A QUALITY REALITY GIVES LIFE.

January 6, 2015 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

I have no happiness to report. Do you have any?

Sitting around and listening to garbage music in order to block away thoughts and issues so I can focus and function. (In order to block away my neighbours noise…) I guess that junk-music is my forced upon drug of choice again, for a while. Interestingly enough I have been fully aware of junk-culture for two decades now and why it works so well in this currently deranged world. It drugs down problems and takes down the ability to concentrate and leave very little time over to find and grasp reality as it is.

Escapism, as it is most commonly called, be it by reading dumb books, watching TV, or searching on the internet, playing games, talking nonsense or making useless plans, walking around in nightlife, listening to music made by morons… Whatever. It is all the same useless dead nothing inside nothingness.

These people, myself at times faking it to be included in this for observance, are in this world thinking that we cannot face any higher quality in life, or be anywhere near any higher Reality. These people are living in what seem to exist for their identities, not seeing anything other than their “peers” fully occupied with being moronic. What you will consume you will somewhat become, to others gain and amusement… And that is how it is… Well, things can only change if you change into yourself first and finally. The world around us is trapped in a grand Illusion about how “the others” are and what kind of behaviour is accepted. We can get shaped by our “peers” into copying fake and worthless identities.

WHY?

Creativity… What a joke. To produce crap might be set on top of consuming crap to some. I am in doubt. No, I’m not in doubt. It is a little better to stay a passive consumer than produce junk-culture.

None of the Gods has produced more than what any human or animal can produce, semen passing on to become blood, and what we all can produce sitting in our toilets. Sadly, that is all of us, these “products”. That is the negative aspect to life down in its sad state. Then, on the positive side, we can start to try taking ourselves more seriously and see what the Gods and humanity has achieved so far. There is a tendency among many to take things for granted, but nothing is for free, you’ve heard it before, now see it in all of Life.

I really have had some serious problems in my past that stemmed from causes I was made unaware of, some of it I was a little aware of and readily avoided to confront as long as it was possible to look away from. To never stop and think as I would crash and burn, or so I thought… I felt the pain of reality as soon as I touched it. Not understanding that freedom from pain was in there to find.

A had a lie of a life for over a decade. (I had some forced upon reasons.) We all have our reasons for failing in life and these reasons must come to a point where they can’t work to hide behind. You know, I reached my peak to no good use at all around fifteen years ago and now I have nothing at all to show from that period. Now I’ve made my current life so I can have more free time on my hands, with writing this and other things you really want. Still, I would be much happier personally with living another kind of life without stress… I have always lived for others somehow. (That is one thing that I will have to change, or maybe not in this period of time… At least feeling sorry for others will never again be mistaken by me as any kind of love. That I will live for others for the rest of this life cannot really be changed; if we are speaking about my Knowledge to be spread for the good. Still, personally I do deserve more and better. I’m one of the few that actually does… Believe it or not.

I would much rather give than take. Anyway, there is nothing in this world that I really want. Nothing is good enough out there in our foes Illusion. Nor do I find the beauty I want in people that others are forcing themselves to imagine exist. I do find beauty here and there, but I will never lie to myself in order to survive, I have real things to live for… I am not really depressed either. Tired and low on energy and will at times, that is true.

SO WHAT?

Well, the mind is very simple and we can try to live on the good moments we’ve had or pick out the less good. Either way, it is not our choice to have personal opinions as Reality is set above us all and what we think does not really matter there, especially if we are to live outside this fact. I want the Knowledge first so that free will can give everyone a life in Reality. And while I’m at it I will add some real gladness to it all. I wish you the best. Most of you…

QUALITY LIFE?

ETT INSVEPT VINDSPÅR (MINNEN)

December 28, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Bor i mina ord; kommande minnen.

(Lever omsådd ― Lönt till åkerspöke.)

När dimstråken nattligt med mig vandrat,

från skogar till åkrar sakta letat

där bortslitna famntagen tömt hjärtat

(Är en fredlös, i smygande nare gömd,

övertäckt med nattlövens nötta bleknad)

Ödsligt,

dricker källan innan saknaden blir omistlig

Tar fram ett sista ensamstråt.

(Drar ner ömkligt, väderbitet, vått mull,

in i ett dammigt ruckel nedanför tallåsen

där sprucket ljus skär genom träspringorna)

Omärkligt,

insvepta vindspår kliver till med kylan

Och intet är mig lämnat kvar ― Ogripbart

ETT INSVEPT VINDSPÅR (MINNEN)

BLOOD TRACKS PUBLISHED IN FREE LIT MAGAZINE

December 21, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Just got the link for this publishing of my poem about reincarnation; “BLOOD TRACKS” for the “rebirth” issue, and first issue, of Free Lit Magazine. I am pleased with that. It is my first contribution that have been published anywhere in poetry. I have been laying low on sending out my poetry. So, one in three attempts is a pretty good score. (Well, it is actually one and a half in three attempts, as The Ofi Press published the photo I contributed.)

Here it is:

WINTERFELLED

December 19, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

(Letting your nightsnow glimmer,

calming the storm while ice snare branches)

And it is winterstill

in sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices,

in thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades

Winterfelled,

rime grabs hold of the branchery

like we hear our groaning steps silenced

Listen.

