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Forwarded from Wotansvolk
"And we're here to make them pay
It's time for the final slay

The oath has been taken
All the armies are trained
Unleash your final chains
Join us or meet your fate"

- François Blanc
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We invoke thee
Black Dragon of Chaos
We evoke thee
O mighty dragon force

Awaken now from your aeonic slumber
Rise up from the abyss
Dragon of forgotten lore
Let your Chaos rule forever more

Lotan
Raise your seven heads and
Let the ancient ones rule again

Apep
Dragon of devouring darkness
Supreme ruler of emptiness
Open up your black diamond eyes
Rejoice as Ra's creation dies

Jormungand
Lord of the poisonous sea
Fulfill the twilight prophecy
Unleash your hatred upon all life
Kill this world in the final strife

Tiamat
Queen of the formless deep
The Eleventh seal is now broken
Hark to your children's invocations and awaken from your dreadful sleep

Tohu Tehom Theli Than
Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!
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Forwarded from Zara posting (Zaratustra)
Late breakfast 😋
Portobello, arugula, goat cheese omlette with half a pomegranate
Story time...

Last night, I had a dream that my van broke down on a desrt road. A slick man pulled up in a classic car, blasting music, and said, "You need a ride, babes?"

Instantly, I recognized his voice and asked him to clap twice (IYKYK). He did the classic NPR clap. I exclaimed, "Grill! It's you!" To which he replied with that maniacal laugh, throwing his head back.

As he reached for his smokes on the dash, he said "Get in." Of course, I obliged and hurried my way around the car to the passenger side. Upon joining him, I asked if I could smoke, as well. Another signature laugh, a sign of approval.

As we started off down the desert road, he rolled down the windows and turned up the music, singing along. We were headed straight toward the setting sun.

Then I woke up.
“What dating app do you use”

“Divine intervention, mf”
Indigo dye has great longevity: archeological evidence of its use dates back to Indus Valley civilization in the third millennium BCE.

Ancient cultures such as Greek, Roman, Chinese, Japanese, Indian all created distinctive textiles based on indigo blue. Remarkably, indigo was also used in Central and South America, where it was independently discovered.

Indigo can dye all natural fibers. It gives beautiful shades of blue — from the palest summer sky to an almost purple black.
Indigo’s name gives its origin away: it simply means ‘the Indian’ or ‘from India.’ But we now know that, besides India, indigo is also endemic to the tropical zones in Africa, China, and the Americas.

As early as more than 5,000 years ago, people in India, East Asia, and Egypt, as well as probably the Maya, used the blue dye derived from the Indigofera Tinctoria plant to dye their clothes.

They must have really adored the deep blue, almost violet shade that could be produced with the help of this plant. Otherwise, they would not have gone through the very demanding process necessary to achieve it.
Newton used "indigo" to describe one of the two new primary colors he added to the five he had originally named in his revised account of the rainbow in Lectiones Opticae of 1675.

Indigo and some of its derivatives are known to be ambipolar organic semiconductors when deposited as thin films by vacuum evaporation.

Due to its high value as a trading commodity, indigo was often referred to as blue gold.

The love affair with the mysterious dark blue color is still going strong. Even more than 5,000 years after its discovery, we humans are still enthralled by indigo and observe with fascination how the color changes continuously, fades, ages, and wears away. Just like us.
In November, I will be selling my Subi to buy a converted van. Yes, I'm going camper van hippie.

The plan is to take the cold months to travel, meet up with friends, and pick a place to move.

That's all I have right now. But I know my soul will lead me down the correct path.
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Forwarded from THE NORTH FOLK
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The Hyperion tree, a coast redwood (Sequoia sempervirents), stands as Earth's tallest known living organism, reaching over 379 feet. Estimated at 600-800 years old, its ancient roots delve into Earth's history.
Forwarded from wandering spΛrtan
The desire to live forever does not only betray a profound fear of death but complete spiritual ignorance.

The process of reincarnation allows the soul to evolve by accumulating experience through action. Death, or the cessation of being is an illusion, something limited only to the material/ physical world. In the spiritual plane, there is and can be no death.

Due to the “sexy” portrayal of technologically enhanced humans in movies, the immature soul; the tech enthusiast; modernity’s average city-dweller who believes that reality perceived by his physical senses is all-that-is, will easily fall into the trap of transhumanism.

Seduced by the prospect of merging man with machine, the bugman, having failed to graduate from the school of life, not having mastered himself/ his body and mind will excitedly jump onto the ship of doom (that is, transhumanism) which lures the ignorant and the fool into surrendering their souls to the machine by allowing them to be entrapped into physicality and have their life-force harvested for the purpose of feeding that machine.

Do realize that the concept of living only one lifetime is a preposterous idea, initially alien to our people. Before the abominable Abrahamic religions of fear and damnation/ redemption came into the picture to cloud the Aryan consciousness, during the times of Orpheus, Pythagoras, Plato, and all the way back to the Vedic era, reincarnation was a predominant aspect of our ancestors’ belief system.

It is time we unshackled our minds and souls.
Wake up, babe!
New Greek honey just arrived.
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