I pondered, upon a lake that dried. No water nowhere none to be seen or sensed, unconsciously, who could feel it. No wetness there. In the wake of forgotten tears, I smiled. Because now it was since death come each day, an incredibly happy thing to be elated, like gold in a furnace never diminished, but like mercury as well, stronger than the golden cupidity teasing men, yet more voracious than there greed for it.
The destroyer of Gold and its sin in the deviated minds of our brothers and sisters who follow the pretentious god of an other tribe.
After all, what's there in a desert hole. Filled with clay and dust and god forsaken corpses.
It wasn't normal to adapt. To concede.
Either for love or hate or whatever! Wasn't natural to betray one's truth inside one's self. For peace of mind, the peace of mind of others who weren't capable of hearing Nature's voice. Scared to death by what is real.
Those for whom the very foundation of their being was centered in this place and flattered by people betrothed to skullduggery, who were given to the lies inscribed in our heads, rewritten to hide our shame with historical fantasies of greatness! Only pleasing the bewitched who knew, shattering themselves against the great karmic wall of their short sighted incompetence.
No pituitary gland that would function properly as conceived by natural law in its most intimate ways. Permitting true men to know their God as one with themselves.
Only religion replacing God's absence in their daily actions.
And now they are invaded in their brains since when & for how many disastrous miserly generations again, empty and inane to ensure it get worse? Insulting the mysterious aryan light and beacon of mankind, for the fake reality that usury can offer! To the dead of soul who are lost forever from the thoughts of Anima.
When what is distinctly intuited within Nature's bosom. Is that unique and homogenous Will which was conceived by the World Soul, in form and body, to endure hardship, whatever matrice presented itself. Ensuring Nobility to be the only reason for its coming into concrete mortal being.
Surely to ponder is a dangerous process. Puts into doubt the feeble minded! Inciting the hypocrite to lie again, for better in the bank and on the beach, and white girls naked turning their skin negro.
They faint or are withheld from doing so, thanks to the poison they were fed at home or in public school. Living on usury. Borrowing on usury. Feeding on usury. Drowning their own in usury.
Buy and selling with usury on usury.
Traitors to their own kind, for the benefits of semite Usury. Bowing to those who wield usury's forces of nothingness.
Living stupidly for a fake god on the pavement, between four walls in Babylon. No trees nowhere. No blond infant, nowhere to be seen.
No pride and not a enough of selfless Self Love for Oneself as Nature's Great Supernatural Ornament!
But in another place according to another kind of Time, Odin's young will have abandoned the World of Rust. They will thrive with their own kind elaborated with love as the primordial Archetype of all humanity. In another sphere where there can be no Usury.
