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WHERE THE DEW NEVER DRIES

It was in a time before silence was altered ―

just as daybreak came walking across the region
while cloudshadows swept onwards ― observing.

And the world set ― in Dumbness; uncountable scars
where excessive junk searched of ways to be charming…

(Myself? Wandered free there the dew never dries
and all of Life’s paths showed forward to Odin.)

We vaguely remembered safety and honestly owned excess,
real life in beauteous honour ― a longing home to Asgard;
to grow well rooted value only Goodness could bid Us.

(Obeying my steps. Leaving the bare ground opened traces
in time before the first snow will return as a threat.)

Skillfully, surely all too well, Truth answers:

“Tear down any seeming solace ― it is venality: Death.

We have foes to correct; to pay our plight, in our sight,
for naught stand more fairer grown than killed lies in life.

Let shatter the nightmareyears. Give Truth to hate and cure.

BE HONOURED! MIGHT AND GLADNESS! SET YOUR LIFE’S ROOT!”


THERE THE DEW NEVER DRIES

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SUNBRANCHES

Firmly risted in hidden recess until Ragnarok.

Fetching yet another unlovable stretch to love:

Branches in wait here, all too dead calm
before, as foretold is; We can gather to the mould
as love’s owned and dying breed: Caught,
while sea mist rises inside the birchleafrains

The leaves down in the slush dampen hard steps.

The lacking; root to crown, severely drains this world.

But, wilted flowers recall that they won against darkness!

WE ARE HERE! CAN NOT LOVE OR BE LOVED ENOUGH!

Welcome, to our rich camp’s unity
there Sun will hand us his friendliest reverence
from forestkissed skies freed from uncertainty
inside of dusk and dawn, dear Light of excellence!

VALUABLE LIFE FINDS THE HIGHEST FUTURE,
SO HASTEN ― STRENGTHEN NEW DAYS ON THE PATH!

RIGHTS TO CLARITY ARE THE WORLDS’ SOLVED ANSWER:

THE GODS WILL REMAIN!
SUNBRANCHES

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RECOVER LIFE’S HEART

Guarding the hours altering; their changes: My prey.

Fogcovered ― AWAKENED!, rising ― Dawning now lifts itself
swiftly roused, opened in the lightsoaked halls in the forest

and all night is missing ― for a moment, ― again.

(Worries bite ― a burden lingers on.)

Wandering up all the Path’s aged, burnt in, yearsteps,

standing upon flowering field islands,
leaving by my withering footprints

and catching torn thoughts ― when spoken my heart clears, ― to remain.

Life’s heart, our hearts; are born matured.

So return, come you who listened, know the qualm cleanhearted;
on hate’s and gladness terms here allowed to tenderly intertwine
with the lighthearted ― maybe sorrowfilled, enlightened Sun’s routes

I am proven ― when your shivers go cold, ― if you wake up.RECOVER LIFE_S HEART

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FORDABLE PLACE

Blowing down powdersnow from a pine branch
onto cold, light grey shadows; in the wilderness

(The verge of the ground a reminder of Our gathering.)

Gently gave Water and Wind Life to the cloud
meanwhile snow journeyed in a concern to remain
upon forest hills stones; to be glanced towards the edge

(Finding Now in the stillness,
in a fleeing movement:
All gone and awaiting time.)

Somewhat hesitant break runnels through the ice,
somewhat insolent, asking: When do We reach Home?

This so grievously lovable clarity’s Winterglade
is surely leaving its Answers in the abstruse
alike streamcaressed stones over the creeks have stayed

in the frozen years

Demand our new freedom, as all other time is stricken.FORDABLE PLACE

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AS WORN OUT SHADOWPLAY

Listening.

Remembering aged forestshine
Rainstrewn patterns
Wet leaves caressing the ground

Treading northnight.

Walking paths, learning the craft of wordless validity,
through the moon’s vividly painted forest-shadows
over this sweet silence and wilted leaf soil

Remaining. Now in a dawn without words.

Standing beside the edge of the woods as a secret,
as tired, failed and forgotten glimmered lumber
where sorrows always are in a temporary frozen

Remaining anyway. Stuck.

I am forlorn-embraced,
all too roughly ripped from this tearing uncertainty
unbeknownst my frail wild-strawberry time returned
and placed itself furthest away from un-necessity

Freedom?

Lingered on here under these lovingly sailing clouds
while these charming wild-strawberry in the green
stood helplessly faired in appeal after forgetfulness

NAUD

Cure: Life and Death.

SHADOWPLAY 5

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MORE THAN LOVE

 

Seldom do futile words about love take on a living,

but leave in defiance its new ruins everywhere.

 

Listen in here carefully now, sneerlife;

Wrong in the head gives wrong in the eyes.

Right in nothing own rights to nothing.

Shut thereafter kindly your slow snout.

 

Advice on advice writes a starving harvest

wording a wisdom stolen from nonsense

wherein tiresome words are endowed pity

so like raisins showing the full grape vine

 

We know all too well that been and had are us a wretch to harvest

so keep all your filthy, wry-legged and weakmoulded words

where all regretted ”love” always takes its way home to be hated

 

Hear the laughter at your comparing of mutual infantilities to be sane

and find you thereafter that the will to your wrongs are missing here,

furthermore that more than love is not a mystery; The name remains.

 

Rip from its hold

that cleanest emotions have here too hard been used up,

that the fairest scum creeps in line before foulest!

 

Rip from its hold that suffering and death stand all near!

 

Take to its hold

that Honour will outshine petty survival,

that only Truth does own us in real Beauty!

MORE THAN LOVE

MORE THAN LOVE

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DÄR DAGGEN ALDRIG TORKAR

Det var innan tystnaden ändrades ―

just när dagsranden kom gående över trakten
medan molnskuggorna svepte fram ― iakttagande.

Och världen låg ― i dumheten; de oräkneliga såren
där oskäligt skräp sökte efter att vara intagande…

(Själv? Vandrade fri där daggen aldrig torkar
och Livets alla stigar visade fram till Oden.)

Vi mindes vagt trygghet och ärligt ägda överflöd,
äkta liv i sköna äran ― längtan hem till Asgård;
att rotfast Odla värde endast Godheten Oss bjöd.

(Lyder mina steg. Lämnar barmarken öppnande spår
innan den första snön snart återkommer som ett hot.)

Skickligt, säkerligen alltför väl, svarar Sanningen:

“Slit ner skenbara trösten ― den är falheten: döden.

Vi har fiender att rättas; botdräpas, i blickfånget,
ty intet står mer fagerväxt än dödade livslögner.

Låt skingra mardrömsåren. Ge Sanning till hat och bot.

VAR EN ÄRAD! MAKT OCH GLÄDJE! SÄTT DIN LIVSROT!”

DÄR DAGGEN ALDRIG TORKAR

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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