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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)

 

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INNAN SKÖNHETEN DÖR

Där trädan låg tillgänglig i åratal

gnistrade kallaste nattstenar; kallar

inne i hultens snötäckta mörker

innan natten växte all sin frost klar

 

Åskådar kvarlevorna sänkta ner i blodet.

 

(Mina intensiva dubbla blickar

skvallrande om tidigare liven,

minnes övertydligaste spåren.)

 

 

Följer min längtans omöjliga krav,

 

Den,

vilken aldrig någonsin omfamnar;

hugger hjärtat som tänktes hårt: Min grav.

 

Och all min skönhet är nu död, liksom er,

vilken i allt er så förrycker och förtrycker

 

Saknar mig. Min längtan är botad.

Finner. Sker. Odlad.

Är ny mognad Essens.

 

 

Släcker ner mina sårs lidanden

och vaknar, innan skönheten dör, igen.

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1 SIGFRIDSSON – HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD (POETRY E-BOOK)

After most of these translations have been sitting around for five years, I finally got it somewhat together.

 

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TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

 Taken years wander around, 

too Bored with day and night

.

The wind hisses,

newly kindled stars gaze

.

Hugen cuts after, in me,

while clouds ignore and the birds swear

.

Are then waking the night in vain

and fathoming the moonbeams

over this bloomed out meadow

.

Surrounded traces of this life 

become gladness itself to a shimmer,

which runs 

through its ground base

before hope is expected

and avoiding

the formed heritage

where inaccessible turns,

waiting, Calling, waiting

.

One inside all the Light in here is played;

hearing wind whisper itself amongst leaves

in front of this awaited death duty plight

A rare functioning love insight

.

.

.

BLISS!

LOVE!

NECTAR!

TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

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INVIOLABLE

Poured in a few warming glances for sweetly rare memories

to carry away, pity gone by, to enclose this inviolable,

yet get to sense those wet summer meadows caress my legs,

to catch the calm wind close to the corner of this stable

.

Dreamed,

I am everywhere down here called a dreamed

.

A hidden,

inside indecisions; the seasons rake me in as gone

.

Glances of Life linger on to remain inside the bitter hurted

and to guest the old property as if this life still was alive,

as if an unknown mist hanged on to this very Life perished,

as would my life still remain in Life as my own Life

.

(Coldly clear. A partly unhinged wooden gate creaks wind,

opened unto a forgotten yard whose remains can be sighted slightly.)

.

Leaned over wooden boxes filled up with potatoes and carrots,

smelling in filled bags with mealy apples in the foyer cold

which all lasted as long as Winter would hand its permission

.

(Frost stricken. The gravel path glimmers its fragile floes,

small stones set inside the frozen sand did glisten still.)

.

I am snared sorrow-wise, bilious, mild-eyed, fragile and lost

like the last apple shined witnessed left on its winter branch

sees this year’s harvest of autumn leaves beauty rolled in frost

.

I stand ended,

alone left unarmed against unreality’s gruesomeness

.

Sidling up to the charcoal kiln forgotten by the region

in thinking of friends’ swords drawn out from the field below

.

Underneath the darkness,

fresh laid snow mounds in a blue bleak winter night

.

.

.

Brewed afterglow:

Dead stars’ cries of regret in the night

beneath gleamingly lingering daybreaks remain ―

Unreachable

.

INVIOLABLE

INVIOLABLE

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GROWTH OR BE DAMNED

The filthy flour is milled bitterly

down among the Aesir-betraying scum

Blood-letted, wronged, all that is foul!

Truth forgotten, all high forced to dream!

.

Imitate not the dead eternelles, you sorrowseeds!

Raise not your tearfilled voices to a false comfort

around those soiled words of impermanence

Quelled spikes shall die! DIE! DIE! DIE!

.

Lowest are brought here through the entrapments,

and when Good intentions is missing; will flicker dead,

parasites impose themselves not trustworthy symbioses,

excruciating, in denial of Holy Knowledge with an empty spite

.

We all participate in this Fated battleground

The War continues for Odmade against doomed 

Condemned breathe; but have nothing for it

Condemned die,  for their will does it

.

OWNERSHIP IS NOTHING YOU CAN HAVE 

MIGHT STAND YOU NOT TO FIND HERE

.

COME NEAR THE NEW TIMES REAL DEMANDS 

MEET A WORLD WHERE ALL CHOSEN IS KEPT 

GROWTH OR BE DAMNED IS THE CHOICE LEFT,

AS WE ALL KNOW THAT RAGNAROK IS NEAR

GROWTH OR BE DAMNED

GROWTH OR BE DAMNED

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LIFE IN MIGHT!

COME WINDS! STORMS!

COME LIFE IN MIGHT! IN BLOOD FROM BLOOD!

COME TIME’S FORCE ― MIGHT OF ODIN!

.

THE GODS ARE LIFE’S AND DEATH’S RULES

ALWAYS PRESENT HERE AND SET ABOVE!

.

DENY THE FRIEND-ROTTEN LOATHSOME ALL WORDS!

HEAVE AWAY HIDDEN IN DREAM AND EARLY FOR NOTHING!

LET THE TRUTH MUTE ALL OF THE DIMNESS AND DOUBT!

VIET OWNS MIDGARD ALONE AND WED IN LIFE HERE!

.

THE WAR IS TEARING ― DRIVES FORWARD A FINAL REVENGE

AND BLOOD WETS THE BARK ― RUNS IN THE RIGHT TRACKS!

.

WE ENABLE HERE TRUTH, HONOUR AND RIGHT!

WE TAKE HOME LOVE, FREEDOM AND MIGHT!

THE LAW IS THAT WE SHALL BE WHAT WE ARE!

.

COME TIME’S FORCE ― MIGHT OF ODIN!

COME LIFE IN MIGHT! IN BLOOD FROM BLOOD!

COME WINDS! STORMS!