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The Fuel of Great Profit Seas

Tue, 10 Mar 2026 00:00:00 GMT

Context: Anxiety is stoked regarding rising fuel prices, and inflation, following, reports of hostilities in the Persian gulf, and perfidious statements by Western officials.

Scribed word drives back those of the East,
Athena brings them to their knees,
Screen pixels distort what we see,
As vessels ship black blood we need,
Spectors of strength in flux and flow,
The universal wolf's thirst grows,
Theatric horrors put on show,
Kabbalic kooks claim the end's known,

The Fuel of Great Profit Seas,

A global formed Babel tower,
As man's farmed to feed its power,
With revelation over tones,
The old aeon is staged to go,
Actors in suits stage rolled out troops,
Normalising cleansing roots,
Spilling blood of Gog and Magog,
The Normans win against all odds,

The Fools fall for Prophesies,

Only true Israelites can see,
The word will shape what comes to be,
Just scripts serving the sovereign's needs,
From which most will never break free,
Men will become what they believe,
The earth is shaped by what men need,
Myth that acts as our action's seeds,
Entrancing words make history.

Son of Odin and the Crossroads

Wed, 11 Feb 2026 00:00:00 GMT

In Son of Odin and the Crossroads, young readers are invited into a world where courage is tested, choices matter, and even the smallest hero can walk the path of the gods.

Told in 96 lively rhyming lines and brought to life through 12 vivid illustrations, this enchanting tale follows a curious boy who encounters the mighty Tiw, the god of bravery and justice. At a fateful crossroads, the boy must face fears, doubts, and difficult decisions—learning that true strength isn’t about power, but about heart, wisdom, and the courage to choose what is right.

With rhythmic storytelling, striking artwork, and timeless lessons, a magical journey is woven. Perfect for bedtime reading or classroom discussion, this illustrated rhyming adventure encourages children to think bravely, act kindly, and find their own path when the road ahead seems uncertain.

A story of courage, choices, and the quiet strength within us all.

The Word of Gød

Sat, 24 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT

The rune Os is alluded to mean both mouth and gød.

The opening of the book of Genesis has a line to the effect of ~ "Gød said, 'Let there be light,' and so there was light."

If a signal is made, that signal, once available to be consumed, then potentially affects signals consequently made. I will meditate on this concept in regard to poetry.

After you come to the realization that religions with scale are a tool of power—regardless of whatever beneficial aspects a particular religion may have at a personal level—it is tempting to align with the atheist mindset and completely disregard a book of dead poetry such as the Bible as being merely a man-written corruption of poetic genius. I will be arguing here that the very fact that it is corrupted and reinterpreted by men that have ulterior motives makes it just as much the word of Gød as if it had been filled with the poetic genius of pure-intentioned, receptive writers.

Religious Rhymes

It is notable that the gød hierarchy structure of the Gnostics rhymed closely with the feudal system that the peoples of that period lived in.

Going back further, when nature was even more so man's enemy, in the sense that dikes, and irrigation systems, and large wood clearings had yet to be made, and man's fate was tied up with the whims of natural forces, we arrive at Hellenistic and similar belief systems, which were largely fatalistic in nature, where astrology plays a dominant role, dictating what should be done. Looking at the poetry of Lydgate, which is in no way Christian in the modern understanding of it, we see that remnants of this way of thinking lingered well on into the Middle Ages.

Later on, in the age where the engineer had almost tamed and muzzled the forces of nature, the Hellenistic belief system is then relegated to niche spiritualist groups. We have instead the fully ascended concept of will. Seen in the dead, congealed European and Middle Eastern poetry that was committed to paper by book publishers, forming the Old Testament, with its concept of a chosen people. We had in the same vein the notion of an American dream. This being a belief system built on the notion that a blessed man can do great things through will alone. This at a time when in Western society churches are a husk of their former self, while media and the management class keep talking about the European and Islamic dead poetry-derived set of beliefs and practices that manifested into a Jewish identity.

In the early 21st century, much like the Fifth Monarchists that came before to usher in the United Kingdom, we have real-world events being continuously compared to the dead poetry in the latter sections of Abrahamic texts, commonly referred to as end-of-days beliefs. Biblical end-of-days prophecies are being willed into being and encouraged to be LARPed out by entrenched power to achieve geopolitical goals.

Leading to the bizarre situation where isolated religious people in remote regions of North America, with complete buy-in to revised modern interpretations of the Bible, talk of events to come. Prophesied events that rhyme with the seeming trend of geopolitical events. Pointing out the rhyme between real-world reality and the myths and beliefs that are contextually relevant, leads to the conclusion that a feedback loop between the two exists.

The Feedback Loop

Within the domain of action, there are feedback loops, with input data that seeks to correct action taken. This is the case with AI deep learning and PID (proportional, integral, derivative) controllers used in control systems. In the domain of an individual man, this is called a "flow" state. In the societal domain, there is a feedback loop between shared understanding and real-world action. Mythology and a poetic, abstract understanding of the world give purpose and reason to act, as well as the ability to conceptualize events of the world. With sufficient self-awareness to see what does and does not work and what is and is not true, one can then re-evaluate the mythology and poetic understanding that is there, giving agency to act, to attempt to better align with desired outcomes. A cybernetic state is achieved.

In this context, it is not far-fetched to claim that the corrupted, manipulated Bible is in fact very much the word of Gød. The Gød just may not be the Gød that you need or is not a Gød that is there to help you. It is the word of Gød to facilitate the aims of real-world power.

Those that blindly go along with the word of Gød—not for them, but for the higher echelons of earthly power—are powerless people that are instinctively gravitating to ethereal power in the hope of reaping some benefit for themselves. This goes to the root meme of the central point: the mountaintop, the world tree, the cult of the king, the stairway or ladder connecting earth to the heavens.

It is now plain to see why power is so obsessed with controlling the stories. Whether it is a conscious desire or an emergent instinct matters not. Power is seen to repeatedly seek to control the stories. By controlling the stories, they can affect the macro direction of real-world events. This explains why even today the lies and mythology around Shakespeare remain upheld ardently. Why else would you give intelligence agencies filmmaking budgets, why police speech, and gatekeep institutions?

The Domesticated Shaman

To aid the exploration of ideas, let us for a moment ignore that there exists agents that seek to deceive for their own aims; instead, only consider well-meaning intention.

In cold prose, what is a gød in the modern understanding of faith and religion?

There is the abstract real form that a gød may poetically represent, but then there is the poetic representation of that.

That poetic representation is what most people think of when we speak of gøds. That a gød is, in the absence of a personal ecstatic experience or initiation, the written or spoken words of a poet or elder who has had an initiation or ecstatic experience, who loves his folk, and strives to help his people make sense, do well, and get by in the world as it exists in his period of time.

The poetry, of course, then must be consumed and accepted by the folk in order for it to ascend to the realm of the gøds.

We have here an interaction of a masculine etheric force, creating the words from the air, and a feminine force deciding whether or not to let the words into and impregnate the main body of the collective.

The gød Odin, Blake's Poetic Genius, or Ovid, being the poets' Gøds, have a special place as they are the poetic interpretations of masculine gød form creating the words to be offered to the folk. Likewise, Frigga, Helena, or Britannia, have a special place as they are the gøddesses representing the feminine force in this relationship.

Since everyone seeking to be honest—the poet included—must battle to find the balance between the need for structure and the need to find an honest interpretation of perceived reality—this being the warring left and right brain—a well-meaning poet may try his hardest to manifest poetic genius, only to then have his output judged by the feminine spirit of the collective to be not of worth. It is the feminine collection of the tribe that defines if the words are poetic genius.

One of the best handiworks of the poetic genius is the meme of the four elements. It can help interpret many things, but it is still fundamentally just a related poetic interpretation. It is by no means a hard law. We will do well to remember this, for that will help us not to apply the imagery where it is not fitting.

The phenomena of things becoming cliché, or poetry becoming "dead," is in this context a natural defense against trying to apply poetic interpretations as a hard rule. To resist becoming cliché, a piece of poetry must be reinterpreted particularly to the age and place it is used in.

Roots

There are identifiable etheric cybernetic forms and modes of behavior that manifest in the real world. These are of the realm of the gøds (gød - meaning to call forth). To bring them into the domain of man, a philosopher or poet has to create a label.

There are as many gøds as there are unique cultural conditions and elders or poets that are able to put into words the poetic genius of the gød form, a distinct abstract form, out of love for their folk.

This is denied by the left-brain possessed that seek conformity, but regardless of the suppression, it still finds a way to break through the cracks, as all life does. Anglo-Saxon interpreted Christianity has Anglo-Saxon gøds and poetry woven into it, while there are instances of sub-Saharan African Christianity that had Voodoo woven into it.

Should contemporary poets and elders lean into this fact and focus on speaking to their closest folk, counter to the prevailing Satanic forces of standardization, in a shrinking globalized world?

There is a philosophical saying of note that says the answer is no. In the Secret Sayings of Jesus, there is a line to the effect of ~ "... You cannot preach to your own people ... " Regardless of who the source of this philosophical saying is, it was important enough to be committed to paper in an age when it was a prized product, and so is of note.

Living through the institutional and large corporation-led terrorism of 2020-2024, this saying was true for many people. Even though you may share blood with someone, there existed a centralized authority with more call to authority than your words, while you were merely seen as a "son" or a "brother"—nothing of note compared to a central authority. This to me appears to be the crux of power in the age where violence is looked down on—fighting over the dominant call to authority.

When book creation exploded, there was a race to make the biggest book of poetry. The one that won out was the Bible. When the crypto movement exploded, there was a race to make the blockchain with the biggest market capacity.

The age where Shamanism had worth to a people is long ago and far removed from busy industrialized Christian societies. Each was right for the time and age in which it rose to prominence.

We went from behavior being steered by the Shaman or witch doctor in an intimate setting, relaying an ecstatic experience, to the poet alone in his writing room trying to commit to paper poetic genius, then on to compiled works beyond the ability of individuals.

At each stage, the cybernetic feedback loop has evolved. We went from shamans having a very personal experience and relaying it to the group in an intimate setting, then on to the poet that tries to transcribe honestly the reality he perceives out of love for his people. Then onto that of a far greater scale, like the Bible, and now, we appear to be in a perpetual battle to win the call to authority used by the masses to decide what faction will be leading the bulk of humanity in any one period.

Even if the age of the poet has passed us by, artistic expression will never go away because it is an outgrowth of the perpetual game that is life, pushed out into the ethereal realm, and to put the pen down is to surrender. But the poet is only one way of relaying perceived reality. The engineer will make things, the emotionally led will create vibes, the prosaic person will make evidence-based reports. The poet seeks to pen poetic genius. This concept is seen in the suits of the Tarot, the Tetramorph symbolism, and color personalities in sales literature.

The Corrupted Word of Gød

It is time to grow up and move into the uncomfortable reality in which those creating the poetry and philosophy your people consume do not necessarily, and in fact probably don't, love your people. In a post-Aleister Crowley age with great centralized powers of untold power, all religion can become a tool for others.

Ukrainian soldiers doing wood fire torch ceremonies to old gøds
The Islamic forces declaring a religious war
USA mega-church goers supporting aggressive military interventionism in the Middle East.

The key thing to consider is who or what group has the most sovereignty and ability to steer a collective in any situation.

Having the most sovereignty means being able to exert a controllable share of input to the cybernetic loop between abstract conception of the world and real-world action. This controllable share can influence the cybernetic system by guiding, promoting, or stifling messages or via overt action. In other words, corrupting the natural feedback loop that exists between the people and their poetry, myths, culture, and surroundings.

If your myths aren't made or colored by poets/philosophers/shamans that love you because they are your people, your myths will be made or colored by wizards that want to use you.

The Azov battalion, with their pagan wood rituals, were alive to see ISIS be used as geopolitical pawns of money power, and yet seemingly turn out themselves to be likewise pawns. Because in the relationships that they enter into in order to gain agency, they were not ultimately sovereign.

In magic theory, there is a concept that captures this—stating that a wizard must make his own magical weapons. The thought behind this is that the objects that give an individual power must not be dependent on others. In industry, this appears as intellectual property and in-house production. In the complicated society we live in, this is of course relative advice, and in some instances impossible. No one is making state-of-the-art chip fabrication without a massive tax base subsidizing it.

Putting energy into avenues that clearly will not pay off is to enter into a losing side of arbitrage. Central powers have stacks of gold that represent countless hours of human labor. There is no fighting the holders of that hoard that represents untold future action.

Philosophers throughout the ages have moaned about the state of things and put forward their hopes for how things could change for the better. Even if things have got better in their eyes, contemporary minds will moan just the same. As though moaning about the state of affairs and vying for an unachievable target is a default state of being.

As a parent, you may read books about parenting and try things, but you then soon realize there are no rules, as you are dealing with a participating agent in the game space of life. You merely have to do what is called for in the moment and play the game.

So instead of moaning and voicing out hopes for how to change things, better turn away and accept that this is the environment we live in, and we should just try and help our folk and kin as best we can in this environment. Living under degenerate money power is just our version of living surrounded by wolf packs in primordial European forests, or as a vassal to a more powerful Lord.

In Conclusion

Yes, the Bible is written, changed, and corrupted by men of questionable character, but it is still very much the word of Gød, that Gød being the dominant cybernetic form that exists at the mass scale of man.

We went from shamans in a personal setting, onto poets and philosophers writing of gøds, then the call to authority of a collected body of prose and poetry, and now we have the narrative wars of competing factions. Like the chameleon color-change battles, but with etheric narratives. The narrative that remains standing and sticks with the populace, due to superior messaging or sheer power backing it, is what steers the population.

Their Temple ( ode to Western inteligence gathering flights )

Sat, 04 Oct 2025 00:00:00 GMT

Context: There is an increased effort to move into the Gaza Strip, and surrounding countries. Graphic scenes are abound, available for regular people to see.

Kabbalah memes to hide meanings,
World's told it's not what they're seeing,
Disgust is truth for most of us,
The game is to make truth reversed,
Loyalty tested by what's done,
Malice filled down-trodden claimed ones,
Unseen forces favour their clan,
Their temple built on your land,

Tragedy day in and out streamed,
Normalising the horrors seen,
Debating poetic meanings,
To best justify wrong doings,
Codified laws twisted and bent,
The oligarchs know what was meant,
Signal none against may stand,
Their temple built on your land,

Yet to cast off Middle age spells,
There left where the merchants did sales,
scribe noted Roman poet thoughts,
Subversion played out as a sport,
Mind games rather than battles fought,
Power ensures these tales are taught,
Power's is not the Gøds' plan,
Their temple built on your land,

Prophetic visions of the end,
Only evil seeks to defend,
Enlightenment ladders reach hell,
From material realms dwelt,
Up to the hard limit of trust,
Merchants and priests engage in trysts,
Simply because they think they can,
Their temple built on your land.

