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MORE THAN LOVE

 

Seldom do futile words about love take on a living,

but leave in defiance its new ruins everywhere.

 

Listen in here carefully now, sneerlife;

Wrong in the head gives wrong in the eyes.

Right in nothing own rights to nothing.

Shut thereafter kindly your slow snout.

 

Advice on advice writes a starving harvest

wording a wisdom stolen from nonsense

wherein tiresome words are endowed pity

so like raisins showing the full grape vine

 

We know all too well that been and had are us a wretch to harvest

so keep all your filthy, wry-legged and weakmoulded words

where all regretted ”love” always takes its way home to be hated

 

Hear the laughter at your comparing of mutual infantilities to be sane

and find you thereafter that the will to your wrongs are missing here,

furthermore that more than love is not a mystery; The name remains.

 

Rip from its hold

that cleanest emotions have here too hard been used up,

that the fairest scum creeps in line before foulest!

 

Rip from its hold that suffering and death stand all near!

 

Take to its hold

that Honour will outshine petty survival,

that only Truth does own us in real Beauty!

MORE THAN LOVE

MORE THAN LOVE

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DÄR DAGGEN ALDRIG TORKAR

Det var innan tystnaden ändrades ―

just när dagsranden kom gående över trakten
medan molnskuggorna svepte fram ― iakttagande.

Och världen låg ― i dumheten; de oräkneliga såren
där oskäligt skräp sökte efter att vara intagande…

(Själv? Vandrade fri där daggen aldrig torkar
och Livets alla stigar visade fram till Oden.)

Vi mindes vagt trygghet och ärligt ägda överflöd,
äkta liv i sköna äran ― längtan hem till Asgård;
att rotfast Odla värde endast Godheten Oss bjöd.

(Lyder mina steg. Lämnar barmarken öppnande spår
innan den första snön snart återkommer som ett hot.)

Skickligt, säkerligen alltför väl, svarar Sanningen:

“Slit ner skenbara trösten ― den är falheten: döden.

Vi har fiender att rättas; botdräpas, i blickfånget,
ty intet står mer fagerväxt än dödade livslögner.

Låt skingra mardrömsåren. Ge Sanning till hat och bot.

VAR EN ÄRAD! MAKT OCH GLÄDJE! SÄTT DIN LIVSROT!”

DÄR DAGGEN ALDRIG TORKAR

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EQUALITY IS NOT A GOOD LIE.

I can certify that the majority of the people in this world are at present not fully functioning human beings, and for a dozen years about two decades ago I was a part of that majority; if that is helpful for anyone to know…

Most know that they live inside lies as they don’t have the real answers to who they are and where they come from; or rather, most at least sense that there is something very wrong: What they don’t know is killing them. We will all come to know from where all the lies aimed at humanity and the brainwashing comes from; just from where the foul empty words and deranged behaviour the victimized people live on in their dead life for nothing; it is not coming from inside any of their own conscious or ignorant evil wishes, that is for certain. We must learn to refuse anything coming from the foes’ sick existences and we have all the good reasons imaginable for ignoring these beings weapons, and we really have no need for any of it. Our foes have left millions of people with no knowledge of what matters in life and left without that knowledge they are murdering themselves, their children and others, with spreading their imbecilic thoughts in our world. Without the Knowledge about the Gods anyone is a dead nothing, so should anyone be fooled into caring for what something like that does or says? No. To need to address things like this is sad; it is sad that it still exists to be addressed, and I do hope humanity will refuse to be saddened by what is unwanted in the future, as there are more important and urgent issues in real life to care for.

THAT “SOCIETY”

I know how this low-life-society that is around us since many centuries ago works from the inside, and how it all doesn’t work… All of our countries are ruled from inside the darkest shadows at the moment, while the foes steal our property and are being “allowed” to take over with their widespread low-life-society as its manipulators inside their fake “religious” and “political” constructions; meanwhile some are being helped by the spirits of our foes and their servants with molesting and murdering their already brainwashed, searching ways for everything good and valuable in humanity in our world to become filthier until it is so low that it is equal to our foe; that is all worthless and dead for our Gods, so there is the reason. You don’t wish to believe this? You really should, as it is true. It is completely true that our foe is forcing and training people in our world to be working to gain more victims to use; and these victims cannot understand that their minds are controlled in their partially or completely shut down hearts and minds. Ask them how much of reality they know of here in Midgard and the other worlds. Their answer will be that they don’t really know. We should be aware of where this answer leads.