Be quiet now, snowfall,

here, beside the spruce, the winterbird eats for its life

while Death want to say something about the sorrows

― I was the one born unto snow in a permanent thaw,

one the world skyembraced instrewn splintered answers

and left me to be remained, long lasting as tender snow,

one so aloned, leaving all my sorrow over wrong graves

In tears taking the dead heart in front of the sick

The last sight endearing land of blood and stones

and squint over this too thin-sown beauty

frosty nights caught frozen in shined darkness

Want to own myself nothing beyond rest, endtime dozed away,

wanted something higher the flames of will sent burnt in here

In tears taking the living heart in front of the dead

A WINTERFELT MOUNTAIN

ÄR

December 18, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Ville slumra nere i dalen

invid mandelträdens värdiga blom

Klinga den alltid längtade harpans toner

Men, blev någon annan

Önskade stå fri i mörkgrön höstmark,
renad från alla levnadsårens grin
Leva och dö fagert som ett höstlöv

Men, är vid misstagen vigd

Blev regnfall,
kalla, kallande Vindar, liten till Ödet,
en kort väldoft innan döden,
likt slaget nässel,
brutna citrusblad,
höstmarken efter nattregnen

Men, kan onekligen älska

när något finns att älska

Det vill brista här
mellan gruset och lövverket

Finner sämst kärlek

Den, vilken inte kan hittas

Här duger mig icke svek,

renaste Kärleken kränkt,
ruinernas kläder
eller egna viljans strävan dräpt

Är lagd öppnad, en ensamt oruttnad,
i äppelkorgen lämnad fram till sorgerna
Är sällsamt hårt, så sällsamt mjölnad,
att bäras iväg från övergivna kvarnarna

Känner alla vajande sipporna Sol kysste
De fagert sloknande, redan slocknade,
ställda, där hjärtat buret nästan räckte
och till er vägran aldrig varit saknade

Är snärjd,
slagen ner i släckande futtighet

Är gömd,
med en onåbar kallhamrad nöd

Är grämd,
fylld med alla dagarnas intighet

Är dimma höjd,
omsvept, täckt under svagad vilja

Är lysande snön på frusna stammar
i minnets nedbrända skogar

Är ett stilla nattmoln, en upprest lövdoft,
vilken aldrig finner Världarna igen

Är inlåst,
kvarad där blemmor lämnas

Är min vinst bortöst,
ryckt och svept i en klunk

Håll i Trädet ni vet bär era blad
medan vi bryter av grenarna

Är detta.

Är det ni aldrig kan känna

TWILIGHT SKY ÄR 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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December 18, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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THE THIRD WOUND

December 17, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Early, right before the day notices me again

comes the first wound driven from the earth

and speaks coldly, in chilled, lightbroken waters:

I am wind extinguished light,

dearest sorrowfriend you have met,

those left traces in the marsch

The second wound, around self-defence cast,

overnourished this Universe hopeless coldstricken embrace

and have soon used up all my vunerability,

reached in to Time and awake constantly bent:

Sorrow have played too long on its own board

with Life laid up as being a fickled nothing

(Hidden events fully rooted in advance

handing here Fate itself as fully written)

Final peel of pity scraped down

A cold grip soon to been turned right

There, over hushed dusk

and trembling candle flickering

risen as a shimmering: Clarity;

Home to the last wound

THE LAST WOUND

TRUTH AGAINST ILLUSION

December 15, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

I am completely finished with my social experiments many moons ago. Sharing living now and then throughout the years with scum of the lowest imaginable order really takes a big bite on the nerves. The handpicked study material is of no real interest. Still I had to do it. Knowing fully well how “Western society” is governed and controlled with a retarded and filthy consensus that so many follow as a law… This “Western society”, or rather Anti-Western society”, is of course spread over all continents in this world with the same results in degeneration. Nobody is more sad and upset with this tragic comedy occuring around us all than me, for reasons you will know fully some day. I am really looking forward to the coming of the New Age, or New Time, as I prefer to call it.

It would be to simplify matters just to say, as some of us do privately, that the world now mainly is inherited with “nerds and whores”. (Actually, I consider it insulting to all the nice nerds and the poor forced into prostitution by our foes; that are being on a higher level than what I am witnessing here and there.) We have to look at the reasons for this, the controlling behind the scenes of this perverted and retarded state of the world today. The War of all Wars.

The unaware of realities live trapped in this illusion of “normality”. It is more warped and set under control by higher, or actually lower beings, then it “normally” gets credited for. Even the majority understand that society really IS controlled, but rarely see the obvious in that they who are currently in control of most aspects in society are to blame, meanwhile pointing their filthy fingers in wrong direction, just like they are told to do…

On the low-life level there is much to be said. Retarded scum is seen as normality to copy. All high values are twisted and The Gods are said to be of the past and of no interest if there is fake religions and other mind control, junk like pop-culture and other insane stupidity to consume, etc. You have heard all this before. Add on the higher level to this and you might wake up.

It not only bores me to tears to witness this ongoing human degeneration that naturally, as always, is naming itself progression and freedom of will. This society is a complete tragedy, chained in controlled consensus. There is no “free will” for these fooled and naive “living” in their worthless scum life without any knowledge and honour.

We witness a world being raped in front of our eyes. The attacks with brainwash aimed at women to pervert humanity as a whole and make everything into a subhuman state, through the support of controlled politics and their media, is especially haunting. Not forgetting to mention the additional actually placed and forced rapes by “spirits” all in the name of normality and free will.

It was all just about making money? Not at all. It had to do with pre-preparing another giant mass murder, just in time before The Gods bring a New Time to rise again.

TRUTH VERSUS ILLUSION

ODIN IS THE ANSWER

December 14, 2014 by 1 SIGFRIDSSON

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.)