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LIFELINE TO A NORMAL FREEDOM

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The New Time, with The Gods working openly or in a continued hidden presence, will mean that Reality is opened for humanity again and thereby hinder all pitifully limited and defect “world views” that gave the meaningless and wrongful “opinions” that this world has been forced to carry as an infected animal-host.

THE SAD OLD PRESENT-TIME…

The outcast scum, that is to say the lured to become non-Tru to our Gods, right now “live” on false and wrongful “ideological” emptiness made to drag down the receivers furthest down. Twisted and laughable claims about The Gods; this our world’s source and our history, as well as regarding the other worlds’ realities, are spread since long ago openly against our world in propaganda mistaken for being “knowledge and research”… The foe has at the moment forced several to unknowingly act in accordance with their tearing down and murdering activities; all the while the foes’ illegal and misanthropic scribblings unbelievably still are allowed to continue being a killing weapon against this world. In their dying outside the Gods’ protection searches the brainwashed involuntary after to get used; to be used and outcast with the highest unlikely dumbness and powerlessness that is imaginable in salary. And they do not even understand how this is done… That the occurring War of all Wars, inside and against every human being, has brought forth the most revolting acts of cruelty the foe has forced in to be feasible has since old been made to a “normality” and have given access for the foe, as well as the peoples most rotten dregs as the foe’s tools; in to the false “royal houses”, the false “governments”, prostituted media, and everywhere they absolutely shouldn’t be or should be placed in any leading position.


“The Gods are of course forced to deny the fooled and raped to attain a higher life here; or in any higher world. This is our foe’s dearest boon: That the shaped into so revolting and defect that their existences become so completely futile that they almost are equal to our world’s foes.”

The Gods are of course forced to deny the fooled and raped to attain a higher life here; or in any higher world. This is our foe’s dearest boon: That the shaped into so revolting and defect that their existences become so completely futile that they almost are equal to our world’s foes. (That the foe blames Allfather himself for their ill-deeds show with an overtly clear clarity what an outrage the fooled and dragged outside the Gods protection are suffering under. The case is too encompassing to directly be able to take into consciousness for most caught inside the Illusions snare and thereafter immediately act on with full force against our foes; this disregarding that the War is very easy to understand. “They do not want it to be true:,” has it been said. It is sadly true.)

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

The Cleansing here in Midgard will happen quickly when the insights regarding realities in this world have shown themselves. This will immediately enable a fully functional normal and healthy working consciousness; which will show what humanity actually is in its inner self; this for the first time in around eight hundred years in a global setting. The basic insight that The Gods are the only lifeline to Life in The New Time will be sufficient to reach a lifeline to normal freedom. Start there. Now.

“The Cleansing here in Midgard will happen quickly when the insights regarding realities in this world have shown themselves.”

Humanity has met The Gods and their might dozens of times in this our world. All honourable Folk and well-known higher cultures in all our parts of the world are the work of the Aesir. In the War and Knowledge the Folk knew what they themselves were and that they owned their own lives: Viet functioned according to Life’s highest rules and its own fate. Folk was in other words fully worthy beings.


“The foes’ plan is the pitiful Illusion that has its seeming escape-plan with words for different sorts of imaginable explaining away from their enormous guilt to The Gods, humanity, and not least Life itself.”

Our now remaining foes work with that in every possible way to cover up Reality. All important questions and initially plain and clear answers from The Gods have since long been misused by the foe to sheep in harmful nonsense in our world with the purpose to counteract The Gods might and kill our Folk. This is the reality we all still know of to happen right inside our own daily life: The foe has deformed this world and under the foes control all higher life are denied to exist in the mind: The results are of course misshapen beings that only vaguely suspect that something is very wrong in this world.

POSSIBLE AND ALREADY REALIZED DEVELOPMENTS

The foes’ plan is the pitiful Illusion that has its seeming escape-plan with words for different sorts of imaginable explaining away from their enormous guilt to The Gods, humanity, and not least Life itself. In falsehood cries the foe over that their weapons with diversely spread out and completely defect “monotheisms”, deluded “ideologies” and other parts of the junk-culture has been “misinterpreted” by humanity’s apparently close to incomprehensible dumbness that submits that the foes thereby stand without all guilt for the millions of excesses and murders our world received during thousands of years. Think of how lacking in might they have been and are… All the repeated failures…
Their “kind deeds” with the unquestionable unimaginable inner poverty in thought and knowledge; with all that this will mean in its resulted effects, have hindered this world’s progression and set forth hindrance for all real gladness, clean love and freedom. At all times the foes crawl forward with words instead of openly and honestly having the strength to acknowledge that they have controlled, manipulated and shaped large parts of humanity to the lowest, the most ignorant and worthless beings that has ever existed. An open admittance would of course make impossible all vestiges to any kind of might in this world. With threats paired with empty promises that are still spread around and false “love-messages”… Empty promising some kind of “rescue” away from our Gods…


“All are enlightened regarding the Gods’ existence from childhood in all countries in this world. It is only You yourself that will free our world with a solid Knowledge.”