I am certain that everyone is deeply affected by this “development” these last centuries, and with the last decades in clear view, with our foes gaining control, how could anyone not be? And many are manipulated into feeling fear as soon as any real and important issues are confronted, just get real or die. It should be clear to everyone that the weapon to drag people down to behave “equally” was constructed here to shape the lowest scum imaginable of what should have been good and great in a real and functioning world together with the Gods. To claim that the present state of degradation for many would give a life with less pressure, or that this is all just coming from a free will within and that to live anywhere near reality and have any common sense would cause hatred and wars, is a dead tool.

BEING DUMB IS NOT A GOOD LIFE

I do know the dumb and simple people that I need to address so often; how could I avoid to not knowing what’s placed in their minds when I have worked hard with finding and examining these kind of people for many years, no matter what cost was for me? Many of these do think that getting accepted by a filthy society is in some way rewarding; meanwhile anyone able to live a normal high and real life is a real rarity at present. Dumb and simple people will often claim to have the only two values they know of: that would be intelligence and beauty, safely put back in their own imagined store. They might have that in excess, sadly they can rarely use it properly for anything good, so it will rot away quickly so they live on its petty memories as it was their present in their daily life. (Most common among these people is that they are left with a parasitic intelligence and a shallow beauty.)

That some people are intervening and taking what they can from others is a common sickness of today, as little can’t get enough. As long as all these fake lives are seemingly functioning in that society it will continue to breed the dumb and rotten in the next generation. (To think that my own children might be lured into befriending something like that, now that is real horror.) Many are fooled to become comfortable in our foes’ deadly lies, as without these dumb lies they would be nothing as they have built their “life” on it, and they of course sense that it is lies and manipulations and are told that there is nowhere real to go anyway, so they are trapped in death. These are people that should be here protecting a good and progressive society there people can be free with their identity, and some of them are actually fooled to believe that they are doing just this, that is pretty amazing…

HUMAN PROGRESSION?

It should be understood that the better looking, or people with a strong will or other desirable abilities, naturally will be the ones who get chosen for reincarnation. (What would you choose to live with and be? Dumb and ugly?) Their intelligence will at times shine very brightly, but it gets much less impressive when most of the more intelligent people in this world are reincarnated and have hundreds; some have thousands of years of experiences, and are also getting much help from spirits, and if they are organized well in society there will be a collective help from their kindred. Historically we can see that these chosen for reincarnation are gifted in the form of already developed personalities and abilities, many have been hunted down and murdered in their past lives due to the War of all Wars, and this scenario often get explained to be for other reasons. The fact that most of the reincarnated are much higher up in this sort of fake “human progression” leaves a sour taste as it is seldom a more valuable and actual progression in blood that actually could benefit Life itself in this world. This has left us all with less and less value in life. We know what this leads to: The law of the jungle keeps attacking the strongest to seize power and is leaving the weak and cowardly to live in filth and confusion with the worst death imaginable coming their way as reward.

FINALE

As long as we are true to the Aesir we do have all the rights in this world and can live the real Knowledge as true equals in life, up to a point at least. What kind of equality could we possibly hand down to our foes who laugh at any thought of equality; while they use it as a twisted lie for their unwanted survival in our world? Real Life is coming from the Knowledge used wisely and that is for the good of all life that is deemed good and worthy enough to live in our world. In the coming of the cured world; the New Time, will people get a name for good deeds; that is real individualism and freedom.

Living in the current mainstream of dumbness there are people certain of having rights and are right no matter what they are and do. They are wrong. Equality is not a good lie to uphold anymore; at least us adults should know from direct experience that it is causing a multitude of deadly problems in our world.

The focus is firstly to be where the serious and real life matters are:

The War of all Wars is about life or death, and you are included.

