NOT YET

Again I woke beneath the dream
Roiling clouds stained crimson skies
Before me - towering obsidian tree
Death’s head triad, ember eyes

Assent inferred - as roots did rend
and twist exposing beckoning maw
Shuddering dread I did suspend
And passed within in primal awe

Ice and stillness, stone and mist
A labyrinth born of aeon’s weight
Endless turns I did entwist
Compelled to plumb by force innate

A flickering hint unfurled to glow
With caution I approached the wall
and spied beyond a scene below
Vast and pillared; frozen hall

Torches light revealed great throngs
Men darkly robed as devotees
Infernal cadence to their song
Dwarfed by looming effigy

Words cannot share the wrathful might
Lying coiled in that dark deity
As shadows writhed in tortured light
It seemed.. alive! in still severity

Aghast, I dared not break my gaze
Nor quit my voyeurs perch on high
When suddenly ceased their chanted praise
And turned as one to meet my eye

Thrumming tension filled the strangled air
Incense snaked ‘round figures still
When silence I could no longer bear
…Gods! The idol turned of its own will!

My mind and will became unmade
Under the fire they were beset
The image swirled - began to fade
To my ears a thundering whisper came..

The Tiger, in the sense envisaged by Evola, is the dissolving and destructive force that comes into play towards the end of every cosmic cycle.

In the face of this, Evola says, it would be vain to maintain the forms and structure of a civilization that is already played out; the only thing to be done is to carry the negation beyond its dead point, so that, by a conscious transposition, it may end up, not in nothingness, but in a 'new empty space, which may perhaps be the premiss of a new formative activity.

It's funny watching back and forth like this happen between major world players on social media lol

Imagine historical figures having twitter, I wonder who would be funniest

My money is on Napoleon

One of my first thoughts

Martin Luther probably would've dropped some bangers though considering this quote:

"I am ripe shit, so is the world a great wide [butt]hole; eventually we will part," and "Dear Devil [...] I have shit in my pants and breeches; hang them on your neck and wipe your mouth with them."

LBJ was kind of turned up too, wouldve been mean in the dms and all over the ethots:

"President Lyndon B. Johnson definitely packed a presidential punch - in his pants. Reportedly, Johnson was obsessed with his johnson. He referred to his member as 'jumbo,' and he was known to show it off all over DC. He once brandished 'jumbo' at the urinals in the Capitol building, asking the fellow bathroom-user: 'Have you ever seen anything as big as this?'

He also was known for conspicuously grabbing his groin during House and Senate meetings."

The Chāwnas are a set of deep states of concentrated meditative absorption of which the Southrons achieved direct realization of Primordial Dixie Dharma

People forget that especially wild tobacco is a potent psychoactive

The Baccer Sutra states that this is a particularly intense practice and that most outside of the material realm of Dixie will experience overwhelming head rush or even violent vomiting if they attempt.

While Southerners may make it seem easy due to their natural predisposition towards the harmonic channeling of primordial Dixie, it can be particularly debilitating for those outside of the realm and it is not a practice to be attempted by the inexperienced or weak of heart.