SOM BRYTPUNKTER

Tar mig ner i smutsiga illusionens nästen. Söker lindra något tröstlöst, men tål i sanning blott det mig tilltalande… Förblir omutbar. Låter laterna och begären sakna tillträde. Vägrar knäa böjd inför orätten. Smickrar ändå obehagens lönnrum för en tid.

Letar brytpunkter.

Iklädd smärtan; den sist önskade vännen.

(Vi inkommer härmed till ett par månader som var en intagande och förundrande gåta som ingen annan riktigt vill glömma fort. Det fanns mig intet kvar till val.)

Flyr undan och tillgriper dessutom något lekande alla tänkbara och påstådda upphöjda tankar som tidigare burit min vardagsheder vidare.

Jagad. Hemlös. Slaggar på golvet med dragen kniv. Omgiven av några spridda stycken tillgripet gods.

Befinner mig långt borta från litteraturens imaginära estetik där inga ord lämnar mycket kvar av verkligt intresse till vare sig samtid eller framtid. Säljer ner mig till mina ensamt tillåtna brott med en giltig äkthet, givetvis patinerad; så att den blir vackrare. Det sägs mig att detta är erfarenheter ingen behöver, erfarenheter som kan erhållas lättvindigt med tanken, det är erfarenheter som få andra kan finna motiverade. Bara en dåres infall…  

Överger ställa tankarna på annat än min Nöd, Rätten; och den ”maximerade vinsten”. Avvaktar utan att finna mig några applåder… Det är förgjort. Står tungt lastad med ”en fjäder gör en höna” och tillskriven än värre. Möter mig ständigt i det otänkbara. Ständigt… Är alltid fortsatt oskadd allra längst härinne i mig och dessutom litet road. Är hårdare än ni kan föreställa er. Är även vekare än ni tror.

Väljer att fastna. Inhägnas till att lida mer.

Gallren hindrar inte att utanför återförs ett snötäckt landskap. Låter mig nästan maktlöst nedslås till att känna en viss mättnad inför den komiska situationen.

Lider mer.

Det naiva i oss alla vill stundtals återkomma segrande med ett sken av insikter och handfasthet. När ett tvärsäkert övande med sötaste orden har bortvalt allt oönskat härinne i oss och lämnat kvar till lönen att nu verkligen försöka känna rädslorna… Eller snarare känslorna, ni vet det där djuriska, mest uppbyggt av ord, av inbillningar och föreställningar parat med kroppens egna nycker och tillkortakommanden.

Vill någon invända något, kanske upphäva, forsla bort Livet till att bli vid den tomhet vi redan känner? Världen här har kvarstannat i ett grumligt och löjeväckande medan skenbara svepskälen växer sin styrka i svagheter. Låt mig åtminstone få införa inre blidväder till den skymda sikten… Låt oss kalla det att uppnå ett Intet. Kalla det klarsynen. Existens i samklang med Alltet. Dumheter oavsett.

Framstiger sedan som en oändligt härdad, i ett eget grepp innesluten, inskuren, övertäckt misärerna åren tvivlat sig genom.

 

Har ingrotts,

insett nödtorften,

redan tanklöst spillts iväg på lort och glitter. Kärlek.

SOM BRYTPUNKTER

SOM BRYTPUNKTER

WHO IS 1 SIGFRIDSSON?

(Reblogged from 23/12-12.)

Interview with 1 SIGFRIDSSON on his birthday.

Tell me about your upcoming books.

It will be two books with poetry. Little bits of Knowledge in it here and there. Then there is another book that is on hold, maybe it will be cut up and posted on a homepage. We will see. My chances of becoming a ”established writer” are drained anyway. Not that I would even care to wish for that.

Today most writers try to get their share of egoistical recognition with pointless provocations while they drag themselves and the recipients further down the spiral. At this point in time I have the choice of writing meaningless poetry for a few or do poetry that is clever for less than a few. I don´t stand a chance in this helpless and hopeless society. The warped illusions are so overwhelming in this world. There will be a demand for my writing when conformity and normality will become fairly sane again.

What are your plans for the future?

I wish to be more pretentious. Then simply to separate the high from the low forever. I write everything for the future and my future is already done.

You worked with music before. Wish to tell us something about that?

Not really. I had a small and independent production company that released some records and organized concerts. Did that for a couple of years and I worked in a mix between DIY and semi-professional. I honestly regret every second of it. A total of ten years of my life down the drain for nothing.

Did two dumb interviews a while back where I took the retro-perspective on music and went along with it. However, I honestly think that almost all music made in this deranged period reeks. I remember when I started with music that I thought that everyone must be involved in some kind of ongoing joke about music that I wanted to find out about.

I did a fanzine that looked really horrible, I could easily have made it look like a proper magazine. Had the idea that if I did it a bit lower then it would not strain me to better it for the next issue… (This could possibly be a sign of an underacheiver.) Never had the thinking that one should always try the best one can. It all seemed so pointless. And I was right. I am embittered by the whole thing.