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THE UNTIMELY

Want to save this moment from escaping,

for it is irreplaceable ― irresistible ―

almost unsparingly fair ― undefiled

 

 

Calmed, by misplaced sun warmth

(the betraying), to take myself a freod filled moment

 

(Wholly and fully as a dumb animal who right away,

instantly forgets, when a little heat reaches to look in.)

 

 

Trees, continuing the raining, in a well-aimed loan

compounded with sighing, home to its certainty

 

Woods, slayed again on its leaves, on its flowers and straws,

molded to clouds and soils service in a secret

 

 

There was something well-known…

 

about all this helpless nuisance,

this here too barren established;

that Life become Death’s only joke

 

returning to soon be the lost

 

 

And while burdened steps cry away the dust of the road

the pouring rain fills an already overfilled water keg

THE UNTIMELY

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VID FASTSLAGNA MISSTAG

Kom när vad det hela innebär.

 

VÄNT RÄTT ÄR VÅR VERKLIGHET

VÄRMANDE ALLT SOM ÄR VILSET

OCH KASTAT HIT RÄTT OCH VIST

VRIDER VI HÄR OVISST VISST!

 

Känn väl rättad orsak och verkan.

 

Släng dig ner rubbad åt de rubbade!

Slakta ytliga betraktelsernas slöjor!

Slå mynt av olösliga grumliga tankar!

 

Ska ni tigga här om att bli dödade

så kommer ni aldrig att bli nekade.

 

Sällan orkar framtiden innesluten fullföljas när

sävlig dumhet på grönbete, i sin dödade glädje,

säljer Ödet till en närmast ofattbar aningslöshet

 

Stärkt återvänd blir återfunnet

ställt bland villkorens alla ogräs;

ständigt mellan sällsynt och… Inget.

 

Gott att tydligt se vad tomheten visar

där minst ovilja mot blir mest vilja till

 

Du är nu vad det hela innebär.

VID FASTSLAGNA MISSTAG

 

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SOM YXHUGG

Här är en stenbacke av bortplockad sten.

 

Där är en lutande lada insamlande redan uppätet.

 

(Allt ändå åtråvärt likt ett glömt minne av ett ljus utbrunnet.)

 

 

Den frånsprungna nutiden ställd utan svaren

till sådd utan skörd i ett underligt samband

vill i Tiden söka: Frihet efter döden.

 

Viet vet vad Äran åstadkommer, medan Livet;

sist och slutgiltigt är mest till illa dolda syften.

 

I MED ONÅBART ATT NÅ! TA SISTA STEGET!

 

Var en hållfast med tillhygget Klarhet och Rätt

och fyll på med tålamodet, bryt här ner lidandet!

 

VAR VÄRLDEN EN KVARHÅLLEN NJUTNING! LEV DIG MÄTT!

 

 

Det inleds. Inkliv nutiden med något oerhört:

 

SANNING.

SOM YXHUGG

 

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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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ON ROSECOVERED SNARES` PATH

Weedbundles to catch

Nettles to eat

Blindfolds to carry

Walls to bury

 

Life to sort

 

In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved

sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane

while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug

 

Un-astute unwieldy ― Wretched,

grubbing in exchangable Nothing,

turns around,

not unlike stinking and staring cows

 

And hardships small bread crumbs look good in darkness’ corner

while the very finest scum oink away to their babble songs

 

Retards demand to equal eachother to live furthest down

in clutching after cheap thought-jewelry and life-pettiness

Misgrowth is dug up ideals: Meaningless crass experiences

But, unclean will remain being Gladness’ most rare guests

 

Weedbundles to throw

Nettles to grow

Blinfolds to burn

Walls to build

 

 

Life to sort

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IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

Hidden in my last winter abode came Death

alike a frail and excusing crying mourner

and sat down in apprehension, in whispering:

 

Searched here for Life itself to befriend,

in the wounded, in your lone dying

 

We are left here, a shadowfree storm,

holding our rugged words against darkness,

pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness

 

(Got dragged here through the lands inside darkness

Carried over all the time distances, stones and ices)

 

And cold has just my fairness in its word,

while emptiness,

has its emptiness stuck in the Weave

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT