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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

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ÅTERSE LIVETS HJÄRTA

 

Vaktar timmarnas skiften; deras byten: Mitt byte.

 

 

Dimtäckt ― UPPVÄCKT!, stiger ― lyfter sig Gryningen

snarvaket öppnad i de genomlysta skogsrummen

 

och hela natten saknas ― för en stund, ― igen.

 

 

 

(Oro biter ― en tyngd dröjer sig kvar.)

 

 

 

Vandrar upp Stigarnas åldrade, inbrända, årssteg,

 

står uppå blommande åkeröar,

lämnande mina falnande fotspår

 

och infångar slitna tankar ― när sagt i hjärtat klarnar, ― kvarstår:

 

Livets hjärta, våra hjärtan; är födda mognade.

 

 

Så återvänd, kom ni vilka lyssnat, känn kvalen renhjärtade;

på hat och glädjes villkor här tillåtet att ömt sammanfogas

med sorglösa ― kanske sorgstinna, upplysta Solens färdvägar

 

 

Är överbevisad ― när dina kårar kryper kalla, ― om du vaknar.

 

ÅTERSE LIVETS HJÄRTA

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AS AXE BLOW

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!

 

 

It begins.

 

Enter to the present time with something monumental:

 

TRUTH.

AS AXE BLOW

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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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SIGNALER.

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SED SE TIDEN

1 SIGFRIDSSON – SED SE TIDEN (FRONT)

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NEW YEAR!

I reached my goals for this year when it comes down to showing up with some productivity, granted be that it was for the most part writing as far back as seven years that went into small print and production. I also managed to reach post number three hundred and got over five thousand followers on this blog/homepage. And, I started up www.asatruth.com again with a dozen posts.

The two books I made this year with my translated poetry; AS ONE and HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD has been read by a few thousand and understood by too few, they will of course be read by many more; and much more interested people in the future. I also did a book in Swedish with poetry; I KLARHET     IMMA (IN CLARITY     MIST) and I had my second photo exhibition under the name 1 SIGFRIDSSON; called DUSSINFOTO (DOZENPHOTO). As my grand finale for this year I did the magazine: NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) that gathered some of my articles, naturally I found some minor mistakes here and there after it was completed…. O! I continuously avoid perfection. 

I’m rarely as productive as I would like to be so I’m pleased anyway. (Honestly, I’m a bit humoured by how I always wait so I can start up from zero with everything I have done in my life. It has to do with that I would get bored and leave it if I didn’t keep it a bit shaky and interesting until final day of production. It gives it that unique one of a kind touch, perhaps or perhaps not… I can always fix it in the mix some other rainy day.)

I still buy and sell a few books, records and other crap now and then on the internet. I find it curious that many believe that I must be a “fan” of what I “trade” with… Trust me, I’m not a “fan” of any junk-culture. As far as I’m concerned it can all burn and be erased from this world. Why do I even touch it? It keeps my mind occupied a few hours here and there every second month or so. Maybe I just need a small hobby to avoid going out and stabbing people? (By the way, I have stopped with this small trading, I might sell a few things once or twice more…)

Earlier this year there was some goofy literature magazines that complained about that I gave them material through e-mail without treating them as very special individuals, as they all are so important that I just have to send them a few words each for their magazines that I would never read, at least not without puking. Why send them anything then? It is merely for spreading my material around a bit. I really do not wish to be in any of the junk-culture magazines. I have stopped sending out material altogether now, not a copy was sent out of NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL). I might send out something in the future, but I doubt it. (I might become forced to, for some reason or another…)

You know, if the world was perfect then I would sit and dream and write aesthetic and fragile poetry all day long. I would have some peaches with cream and some cold mineral water and then go out and smell the forest after the rain in the Spring/Summer/Autumn. Etc. I do not sit and daydream as the nightmare of the present reality in this world will take over in a few seconds… Now there is a Winter… I do not have any papers to write on… On the positive side I do have some cream in a can… It is fattening.

I figure that I’m now about 0,001% of what I should have been some twenty years ago, that is slightly depressing. At least I’m on the map for the New Time and that is more than most who lived in this sad middle-period of time have. Next year will be mine.

I will raise One fulltru-glass on New Year as a first, last and always.

 

1 S

NEW YEAR!

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ON ROSECOVERED SNARES` PATH

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,

turns around,

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