I recall that I was against censorship meanwhile being unaware to that people became rotten by consuming the junk-culture. Handing out ”praise to scum” was a normality in ”our” society to accept. I cared for nothing happening in society as it seemed so boring. Etc.

OK. That might be a bit insulting to some. I do see a bit of what you are getting at here. Do you believe that you are better than everyone else?

I am not saying that at all. I’m merely pointing out that there are some key ingredients that are lacking in the minds to be able to produce something really good. I have all my high hope in the future to come.

If we take my presented writing and hobby photography as an example, then you see that I have a quite low standard, partly deliberately, and partly as I hold it to be good enough. I don’t even care to have a proper camera and I just needed to get a few photos to fill my books, my blogs and then some background photos that I could use for a magazine.

So, I’m not a narcisssist by any stretch of the imagination. If you wish to perceive it like that, then that is sad. I just possess Knowledge others lack at the moment. Simple as that.

1 SIGFRIDSSON

1 SIGFRIDSSON

From where do you get inspiration? What is the Knowledge you mention?

Truth and my cleaned mind is my main inspiration. Inspiration also comes from nature, being the only place where I feel that there is something worthy embracing at the moment. Nature and existance itself is also known as The Unknown God to whom The Gods turn.

I remember the breaking point for me some sixteen years ago. I stopped what I was doing and sold the junk I could get rid off and then burned the rest of my belongings. Moved around, on the run, working extremely hard to find The Answer. I had to practice ”the art of imploding” instead of being creative to prove that I existed to others.

Made my antidote against my foes. I absolutely alienated all my old friends, they became convinced that I had lost my marbles. They still believe that. I can’t really blame them for it. Looking at the society we now have to live under and are victims of, then I can be seen as their enemy of all that junk they are forced into believing.

The Knowledge I have come from ”forefathers” that I know and have met. Also, my own memory brings back much Knowledge. I promise that I now would never say or do anything that I’m not completely certain about.

You wanted to be a writer before this happened?

Yeah, if I didn’t know what I do know then I would probably have had a small career as a writer and musician.

I am all for creativity, still that is not really where I should focus my own time with down here. I will be looked upon as someone who has ”strange opinions” and that live after the ”assumption” that The Gods are real. Until I am proven right. You ask me for proof? I say you should learn how to read history first. The Truth is exactly the opposite of what the majority now are able to accept any knowledge of. I rightfully feel a strong ”pena ajena” against almost everyone at this point.

Are you Odinist or Asatru? What made you believe in this?

Both. Neither. Closest, from others viewpoint, would be a Universal Odinist. I don’t believe. I truly know. My writing will be overlooked because of this connection with ”Asatru”. I’m not even trying to be accepted as a ”follower of The Gods” or something like that. I have no contact at all with anyone outside of us here that actually know that The Gods are real and the full impact and significance of this. The rest are beyond reach at this point.

There is a notion that many have that they more or less need to be superhuman to be accepted by The Gods and that Asatru is only for somewhat ”perfect people”. So, they believe that there is little point in even trying to reach Asgard if they have any flaws. If you are worthy then you will be accepted. Seriously, it is never enough to just follow The Gods with words, you have to work for it or remain useless to the realities of life.

I know that most people are triggered to react like retarded children against eveything outside their current consensus. I pity that they are now made to think and behave exactly like our hated foes. That was their final goal. Happy now?

Laugh it up and deny it if you can. There will be humble pie later.

Your poetry is filled with some passages that are hard for me to understand.

As I stated earlier, I write for a future that is nearby. You need to know a few obvious things to be able to read it. There are some poems that are written pretty simple and without any ”passages” so that anyone could read them without problems. Some of the temporary translations I have made are terrible. I cringed a bit when I published them on my blog. The poems ”Give life!”, ”Stones” and ”Gotsala” are alright for now.

This might surprise some when I say this, but I don’t strive to become a ”poet”. The pressure involved to write really immaculate poetry made me take another angle at it. I also have to say that everything written from your own identity and perspective is meaningless without Truth. There is no ”my own truth”. That is simply ridiculous. My own writing might be ”personal”, but here and there it takes on the identity of the sum of everything and Knowledge. I sound very odd now. Anyway, that is as close as I wish  to explain it.

I´m not sure if I fully understand this. You seem to have anger against society, writers and culture?

Absolutely. I am against junk. On the contrary, I do really care for writing, culture, arts and estetics. Real culture is what binds The Gods together with humanity, apart from the blood that we all share. So, yes, I do care for what culture should be and can be. The present junk-culture that is everywhere is just filthy and it causes suffering and death. As a whole the ”culture” is so filthied by the foes of The Gods. I mean, unbelievably filthied, to the point that it now must be trashed.

Trash all culture?

