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The courage to be, again, as we once were.
Just as a fire is covered by smoke, a mirror obscured by dust, as the embryo rests deep within the womb, wisdom is hidden by selfish desire. Only the worthy will receive her gift of the highest red elixir. You will come to know her as your Mother. It is in the infinite black of her womb that our rebirth takes form.
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Hochwald, Christian Schad, 1936. German, 1894-1982.
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As we force ourselves deeper down the rabbit hole in our own paths we face many trials and if we make it far enough, we begin to see beyond the masks we have fallen in love with and see beyond the causal way of percieving the Numinous, this is when we see the true face of the Minotaur at the center of the Labyrinth.
We look face to face with the great Bull when we enter this path and it seems the entire way we seek to understand it, to see through the lies of this causal dimension but nothing remains stagnant in this path and the road seems to twist and turn and never end but such is the true essence of life, we must experience these changes ourselves to become worthy and it is the experience itself that is the entire purpose.
Some circumstances are beyond your scope of influence to begin with. Some impediments thieve your autonomous power away. There are things which are not preventable, defying control.
No, you may not be able to evade every inhibition, every hindrance to your will. But you can seize it back. One turn, after all, deserves anotherโso make it your turn now.
You are your own universe of triumph and tragedy.
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If I could fix myself I'd...
We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
But they keep waiting
And picking and picking
It's something I have to do
I won't let you fall apart
I was there, too
Before everything else
I was like you
I won't let you fall apart
๐ฒ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ
She is the beginning. The birth of a New Aeon. Energised she brings forth her breath, screaming life into existence. Through primordial rage and hate she climbs out of the blood and filth. She ignites the heart to initiate itโs beat. She throws off the comfort of stillness and sleep.
Awake
Awake
She shrieks into the universe.
Awake
Live this life I have created for you. Breathe in the scent of the rose. Savour the sweetness of the pomegranate. Dance to the beat of your blood. Sweet rapturous love. Unconditional love of another. Love yourself and love me, as only through yourself shall we meet. Let me adore you completely.
Honour me, your mother. Honour me with the passion of your existence, your humanity. Love me as I love you. Scream out your adoration. Awake.
Shapeshifting requires the ability to transcend your attachments, in particular your ego attachments to identity and who you are. If you can get over your attachment to labeling yourself and your cherishing of your identity, you can be virtually anybody. You can slip in and out of different shells.
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You ultimately decide, every day, whether or not your life will speak on behalf of Our People, or remain an inaudible but decisive tool for the status quo. Stand alone if you must, but stand, you must.
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Good faith is meaningless without good action.
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Eva Braun, His devoted fair Maiden.
February 6, 1912 - April 30, 1945 ๐ฏ
There is no shame in being hungry โ in being starving โ in being voracious.
there are things we all must consume; every creature on this earth, to live, must eat.
She, Nurse of Kindred knows this,
and tends to them with gentle care, These creatures that others scare, Their teeth and claws, their scales and horns, yet to her, theyโre just forlorn.
Do not finish the things you dearly relish, keep relishing, keep anticipating, keep wondering.
We don't need another 'flock' or anymore 'sheep'. We need wolves that dismantle the system where it really hurts and have many descendants that uphold their tradition in a tribal mentality. Completely separate from the masses of limp wristed christians that have fractured families, few descendants with almost no unity of thought.
Wolves donโt run alone, they don't get too large, they build new packs and dominate other territory. Their prey has numbers.
๐ฒ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ
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Here we go again
Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting.
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You are the marrow in my bones and the blood in my veins, I shall give you my body, that the two might be one, I shall give you my whole soul, until our world ends.
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Remember always that new Nobles are at first described as monsters.
The Immortal forces that control the destiny of many though the Fates decides each of their paths. Striving ever for more, for conquest is never done, those who seek greater justiceโwhatever their causeโmust make tactical choices. This is where the primordial and nameless pagan tenacity of our bloodlines is unlocked, raising yourself above yourself, you will triumph above all.
We become the fruits of our actions.
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This world is not good. It does not welcome us. you have to be better, hard, unrepentant. Your ally does not have to be your friend, use the resources you have.
Remember there is no safe space left. We only get so many chances. Those you do, take. If you care just little enough, in just the right way, you can do anything. One day is enough. We will have our lands untamed again. You and I both deserve better than this.
Maybe, thinking about it now, we were trying to figure out how to make love in such a way as to make time not matter at all, or defeat it for awhile. Which we did for a while.
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Always remember you had a mother who really, really loved you. The original mother. Once you remember you are divine you can never again be divided from Her. Perfect union with the divine, through the grace of your real teacher, transcends time, space, death and all worldly limitations. Your real teacher is the original mother - regardless in which manifest or non-manifest form, She appears. The one who nurtures you and the one who also, out of wisdom and compassion, corrects you if you are misguided.
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I can be good, I can be true, you know I donโt love anyone, but I love you.
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Change can take time and tends to come hard to human beings. Those who understand this human tendency are more effective Revolutionaries. There is a great reward for courage and determination in the face of helplessness and suffering: facing hardship head on and with courage moves a person from helplessness and despair to life-affirming action.
After we make a radical change in thought or behaviour, we have a tendency to distance our new selves from our previous selves. Thatโs understandable, but not useful. If we canโt rememberโmuch less have empathy withโour former ways of thinking and feeling, how can we make meaningful contact with those who still think and feel as we used to do? And, if we canโt make contact, how can we prompt others to rethink what feels to them like intensely personal choices?
Those within leadership roles must collaborate and give way so that others can take the lead, bringing change and new methods to the table. Too many that work for change do so for their own ego, with little thought of the collective and the consequences of their reckless disregard.
Your descendants will tire themselves trying to prove lineage to you. It is now time to become a person whose merits are not a product of anyone elseโs esteem, bathed in glory and redeemed in eternal power.
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I stretch my hand in midairย
Reality breaksย
Reshapesย
So that the tip of my fingerย
Would draw a circleย
On your palm.ย
Distance subsidesย
Laws of time bendย
So I can whisper my loveย
In ancient wordsย
To your ear.ย
The chains of logic breakย
The doors of impossibility openย
Like in a lucid dreamย
Now I can seeย
Your closed eyes.
Western civilisation was once monolithic like a tree. Christianity like a fungus grew up from it's soil and into the bark, and has eaten and diseased it's host, the tree is still great but it is withering. You cannot attribute it's stature to the fungus. Christianity was not feared. The white Man was feared.
This is the end of a spenglarian cycle, the decline. A new Aryan tree will burst forth and it needs to fight for the Sunlight. That old tree is dead and the best thing it can do is nourish it's successor.
"If one does not know how to dissimulate, one can not reign."
โ Louis XI
The reality of personal power cannot be argued away any more than the laws of Nature can. Day by day, the attempt at confusing strong Natures is falling to pieces โ an ominous visage, the spirit in the face; a rage when waking up. Remember your supreme solar strength, your Heroic initiative ignites, radiating like fire in your Royal blood. We fight for high standards, for glorious Victories. You are the Hero of this story, and it is time to conquer primordial condition giving birth to a new Golden Cycle. Choose Immortal life. We are not gone yet, even embers are enough. Make this day count.
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Yes, the sea rages. Yes, the storm is bitter and cold. Nevertheless, seek out the horizon. You will survive. Do not swallow the briny water; reach instead towards the Sun.
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Hey, are you still alive? It is time for you to wake up. It is not too late, there is still place for freedom, right now you can leave the great machine behind and reconnect. Do you accept the quest?
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