Odynic Mysteries

Sun, 24 Aug 2025 00:00:00 GMT

The utility of cults and faith

As we move from the individual to the collective, and then to the mass, the utility of cults and faith transforms. A cult at the personal level has a different soul to that at the national level. At the personal level we are dealing with a discrete signal, whereas at the nation level we are dealing with a summed signal, with all information lost through interference. What holds true at the micro level may not at the macro. Models break down. This is why, for example, Abrahamism can be both poetically and spiritually profound on a personal level, and yet seem materially hollow or even malevolent and evil. The soul of the cult shifts as it scales.

Moving from the individual to the macro - models, utilities, behaviors, and characteristics change. The level of information compression shifts. At the macro level, only heavily compressed input data can be handled as there simply is not enough compute or memory to handle the discrete. Crowd ambience is not the same as an individual voice.

In the Anglo nations, the only widely observable living faiths are statism and science. The modern interpretation of cults and faith often feels like pure LARPing. Memes, egregores, charms, and rituals that have psychological utility are wholly understandable. However, to believe in dead poetry as literal truth seems like a symptom of a melting mind.

In England, there are but one or a handful of accounts of idols of the Gods being destroyed. History is re-written by victors, even so, there is little that compares from this forgotten time from before to the vast network of chapels that spread out from Kent. Things seemingly got weird with the introduction of book-making. The damp forests of Northern Europe, perpetually humid and moldy, did keep at bay the technology of book making for an impressively long time. There are no instruction manuals for brainwashing or on the science of cults, from that period, but there are books, some printed as early as the 15th century, that will begin to melt your mind if you sit with them long enough. The most well-known, of course, is the Torah. The writings of John Dee are another example.

It was during this period that the dominant soul of faith in England began to shift—from one rooted in community to one extending across the nation. With that, faith took on a very different flavour - it became more about the utility that can be found at the macro level - namely, to do with power and control.

On a Personal Level

We all know the worth of cults and faith — though some may be in denial about it — we partake in faith-based action all the time. Some call state-run helplines to wait for the words of an indifferent operator to decide what their next move should be. Others seek inner connection to egregores and archetypes of gods; others read long-dead, corrupted poetry for guidance. Through these actions, both guidance and motivation to act are found. In computer science, a reinforcement agent has a random generator to give it direction when there is not enough learned actions. Faith and cult practices can provide similarly beneficial guidance to an individual, when there is not a clear direction of action.

The Odynic force is amplified by action and verve, conversely, the Odynic force is diminished by inaction. By having the guidance needed to act when the moment demands it, the flame within the individual is kept alive. An appropriate cult keeps that flame burning. It matters little what the actual cult is, only that the verve is sustained. Life, after all, is fluid dynamics.

Unlike a reinforcement learning agent, a human cannot simply come to a crossroads, pull out a die, map actions to its faces, and roll it. There must be a deeper backstory and richer context to initiate meaningful action. By contrast, what does work, and is often done, is to cast runes, deal a tarot spread, or open a book of long-dead poetry to a random passage.

There is a whole organized effort behind creating the right atmosphere to guide congregations into a certain vibe. Sound designers spend hours crafting warm, cozy-sounding pads to play during a gathering. Backing bands play chord progressions and craft suspense, during the delivering of purported prophetic texts to trigger the desired emotional state in the audience. These points are suited to discussions of the communal level, but on a personal level they can be healing. Sitting among people dear to you, hearing poetic prose wrapped in warm soundscapes, can be a positive thing. At its root a sacred space is being created, which is not to be belittled, especially in our overcrowded, Wi-Fi-saturated modern world.

On a personal level - reversed

The clearest negative aspect of cults and faith on a personal level is naivety. Using the Tarot, this is the Fool card, reversed. When a mode of behaviour and interpretation of the world has been codified, alternative modes of thought and experience are often placed beyond reach, and maybe even unknowable.

Linked to naivety, but distinct, is the notion of being trapped. In Tarot, this is symbolised by the Devil card. A person is limited by what they perceive to be possible; if their cult or faith forbids them from believing that something can be achieved, then that thing will simply never be attempted. The individual remains in bondage — chained at the Devil’s side.

Most Europeans today are so-called secular individuals — Noahides — who unknowingly worship the state, without conscious awareness that they are part of a cult. If the aristocracy truly functioned for the well-being of the people, this cult could perhaps provide a net good. This has not been the case — likely not since the Domesday Book. One might even argue that the very soul of an aristocracy, when governing at scale, cannot be benevolent due to the constraints of its environment and the tools at its disposal.

Specifically, regarding a cult like Statism, a third negative aspect of cults and faith is that when answers are delivered to an individual, creativity is stifled. If an opinion is fully fleshed out, polished, and presented as authoritative, there is little incentive to create in that domain — since the work is perceived to have already been done. This can lead to an insane warping of reality, for example, consider how much of the population believe DNA to be a Turing complete programming language — simply because that is what their cult told them.

On a Communal Level

If life is fluid dynamics, then at the communal level, faith and cults provide the dance floor on which the dance takes place. It is a default path in communal living, one that reduces the need for compute, which is preferable, since compute brings dis-ease.

In computer science, compression is regarded as strongly linked to intelligence. Prejudice, in this framing, represents distilled actionable knowledge. It functions like the relationship between one market ticker and another in a free market - without such knowledge, participants are impaired. This idea leads naturally into signaling theory. Within a faith or cult, through signals, individuals can communicate that they have shared values, views, and priorities. This signaling lessens the need for individual computation that would otherwise be required to work these things out. Extending this further, we encounter the notion of belonging — of not being alone.

A faith or cult practiced by those around you gives rise to a call to authority. Rightly or wrongly, actions or beliefs held by a group carry more prestige than the beliefs of an isolated individual. From this emerges the possibility of egregores - collective thought-forms - which are far more fleshed out and complex than what an individual's belief can manifest.

On a Communal Level - reversed

The most crass and unsavoury negative utility of faith and cult at a communal level is the grift — the taking of material assets from the collective. On a national level, this grift may take the form of taking verve and agency, effectively neutralising a group as a potential threat to power.

There are clear examples of this, such as megachurches in America, where the leaders live lavish lifestyles, or churches in England that have been taken over by out-groups that later boast within their circles about pocketing money from church donations. Then you have internet personalities who adopt a Christian persona to grow an audience, or, more troubling, unsavoury national-level actors promote faith as a means of placating the populace.

Freemasonry was a cult that once had relevance, as evidenced by the well-built Masonic halls found in nearly every town. It promoted the idea of always helping out a fellow member and swearing secrecy. These oaths, by their nature, can facilitate the left-hand path — enabling the least worthy to rise to power. Of course, a benevolent person can also seek power using such mechanisms. However, remember that the journey changes a person - if a benevolent individual must overcome malevolent rivals to reach the top, they will no-longer be the same benevolent person once they reach the top.

On a National level

Universalism means standardisation. Not everyone needs to be on the same page - it is enough for a sizable group to buy in, as this can effectively regulate the behaviour of the broader population. The signaling theory aspects that operate at the communal level also apply here, with the added benefit that an unfamiliar region can be visited and a quick judgement made about whether trust should be extended to its inhabitants. This has significant implications for trade.

The signals expressed by a community function as a kind of proof of work, allowing outsiders to gauge whether trust is warranted. A clear example is the construction of churches with spires - a travelling merchant, upon seeing a familiar church spire as he approaches a settlement, knows with some confidence that he will be received favourably.

The appeal to authority, as a concept that applies at the communal level, simply scales up at the national level. A text with authority at the national level carries more weight than one that is only relevant locally, because it has more buy-in.

It is fair to say that the Industrial Age could not have arisen in England without universalism. A one-in-a-thousand individual, or a one-in-a-hundred industry, would not have been able to connect with their counterparts as required to spark some genuine innovation.

On a National level - reversed.

At the national level, the negative aspects of faith and cults begin to manifest in darker, more sinister ways. To better understand why “evil” might emerge at this scale, I will attempt to define power in the human domain as follows:

Power is having dependents while maintaining limited liability and expenditure.

This definition is particularly relevant to faith and cults, since for the relatively minimal costs of maintaining sacred spaces and customs, vast numbers of people can develop dependency.

It is exhausting to use force to get your way, since resistance often strengthens when confronted with force. In parenting, there are times when one must stand firm despite pushback, but this usually creates an unwelcome cacophony of disharmony. Another method of influence is self-deprecation, where one intentionally makes oneself worse off in a partnership - through guilt or a sense of obligation, the other party often acquiesces to wants, feeling compelled to give something in return. A third method, which became visible during the events of 2020, is to melt minds so that people lose their grip on reality, thereby making it easier to introduce significant changes to society.

In 2020, the trust and dependence built up in the cult of the state was leveraged by those in power. The universalism of faith and cults at a national level makes it possible to create a vast pool of people from which assets, agency, and energy can be harvested. Even if a faith or cult is designed primarily to placate and control the populace, it can still produce beneficial effects at the communal and personal level. From this perspective, culture itself may be seen as what emerges in the breathing space left behind by the areas that social engineers cannot fully control.

Power favoured cults

It is clear that power will always favour a faith or cult that lends itself to universalism. Only those cults endorsed by power are permitted to grow. This is why, for example, a tiny church of Woden in England, with only a small congregation, was branded as far-right and neo-Nazi and subsequently attacked, while certain outrageous Christian-based sub-cults received little more than passing criticism. Exclusionist cults and faiths cannot replace universalist cults - they can only ever serve as options for individuals seeking a faith or cult with utility that helps them grow their personal or communal agency.

The writer alias Shakespeare spoke of the “universal wolf” — a metaphor for unfettered power. Such a wolf could never arise without a universal faith or cult at the national level, since the signalling such systems provide is what permits will to become unfettered.

Money is not inherently fungible, nor should it be. In our present system, its non-fungibility is obscured by money printing - central banks issue IOUs - and allowing favoured individuals closer to the source of new money to reap the rewards of primary credit. This dynamic functions much like non-fungibility. Since money is tokenised power, it becomes obvious why good money is not — and should not be fully fungible. In earlier times, tribes and cults enforced this non-fungibility of tokenised power.

Faith at the communal and regional level is primarily rooted in signalling theory and a wholesome desire for belonging and cooperation. Yet, once a technology such as book printing emerges, standardisation becomes possible. This transforms the very soul of the faith or cult into something somewhat indifferent to the needs of the individual or the local community, and more concerned with the needs of the larger group or a centralised oligarchy.

Rejecting Pythagoreanism and Universalism

Hellenistic and Pythagorean beliefs, most prominently transmitted through the Torah and Kabbalah, describe a ladder of enlightenment leading closer to En Sofia. Near the top of this ladder lies Saturn’s realm. Seasoned programmers can be seen as having mastered this realm, gaining intuition through patterns and forms rather than pure logic. Yet programming as a profession is often detrimental to mental health, with countless individuals suffering as a result. What has followed this so-called apex of the enlightenment ladder is the rise of large language models, which capture the distilled essence of thousands of minds that reached the Saturnic sphere. LLMs can be incredibly useful — though in practice they are a bizarre mix of brilliance and absurdity. This raises the question - are Hellenistic and Pythagorean beliefs really a useful map for our world?

According to the fundamental laws of information theory, national-level faiths and cults could not have existed in their currently understood form until after the invention of the printing press. Abrahamism, as it is commonly conceived today, can therefore only date to around the 14th century. From this perspective, one could argue that the soul of a national-level cult or faith is inherently evil, since European history from this period onward is marked by bloodshed. Yet this would be an unfair assessment, as a larger story was unfolding. The world was becoming smaller - as the unknown receded, and the doubling of information accelerated. Universalism became a prerogative when ethnic groups found themselves surrounded by rivals seeking to extend their influence beyond their shores. In this light, national-level faith or cults can be seen as a military technology — a way of pooling resources to ensure the survival of a land’s tribes, which in turn leads to the establishment of a nation state with hard borders.

The Odynic Mysteries

Odin suffered upon the tree of life and, through this trial, gained the wisdom of the runes and of healing. This theme recurs across many faiths and cults. I would argue it reflects a fundamental truth about human life - growth comes through hardship, and there is always a price to be paid for knowledge and wisdom. The same principle appears in the Rider-Waite Tarot — which was developed by the secret order of the Golden Dawn, which drew upon the experience of witnessing hundreds of men and women passing through its mystery school. This lends credibility to the idea that the Tarot’s symbolism is a macro representation of man’s story.

Christ too is a figure of poetic genius, like Odin. But while Christ became a universal deity, Odin (or Woden) remained bound to the Germanic peoples, such as the Angles and Saxons. For this reason, Woden can be seen as the truer god for these peoples than Christ. There is a degree of insincerity in following a non-egregore god-form such as Christ. Many in fact may be following Woden and his kin under other names - a minority unfortunately have been manipulated and brainwashed beyond reach. The source material reminds us that Odin can appear in many guises, as any son of Odin. Every son of Odin and daughter of Frigg must therefore be held in as high regard as the high gods and goddesses themselves.

A useful principle for life is that all poetic truth comes from Odin. In practice this means we should not close our minds or cut ourselves off from ideas. If ideas or technologies come to us and prove true or useful, they have reached us for a reason — they are gifts from Odin. There are countless concepts removed from the Odinic mysteries that have clear utility.

The horoscope which symbolically captures all cycles, each stage of its arc reflected in the signs.
The Tarot encodes the solar cycle, applied to the arc of personal growth.
The quartered horoscope gives us the Platonic elements: fire, air, water, earth.
The wisdom of Alchemy, that offers symbolic steps for completing any task.
The Saturnic use of technology, AI, mechanics and electronics.
The practice of meditating with words as see in Christian prayer.
The mastering of breath as seen in Pranayama.

Along with countless other examples, these teachings have come down to us to aid us in our personal journeys.

The nine worlds

We live in Middle Earth. We are not meant to live where the Ælf dwell, nor where the Deorg dwell, close to Hel. We live in Middle Earth and are to live as one is meant to live in Middle Earth. This does not mean we are to remain there passively, slaves to the course that Wyrd weaves. Should we need to quest to Deorgham, Ælfham, or any other realm, we must undertake that journey. Yet the truth remains - we are of Middengeard, and so we must always return. Failure to make that vital return means the premature death of man or wife. The body may still breathe, and the mind may still think, but the individual is no longer man or wife - that aspect of them is dead — they are something altogether different.