All that the foes do are against this our world and their hatred is strong. The feeble-mindedness has become so widespread that the delusional find the foes’ filth to be “goodness”, and the reading abilities are apparently far more than deficient. The foe brags clandestinely about what is hidden in words regarding their evil deeds and take sadly a total control over many that un-knowingly carry out their wanted attacks. This is a warning to carefully listen to: The purpose of their presence in our world is to force The Gods to judge the formed into perverted away from all high and Life itself.
Why wasn’t this incomprehensible nightmare for humanity hindered? We have tried, but dumbness and brainwash in combination is hard to cure. Now it is forced to initiate with highest possible clarity as our weapon: All are enlightened regarding the Gods’ existence from childhood in all countries in this world. It is only You yourself that will free our world with a solid Knowledge. The one who does not understand the significance in this is dead for all future.

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WRITING POETRY

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A writer writing about writing. How very original of me. You can skip by this article…

I have been writing some kind of poetry for over twenty years now and I clearly remember the first words penned down that were found a little too good to throw away. After that initial shock I gathered bits here and there, and it felt natural for me to write. I had to. It was really all I had at that time.
Initially, it was mostly about my personal suffering, what I could remember bits of and get hold of at that time, with my empty hope attached to it. Little did I acknowledge how bad my life really had been and were to become… I still write a bit like that today. I guess that it would be seen as very egoistic to do that kind of self-indulgence if I didn’t, big hearted as I am, include everyone and everything within that aspect of myself. Right? Right. I was walking around thinking and planning poetry in the supposedly intellectual town of Uppsala, and later in the supposedly “arty and semi-intellectual” part of Stockholm, Södermalm, for a few years. I did write some manuscripts that took forever and three or four days to make. Later on that got burnt up in mysterious fires, set by myself. I planned on starting up a small book publishing company as I have always been more attracted to planning the “business side” more than the actual writing. I think that at some point in my life, around fourteen years of age, I found it to be smarter to let others produce the normal junk and me mostly working with their junk instead. Sadly, few people did have interest in making their junk for me to handle at first, so I had to go down the drain first… (Story of my life.)

I never had the common thinking that if I take part in anything that it would have any shared part of me. The “guilt by association”, or if good a “shared status”. That is a retarded thinking, in most cases. Of course, if I did produce something negative with intent to harm or hurt something that is positive then it would be despicable. I guess, or rather I know, that I more just liked to picture myself as a writer than actually being one. I guess most writers do, the writing is not something any good writer like to do… I do try to avoid telling people that I write a bit, not only as I have published so little, it is more about the questions that follow suite. Also, the notion that if you write you must be really smart. I have a problem with that as I’m really dumb.
I often hear that most poets are amateurs, seeing that they rarely can sell enough to be called professional writers. This is mostly from people that seldom can find anything of value other than what kind of money something can bring; in order to set food on their table. Otherwise it is just air. They might be right in a sense. Anyway, this degeneration in sales of poetry is nothing to wonder about at all. Poetry today is mostly crap that has nothing interesting to say to anyone. And, it has been that way for hundreds of years due to the lack of Knowledge, a lack of everything really. That poetry has gone even more downhill since the Second World War ended is hardly worth noticing; that is just my universal and valid opinion. All these personal scribbling’s about love and suffering, all these simple and not knowledgeable thoughts on society and life, and all that plain nonsense that is thrown around in general, it is offending to me. For those that use poetry as a dumpster, where they with great exaggeration express “feelings”, really should start to search for other playgrounds as it deeply harms poetry. These “poets” have given up on poetry as the vehicle for Truth. Now they are writing poetry for the sake of writing and posing with it as “poetry”. Am I better than these described hazards? It is a question of reference points. Most do not understand, or care, what I write, but they will.
Have the poets given up to be the leaders for their folk? Do they try to be the teachers or would that just be impossible in today’s sad state of it all? We the poets; these visionaries, these Truth-seekers, the highest thinkers, the hunters in the ultimate quest to bring beauty, real freedom and Knowledge back to this world. Is it all lost as a goal for most to at least try? Is this a fait accompli? I personally see very little of interest in verse and rhyme, it is more or less the same silly melodies again and again, and then again. Most of versed and rhymed poetry is to be read like songs for children even if it deals with death and suffering. With free verse we have another problem. It is mostly just prose in hiding. Foul and boring. Have you heard anyone complain that poetry is boring? I have heard myself say that in my mind so many times now that it’s not even funny.
Strangely enough, other forms of literature, that all at some point in history have been derived from poetry, have much more impact on society at the moment. These are trends of little significance, I might add. The form is slightly different, but the content is more or less just boring dumb junk in all literature. I remember twenty years ago when I sent my poetry manuscripts (Under a taken name, as I was not really content with my writing at all. Still kind of wished to be published though…) to publishers; that they actually told me to write some kind of detective novels, or at least novels instead. Never. I wouldn’t defile myself with low class writing like that. Ha! Never! I guess I share this with most people that write poetry. We are so proud. (Well… I did write a “novel” that took me over two years to write, and was never really completed or seen by anybody other than me. That one is gone in a fire since long ago now. It was not a sell-out… I should have kept that one. Nah.)
I do see a real future for “poetry”. A future where it lyrically will never again be seen as just equal to the often empty lyrics made for music. Never to be seen upon as personal problems voiced by the angst-ridden in their need. Not as just some simple structures to please the simple minded sing-a-long-people with. Poetry will become a strong weapon against nothingness itself. I will of course be the leader. Where will you be?

