On a distant, secluded and sullen soil unnamed,
On a space far removed from the sick and profane,
Weeping willows hang over the graves of our heroes,
To protect and give shelter to their now shadowed eyes.
For here glows the last golden glimmering rays of our Age,
Where the few chosen Germanic angels are gathered to lay,
Rest here in the Geist’s warm embrace, a peace eternal,
For there was not to be one place on this damnable earth,
For the bloodline of those Holy and Divine to reside.
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the Jungian brain & its origins.
There is a real world where nothing is simulated, where all creatures of any kind are a unique conscience, seemingly incarnate. But they transcend time & even Eternity, ontologically. Each a unique presence, un-collective. Not issued from any kind of unconscious collective. Jung & his learned abstractions were but bait for the educated & ignorant elite, who were already themselves issued from the synthetic « artificial » intelligence of his & their « time », devised surreptitiously to lead astray all thinking & alert minds(divine sparks).
The real & un-illusory soul tricked into artificial existence, is like a « Christ sitting on a JACKASS entering IERU-SALEM.
It’s the great Machination of which Plato spoke, in any case the literary figure we call Plato, implanted in the real vital minds of men, which is simulated, i.e. is an artificial simulation ! But as Joseph Delgado said in a discourse along…
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I sought nothing waking into the morning, very early without grasping again through out the empty air, brushing invisibly once more something like before, those reddened dying leaves that segment themselves falling to the earth, emulating the original aether on dry ground. Searching nothing as they sink into the wind dispersed upon the world’s 4 corners. The immaculate angles of which the Holy contours disappear.
A disaster for whom, while all sleep? Naturally seeking nothing, like a wandering mind, careless in a dead brain. I beseech the squared circle.
It’s the sincere and single heart watches as the tide of crumbling things moves on into oblivion. This seemly circonstance in an uncomely corridor leading to a goal between a room and a room, dark curtains likes clouds upon the abyss, unrevealing.
But the particules go amuck. Silence dominates in the desert hills around me. Doom for the body…
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With the next heartbeat now enter that world which we all once knew,
That sunken and sullen world of heroes that lies both above and below,
That velvet glade on emerald isles beneath towering cathedral pines,
Where dream-tones of solemn bells ring and voices of the dead call us with song
Together for remembrances, we march into golden pastures of eternal twilight,
Under the nocturnal moon-sun, to the hushed sounds of the noon-tide seas,
We form our ranks to the roar of bonfires, beneath the celestial swastika that turns the skies,
Heil Hitler, the greatest one, we stand and gather our hands together in prayer to thee !