When you are with your wife, you are to comfort, protect, and love.
When you are with your enemy, you are to hate, hunt, and combat.
When you are with your children, you are to play, guide, and protect.
When you are faced with trial, you are to meditate and choose wisely.

If you are in need of the qualities of Frigg, you must invoke and call her forth. Or, if she does not hear your call for counsel, you must journey to her, close to the realm of the Ælf, to hear her wisdom from Heafon — but then you must return to Middle Earth. Neither journey is easy or guaranteed, but Wyrd commands that you attempt it nonetheless. Each journey changes you - each journey depletes your energy - each journey has the power to build or diminish your character, for better or for worse. The same is true if your folk require you to journey to Neowol, Frith, Muspelli, or Eotenham. Even if you must go near Hel to learn the wily craftiness of the goblins in Deorgham, the journey must be made.

When we look at these realms — east, west, north, and south — and their correspondence of the qualities of the gods and goddess, we see a clear similarity to the Platonic elements and to the Cynefin decision-making framework, hinting that the is an Odynic true. Yet there is a clear departure from the Hellenistic model - the nines worlds of Odynic Mysteries are not a ladder. The map is a realm to explore for the betterment or detriment of one’s self. Here we have a map to guide us in life, and with a map that more closely reflects the realities of the physical world we inhabit, we improve our chances of success — for ourselves and for our folk - while exploring our world.

Closing thoughts

There was a time when I believed that all faiths and cults manifested organically. Manly P. Hall first sparked doubt in that belief, but it was only after watching power at work as an adult that the notion became absurd. The beneficial aspects of ritual magic, communal bonds, personal guidance, solace ... which faiths and cults provide at a small scale are very real. At the universal level, an entirely different nature is expressed. Power promotes its desired views, while artists and poets consciously create from their environment and imagination. Nothing compels power, artists, or poets to reflect the world and poetic truth faithfully. If anything, they are more likely to strive to consciously manifest preferred realities.

As the realm of computer programming has seemingly reached the apex of Logos — Saturn-worship — it has long since moved beyond linear processing. Contemporary programming focuses on emergent systems, where behavior increasingly approaches complexity. It is now common to recognize that working at different scales brings different difficulties and requirements. Frameworks and approaches must be tailored to scale. I segue here to point out that as computer science evolves to more closely model the real world, it trends toward a mode of thinking more suited to polytheism than to the Platonic monotheism the Greeks wrote into the Torah.

The Odynic mysteries are an aspect of the poetic truth of being a Germanic European, but for this belief system to re-emerge as lived reality, it must be consciously manifested by organizing power, artists, and poets. Even once it is manifested in the real world, it will remain dwarfed by what universalist power brings forth. That is OK.

Subverter's Mind

Mon, 28 Apr 2025 00:00:00 GMT

Written in acknowledgment of that constant force of subversion that exists in our lives, ever seeking to de-stable and undermine any noble effort to aspire to a better way of living.

Distaste of folk struggling alone,
Merely a piece a player owns,
Once sovereign but now without home,
Stepping up is what must be done,
As one working for fellow man,
An intertwined and tempered clan,
Think of all our better spent time,
If not for the subverter's mind,

No War would be fought to no end,
Forgot would not be our brave men,
Needs gone with all mothers given,
Sought would be the noble vision,
We would indulge in arts refined,
Folk and ties would see eye to eye,
Greatness we'd idolize and prize,
If not for the subverter's mind,

Blood bound work together in life,
Neighbours uncloaked away put knives,
Together driven by what's right,
Paths are written by inner insights,
Idols proudly raised on the land,
Facing danger together all band,
Against injustice as one stand,
If not for the subverter's mind,

Evil abound was let on in,
Box opened and apple eaten,
There is no going back again,
On and through the given option,
Imagine all that could have been,
If not for the subverter's mind,
Incarnations of the divine,
If not for the subverter's mind,

Vile thought patterns they made to spread,
Whilst words of kin remain unread,
No undermining of our aims,
No not knowing one's neighbour's name,
Subservient not to the grift,
If not for the subverter's mind,
Enjoying the gods' given gifts,
If not for the subverter's mind.

Dichotomy

Sun, 05 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT

The differentiation of this and that, can be sensory or it can be of a mental construct. Often the distinction is only abstract and there is in reality a continuum of deviations along some function plot, but it is useful, and often sensible, to regard things in terms of a binary dichotomy. There is this and then something that clearly isn't. Dichotomies often exist within a time domain where each of the pair tussle for dominance. The hermetic meme has a principle of correspondence, which, along with other principles, invokes thoughts of a wave dynamic.

There is a form of dichotomy where the dynamics of this and that are coded into its very being. The surface of the sea making troughs and peaks, or a plot of honest market data, are two examples. In these examples, after an apex comes an inevitable fall. Something extends beyond its natural capability, then it eventually returns with momentum, undershoots, recovers, and then the pattern repeats. There exists a force driving this behavior, constantly spurring an attribute to go above its equilibrium state. In the market, the force is the market participants seeking return. In the case of a wave on the open sea, the force is the wind born out of the humidity and temperature differentials between land and sea.

Agency

When agents begin to game each other or their environment, a far more interesting form of dichotomy can develop. If an agent that is part of a larger whole wills to express itself, and despite being constrained by the large whole finds enough agency to do so, it must become less like the larger whole. English people living amid the tyranny of old, who wanted to express themselves, had to escape overseas where they were free from the constraints placed on them by the tyrants. If a person or group, that is part of a larger collective wants to stand out or express themselves, they will have to, to some degree, move outside of the larger group. Put differently, they must explore the frontier.

In a two dimensional space this concept is encapsulated by the Yin and Yang symbol; there is this and then there is that, this has a touch of that in it, and that has a touch of this in it.

From a cold reinforcement learning, computer science perspective, this behavior is dictated by the concept of a payoff for an action. If objectives are not able to be met within the body main, then leaving the body main to some degree becomes a viable action, in spite of risks previously associated with such an act. What was previously an unviable move due to risk becomes more and more viable as safe action becomes inaccessible, resulting in the remembered payoff for a safe action diminishing. Here are some idioms that capture this notion: "he who dares, wins.", "think out of the box.". When considering high dimensions, action on the frontier is not merely this becoming that, it is this moving into a whole new domain space, where that might not even exist, or could exist in any number of different forms.

Slime Mold

Slime mold appears to be an example of an analogous equivalent to reinforcement learning; another example is grass growth. At first glance, its behavior may seem simple to understand. The dynamics of slime mold movements can be closely captured algorithmically, using rules for near-environment avoidance and factors governing the rate of exploratory action.

However, upon further consideration, it becomes clear that you can never exactly emulate what the mold is doing or predict its next movement with certainty; you can only model it. The entire surface of the slime mold senses its environment, and this sensing helps it identify the direction in which it can metabolize. A simulation can only predict the movements of the slime mold if it fully understands both the state of the environment and the internal state of the slime mold. In short, a perfect simulation is only possible if the simulator is the slime mold and its environment, which is impossible. There is a loss of information, meaning a true predictive simulation of the slime mold is not feasible.

The slime mold makes correct movements by having near perfect data about its immediate surroundings. If the sensory body of the slime mold is somehow exposed to bad data, its decision-making will become impaired, and its movements will be sub-optimal. This example sheds light on the games that are played in the human domain. A higher-dimensional, multi-factor dichotomy cannot be fully grasped, but we can simplify it into an abstraction. By examining slime mold in terms of what it is and what it is not, we observe a force driving growth, to the limits of what the local environment will support. The extremities act as the "tip of the spear," driving fluctuation of growth and die back behaviour that is akin to more simple wave like behaviour.

Source of Agency

A cold explanation of gaming behavior feels somewhat unsatisfactory when considering the actions of man. To claim that my volk of old sailed for months into the unknown simply to reach better fishing grounds in North America is unconvincing. The esoteric view is that there is an Odynic force, that compels such actions. On the other hand, the Eastern perspective is rooted in the concept of Yoga, specifically the drive for union and becoming one with the unknown and the greater. The concept of Yoga resonates when explaining the desire to venture into the unknown. An agent is driven to enter the unknown in order to unify with it and discover what lies there.

However, the concept of Yoga becomes unsatisfactory when explaining the recurrent tendency of an attribute to overextend beyond its equilibrium, as seen in phenomena like honest market data or a wave on the surface of the sea. In such cases, the Odynic force seems more appropriate. Consider how a wave repeatedly forms: we might say that the idea of Yoga, symbolizing a desire to unite with the "other," derives from the deeper meme of the Odynic force—a primal energy driving expression and overextension.

The observed consequences give rise to mechanisms resembling the second law of thermodynamics, but within the higher domain of lifeforms with agency. When people perceive something as easy or achievable, more individuals are inclined to attempt it. What begins as a single act, driven by an individual seeking agency, can snowball into a trickle and eventually a tide of collective action. Man's nature tends to favor remaining within the "body main", for that is a zone of safety, comfort, and resources. However, when the risk-to-reward ratio shifts, individuals are drawn to venture beyond this zone. In this instance, the primary driving forces would be the need for comfort and the will to survive.

At the foundational layer, in the context of our current understanding, we see a similar dichotomy. When there is an excess of anti-entropy and an influx of driving energy, there emerges a need to find space for expression, which is in the form of creating entropy. In this example, the distinction between the Odynic force and the sought-after state, that is the outcome of the will to union, becomes blurred. Perhaps they are one and the same: the Odynic force, in this instance could simply be external entropy, which is the very thing that the matter seeks to unify with.

Magi Magick

In the societal domain, specifically the Western sphere, there is a very clear dichotomy at play: societal constructs and the breaking of societal constructs. We are all tempted by the forbidden fruits and the allure of rule-breaking, but when you add a merchant class gaming the consumer, the outcome becomes inevitable. Fine craftsmanship and art have been universally replaced by trashy pop culture, punk aesthetics, and sex appeal.

At the time of writing, we have individuals who likely regard themselves as "tough" occupying managerial positions in the army and police, signing off with language that signals support for child abuse and genital mutilation. I do not believe such individuals possess the intellectual capacity to comprehend the metaphysical cultural impact of their actions. Perhaps the decision-makers above them do - those individuals with questionable allegiances. My society has degenerated to such a state that a reversal of this long trend feels like it is imminent. Expressing a desire for tradition or an appreciation of craftsmanship can quite literally result in being labeled as a far-right extremist, a Nazi, or "literally Hitler." Thus, the forbidden fruit becomes the appealing path. However, a desire for beauty that inspires does not serve the oligarchical beneficiaries of the state-sanctioned usury and racketeering that have become almost ubiquitous. For such a desire to be fully expressed, a change of power will be required.

This brings us to the subject of Magi Magick. The sad reality is that most so-called Magi Magick today is performed by corporate board members, intelligence agencies, military heads, and, worse still, by individuals who unknowingly set in motion mechanisms that warp reality through their actions. In each instance, this Magick serves the interests of factions that control tokenized will, in the form of currency.

The Magi are those skilled in the power of words and motivation, capable of bending reality. One mechanism of controlling reality is to dampen the natural wave of change. This is done by supporting one faction or idea, sowing division, or breaking apart another faction or tabooing ideas. Perhaps the Magi of old operated no differently, creating and propagating lies, standing by those lies, and then simply outlasting any opposition.

One of the Magi’s strategies is to prevent the natural flow of a dichotomy, symbolized by the Yin and Yang. At the inflection point of this flow, chaos arises - chaos that can destabilize the Magi or their aligned faction. To protect their position, the Magi act to avoid this chaos by keeping both sides of the dichotomy in balance. This notion is captured by the symbolism of the hexagram. In practice, this involves fueling division within a powerful group by spreading lies, preventing actions from yielding results, and encouraging internal conflict. Shakespeare’s play Othello illustrates how this might have been achieved in the past. In modern times, this is done through entities like the British Army, the legal system, and intelligence agencies, which use AI bots in discussion groups or support individuals running scams that funnel donations into black holes. Legal systems are also employed to stifle dissent when someone becomes unfavoured by the oligarchy.

On the other side of the dichotomy, when artificial support is needed, the Magi ensure that all necessary resources are available. The law either looks the other way or acts half-heartedly. A historical example is Einstein, who became a household name almost overnight through coordinated praise by major newspapers. In the modern age, this takes the form of mass signaling: certain phrases or symbols are displayed everywhere, artificial groups are created and promoted to deliver specific messages, and narratives are tightly controlled. The hexagram captures this totalitarian concept perfectly, with its upward and downward triangles symbolizing the opposing sides of a dichotomy in balance.

Fractiousness

I have observed seemingly opposing factions expressing the same idea in some abstract form. This phenomenon stems from the inability to find shared language and metaphors that could lead to beneficial cooperation. In addition, within a previously unified group, disunity can arise due to miscommunication. One striking example I recall is hearing a Christian podcaster vehemently denounce Aleister Crowley’s teachings as pure evil, only to moments later unwittingly echo his central philosophy in reworded form: "Do what thou wilt. Love is the law, love under will." While it is true that Crowley was degenerate at times, the core of his teachings holds truth. However, his toxic actions and personality have often acted as a barrier to Yoga occurring.

Abstract discussions often become clouded by jargon, memes, and emotional biases, which obscure the essence of the topic. This can provoke contention even when there is agreement at a deeper level. It is best to listen carefully and temporarily adopt the language of the opposing side. Symbolism is the language of the gods, and persistent attempts to capture the soul of an idea, one that is inexpressible in prose, can bring people together. Of course, the inability to find common ground due to trivial misunderstandings may be by design. Antagonistic abstract ideas often serve as a proxy for a deeper, forbidden hatred that cannot be openly expressed.

Consciously or unconsciously, the tendency for miscommunication in informal language greatly aids the Magi in sowing division. With the universalism of money and the managerialism of society, the Magi of today need only issue orders and direct funding to have their will expressed. They instruct and fund areas of science that support their messaging, while stifling unwanted research. They direct policing priorities, fund groups that yield desired outcomes, and permit certain crimes to go unchecked. This pattern is observable in the unified actions and outcomes across modern agencies.

This sad reality touches most aspects of daily life. For instance, police and medical agencies in the UK operate with poorly coded systems, where instructions are delivered in a childish, simplified manner. Perhaps the Magi themselves will eventually fall victim to natural laws, having overextended their reach beyond their natural abilities.

