THE LAST STRAWS
THE LAST STRAWS
ODIN IS THE ANSWER
Nothing of real interest is happening in this world.
For a few years “the less in knowing” ran around in fear of the coming of The High One. Now they have started to think that nothing at all is real anymore. That this world keeps getting dumber and even more worthless every day must change. Nothing new under the Sun?
The New Time will come. The Gods are real. (To feel I have to add that The Gods are not any of the numerous speculations might obviously be beneath me and even life in general. Still almost everything in life is beneath me at this point in history…)
I do have these answers for you:
If you understand who Odin really is, then you will have the answers to several questions that the low are made unaware of.:
Who rules this world, where does humanity and the high cultures come from. And,… there is much more.
(Any fool trying to obstruct these simple facts is a filthy liar and have absolutely no rights to any kind of life here or anywhere.)
ODIN IS THE ANSWER
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ATHENS EXTRA
Photos from Athens. The village of the dead owls.
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TWILIGHT SPECIAL
TWILIGHT
TWILIGHT
TWILIGHT
TWILIGHT 4
TWILIGHT 5
TWILIGHT 6
TWILIGHT 7
TWILIGHT 8
TWILIGHT 9
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ATT TILL LIVET TIGGA
Kvar vid en längtan stannades våra famntag kvar,
i döda ord, tryckta mot åkervätan att vägras gro
(Ta vår kärlek ur irrgarnets svar på nattsvärtad mo)
Våra ljuvhetsstunder sökte förgäves efter sina fästen
ty hårt vid ruelsen tänker hoppet oss här ensamäga
(Solkat och färdigtärt hjärtan i torften tvingats ligga)
Det är mig ett okärat hån att återspegla:
Att till Livet tigga
Har väntat,
skimrat oss fast i stoftets hjälplöshet,
vägrat ointagliga murarna, ställt livlek,
befallt oårens ovisa olust en ändlighet:
Att brytas hårt och gravas
Dröjer här
Lärd Död:
Livet smittat genom sitt tärande
Har talat ljuvat ― Rört ett nära skimmer,
samt; Värdigt hatat
Köld,
älska vårt avsked
Värm upp marken.
ATT TILL LIVET TIGGA
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LIVING ABOVE THE ILLUSION
Ever had the feeling that life at the present is a big set up, especially made to work against your will and anything good happening in your life? What if that was correct and not just a feeling? Welcome.
I could tell about my life and the different shades of negativity and darkness, the strangeness and bitterness that life brings here. Nobody outside those who know would believe it, so… Later.
I think daily about a multitude of things that I should do. I have to start making some goals here in this worthless life that surrounds me, right now. Or later.
TRAVEL
I have been around the block a few times. Travelling is what you do when you have no life and wish to imagine that you are doing something with your life. I guess it is all pretty much the same everywhere in this mono-cultural world, that of course call itself multi-cultural… This upside-down-world breeds the most dumb animals, and if you think that “things just happen”, then you are one of these victims. I pity you. Let me define what culture is. Later.
I hate to travel. Carrying around stuff you need. The strain of being forced into meeting people you would prefer to see dead. The waiting for planes or buses and the smelly rides. Travelling is like eating a huge cake that taste like crap and it is full of fat that you have to work the rest of your life to get rid of. Was the sunset in that vacation spot worth it?
PRETTY PLACES LIKE ME
To have everything and not being able or permitted to use it. Can anyone else imagine that frustration? Ah well, beauty is all our eyes need to survive another day. I tried this for a longer period: Avoiding everything that was not strikingly beautiful. Almond trees in bloom and a stunning landscape helped me with that. Not a good idea. Still, I have done a few things that I knew was less than good ideas; like trying to live like a homeless for a period some seven years ago. The list is small for these private tests on life and reality, and it does not feed my need for knowledge and insight enough. The wages are not enough. Everyone would hate me if I did not try to be more human, so there you go. Love me tender.
BURNING NOTES
Things have been so slow the last two years. To think about being creative and producing is a start, but when it halts there…
I love this world, but this present illusion is not this world. I LIVE ABOVE THE ILLUSION. That is why you hate me. Love me. Later.
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BLOOD TRACKS
Think of faded traces of blood in the woods
turned into dust
in a final kiss of grey
*
Two footprints under the grass
Two dead at this place again
*
Our eyes still remain
crowned over perfection
for we kissed the lack of death
and put stone on thistle
*
Awaken,
seen in wounds
Heal,
we heal
STONE ON THISTLE
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BOOK BURNING TIME
BOOK BURNING TIME
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I ÄNNU ETT HÖSTFALL
Dröm mig i rönnkransade Höstskogars dagrar
där skimmer fastnar invid sovande gärden
medan en bräckt imma famlar, lyfter ― Stiger
Och ett mjukt regn sveper ― Vårdkasen väser
Färdas dimhöljd
Snart det randas igen ― Igen
Vakar tassemark, leker med torrat lövrassel,
äter mina tistlar noga och skänker leenden
nedan lidna dagarnas grådask skyar speglat
Och har ensam fastnat ― Där Tiden stannat
De nästan obemärkta vågorna i bergsbäcken
lyssnar när vid de ljuvande regnstänken,
åser skogen glesnas i sakta takt med Hösten
och visste att löven skulle falla här ― Igen
Färdas dimhöljd ― Spårlöst
Snart det randas igen ― Igen
Når ett arlat kärr i slött lövfällande,
härinne får friden smekande mildra
Du, Höstmark, är Dödens vilsna järtecken
Och strax hördes Vinternattsvinden ropa
I ÄNNU ETT HÖSTFALL
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THE CYPRESS. TRUTH AND ETERNAL LIFE.
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CYPRESS WITH RAINBOW
Reblogged.
I might add that there is no such thing as “eternal life”. Should be obvious. Still, the cypress lives on through the Winters without change. Truth and symbolism differ a bit sometimes.
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