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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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I ETT TIDLÖST

Klarvaken.

.

Tar över gryningen,

sparkar runt nere i strandbrinkens sand ―

urskiljer en grålada stå bland sommarens ruiner

.

Stiger upp på kanten till en ännu sovande stenbro

när en liten forsärla flyr iväg med ett slocknat skri;

nästan ohörbar i vårt samtycke till tysta vindkast

.

(Det sårar att vara så bottenlöst utsatt för misstro.)

.

Det skär till hårt i min inblick.

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Trist. Är en alltför lättsårad; en inåtvänd snarstucken,

lurad till att träna mig balanserad; plågas hudlöst,

vara en sårbar och samtidigt undvika hårda sårnader

.

(Har alla såren kvar och nattar min fägringsdröm igen.)

.

Har ovårdat mig till att komma ner till andras likhet;

att envist sättas på undantag som en okänd egenhet

Men…, det ena ger ändå det sista ― In till ett olöst

.

(Var kvar i en sent lagd höst, i ett nyckfullt ― I ett tidlöst.)

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Äntligen hugger smärtan klart.

.

Det är sent.

Gitter inte gräva mer i murknat trä nu.

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Klarvaken.

I ETT TIDLÖST

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VID FASTSLAGNA MISSTAG

Kom när vad det hela innebär.

 

VÄNT RÄTT ÄR VÅR VERKLIGHET

VÄRMANDE ALLT SOM ÄR VILSET

OCH KASTAT HIT RÄTT OCH VIST

VRIDER VI HÄR OVISST VISST!

 

Känn väl rättad orsak och verkan.

 

Släng dig ner rubbad åt de rubbade!

Slakta ytliga betraktelsernas slöjor!

Slå mynt av olösliga grumliga tankar!

 

Ska ni tigga här om att bli dödade

så kommer ni aldrig att bli nekade.

 

Sällan orkar framtiden innesluten fullföljas när

sävlig dumhet på grönbete, i sin dödade glädje,

säljer Ödet till en närmast ofattbar aningslöshet

 

Stärkt återvänd blir återfunnet

ställt bland villkorens alla ogräs;

ständigt mellan sällsynt och… Inget.

 

Gott att tydligt se vad tomheten visar

där minst ovilja mot blir mest vilja till

 

Du är nu vad det hela innebär.

VID FASTSLAGNA MISSTAG

 

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SOM YXHUGG

Här är en stenbacke av bortplockad sten.

 

Där är en lutande lada insamlande redan uppätet.

 

(Allt ändå åtråvärt likt ett glömt minne av ett ljus utbrunnet.)

 

 

Den frånsprungna nutiden ställd utan svaren

till sådd utan skörd i ett underligt samband

vill i Tiden söka: Frihet efter döden.

 

Viet vet vad Äran åstadkommer, medan Livet;

sist och slutgiltigt är mest till illa dolda syften.

 

I MED ONÅBART ATT NÅ! TA SISTA STEGET!

 

Var en hållfast med tillhygget Klarhet och Rätt

och fyll på med tålamodet, bryt här ner lidandet!

 

VAR VÄRLDEN EN KVARHÅLLEN NJUTNING! LEV DIG MÄTT!

 

 

Det inleds. Inkliv nutiden med något oerhört:

 

SANNING.

SOM YXHUGG

 

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DÄR SKÄRVSTENAR STÅR

Val är sten på blommor

eller blommor på sten

NI DÄR! Följ mig hit och med på snirklande myrstigar

fortsättandes ner genom ängsmarken; just denna Vår

vilken omgjord med smältvatten snart rinner över i…

 

Sommaren, gick förbi återkastande andra små sommarminnen

här uppe på enbackarna och åkeröarna; nere vid bäckarna

vänder vi famnen runt rödlysande fullmatade smultrondiken

 

Vattenspegeln slumrade fastnad vidare nere i sänkan

med barret och dammet simmande på Så sött retande

 

Vi ska se att osynligt lyftas skärvstenar där bakom gläntan

av tungsint härdade i varje vrå Ändå lekande

 

Vyerna är här tillåtna vara oss vidsträckta,

åtkomliga, åt oss hastigt infångade innan…

 

Hösten, dofterna runtom blotat trä och svamp i fuktig mossa

från ett tystnat gömsle där ett endaste löv har klamrat sig fast;

följer sann livsglädje på upptäcksfärd efter sevärt; oupptäckt.

 

Det mojnade medan ån tystnade till nedanför åsen

och bredvid mig satt en froströks täthet i ett leende;

i sina snötyngda Vintergrenars vintervackra sken

 

Vi hemvänder inom Jordmånen!

Vi slår fram våra år i bergen!

Vi bryter åder!