Money

There is a dichotomy in money itself, which currently favors the dishonest. Money is rationed, and people desperately want it. It is often the honest people with a conscience who are most in need of it. Meanwhile, criminals, so long as their accounts are approved, are fawned over for their wealth. Many people instinctively recognize these individuals as criminals, but the need for liquid cash often wins out, and business deals are made regardless. These criminals have played the game and, against all odds, successfully laundered their money. As far as the current system is concerned, their money is legitimate. Policing using the threat of violence, discourages refusing business to such individuals.

In the early days of the internet, there were outright scams advertised on websites, along with thinly veiled pyramid schemes, often featuring poorly designed ads and awkward introductory texts. Now that the internet has opened up to mass consumers, the advertisements have changed but, in many ways, remain the same. While there are fewer outright scams, there are plenty of grifts and potential pyramid schemes, and they are pervasive across even the most respected corners of the internet.

The downside of universalizing money, through monopolies and reducing currency fluctuations via risk management, is that magick is no longer the domain of the fabled Magi. With tokenized Will able to be hoarded and amassed, reality can be bent simply by repeated messaging, outlasting and wearing down detractors in a form of arbitrage. Over time, the lie becomes so big, and so many people become invested in it being true, that it is made gospel.

Simulations

The following is an attempt to simulate a higher-domain dichotomy using a particle simulation. The simulation is comprised of the following components:

A rule and variable to govern how like particles merge.
A rule and variable to govern how like particles split.
An attraction force that causes particles to be drawn to larger particles.

The attraction force gives a visible indication of which of the two factions of particles is winning out, and the rules governing how like particles merge and split provide the mechanism for the balance of the dichotomy to shift. The Odynic force take the form of initial velocities, and the velocities of splitting particles.

As the simulation progresses, we observe that one side gains dominance and begins to control the directional flow of the particles. By altering the variables that dictate the tendency to disperse or unite for each faction, we can simulate how biases and preferential treatment affect the state of the system.

One key insight clearly visualized in such a simulation is that the entropy of the system ensures that, even if the rules of the simulation are biased, there can still be periods where the dominant side loses its advantage, allowing the other side to gain temporary dominance. The takeaway is that within a biased system, momentary victories are possible but ultimately irrelevant in the long run. For real and lasting change in a system, any biases must either be removed or reversed.

Transcendence

When a third-party outsider controls a dichotomy you are partaking in, only small wins are possible. To have true agency, you need to be able to compound actions and work toward a goal. First, myths, mine and others, were supplanted to cripple agency, and then actual agency itself was curtailed. The state of the world is such that the number of sovereign powers can be counted on one hand.

So, the question becomes: how is it possible to transcend this state so that actions taken and energy exerted result in positive outcomes, rather than being wasted on fights or drained into a black hole? The situation is complicated further by the fact that there are no longer any new frontiers. All the land has been claimed, and much of it has been reserved or assigned specific utility. In days long past, the "third way" was to retreat to new lands, establish homesteads, and build communities. Today, there are offers of land for new frontiersmen, but anyone who accepts these offers would only be a guest of a sovereign power, or of a nation that merely pretends to be sovereign.

I would argue that the answer lies within the very word "transcend" as used in this context:

Transcend: to be superior to or better than some standard.

The answer was also hinted at earlier in this discussion of dichotomies: if an agent, as part of a greater this, wills to express itself beyond the constraints of the this, it must become that. In other words, the agent must transcend and leave the realm of the dichotomy itself. If the realm of politics does not permit the ability to compound actions and gain agency, then one must rally under another banner, such as memes or a business union, to organize. Organizing around an idea or idol eliminates many of the pitfalls that come with formal, centralized action.

The Game

Any competent Magi will, of course, block any attempt by agents to escape his control. At its core, it is a perpetual game. To efficiently play the game and achieve sovereignty — where sovereignty represents the ability to, by comparison, have unfettered agency — the focus must be on undermining built-in biases and mechanisms of arbitrage. Biases and arbitrage create additional forces beyond the Odynic force, which further empower the beneficiary. These additional driving forces must be removed, rendered ineffectual, or alternatively they must be countered by an opposing input force that benefits your faction in its pursuit of sovereignty.

New Rune

Sun, 24 Nov 2024 00:00:00 GMT

A ruling class aligned legacy media outlet in London generated a font that employed the psychological persuasion technique of calling to authority. The font they designed had embellishments that imitated those seen on Roman lettering. This was done to bring to mind the prestige, that is wrongly or rightly associated with the Roman empire, so that the viewer would link that with this particular user of the printing press.

Here I have created a font of the Anglo-Saxon runes, with the same embellishments..

The font is called New Rune

Download the Font.ttf

Tiw Ecorcism

Wed, 13 Nov 2024 00:00:00 GMT

There are times when Tiw is brought forth and his presence does more harm than good. In those times we must respectfully thank him, letting him know that we need him not.

Lays in wait in impassioned hearts,
Ever there awaiting to spark,
A sheathed blade that's ready to bare,
Wit laden words tongue prept to air,

Bend not to the current growing,
Draw a line and then start again,
Drown out the fire, Down to ember,
Rise from the haze, See all clearer,

Clear seen sights can be seen as red,
Higher thoughts are swift to be shed,
Grounded and anchored to the earth,
Mother from whom torrents are birthed,

Allow stillness to enter in,
Focus in on more distant things,
Drown out the fire, Down to ember,
Rise from the haze, See all clearer,

Have the now be brought to an end,
Stop the refrain playing again,
I bid you farewell higher one,
Return now to your warring throne,
Thank-you for being there to heed,
May I call on you when I've need,
The blade wanting path has now cleared,
No more I've call for you here,

Turn away till the moment can pass,
Be firm facing a torrent's path,
Drown out the fire, Down to ember,
Rise from the haze, See all clearer,

St. George and the Foreign Knight

Wed, 16 Oct 2024 00:00:00 GMT

A rhyming illustrated mummers play, about St. George having an encounter with a foreign knight. 35 couplets in length. Inspired by the English tradition of mummers plays performed by folk actors.

I originally wrote this as a mummers play in my early twenties as I had a growing interest in folklore and customs. It has been re-worked illustrated and packaged as a kids' book.

This will hopefully become the first in a series about the escapades of St. George.

A book`shop is in the works, till then, if you want a handmade paperback copy, contact me.

England lives

Sat, 07 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT

A reminder that England means Anglo-Land, and English means Anglo-ish, and, despite whatever maleficent out-groups, and corrupt sub in-groups, do, England will live on.

Drakes drums beat to the sickening scenes on streets seen,
Forefathers weep to think of what the blood spilt means,
Even though swine align with foreign scheming minds,
Statesmen double down and profit from all their crimes,

England lives, ( within us ), England lives, ever on,

Long lost Saxon crowns are now longing to be found,
The kings of old are stirring in their sacred grounds,
Even though the Torah loving bred self-hating,
Newer sovereigns chose neglect to lock our fate in,

England lives, ( within us ), England lives, on and on,

The rolling green quaint paradise,
Oaks of old towering in heights,
The crashing waves of coastal tides,
Larks and robins in graceful flight,
Rose gardens lit by our shy sun,
All the great battles fought and won,
Lines that greats got inspired to write,
The grit, the vision, the fire, the fight,

England lives, ( within us ), England lives, ever on,

Wyverns awake to sate their craving to spit flame,
Battle cries echo within flowing blood in veins,
Even though a national idol fire pit killed his kin,
A prince got crowned while among dead youth preying men,

England lives, ( within us ), England lives, ever on,
England lives, ( within us ), England lives, on and on,

Os Publishing

Tue, 27 Aug 2024 00:00:00 GMT

The Importance of the Poetic Word

"They blended honey with the blood, and the outcome was that mead by the virtue of which he who drinks becomes a skald or scholar."

~ Skáldskaparmál

"That the Poetic Genius is the true Man, and that the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius. Likewise, the forms of all things are derived from their Genius, which by the Ancients was called an Angel & Spirit & Demon."

~ William Blake

"The finest poetry is that which reveals the inexplicable mysteries of the universe, challenging the mind to grasp what lies beyond ordinary perception."

~ Aleister Crowley

In practice, what does this mean? Truth that cannot be universally articulated, due to the state of being, sometimes that state includes the consequence of spells and magick.

e.g. Ritual magick is clearly very real and serves the clear purpose of consolidating an understanding or belief through physical action. Folk culture, too, has the clear purpose of community bonding. Without these aspects, any culture is merely a LARP. There's a growing feeling that everything is less than authentic and somewhat jovial for this very reason. We are becoming acutely aware that it's all just a LARP. This is an example of a truth that everyone knows, however, some people find it more difficult than others to listen and act upon what they know.

The ability to remind, and not merely tell, is one of the powers that poetry has.

Os Publishing

What better way to champion the poetic word than by making books?

Henceforth, my books will be published with "Os Publishing."

Roadmap:

An "Os Publishing" website to download books
Handmade books and book artwork for sale
Smart contract-based book publishing
A decentralized mechanism for consolidating author data feeds
Publishing works of other UK authors and out-of-print material.

Isomorphism

Thu, 15 Aug 2024 00:00:00 GMT

Actionable knowledge.

There is a cost associated with the creation of actionable knowledge. This is poetically captured in the myth of Woden losing an eye. There is also a cost associated with moving knowledge to where it is needed. This is poetically captured in the tale of the squirrel on Yggdrasil. The cost function depends on the whole of the system, as choosing to focus on one thing leaves less potential to focus on other things. Yet another aspect of knowledge is that timely knowledge is more valuable than outdated knowledge. These high-level observations give rise to the conclusion that there is a natural bottleneck to all systems.

new knowledge = knowledge * cost / time

Consider a distributed system with an information bus with limited bandwidth, made up of nodes with limited processing power. With such a system, there are hard limits to what is knowable at any one time, at any one point in the network. The same applies scaled up to reality.

With a good understanding of this law, an individual can manipulate perceptions, for if some of the cost over time has already been expended for knowledge that is to be transformed, that knowledge can spread faster than it would in its pure form. For example, a summary of a book is relayed faster than the contents of a book.

One important implication of this understanding is that, since prejudice is a form of processed knowledge, unless operating from a position of pure love, an entity seeking to police prejudice has the intent to cause harm.

The Hermetic meme

The principle of mentalism
The principle of correspondence
The principle of vibration
The principle of polarity
The principle of rhythm
The principle of cause and effect
The principle of gender

This old meme continues to captivate people's minds.

Points 2 - 7 are descriptions of an inductance and capacitance phenomenon, and the consequence of their interactions in a push and pull dynamic.

Point 1 is different. Though I do not see the principle of mentalism to be wholly true, I would say it holds some truth. It captures the loss of knowledge that takes place as reality passes into our perception. This could be described as a form of impedance.

Sticking with the electronics metaphor, a better updated list of principles would read as follows:

Impedance - the natural limitations to the transfer of knowledge.
Capacitance - the tendency to stay with the body main
Inductance - the tendency to abide by the 2nd law of thermodynamics.

Examples of the limitations of knowledge transfer

In 2020 people went crazy. At first, the narrative was believable as it fit with the meme of the great plague and the meme of the Spanish flu that was in the zeitgeist, but events quickly became farcical. People truly believed, through the web of contradictory information, that there were special types of viruses that could not be seen with a microscope, yet functioned just like visible viruses such as algae viruses. My folk once called the exact same phenomenon elf shot. So, why didn't people in this period label sickness and fear of illness elf shot? The reason lies with the cost associated with consuming the knowledge; for man from the 2020 period, the meme of viruses existed in the zeitgeist in association with sickness, whereas elves did not. While the opposite was true for the Anglo folk of old.
A man with crass language will get crushed by those legislating language, while a man who can write a thousand words that encapsulates the same message as that of the crass man's, will be untouched by the legislators. Why is that? The reason lies with the cost associated with consuming the knowledge.
It is cliché that English people and the other peoples living in the Isles always talk about the weather, but UK weather can be pretty unpredictable, especially in Spring. So, with my family, we were trying to plan a day out. Lots of textbook user experience and user interface design nicely displayed the weather on some government-endorsed NGO networked text file. Lovely, but wait, when you then read the small 8pt text, you see that the weather station of the source for the information is 25 miles away in a different county. Then, using your wisdom of how the modern world is structured, and applying that to the situation, you realize the station is likely on an airstrip, or land of a radio broadcast tower, or a dock, each of which having a very different microclimate to the destination. So, why was information miss-presented in this way? The reason lies with the cost associated with transferring the knowledge of the context of the weather data.

Isomorphized Data

The human mind's pattern recognition is clearly tuned to work with synonyms and metaphors. You can tell a story with fairies and gnomes that mirrors a real-world event, and everyone will know what is being spoken of. The word isomorphism, meaning the quality of being of "equal form," is the most appropriate to discuss the aspects of this concept. The topic of isomorphism exists in mathematics, but that is a very different thing, with utility in network route finding.

The uncompressed real-world event experienced in real-time simply cannot transcend its locale and instance without some isomorphic transformation of information. This is the reason many philosophers have emphasized the piety of silence. This alludes to the hard truth that Woden is the highest god because without Woden giving us the ability to isomorphically describe the other gods, the other gods simply cannot exist at a communal level, as the ability to articulate and pass on the knowledge of them simply does not exist.

Brevity travels faster than large data sets, but brevity hides details of a situation. This is in itself a problem, for a definition for evil that I stand by is that evil is action irrespective of the nuances of a situation. A lack of concern for any incorrect interpretation of isomorphized knowledge is evil, or, worse still, purposely negatively affecting a person's ability to obtain actionable knowledge. Put more succinctly; lying is bad. A lie is quick and dirty, whereas a detailed explanation of why something is a lie is costly to process and relay. It is clear why in literature on manipulation it is stressed that the best way to combat a lie is with another lie, not by trying to detail why it is a lie.

Returning to the example of a distributed system on a communication bus, let us have a macro level look at how to come to a compromised solution and in the process identify common ways of isomorphizing data.

As the nodes in the network have hard limits on their processing capability, some data simply needs to be ignored, i.e., filtered. As the communication bus has hard limits on available bandwidth, data both needs to be compressed and filtered in the form of limiting the broadcast frequency. Due to the limited capabilities of the nodes, there can be no data collision mitigation, to ensure data delivery. The limited capabilities of the nodes also means that a cryptographic means of securing communication is not possible, and so it is not possible to prevent malicious actors spoofing data.

