mycket lycklig. Det vore onekligen en skön dröm för mig att bara vara en något högdragen och inbilsk, personligen… Så simpelt är det inte, tyvärr. Är fortfarande, ett tag till, någonting så otänkbart för många att kunna förstå, något i stora delar okänt bara Gudarna och själva Livet alltid älskar ensamt och högt i vår värld; En av många reinkarnerade krigare med Vetandet intakt.
De goda delarna av denna värld; Viet, de Gudatrogna, ska bli allt som finns kvar av mänskligheten i denna värld. För oss här är Midgård mer än bara en av Allfader Odins världar.
Spåren fram till Asgårds portar har aldrig ändrats.
Vetandet styr Makternas liv vilket ger Världarna viljan till Livet.
Vänta en kommande vapenstorm.
Ny tid kommer. Slutgiltigt.