DÄR SKÄRVSTENAR STÅR

 

 

 

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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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DETTA ÄR HALVA STIGENS LÄNGD

”Du, du var knappast i någonting ljuvligt fylld,

 alltid en så villrådig och blygt inväntande.”

 

Och dagen…

där solstrålarna drömde sig genom hulten

och finner något tänkbart värdigt min vilja igen

 

Och natten…

när våra tårar tog famntag runtom skönhet

medan tiden vissna ner i vår nattstilla trygghet

 

Kommer tystlåtet trevande i gäckande år,

likt livgivande skuggornas uppresta syner

famlar i ljusets alla nattsnår

 

Fastnar. Ett nytt dystert, gistet ögonblick här står…

 

SKYMD! Är ett hindrat ljus, så tvinande…

Skyggande… Spelad inför mörkrets sken.

Skingras. Nedriver det sammanbrutna.

 

Fortfarande dricker brutna blicken solskenet

och väntar genom det smeksamt flimrande ljuset

 

 

(Fick här stå över ett kast

i en olöst rörelse ovilligt ljusmålad

ty detta är halva stigens längd.)

DETTA ÄR HALVA STIGENS LÄNGD

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RESTORING WITH THE ORDER OF LIFE

RESTORING WITH THE ORDER OF LIF.

Welcome to some more awareness of reality and what we all in the future will be.

Without at least the basic Knowledge of the Gods and the Worlds existence, there can be no such thing as freedom, or anything valuable in life, to be found here in Midgard.

We are near another new time and it will come to leave us with nothing close to the current state of this world. All illusions will die and life will be worth living. We will need to practice a zero tolerance for anything less than Truth.

Our cultures, or rather the ruins of our high cultures, will be restored. The high cultures, that is the only cultures to be more precise, have extraordinary Knowledge within them: True might and Life itself. In this present lack of the most basic cultivation for the majority of humanity; the Order of Life will take over.

What matters first in all human life is to find the Gods and then yourself. There is no chance for you if not with the Gods. We are not animals roaming the woods for food and shelter without any system to it. We are not animals following deranged lies from a fake “god” that wish to exterminate us. We are children of the real Gods in a system that was structured for protection, survival and our progression; the higher Life itself.

When Truth about human life here is so clear to see for anyone that would care to look at history with some common sense, even though it is hidden for the large part, then there must be something seriously wrong with people. To just settle down with explanations like: “The Gods are not real, they are mythical, so we say… People in the old days were so dumb that they believed them to be real.” That the funny farms are extended to everywhere can never be more visible when a “mind” can be made tiny enough to puke up brainwash like that.

There is nothing normal or good about being led to act against yourself. First the mind and then the body is being raped to become a nothing. Would any sane being care about our foes if they knew our Gods are real? I know that nobody would care the slightest. We will find propaganda in writings aimed at the Gods being just imbecilic; still it leaves a mark for the weak in mind that get easily affected by words. Most can believe only what they are capable to understand, which is perfectly understandable… What we do not know of we cannot really understand fully. That is why there is a teacher for these things.

Life in this world is a defending of our afterlife. It is of importance that the reincarnated are awakened to who they really are. That means that everyone around them has to stay informed and not drag them down. Some of us that lived in Truth and Honour in a somewhat grand past do little to hinder the degeneration of life around us here and now. It is hard, we will be worked against for a while, but our silence would be our death. We know deep down that life is a harsh reality set by ancient rules that if understood right is the highest good. We know who our Gods are.

What matters is what people are on the inside and have knowledge of. To sit in awe over ancient times, buildings, works in metals, clothes or other objects, no matter how great some of it is, cannot be of any major interest now. Our life is more of value than any objects. There is no reason to sit and compare a culture against another culture, as some spend their life with, as it would never prove anything other than it partly came from the Gods work here. We know that already. All the high cultures are pretty much equal. I was in a few of them back in the day.

Life is somewhat static. Some of the Gods will continue to exist. Sadly the highest and best Gods will all die, leaving life here after Ragnarok with the “second rate Gods”, but at least filled with some first rate people. The War of all Wars will continue to be fought in every moment of life no matter what.

I would of course not say anything at all if I did not know that the Gods exist. (People that still are affected by propaganda against the Gods or national romantic paintings and such are clueless to what the Gods are. They just have images in their mind that are not real.) The Gods are here in this world again and I am one of the few that know this as a fact. I am glad that the new time will not be up to my somewhat rambling words to prove… (My English could be a little better as well… My Swedish is excellent so go and learn some if you have any complaints.) Anyhow, it really has cost me dearly just to reach this point in time where I can give out some basic information in a few articles. They say that this world is never thankful for your efforts; this world needs a change.

No matter what I say, or what you might think:

Truth is here to stay and it doesn’t pose.

 

SIGE, ORDER OF LIF, 46 (A KYR ULV)