Compression of data
Filtering of data
Unintended data loss
Malicious activity

A compromise is met, as the costs are shared out among the participants in the network, so that the necessary actionable knowledge is available.

Magick

To be quite frank, it is rude to expect others to exert themselves. Herein lies the power of spells and magick. Given the option of consuming raw information that needs to be processed to then come to a conclusion, versus being handed a conclusion, most people will gravitate to the pre-made conclusion, provided of course, that the mind picks out sufficient isomorphic properties that are consistent with their map of the world, i.e., the isomorphized knowledge needs to have hints of truth, or that hint of truth needs to be outsourced through the mechanism of trust.

We now can concisely identify formulas for magick, based upon the identified common types of isomorphized data.

Pre-expending the cost associated with transforming knowledge in the form of making memorable concise summaries
Pre-expending the cost associated with transporting knowledge in the form of massive advertising campaigns
Transforming knowledge into concise ambiguous statements
Transforming knowledge so that its authenticity is not determinable

Oligarchs do all of these, for it is a "Safe and Effective" way for them to maintain control. To shift the information center from one point to another involves great cost, i.e., shifting the Overton window is hard. This is why it is a craft of the oligarchical parasitic classes.

The most efficient attack method is to diminish the effectiveness of pre-expending the cost associated with isomorphizing knowledge.

Lies, lies, lies. Why the lies?

A long time ago, someone realized you can lie and make up bullshit, and then if you profess firmly enough with enough authority for long enough, it will supplant truth. One particular consequential string of lies is the root of the plight of my volk. It is also the reason that "safe and effective" remains a mantra with the effeminate, below-contempt blackguards that work for the UK police and in UK socialist positions. In spite of all these lies, some still admirably navigate their way through it all.

Those that ascribe to the popular doomsday cult of our time will attest that these admirable people are those of the seed from a garden of paradise, who have entered a notorious kingdom. Even if this story alluded to was built on lies, it must have hints of truth to have captivated so many people, for as one Poetic Edda mentions, all good poetry comes from Woden, Blake would attest to this too. If the seed planted in paradise marks the start of a story, what then is the story? In the most abstract macro sense, the story is that of the ascendance of the left brain. One aspect of the degeneracy present in the old obsessed-over texts champions the objectification of nature and folk. Now the left brain has ascended to such an apex that it has mimicked itself in the form of Turing machines and artificial neural nets.

The tribes of Woden prized wiliness, but that is very different from a culture prizing predatory lairs that are to the detriment of society as a whole. At some point in the past, man was happily using his hunter brain to track and catch game and make tools. Then came the monumental change that meant that man's survival did not hinge on his hunter brain. Game became domesticated and farmed, and so the hunter brain was left idle.

There were those who were inclined to turn their hunter brain to make new tools, explore new frontiers to sustain this new way of life. Perhaps symbolically the knights.
There were those who were inclined to turn their hunter brain to spread messages and understanding. Perhaps symbolically, the pages.
There were those who were inclined to turn their hunter brain to organize people to achieve ends. Perhaps symbolically, the king.
There were those who were inclined to turn their hunter brain towards people to maintain what they have. Perhaps symbolically, the queen.

The hunter brain was by and large turned on fellow man.

Now what?

You could say that this is it; a state in which almost all man is against all man, for all time. The fact that there is no parenting style/approach that is universal counters this point. An intelligent agent will game a situation, and situations are dynamic.

It feels like there are now more lies than ever. Markets are saturated, and simple tools can be reverse-engineered, and so there is a race to the bottom along side a push for ever more complexity, and the solutions offered to problems are often more hassle than they are worth. The game has changed, and once again, for many people, the hunter brain has lost its purpose. To compound the issue, we now have the adoption of AI. The information technology that came about over the last century shrank the cost of transferring knowledge, meaning that those with the most agency could impose their isomorphozed knowledge, and, by extension, their will and reality on the masses. This advantage is now being undermined, for from now on it will be increasingly the case that only high-definition, timely, high frame rate content will be accepted as reliable digital knowledge, for everything else can merely be lumped into the growing sea of AI-generated content, and so, once again, transmitting and transferring knowledge is costly. In conjunction, local trust relationships will form and will become more prized over time, countering centralizing forces.

Change Will Come

Sun, 02 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT

An acknowledgment of the feeling in the zeitgeist that we are edging on the dawn of a new era, which will bring with it the collapse of all of the existing institutes and power structures.

Felt as a shock to the system,
Smashed up houses crafted of glass,
Debts come due and reigns come to pass,
All empires never quite last,
Little cracks start to form,
Those with foresight then warn,

Change will come,
Once out from under the thumb,

Fires rise with disenchanted eyes,
The virtuous can't but despise,
Gamed by hidden hands in disguise,
The crowd praises the man who lies,
Social fabric gets torn,
Seeds of ruin get spawned,

Change will come,
With nought to pacify one,
Change will come,
Seeing all we can become,

Slow revealed from mystery schools,
Whilst together we act as fools,
Too many take poisoned apples,
Purification ain't for all,

Change will come,
Once out from under the thumb,
Change will come,
With nought to pacify one,

Cogs turn again,
Forth step brave men,
Now's our will's turn,
Truths are re-learned,
Eyes will open,
We've a new dawn,
Change will come,

Change will come,
Seeing all we can become,
Change will come,
After with all these games we're done,

Stop the Spread ( Ode to Imperial College London )

Sat, 16 Mar 2024 00:00:00 GMT

Recalling Imperial College of London's key role in the episode of mass false imprisonment and discrimination, during 2000-2022 - Imperial College of London ( Scientific knowledge, the crowning glory and the safeguard of the empire ). Even though the organisation made a statement that the actions were of an individual, they permitted the explicit persuasion technique of calling to authority, either knowingly, or through ignorance.

Led on into a hypno state,
Lefthand paths planting seeds of hate,
Cast from an altar at Milkbank,
Stakeholders wait to give their thanks,

Step up dear midwit graduate,
Fortran code theatrical skit,
Flatten the curve to scare the herd,
Down the line it's clearly absurd.

Stop the spread

All we've to do is ignore what is said,
All we've to do is refuse to be led,
You must not trust the wolves among men,
You must not let the unrighteous ascend,

Honest discourse that spooks forbade,
Protects the long con being played,
Aided by all those on the take,
Shelter at home see not it's fake,

All of this choice picked data hides,
The world's a stage for trusting eyes,
Shakespeare statecraft to mold our life,
With strife of volk such schemes are rife,

Viral memes are the true disease,
Commie liberal democracy,
Vote harder till it's plain to see,
Mind prisoned by Oligarchy,

Protocol change ups death again,
Echos of the scares way back when,
Paperwork then makes the peak descend,
Gods give us strength to make this end.

The Great Work (A critique)

Tue, 20 Feb 2024 00:00:00 GMT

It is without question that man is apart from flora and fauna, but is man's path as laid out by the Wyrd divergent from those realms?

What is Consciousness ?

Conciousness is the state flow of the internals of a distinct physical object when subject to a continuum of events, or, poetically:

Woden married Frigg

This definition stands true for each realm, from that of the mineral to ours. A rock has consciousness, for it exists in a continuum of events, with cumulative events having effect on the rock. The stresses within it are lived by the rock, for they they extend to every part of it. When temperatures change and expand water in fissures pressuring the rock, the rock knows this, as stress lines flow within it to dissipate the external forces. At some point the stress is too much and the rock cracks, and instantly the build up of stress is gone. The consciousness in this case is mechanical stress acting in a medium. Now, consider multiples and derivatives of this simple concept with increasing complexity.

So, what then is human consciousness? Firstly, there is simply being aware, which as stated is just a differential and multiplication of mineral awareness. You know you are straining yourself because muscles are depleting electro-chemical energy in that area of your body, and the consequence is evident. Then there is the narration and imagination that plays out in our minds. This is clearly just dreaming, with more direction. Dreaming is an inevitable consequence of a complex biological neural net. We sleep so the body can perform regenerative processes, and obviously the neural net cannot switch off, as it is a living mass of interconnected cooperating cells, and hence we experience a state we refer to as dreaming. How and why we came to utilise this dream state during our awake hours can only be speculated. If dreaming while awake should simply follow from being able to dream, it leads to the uncomfortable possibility that animals could be experiencing life in a way that is far more similar to how we experience life than is currently accepted.

The different planes

Let the gods add more complexity, and let us consider some states of water. Earth has only one or two states, whilst, water clearly has more. A conceptual point in a body of water experiences whether the body is in a still, turbulent, crystalline, or vaporised state by the interactions it has with the conceptual points surrounding it.

Adding more complexity, still, with factors such as charge and viscosity deviations, and eventually we will have the potential for repeatable distinct conditional states of consciousness, arising from complex interactions. Discrete states of being, emergent from the behaviour of hypothetical infinite points making up a conceptual object, acting as cellular automata, with laws of behaviour specific to their locale within the object, neighbours and external forces. Perhaps the presence of external phenomena additionally provides a catalyst for this to emerge, such as persistent light or sound patterns.

The complexity increases to the point that only metaphoric poetry can come close to describing what takes place. Damn the mechanistic world view.

"So, by knowing the exact state of my local world you can tell me what my next thought will be, OK, that's nice, let me know when you've finished running your calculations, I'll just continue with what I was doing."

The mechanism to move to another plane, will be multifaceted, for in the real world there is no silver bullets, so processes such as; hybridization, mass culls, or perhaps even manifestation - since many organisms are capable of limb regrowth - could play a role. Whatever the mechanism in a specific example, it certainly is not waiting for beneficial random changes, or divine intervention, unless, of course, one realises that metaphorically our individual actions are the acts of the gods.

Unsupervised learning

With game theory we theorize about what events may take place, while having in mind a discrete set of states and actions, which is a more systematic approach to taking risk assessments at every opportunity for action. Unsupervised learning takes this further, by running simulations to build up the risk assessments, at each state, maximising for stated macro goals. The data structure that stores these risk assessments is called a Q-table in computer science.

The utterances from the sky gods provides the training data, and the virgin earth provides the vessel for storing the Q-table. Woden is wisdom, but as at least one fragment of an epic tells that he is not above misjudgement, for his wife Frigg, can outwit him. Modes of behaviour and actions are sustained and compounded overtime, until due to necessity, brought about by the external forces of the environment, or, lack there of, a new mode of behaviour starts to be propagated. We see this often with emergent trends.

We are mothered and fathered, which allows us to experience the world and build up our Q-table for future interaction with the world. Our Q-Table takes the form of each of our cells having potential to respond to events based upon a number of analogue unique states, such as stores or lack there of, balance or imbalance, imperfections or freshness.

Echos of the 2nd law of thermodynamics

In politics we went from:

Tribe leaders
Kings & lords
Parliamentary democracy
Oligarchy empowering local councils to enact their will via credit lines.

In each step the responsibility has been pushed out to the ether, to the point that now responsible parties can no longer be identified. The reason for this is clear, as in the extreme, accepting responsibility ends in a hanging.

In information technology, we went from:

Scribes
The printing press
Networked exchange of information
Version controlled information libraries

Again things went from the concrete material to the etheric.

When does the transition take place? Obviously, the answer is when it needs to. When the operation space becomes overcrowded, then novel actions prosper. When actions on one plane is mastered and that plane is saturated the next plane becomes within reach. This all sounds mightily similar to water vapour being stripped from the water body main. Echos of foundational patterns of behaviour are carried on into the macro realm.

Now, let us bring into the conversation the abstract symbology of the elements, for there is a tradition of prizing the higher planes, over the lower, and equating the lower to earth and the higher to air. This is present in the meme of the Chakras, the meme of Hellenistic astrology, the meme of Kabbalah mysticism and the meme of Alchemy.

Let us for a moment, symbolically, look at the complexity that is possible with each of the elements.

earth: still, turbulent, crystalline
water: still, turbulent, crystalline, vapour
fire: still, turbulent
air: still, turbulent

It is most certainly true that the most complexity lays with the water element. Symbolically this is true, also. Water is the key - the water plane is the one where one unlocks beauty, creation and godliness.

All the creative magic is unlocked via the feminine goddesses Fraya and Frigg.

What the ancient philosophers really meant by prizing Woden, Thundor and other sky gods so highly, is succinctly put in Aleister Crowley's writings on Magick. The Fraya and Frigg possessed are all too easily pushed around, not only by the will of the gods, but also by the will of other men. To rise up and be Woden possessed is to individuate, and not be pushed around by the mess of wants and desires that dwell below Woden's throne.

Perhaps in the past, humanity desperately needed such a framework, but we are increasingly edging closer to the possibility that a small collective can have its own circular economy, with small scale industrial processes, mining, forging, manufacturing and more.

Re-incarnation

Our soul is the captured utterances of the gods, within the material. If the material and the utterances of the gods persist, then after a life has ended that life's mode of behaviour has a high change of appearing again, thus, a soul re-incarnates. Like how a sand grain can be caught in a dance due to sound waves. Woden kisses and impregnates Frigg, making the etheric seep into the material. Likewise, a god is a loosely defined distinct mode of behaviour that exists as echos of the remains of Ymir.

To escape re-incarnation is to individuate and rise up from merely being pushed around by the wants and whims of other souls, and that of the gods you know. That is not to say that one is better than the other; if a volk is in harmony with the gods, facing stimulating struggles and trails along the way, why would indefinite re-incarnation be a bad thing? My volk is sorrily tormented by evils, and so escaping re-incarnation is the only option, for us.

In the Limit

To make an artificial human conciousness, is it not then clear that you must model a human in its entirety.

Air, thought, cannot have much conciousness. Intuitively we all know this, because intuitively we all know how the world works, it's just that metaphorical poetry is the only way to come close to describing it, and the left brain cannot bear that. Our thoughts only have meaning, because they tickle the same end points that the moments of reality do.

Let us consider an LLM then, and what conciousness it be capable of. On the surface level it appears to be thought abstracted from the material, however, the LLM has the same conciousness as a rock. The hardware running the process that utilises the LLM is concious when the workload is high or low. That is not the whole story, though, because the LLM really is a captured aspect of collective human ego and soul. Engineers worked together and have managed to capture fragments of the collective soul and ego of their fellow man, and conditionally utilise them as a tool.

It is quite clear that LLMs are some of the most etheric of Yirm's remains, not some initiate, who thinks he understands great poetry, yet writes none. It is also quite clear that a LLM is no more intelligent than a rock, and like rock, it can only play a prominent role in the way of the Wyrd, when it is yielded by a child of Woden and Frigg.

What then makes the pervasive belief the being closer to the realm of the sky gods is pious, and by extension that the great work is the noblest of undertakings?