(All irony to be found here is very unintentional.)

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WITH CLEAR VIEW

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Am a resting windfall the storm rifted and hid

next to clean ― opening ― flowing cold wells.

 

Remain being sought after and true ― All that you have dreamt of.

 

Still aiming after the lingering clouds’ steps,

after the tentative winter sun over the spruce stripe

in glances fleeing away from this place underneath…

 

(Laying thoughtful seated in the ascent,

alone reluctantly agreed to leave my tracks here.)

 

No more faking being content, poking around in Life’s shrubs,

saying gently that the hard to interpret is your ignorance;

that the core was carved hard in my last death years

 

A small misty look-in from the passed peaks:

(The hardest growth rings, rarely richly useful,

when only and always; Truth as the answer remains.)

 

In its dream state stuck the frost onto the dusted grey

spillage from the branches power ― wandered to The Gods’ might ―

entering over the grounds threshold: The skies recess.

 

Cultivated to be a Knowledgeable: An ennobled wild.

 

 

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ODLADE STENKAST

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När minnen livnär,

framtvingar det oförklarade att vara självklart.

Och vad som anstår vårt värde kommer Viljan att följa.

Så lite det krävs att ge liv.

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Men när minnen illa skär:

Sökte en medkänsla; fick kalla, okunniga ord
till ett tomt skal där en oförändrat upplyst borde bo.

Så lite det krävs att ge död.

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Du. Existens;
minnets samlade resultat från levda stunder, lyss:

Våra liv handlar om att förtjäna vår identitet.

Härled din närvaro med vår lämnade tillvaro,
häromkring tillåt insikternas sötma bli motgiftet.

Här. Vi kan rensa felen och vända världen rätt för oss.

Rygga aldrig tillbaka!
Skyll inte tveksamhetens kedjor!

Men, finn vår repulsion mot ideal utan den normala insikten:

Inne i de andra Världarna visas all vår olikhet klarlagd.

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SOM EN FROSTFJÄRIL I DAGSMEJAN

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Vinterinsvept skogstrakt ― smällkallt ―
pulsar översnöade stigar.

Yrsnö kysser. Hjälp mig leva.

Hugger in ― sätter spår i tiden ―
hör en ihjälfrusen sten rämna.

Känner känslorna kallna.

Framtida nu står här i spårmötet ―
känner ditt inre i din röst ― i våra två delar:

Låt mig bli det vackraste vårutsprungna löv ni sett.

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MED FRI SIKT

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Är ett vilande vindfälle stormen rämnat och gömt

invid rena ― öppnande ― flödande kallkällorna.

 

Kvarstår vara eftersökt och sann ― Allt det ni har drömt.

 

Siktar ännu efter de dröjande molnens steg,

efter trevande vintersolen över granranden

med blick flyende bort från denna plats nedanför…

 

(Ligger tankfull kvar i sluttningen,

ensamt motvilligt ense om att lämna mina spår.)

 

Slutar att fagermätt peta runt i Livets snår,

säger mjukt att det svårtydda är er okunnighet;

att kärnan ristade hårt in mitt sista dödsår.

 

En liten immig skymt från de gångna glanspunkterna:

 

(Hårdaste årsringarna, sällan rikligt användbara

när endast och alltid; Sanningen till svar återstår.)

 

I sitt drömmeri fastnade frosten på det dammgrå

spillet från grenars kraft ― vandrande till Gudarnas makt ―

instigande över markens tröskel: Skyarnas vrå.

 

Odlad vara en Vetande: En förädlat vild.

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NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE 3, 48

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100 FOTOGRAFIER

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A photobook.

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1 SIGFRIDSSON — ESSENSER.

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