Junk-culture is not my definition of culture. For future reference then: I took an Oath to fulfill. I constantly have that responsibility with me. Most are partly clueless to what I’m referring to right now and fail to see clearly. They don’t even have the patience to read and try to understand what I’m telling them. The reason is that they haven’t been collectively informed. That’s how sad life here is. If you seriously think that I will do my books, or my homepages, for any kind of warped search for fame, then you are in the dark. I do it to be sure that some information comes out and does some good in the near future.

You claim that there is a war on society that we lack knowledge of. Would you care to broaden our understanding?

The War of all Wars is real. The War is in everything and every being in existance. Knowledge of The Gods and this War is our only hope to stay alive. If you are taught that we should be accepting towards our foes arsenal of words that brainwash and degenerate. Accepting our murderers? We are under the most extreme oppression. It will not be alright and fine by itself. Ragnarok will come. Nothing will change that.

I don’t care if you don’t like me. You don’t have to. I probably don’t like you at all. Still, that is not of any bigger interest for our goal if I think you stink or not. We don’t need to mingle. When people are unknowingly controlled by beings that constantly search to humiliate and thereby murder, then we must unite against it. Understand that they do not have any love for us at all. They are parasiting on The Gods and they hate us all. Whatever they say is of no significance at all. The only thing of any value they have managed to learn us is to show no mercy.

I have no more questions for now. Anything you want to add to this?

I have lots of things to add. I wish to be an obstacle that will always favor the sane. Remember that I will never become what you imagine me to be.

Hold Truth above all.

ODIN IS THE ANSWER.

There you have it, my dear and undear friends.

A QUALITY REALITY GIVES LIFE.

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?

QUALITY LIFE?

TRUTH AGAINST ILLUSION

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

TRUTH VERSUS ILLUSION

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

ODIN IS THE ANSWER

ATHENS EXTRA

Photos from Athens. The village of the dead owls.

LIGHT CAME!

THIS IS THE FORCE TROTH HAVE SIGNED!
THIS IS THE MIGHT OF THE HOLY RITE!

SHOW YOURSELF

TRANSFORM YOURSELF

YOU ARE SOWED TO BE LOVED!

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SOWING THE GROUND!

EMBRACING THE WIND!

CLIMBING OUT OF WINTER!

AWAKENING THE HOLDER OF THE LIBATED BLOOD!

THIS IS SHELTER FOR THE ENCLOSURED

WITH THE FUTURE OUT OF HOMELESSNESS!

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THIS IS VIET GIVEN OUT FROM THE HIDDEN,

BURIETH TO ENNOBLEMENT OF THE TRUTH!

WARRIORS LIVE THEIR GAIN WITH WISDOM

AND LET FUTILENESS SLIP AND FALL DEAD!

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TO THE SWORDS!

CAST THE WORLDS AWAY FROM ANGUISH!

LIFE HAS BEEN DRIVEN HERE FROM THE HIGH,

TO THE HARD CHOOSEN CHOICES WITHOUT CHOICE!

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BEAR SHALL TEAR, ULV BITE,

SNAKE STRIKE AND RAVEN RIP!

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LIGHT CAME!

TURN AND WITHOUT REST WANDER HOME!

SUN

SUN

RAMBLINGS (NEW YEAR ADVANCE SESSION)

 

This world is a migraine attack. I, it is always I, get it now…

I sit in this forest night and day, caught counting falling leaves that wish for me to stay. These mountains no longer whisper me as ravens. I have no fear to fear. Finally, the sorrows have eaten too many meals on my behalf.

I know my futures and I have seen my paths; the choices of somethings and nothings that can never become enough for me. For others all that could be looked upon as “experiences”; all these living nightmares in those dead hearts that need perfume while looking into buying another meagre meal ticket in a deranged world. The unwanted are living the Illusion to trade with the other unwanted and useless. Laugh or cry?

I really had a horrible year. Again. Set-up some scum and made no friends. Again. Travelled to where I didn’t want to travel. Again. Rehearsed a play that never will see the light. Set fire to manuscripts that will never see the light. Read in some of my older poetry. Wrote a little that maybe will see the light. By now you can clearly see that I am this miserable person without any life at all. That is partly right. My life is playing the waiting game. I know my days to come and what will await me. I should feel hate and love and all the other things that make me shine so very brightly, still I do know that the quality of my life is about a million times higher than the average person due to Knowledge, but the downsides my friends, due to those “other people”…

I irritate “other people” sometimes by having no interest and absolutely no respect for whatever they do and whatever they foolishly believe they are. If not with The Gods then you are less than nothing. Should I have hatred or pity for “other people”? I take my pick later on.

Anyway, being “Asatru” in a world where so many are held under siege in the War of all Wars that they are quite clueless about; Life itself and its Realities, is of course a strain to live through. In the future nobody will be able to imagine how life was here at present… I have written several articles on these matters that I never published, apart from one that was up for a short while, and some only spread around and looked at by some people I have, or had, contact with. It is a waiting game. Time that is.

Time.

BED FOR HATRED

BED FOR HATRED