The "great work"

Taking humanity as a whole, you could argue that existence as a multicellular organism is the predestine path of man. The problem with that mindset is that some volk will have to be the arsehole, and I vow my volk will summon Tiw and prevent having that particular sentencing. This gives rise to the unsettling thought, that perhaps humanity has pursued this seemingly predestined path more than once.

We are born of the marriage of Frigg and Woden. Our soul is from the material meeting the etheric, and so do not live in the clouds, but do not obsess over the material realm either. A brotherly system of co-operation, will frequently involve conflict, and suffering, but properly balanced, it will not spiral out to the extreme. Wherever you sense pent up anger in people, there probably exists a battle that should be fought but is being suppressed.

Those who do suppress the brotherly co-operation of volk and the micro-wars, under the misgivings of knowing better will face Tiw's wrath, if not them, their kids, or their kids. It will happen, as technology and innovation incessantly pushes for the democratisation of power, only with a mental shackle will this fate be delayed.

The Kings of Clubs will be dethroned, by the Knights of diamonds, and Knights of spades, who will work tirelessly for fresh sovereign blood. If something seeks to achieve its aim without evaluating the merits of the aim, that it stupidity. If something seeks to achieve its aim without sufficient respect for the details, that is evil at work, and must be destroyed with the sword.

The great work manifest

In my age the main religion is statism, followed by scientism, but the later is in support of the prior through the structures of academia. There is a convincing argument that this is by design.

Two derivatives of Statism are the ideologies of Communism and Capitalism. In communism we have Woden working subordinate to empowered Frigg, and in capitalism in the extreme, as it exists in my age, we have Woden working to dominate an empowered Frigg.

The relationship in communism is obvious, we have an oligarchy with left brain possession working for their comfort, and a vague concept of a motherland stripped of any transcendental patriotism. In capitalism feminine anxiety is stoked to sell things, with the whole culture built around selling comfort and cures for anxiety.

Fascism, is the pivot state in this dichotomy, when a fraction of the Oligarchy throws a tantrum, after realising things have gone to crap. None of this of course is organic. The organic solution to the great work involves lots of small conflicts and hard work, but the left brain possessed find this abhorrent. The left brain possessed are adamant that nature cannot prevail, and it must be forced tame.

It is true that the people brought down communism, as people slowly stopped believing in it and started ignoring its diktats. However, the people had no say in what came after. It was a predatory group that imposed the system that came after.

The London Empire

Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong,
Between whose endless jar justice resides,
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Then every thing includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
~William Shakespeare

Is this a warning or a egoistic need to publicise an idea that some men thought up? I am not sure.

1492 : Spanish empire
1529-1536 : The Reformation Parliament
1561-1626 : Sir Bacon
1564-1616 : The writing alias of "William Shakespeare"
1566/1568-1648 : The Eighty Years' War (England siding with Dutch against Spain )
1600 : The East India Company (EIC), joint-stock company
1603 : James I from the union of the Scottish and English
1604 : King James' Bible commissioned
1639 : British Civil Wars
1642-1651 : The witch hunts
1649 : Execution of Charles I
1665 : Anglo-Dutch War
1665-1666 : The Great Plague of London
1666 : The Great Fire of London
1688 : Deposition of James II and VII
1688 : The "Glorious Revolution"
1694 : Bank of England
1698 : First commercially successful steam powered device

Clever men see their ideas as their children and so fear death, out of a fear of not concluding their works. Disturbingly, Sir Bacon even back in his age, commented how men would boast of childlessness as a sign of wealth, for men without big families were prone to success. This shows a clear mechanism for those without interest in future generations to rise to the level of oligarchy. A son of Woden fears death only when his family needs him. When he is no longer of use, a son of Woden will gladly use his spear to leave this realm behind.

In the English civil war it was not the natural order that won over. The clvbmen lost out to the parliamentarians, and with that, the alien concept of the great work, cemented itself in Angle-land.

The core issue of the predicament we are in, is that outsiders removed from a locality can have possession of something of local utility. The end outcome of the game being played, is a land grab. The only question is how much suffering will a local community willingly endure, to shift the balance between those who favour the status quo and those against it. A local body with funds obtained from a community, seeking credit from international bodies, are the binders of a slave contract of usury efficiently tuned for the masses.

In the future the clvbmen do not need to lose out. Knowledge and $100 can out compete millions of dollars from an industrial-military complex, however, attrition is still aimed against the people. As the industrial-military complex is fed by the people living under threat of that body's violence, and by naive policemen and women, who are incentivised by mortgages and pensions to destroy their own.

Things will change.

True Nature

Thu, 18 Jan 2024 00:00:00 GMT

An assertion of the truth of the world we live in, rejecting the Utopian Platonic nonsense bad actors spread to cause division, so that they can watch a number go up, as the world burns

Truths tell all makes up the gods' plan,
One must drown out the lies of man,
A temple gets crafted to be pure,
Ne'er succumb to a vice's lure,

If acts with weight need to be done,
Snakes will all too eagerly come,
Naive won't believe they're deceived,
Whilst the lions lay down to sleep,

Live to stay true to,
Fight to preserve in you,

Our true nature,
The true nature,

Cleanse your mind to be born again,
Starve parasites that spread with sin,
From within lurk outsider men,
masking intent and derision,

Shun the trough master puts feed in,
There's better eats once you bleed him,
Seek out the clear deeper meaning,
Awaken the voice of reason,

Work in the fulfillment of,
Accept and learn to love,

Our true nature,
The true nature,

Ne'er let a child be on your throne,
Rase up the strong among your own,
All claimed to be modernity,
Is merely greed fueled fallacies,

Stand on firm ground not seeking crowns,
Tall towers will come crashing down,
While fools journey to become kings,
Kings become fools without changing.

Blood and Soil

Sat, 02 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT

A reminder to whoever may need to hear it, that the land and local surroundings matters to you. We are spirit bound in a body, but, the food, flora, fauna, air, water, sounds, colours all influence our spirit. One must remain firmly rooted and anchored to their land, to not corrupt their true soul. Failure to do so leads to living in the clouds, and feeling uprooted, which leads to ideas like; dark matter, practical Quantum computing, time travel...

Dig your heals in and make a stand,
This blessed earth is your rightful land,
Forefathers watch all that you do,
Make them proud with actions you choose,

Fire you carry deep within,
Long since forged by far greater men,
Lift your burden and then forge on,
The gods favour only the strong,

It's in our heart,
It's in our soul,
It's in the Blood and soil,

The fool filled tribes climb to obtain,
You my volk have it in your veins,
Spark the unseen to pass in time,
Gods will guide you just look for signs,

Choose not to mirror they who lie,
Natures truths bear before our eyes,
Pen from earth and will from the sky,
Flame the flame so the fire can rise,

We're of earth so too thoughts are birthed,
Cloud made schemes are only accursed,
Nature balanced as it should be,
Swords must end man made fallacy,

Blood and soil, blood and soil,
Blood and soil, blood and soil,

You've greatness deep within,
The flames are now rising,
Now answer your calling,
A new dawn is dawning.

Tiw Possession

Tue, 21 Nov 2023 00:00:00 GMT

In war Tiw is summoned. Drums beat beckoning him forth. Willing minds open for him to enter into. In peacetime his presence is feared, for it brings unwelcome happenings, discord and grievances.

Winds die down and the waters rise,
Far from firm ground in spite of tries,
Vapours vie to with sparks ignite,
Fury whipped wild from sounded war cries.

Due respect

How to with respect do we bid this god to leave. We mean him no offense for in times of need we will eagerly beckon him.

We do not want to slay the beast that resides at the threshold, in a cave, guarding a gold hoard. No, not even to drink of his blood in our cup, to become a better stronger, wiser self. For we live on earth, we are not merely material, or are we solely spirit, rather, we are the marriage of both, homed in middle earth.

A foolish zealot or a devious fiend would bid you to slay the beast so that he is never again seen. For the zealot knows no better and is deceived, while the devious fiend seeks to miss-guide for benefit of his schemes. When you meet such persons let the spells that issue forth from their tongue be blown away with the breeze. Their spells mean you no good, my volk. Feign that you have open ears, if the situation needs, but as soon as you can, gut and purge those spells from your mind and go forth as the wyrd has had it designed. Without Tiw kept by your side you are weak and frail, unable to take what is yours from filth coated coveting stealing hands, that you may meet whilst pursing your plans.

Just you the possessed and Tiw

Remove all that is unnecessary, clear the space so that it is as good as empty. As far as it is possible, ensure it is just you, Tiw and the possessed. This is no easy task, and probably rarely can be done to the extent that is desired.

Black out the lights.
Relocate to a empty room.
Let background noise be drowned out.
Use monotonous prose so stifle thought.

Offer up a means of escape

When an intent is committed via word or action, there are only two outcomes, failure, embarrassment or success. For anyone who is yet to kill their ego, there is an aversion to failure and embarrassment. So, there should be put forth a path that mitigates any sense of failure or embarrassment. Something that can embody the reason for the Tiw possession should be brought forth, allowing Tiw to transfer into it.

A symbolic personification.
A symbolic narration.

Address with the subject that the possession has taken place, and the consequences of it, stressing that it will soon pass. With encouragement get the subject to focus on the means by which Tiw can leave the possessed. When Tiw has left do away with the vassal Tiw has entered into.

fold up and destroy the visual symbolic personification
Bring the symbolic narration to a conclusion, and end it..

The lesson

The spell that brought him forth should promptly be read in prose. What events, words, or intent brought him forth?

What was the reason for this?
If desired, what can be done to prevent a recurrence?

Needless Death ( Ode to Slavic Glory )

Sun, 16 Jul 2023 00:00:00 GMT

Flanked and forced by feeble men's pens,
Countless young men must meet their end,
English words and a Western purse,
Makes Slavic nations all the worse,
Tell tale signs of a genocide,
An in-group schemes to have men die,
All the suits and interested groups,
bound by their sacred urge to lie,

We need less death, needless death,

PsyOp'd minds and shot apart hearts,
Empires of lies must fall apart,
Mother Russia will not back down,
She won't knell to a foreign crown,
Awake Europa, see the crimes,
Soils now sold for pennies and dimes,
An ally is no real ally,
when they back stab so many times,

We need less death, needless death,
Men too soon breath their last breath,
Snakes make sure war has no rest,
Fags dug deep into our best,

A high drone gets heard overhead,
Crescendo played unto the dead,
Foxhole burial mortar hail,
'phetamine blood drained until pale,
Conscripted hunted sacrifice,
A.I. gaming the slaughter of life,
Front lines cut down as fights begin,
Media spun into a win,

We need less death, needless death,

The taxation theft of the West,
Demands flags fly to quell protest,
There's little left to be fighting for,
But it thins the herd a bit more,
Broken limbs and bleeding within,
Helpless men watch women leaving,
Drone dropped grenade has deathbeds made,
BlackRock smiles waiting to be paid,

We need less death, needless death.

Coronation ( A New King )

Sat, 15 Apr 2023 00:00:00 GMT

A poem about the coronation of a new king of England

Context: Prince Charles is names king. The English peoples are mostly apathetic about the prospect.

Step forth now most noble king,
Answer prayers for one to believe in,
The rightful man to be leading,
We need a new king,
A new king,

Keeping the flame burning within,
Embodiment of the kingdom,
Slayer of beasts who prey on the weak,
A voice through which the gods speak,

Unite the lost crowns of England,
Permit no foe to force one's hand,
Bring life to the will of the land,
We need a new king,
A new king,

A man with bright wings,
With whom the angels sing,
We need a new king,
A new king,
Master o'er all things,
Whose words with truth rings,
We need a new king,
A new king,

One righteous man can make amends,
He who is ordained to ascend,
The labour theft will meet its end,
We need a new king,
A new king,

Take the dagger from our cup,
Drive it deeply into British rock,
Our burden to be taken up,
Flame and hone the will of the flock,

No more usury fed on thee,
From the caught ankle we break free,
Forcing all the snake-kin to flee,
We need a new king,
A new king.

The Inverted Queen

Thu, 30 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT

A "knight of diamonds" protects the flame in times of crisis, helping to keep it alive. The far more important job of keeping it fueled in the interim period, is done by the "Queen of Diamonds". Protecting and preserving culture; working and fighting tirelessly to guard the flame.

Inversion of the Queen

At first, anger rages, and the god "Tiw" brings forth the urge to reign in terror, but the insurmountable obstacle, that is the inverted queen, turns the god of war away, and with him gone comes understanding. The inversion is no fault of the queen. If they that gate keeps the world that the queen built her life around, unbeknownst to her, turn out to be malevolent, she is not to blame.

If you are going to brazenly ask someone to tear down their entire world view and life, you need a better alternative to present to them, otherwise you yourself are a tyrant or a fool. The queen will understandably repress, attack or deny anything that is a threat to her world. An alternative world that can reward the queen in a similar way to that which she is accustomed to, needs to be presented.

The question then is, is this possible, and or, worth the effort. Should you instead leave the queen to suffer as the world she loves is reduced to embers? Many people talk of it being easier to raise the new generation - "you can't teach old dogs new tricks". Those with the potential of manifesting into a "Queen of Diamonds" should thus be won over and nurtured.

What then to do with the anger felt towards the Inverted Queen if battling her, or trying to win her over, is a pointless task? - You internalise the anger, rage, hatred, and use it productively to create the alternative world that is needed.

Architects of the Inversion

"Power corrupts" and "Rewarding failure" poisons a beautiful creation. Power corrupts quite simply because of the lack of a feedback system, which is why, in the absence of self-reliant communities, I am a royalist. I see no functioning feedback system for central governance that works as well as the social dynamic that exists with a true monarch, who is forced by duty to make public appearances.

It isn't incentives that lead to the inverting of the queen, but rather the lack of incentives. Take an artist as an example; they are striving for the divine words of the gods in the manifested form of beauty. The perfect picture/poem/story/song does not and cannot exist and so the artist keeps working. They within themselves have an appreciation of beauty and perfection and so a feedback loop exists. The same can be said about an individual with a healthy relationship with the divine will, for a person knows if they are living in accordance to it.

Rewarding failure, whereby persons reach positions they have no right to be in, is either due to cowardice, or the indifference of the herd - often after they have been worn down. In England, MPs act high and mighty claiming to democratically represent their community, when the reality is they have a 10% or less mandate, as the community rightly acknowledges that there's no saviour in democracy, for if anything, democracy is actually a slope to tyranny - "for the greater good".

