Forwarded from Incendiary Ideas (Jason Reza Jorjani)
Folks, I'm not personally associated with this and the impetus to create this group did not come from me. However, it looks like it could be promising and some of you may be interested in participating. I might drop in occasionally, when I can afford the time. https://x.com/stellarmagnet/status/1982886146247143495
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Stella R. Magnet (@stellarmagnet) on X
Organizing an intimate, high-trust virtual salon and study group for those seriously interested in becoming superhuman, and who also believe Earth is entering a period of cataclysms. The group serves a dual purpose: intellectual development and camaraderie…
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Forwarded from Richard Ruach's Research Center
Next Evola Stream: LIVE Tuesday, 28th October 5am EST.
Chapter: Magical Operations with "Two Vessels".
Chapter: Magical Operations with "Two Vessels".
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Forwarded from 𝔸ℝℂ𝔸ℕÆ𝕌𝕄
Selected Essays of Julius Evola presents a range of writings that reflect his Traditionalist philosophy, blending metaphysics, esotericism, and political critique. Evola challenges modern egalitarianism and materialism, advocating for a spiritually rooted, hierarchical worldview grounded in perennial truths.
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Forwarded from Divine feminine appreciation
{Lethe}
Oh, Lethe daughter of strife born of the night
Pale goddess of the ever fading light
Your waters flow where shades of mortals tread
A quiet balm for memories of the dead
Upon your throne of stone you sit alone
A silent queen in realms of the unknown
With crown of frost and robes of silver gray
You wash the burdens of the world away
To you, the souls in final journey creep
To drink oblivion from your silent deep
And in that sip the joys and griefs are gone
A gentle slumber before the coming dawn
Hail, Lethe, giver of peace to weary minds
The final solace that a lost soul finds
In your embrace, the past is left behind
And new made silence quiets every kind
Oh, Lethe daughter of strife born of the night
Pale goddess of the ever fading light
Your waters flow where shades of mortals tread
A quiet balm for memories of the dead
Upon your throne of stone you sit alone
A silent queen in realms of the unknown
With crown of frost and robes of silver gray
You wash the burdens of the world away
To you, the souls in final journey creep
To drink oblivion from your silent deep
And in that sip the joys and griefs are gone
A gentle slumber before the coming dawn
Hail, Lethe, giver of peace to weary minds
The final solace that a lost soul finds
In your embrace, the past is left behind
And new made silence quiets every kind
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