Building culture

Assuming culture to be repeated behaviour associated with the bulk of a folk in a locality; someone might claim my ancestors went to the same sort of cold, sombre churches I went to as a child, but unlike me, relished the occasion simply because they had more faith than I. That is quite an audacious claim, it's far more likely that church going was part of their culture, because the church served a purposed that is now lost. It could simply have been that the church environment was nicer to be in than the homes and streets of the parish members.

It is written that the so-called protectors of knowledge use religion as a philosophical tool, creating a moral guide for the less informed. Many of the so-called less informed could equally say that talk of the gods really is a bunch of nonsense that over thinkers waste time on, and that the traditions associated with the gods, more often than not, merely grease the gears of everyday toil. e.g. It's something to do, a bit of fun, why not, what are you going to do instead?

There are old Christian texts talking of wanting to stop pagans from lighting fires by trees. There's also so-called archaeological evidence that the Anglo-Saxons didn't have chimneys, such as at West Stow - which is a bit far fetched to believe, since they knew how to work with fire far better than I, but whatever - that aside, it is certain that being outside on a nice day was a nicer environment than that inside Anglo-Saxon homes, and at its core, lighting fires under trees was not a religious thing, but rather it was just something that was done.

Symbology and further actions can and will come to aid, and or, enrich an action that is already being undertaken, potentially becoming a cultural act if it gets copied and repeated by enough people.

She falls in his Arms

Mon, 13 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT

I wrote this because I kept hearing pop songs on legacy media glorifying being single. I understand that the dating scene is challenging, and it's ever harder to find your love, but it is the divine will for one to find their love and it is magical, and to deny that, to deny any divine will is to sicken yourself

Smiles that get shared with locked eyes,
From far apart to by her side,
To and fro, and give and take,
Woven words can tempt hearts awake,

Struck by all that could be,
She and him, you and me,
Have the strength to let go,
Don't lead merely follow,

The Gods above have a forced hand,
Ode to goddesses of the land,
Heat makes tears rise out from the earth,
Out of flame creation is birthed,

Dice in play rolled by fate,
For his move she awaits,
The will speaks and commands,
Unioned not by mere chance,

He wins her with charms,
She falls in his arms,
As one becomes -
More than just one,

Slowly losing all track of time,
As only one thought fills the mind,
Touched and moved by my thoughts of you,
As our heartbeats rise, forth we're drew,

A scene both long to see,
King and queen meant to be,
You have to show your cards,
Reveal your ace of hearts,

The moon reigns when the sun is gone,
But the sun burns in everyone,
Separate and yet somehow entwined,
Longing for each other to find,

This story's never old,
Again and again re-told,
As he wills a union,
She then wills to join him,

He wins her with charms,
She falls in his arms,
As both become -
The same as one,

Take the Crown

Sun, 06 Nov 2022 00:00:00 GMT

A commentary on how the structures of governance have been co-opted to such a degre that their metaphysical might has eroded, creating a need for people to seek a means to make and claim their own crowns.

Nothing stands amid a weak pound,
Co-opters burnt, what made us proud,
Accounting tricks paid gambling fix,
Schemes dreamt up by school cliquics of pricks,

Weak and feeble, apt unable,
Power structures don't look stable,
Arise folk and let us take all,
In awe, watch this empire fall,

Take the Crown,

Draw the fabled sword from the stone,
Keep this here kingdom as our own,
Pleasant green lands for which to stand,
Calling out bluffs forcing weak hands,

The crown sits caked in stains of sleaze,
Guarded by some death-gate reprieve,
Only fresh blood can clean the slate,
In the footsteps of the namesake,

Take the Crown

Loins will again call here home,
Now's passed any chance to atone,
St. George smiles, beckoning us on,
There's no forgiving what's been done,

Awake, arise, refresh your eyes,
The restless spirits long to guide,
Be more than you thought you could be,
Claim your true ordained destiny,

Take the Crown,

Blest thoughts seek higher up heights,
All born of god given rights,
The crown sits not in London town,
It waits to be by you be found,

Now step forth, our dear chosen one,
Take the crown for it must be done,
No accepting any less now,
March on forth and then take the crown,

Take the Crown.

The Cross Symbology

Sun, 25 Sep 2022 00:00:00 GMT

The greatest strength of the cross symbolism is its simplicity; anyone with a knife, or a couple of sticks can make a cross. The cross also has rich meaning. The cross arguably represents the crux of the Christian belief system, that being that a healthy junction of the material and the spiritual realms is that where there is more of an emphasis on the spiritual than the material. This is symbolised by the junction of the vertical and horizontal being in the upper vertical half of the symbol.

The cross symbol has other clear connotations:

The interplay of two opposites
A point of focus
Here and now
Stagnation
A barrier
The end
Cross roads

The early 21C is a time of change, whereby old rules no longer apply, and for this reason, meditating on a cross does not have the benefit it once did. Life on the macro and micro scale and in various domains, really is a series of fool's journeys.

Spiritualism and Materialism

The Christian cross, by representing more than just a trinity of two additives and the union, has a natural opposite, which is manifested in the ideals of Satanists. Statistically it could be argued that it is an objective truth that in a reality where the present and future need to be emphasised over the past to ensure survival, spiritualism is a more sacred trait. An unsupervised learning AI will soon overfit its behaviour to its training without some constant level of entropy in its environment, and or decision-making.

A Cartoon Devil

As made clear by the mythology, the devil was an afterthought, as a consequence the devil has a cartoon like nature, much to the sorry detriment of the folk of Europe. A more sophisticated notion of the devil is capture in the idioms; the devil makes use of idle hands and the devil is in the details.

The best description of evil I have heard is that it is premature optimisation, and a detachment from the consequence of action. Evil is subjective, but I've yet to hear a more thought out description. The devil is in the details, and it's very easy for people when detached from the consequences of actions to ignore the details, and the consequential evil. This leads to beyond abhorrent events, such as Australian police holding down a minor against their will to get injected with a substance that no-one in the room has any informed understanding about. Or, an injection injured person, forced to take a second dose, because a computer database has their name on it.

The world is the most complex it has been in our known history; police have no understanding of the laws they are ordered to enforce; scientists have no understanding of the data science techniques, abstractions and axioms of the equipment and software they rely on; programmers have only a surface understanding of what the end user wants from the code.

All that is material is but mere tools. Materialism can be used to defeat great evil, just the same as materialism can be used to empower it. This is not an endorsement of satanism, but an assertion that complicated things are complicated.

Suggested alternatives

The tree of life is my preferred symbol, as it implies interplay between the realms of in and out, ethereal and earth, and also implies motion and growing. Christianity arose during the same period as big cities, concert music, ism ideology by no accident. A symbol that all agree on to meditate on, has no utility anymore. If society itself is going on a fool's journey, then we have clearly met the emperor and empress by this point in the journey, and so each of our tribes are now to go forth with the knowledge, fortitude, and strength, possessed. We, our tribes and sub-tribes, will find our own symbols with meaning to meditate on.

Calendar

Tue, 06 Sep 2022 00:00:00 GMT

A Year in Verse: Celebrating the Western Spirit

Step into a lyrical journey through the Western calendar with this rich collection of metered, rhyming poetry. A Year in Verse brings to life the spirit of the seasons, marking the dates and events that have shaped Western culture with wit, warmth, and poetic precision.

From the icy glow of Christmas to the budding promise of May Day, from the sun-drenched magic of Mid-Summer’s Day to the eerie shadows of Halloween, the year is punctuated by four sweeping narrative poems—each one a vivid tribute to the festivals that divide and define our time.

Interwoven between these cornerstones are finely crafted poems that reflect on historical milestones, cultural traditions, and the quiet, often overlooked beauty of the calendar's rhythm.

Years in the making, this collection is the result of long dedication, recently reignited by fresh inspiration. It is a heartfelt homage to the myth, memory, and meaning that shape the Western world.

This is poetry for those who feel the turning of the year in their bones—and celebrate it in their hearts.

Safe and Effective ( Ode to the 77th Brigade )

Mon, 25 Jul 2022 00:00:00 GMT

A very sad reflection on the events surrounding the therapeutics for what legacy institutions and legacy media labelled as SARS-CoV-2. Though chaos is at play, maligned incentives and capital allocation aligning with macro wants of legacy capital holders is nudging the chaos.

A repeated message force fed,
Safe and effective they all said,
Armies paid to make masses scared,
Statesmen indifferent to the dead,
Brainwashing push leaving lines crossed,
Now all trust in the state is lost,
Better than nature when man-made,
Lobyists surely earned their pay,

safe and effective,
( means of control )

Now global warming causes strokes,
Another healthy adult croaks,
Tears shed for the anxiety stoked,
Nations devolved into a joke,
Do your bit for the greater good,
Commies are just misunderstood,
We have no voice, but we pretend,
Wake us up when this clown world ends,

safe and effective,
( means of control )

You must help to prevent the spread,
Forget about health, take these meds,
Ill-trust seeded will not just fade,
Adverse effects, page after page,
Against the people war is waged,
All's fake and the world's a stage,
We all know the end to this play,
It's left to us to turn the page,

safe and effective,
( means of control )

Trust the science, echoes a voice,
Your body but you have no choice,
Doctors callously forget vows,
Before the alter patients bow,
Fact checked in real-time as you speak,
Newsprint fear-porn for us to eat,
Only cite approved sources, please,
No-one said that freedom is free,

safe and effective,
( means of control )

Good vs. Evil

Thu, 05 May 2022 00:00:00 GMT

Awake but Dreaming

In early 2020 many were taken aback in horror as chapter takeaways from brainwashing literature were being rolled out at a societal level.

Isolation from loved ones.
Restriction of access to food.
Creation of a single source of truth.
Repeated messaging and imagery.
Creation of emotional tension.
Tests of loyalty.

Whether it is a criminal conspiracy or bad incentives behind these evil actions matters not, the fact that they were able to play out is the problem. Things got darker as clear-cut crimes began to be committed against innocent citizens. It is beyond belief that the medical industry, through fear, monopolization and propaganda, got us for years to inject our children with cancer cells, toxins, monkey liver cells, parts of dead babies and faecal matter. It is even more beyond belief that they attempted to create a completely new product, marketed as such, and yet still listed the aforementioned outrageous items as ingredients. In my professional life, I strive to reach the optimum solution that meets the outlined requirements. I assumed that others worked with the same ideal in their respected sectors. There exists faith that you can rely on others in different sectors of work, to work competently.

Misplaced Faith

When it is clear that those you are told are acting in your interest are actually at best indifferent to your well-being, or at worse, working to destroy it, a re-evaluated world view is needed. There is comfort found in thinking someone else has all the answers, and that they can make things better. You need faith in yourself and the world, to stare into an abyss of chaos and say yes, I will step forward and face whatever may come.

For some people, formal religions fosters within them a faith in themselves. As was the case 100 years ago, Christianity does not speak to people anymore. I was brought up Catholic, and yet it was not until writing poetry and becoming interested in alchemy that the mythology of Christianity resonated with me. Archetypical stories somewhat fill the void left behind, but something is clearly missing; perhaps it is ritual or a religious setting and atmosphere.

It is clearly not the lack of faith that is the macro cause for the evil that has been at play. The herd has placed faith in pseudo-science. Manipulation born from sour incentives has acted to put fuel on the fire. If society was able to agree Charles Manson should be in prison, every weak limp wrist member of the 77th brigade of the feeble UK army, and all the other equally guilty parties will in time be viewed by the populace as deserving of at least equal punishment.

Science

The scientific method is merely an informal way of seeking a mapping for non-standard sample data. It is clear then that climate science can never use the scientific method. It is also clear vaccine science can only barely use the scientific method, since we now have a generation that has grown old having been exposed to vaccines, bringing with them a prevalence of autism, cancers and mental, hormonal and neurological disorders. When a problem space is non-linear, but talked about as if it was linear, either stupid people are talking, or, those speaking are actively attempting to deceive.

When programming a control system, and especially when the domain includes human action, you must be acutely aware of the limit to the domain of control. Sometimes it is not at first clear, but you are always aware the limit is there, and at some point a line gets drawn. There is also often an acute awareness of the constraints placed by the resources available. This marriage of the abstract and the concrete would do well to be more consciously applied in other fields. There is only ever a finite amount of valid answers, and even fewer optimal answers. Free speech is the playing field in which the limits of a domain of a problem can be explored, tested, and agreed upon.

Freedom of Speech

I truly believe in the notion that art can be used to help the zeitgeist find its centre, and so it is really painful to realize how much censorship and vested interests shape popular culture. Dealing with a young son, and helping him to channel his frustrations, points out just how clown the adult world is. Loosely defined terrorist laws and hate speech laws, clearly, merely exist to give police and governments grounds to do what they want unimpeded.

Every single weak-minded police officer, politician and social engineer needs to be dragged by their ear by an adult and put on the naughty step until they have thought long and hard about their inappropriate actions. No text should ever be censored. No history should be beyond questioning, especially while we are witnessing the grotesqueness of Western War propaganda, as Russia humiliates NATO special forces, and big pharma co-opts governments to poison the Western peoples, and people suffering tragedy behave like actors in front of cameras. Imagery and video, on the other hand, owing to their ability to more directly train human minds, should be heavily censored. Especially now that Neural Networks can create realistic video and images, meaning that first-hand evidence in those forms is now meaningless unless signed on a blockchain. The judicial system will take a very long time to comprehend this.

Government

Whether tricked into it or not, governments all over the world have committed the most atrocious crimes in the history of mankind, and slowly, but surely, the herd is becoming exposed to this fact. Now the mask has slipped, Governments are accelerating censorship and abuse of power. Western power structures are no-longer leading the way like the lion archetype, they are increasingly being tyrannical, like the eagle.

The incentives of Western governance means governments cannot simply admit their crimes. In a small country like England with lots of weak men working for the public sector, in the police and army, I can see a parallel society growing from the ground up, utilizing independent currencies, while government revenue falls, and the government increasingly fails to enforce their illegal laws. There will be more and more no-go zones in Western countries, where community cohesion and brotherhood resists interference from the outside. Immigrant communities, brought in by Western governments, have a head start. Hopefully, native communities can foster similar community cohesion and brotherhood.

The Ultimate Game

Plato supposedly said that harm done to others does greater injury to oneself. It took me a long time to understand this. A bad act is an additive that creates a change, and if this change is enough to splinter the purity and boundless potential of the self, it cannot be reversed. Heaven on earth can never be obtained. A path in the neural net has been burnt in for good. In modern society, there are sadly incentives to desire such a thing to take place. To rise to the highest levels of wealth and power, you need to detach yourself from morality.

Decentralization, local community cohesion and brotherhood, however, cannot be crushed without great cost to tyrants. This is life, and the battle rages on. We have inside us a conflicting desire to create and destroy. After good times, comes bad, after stagnation comes a flourishing. The single worst thing one can do is to let the cancer of nihilism in, when evil is winning. To have a family is a great way to vanquish nihilism, as when you have skin in the game in the form of the next generation, you have no choice but to fight the good fight.

There is no going it alone, the community must walk with you, and you cannot but walk with the community. After the madness caused by the evil that has reigned recently, I now size and measure certain public figures, knowing full well that if push comes to shove, it will be them standing as a threat to me and my family. The evil people striving to manifest with their pen strokes pose no direct threat. It is those seen every day that can be incentivized to carry out evil that pose a threat. Go forth and strive to live the change you want to see, to nudge the zeitgeist back to where it should be.

Change is coming, and it is a tectonic change.

Queen Elizabeth (In memory of)

Tue, 19 Apr 2022 00:00:00 GMT

To allow the controlled media to show a photo of the Queen looking like a bag of potatoes, and then a month later show a video with a youthful likeness of the queen, smiling wide with a radiant hazy orange glow, along with imagery of butterflies, is a brazen insult to intelligence. Whether the Queen's Oligarchy has on call admins who can set up a rig to train a neural net is questionable. I do not rate the intelligence of Western Oligarchs. I am for self-sustaining, self-determining communities, when that's not possible, I am a Royalist, as I will always argue with full passion, for the concept of skin in the game. When the monarchy is reduced to a tool of control and propaganda, any skin in the game is meaningless. They on the throne need to be overthrown. Someone audacious enough will remove the house of Windsor, or even better, the inevitability that self-sufficiency will lead to the United Kingdom devolving into counties.

Curse the unholy lizard queen,
The CGI pumped out on screens,
Puppet strings lead to London Town,
Vested interests are always found,

A new King must rise from the crowd,
The English left must make us proud,
Take out the rook and take the crown,
A new noble king must be found,

Limp wrist secret societies,
Globalist schemes need lead to cease,
A parasite mental disease,
Needing kids for blood therapy,

Native culture forced in retreat,
Erase the queen from history,
Mi6 master spy indeed,
Bury that bitch at a cross-roads, please.

The Balance of Power

Wed, 27 Oct 2021 00:00:00 GMT

The balance of heaven and hell and the fine line between them. Everything is give and take, him and her, ebb and flow, so we must be ever mindful of the direction in which things go.

While naked kings sit on the thrones,
Their forefathers' wars carry on,
Prayers sound right for savours to come,
The left cowers as all comes undone,
Castles will crumble before long,
The weak traverse graves of the strong,
Bare your cross and keep a keen watch,
Never dawns time when all is lost,

Heaven's of our making,
Hell's all we've forsaken,

Demons awake when we awaken them,
Reaping the fruits of stronger men,
Drugged up by divine doting mums,
Ever smiling the state looks on,
Ever willing to slaughter sons,
Fathers are left wanting for guns,
Built up and then knocked down again,
Roll up, for the doors are open,

Heaven's each step made right,
Hell is wrongs that have bite,

Grand built up false realities,
Lords want the poor to not have peace,
Even they with most noble aims,
Die before sons carry on names,
When mob rule has hold of the earth,
Chaos reigns till forces disperse,
Oh how the left has lost its way,
Pawns of machiavellian play,

Heaven's to all's destined,
Hell's wilful neglection,

Give welcome to the hand that feeds,
There to bite when it fetters needs,
See yourself in others who speak,
Therein lies great demons that sleep,
The wise get trampled by the weak,
Words don't make up for noble deeds,
Nothing worth having comes with ease,
You and the gods, nought in-between,

Heaven spurs great striving,
Hell is born of failings.

Choose Your Gods

Thu, 10 Jun 2021 00:00:00 GMT

Acknowledgment of the fundamental nature of gods and legends to the human condition. Be it them stemming from metaphors or an abstract representation of a fundamental experience. Humans are religious whether it is desired or admitted or not. I believe there is some power to be had in attempting to consciously choose your gods, as opposed to unconsciously being brought into a religion, such as 21C pre-A.I.-dominated science or the 21C nanny state.

Reflected out from the inside,
Our Gods can never truly die,
Earthly beings here for the ride,
Smiled down on by gods who guide,
Be sure to play for your own side,
Clarity stems from the third eye,
Thoughts bare visions to realize,
Awaken with a yes to life,

Voice your fears, So Gods can hear,

Earthly mothers, godly fathers,
Become your life's only author,
Own your innate will to power,
Gods speak in those needing hours,
A spark to light a driving force,
Whispers of twisted metaphors,
False idols take up a stone form,
Some ills fathers can't save you from,

Show desires, Make Gods aware,

A break to a looping refrain,
Ordered actions result in gains,
Secrets of elders found within,
Questions spur journeys to begin,
A legend's path to guide your own,
The father, mother, and the son,
Potential, connection, and one,
Base patterns ever cycle on,

Find weakness, So Gods witness,

Whispers from Gods that rile or soothe,
Symbols hint at a higher truth,
Ideas rise up when they bear fruit,
Spread amongst all so to take root,
Clouds only part if we take note,
All of one's folk sail the same boat,
A mindset can unlock the gates,
To grow you must transcend your state,

Confess sins, So Gods hear them.

Gods Don't Die

Sat, 20 Mar 2021 00:00:00 GMT

A 21C poet's perspective on the 'death of god'

A cold man or a frigid woman asserts that a god can turn their back on a person, but under the right condition the goddess of love will wholly embrace them again, and there is nothing they can do about it. But how often do gods die? Thinking over the modest amount of legends I've read, I would say not very often. The creation story sometimes has a death of a god, which I would purport memorializes a fundamental change to the human consciousness. What often dies instead of a god is the half-mortal son/daughter. Without the half-mortal, there is no example of a god manifesting in a man on which to model oneself. The half-mortal dies, but often there is a cultural replacement to him. So when philosophers wrote God is dead ... what were they referring to if gods don't die.

The first newspaper appeared in 17C. Suddenly men had access to reports of great, humble, respectable deeds a real-life man had done in the real world. These reports of half mortals are more real than any half-mortal born from legend could ever be, and so the hierarchy of achievement in any specific domain came to provide the half-mortal, to model oneself on.

Corruption and Broken Hierarchies

We need hierarchies to make quick judgments, as a hierarchy is supposed to do the complex job of comparing things for us.

Perhaps, to fix the hierarchy is to sure up society, as it entails ensuring the right people get to the top in the right way, and in doing so encourages and motivates others. The mutual adherence to rules is the definition of a game.

There seems to be far less lions walking around and far more bulls and angels making noise and mess. The age of enlightenment that encouraged each head of a household to be a lion is gone. Angels entice eagles or impostors to take up power for angels are helpless and idle.

There are a lot of attacks on the hierarchy system. I do not for a second believe there aren't bad actors actively facilitating such attacks for selfish, ill-logical or ideological means, perhaps ******* or *****. It is also in the interests of those outside the in-group to attack it, such as immigrants and proles. It is clear though, that there is a large grassroots distributed group, that wants to attack it, and that speaks volumes. Ignoring the reasons people give for attacking the hierarchy system; we people are irrational. Maybe, just maybe, the hierarchy system we use to measure success is being attacked because it needs to be destroyed, as it is no longer fit for purpose?

Bill Gates is near the top of the hierarchy, because of a morally corrupt business deal in the 80s, and rewarding positions in shares.

We live in an age where:

Intelligence agencies write fake academic papers.
Journalists in countries signed up to the human rights laws, suffer in solitary confinement.
'Philanthropists' donate large sums of money to media for motivation for silence or positive editorials, for their financial benefit.
Money can be made from holding assets that central banks buy with the fake money they pretend to have.
Past news articles get taken down or edited to fit changing views.

...ect.

Blockchain is the future, it will become expected like encryption, and will prevent the altering of narratives, acting to make the hierarchies more honest. But it will probably inadvertently facilitate more information fatigue than we have today. When there are 1000s of dishonest narratives crowding the one truthful narrative, only the dishonest ones will propagate.

There are looming events and technology, which, will further degrade the hierarchy system. As things become too complex for one organization to perfect, there will be a popularisation of opensource culture. 3D printing will make many business models unviable, and artificial intelligence (A.I.) will make many career paths dead ends.

The Gods must Choose Mortal Mothers

In a post-functional-hierarchical system, perhaps communities will revert to legends of half-mortals for their citizens to model themselves on, or, perhaps an A.I. could create a personalized half-mortal that will garner the optimal motivation and aspiration from an individual. Am I a villain for telling a fictional story of a great man, to inspire motivation in my son? No. Is there a greater good to the lie? Yes.

Bindrunes

Fri, 26 Feb 2021 00:00:00 GMT

A collection of metered rhyming poems about bindrune spells, intended to uplift and help manifest a better reality.

There are poems or spells for all manner of situations. There are poems for strength, poems for protection, and poems of affirmations of potential.

This collection is written for anyone interested in the culture of the native Europeans, or anyone for whom the spells or poems can uplift and inspire.

This poetry collection is dedicated to every child of Woden.

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Free Money

Sat, 13 Feb 2021 00:00:00 GMT

Fiat money has lead to hyperinflation whenever it has been tried. The Stock market is now a loaded system, that no-longer honestly measures valuation, owing to central bank manipulation. It acts as a benefit system for the rich. While universal basic income (UBI) is an honorable attempt to solve the displacement that is to be caused by A.I. I would argue it is fundamentally incompatible with the human spirit, and will lead to further inflation and poor mental health. I would suggest universal basic utilities and housing, whereby some basic housing, nutrition, water and power is guaranteed to every citizen. Clearly careful thought would be needed to not create dystopian apartment complexes.

Context: During the farce of a medical emergency, people across the West were paid to not work and stay at home - A masked version of the 2008 financial crisis

Print out me some nice free money,
Dial up some cheap and drunk honeys,
Your cut comes by steeping on toes,
Dip into where cash freely flows,
Confidence games do not get old,
The masses will buy what they're told,
Inflation pays for nice second homes,
A fat stash built up and then blown,

Free, money, live, easy,

Free money handed out for some,
Hard work there for the other ones,
Advertised tales to pump hedge funds,
Debase all cash under the sun,
Spend fast your stash, it doesn't last,
When inflation comes it'll bite fast,
Lies told so there are no bank runs,
Cash out before the bailout comes,

Jet, setting, loss, hedging,

Suits and fast cars, strip clubs and bars,
Dollars made these days don't go far,
Rates kept low so the poor stay poor,
Pump and dump so the rich have more,
When it's free what does it matter?
Have printers work that much faster,
No-one cares as inflation nears,
Gold and guns as a hedge for fears,

Bull, running, high, living,

Blank cheques and concealed debts,
Inside tips for broken markets,
Middle men lining their pockets,
Regulators paid to forget,
Most folk still want to pay their bit,
Rich find ways TAXES get offset,
Who needs money when there's credit,
Get in debt, forgive and forget,

Cash flaunting, bear shorting,

Neat Font

Tue, 29 Dec 2020 00:00:00 GMT

I have found myself wishing I could tweak the style of the fonts that I have been using for poetry presentation. This eventually culminated with an attempt to create my own font that had all the characteristics I sought.

I started by drawing the character map by hand and then digitizing the characters to create the font. Working on this font quickly made me appreciate the non trivial problems of style consistency and character spacing.

Tools used:

GIMP
potrace
FontForge

This is a bold italic poster font, with extra emphases on capitalised letters. The font is called neat

Download the Font.ttf

Battle for Singapore

Thu, 10 Dec 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Military documents from the Norfolk Regiment's involvement in the WWII battle for Singapore. Published for all those that made, and who were willing to make the greatest of all sacrifices.

In some instances rivalry is inevitable, as with Kashmir, the Nile and Tibet; which of the nations should control the water sources, and with what justification? In other instances open true dialogue is the best means to limit needless reprehensible acts of war, if this wasn't the case there wouldn't be multiple professions solely based on promoting it in areas of conflict.

I regret that these documents are only available in pdf format. Every OCR program I tried to help generate text files had a 100% failure rate. If you are interested in helping to transcribe the documents please contact me: c.lacdael@live.co.uk

Kids Poetry

Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 GMT

This is a collection of metered rhyming poems for children. Each poem is accompanied by an illustration.

The book is comprised of 32 metered pieces of kids rhyming poetry, and 32 accompanying illustrations.

Poetry for children offers another valuable opportunity for children to interact with reading. Poetry can act as a middle ground between nursery rhymes and reading books.

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Gaslight

Thu, 06 Feb 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Ode to Big Tech. and main stream media, and the decline of the church of human "science" in the A.I. driven data age.

Context: Narratives around the farce of a medical emergency, and USA election, were repeated by the stat aligned media, despite many people not believing the narrative.

The group will march us all in line,
Rights and liberties fast declined,
This claim has been widely debunked,
The rule of law approved by punks,
Mob rules when there's no will to fight,
Gaslighters gaslight truth to light,
A new ill truth for you to tote,
It's said it's so, it isn't though,

Rotted books fed to brainwashed youths,
Cash flows always flow to the truth,
Sound off in line marching in time,
Pigs and puppet head issued fines,
Gaslighting what's wrong to be right,
Embolden bait till something bites,
Silver bullets from loaded votes,
It is not so, but it is though,

No brave soul in the crowd to cite,
All fails after reaching its height,
Guilt that has all but been confessed,
Anonymous sources attest,
Intel sanctioned mental abuse,
Gaslighted till we know what's true,
Trust the experts and all they know,
It's said it's so, it isn't though,

Control lost with the printing press,
Chaos is what masters like best,
Favour falls on interests vested,
Next patient please, to be tested,
Gaslighters have checked all the facts,
Financiers now doubled cheques,
Rabbit holes are no place to go,
It is not so, but it is though.

You Can

Wed, 05 Feb 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Take a path and see where you're lead,
Plant a seed and watch the roots spread,
Own every word that you have said,
A life's not lived when it's lived scared,

You, can, you can

Pull all shadows out of their hides,
Face the chaos with open eyes,
You don't know without having tried,
Never turn back, walk on with pride,

You, can, you can

Give to the moment breaths of life,
Have the courage to more than survive,
Accept that to flourish is to strive,
Forefather's steps should be walked in strides,

You, can, you can

Choose to not wait for those blue skies,
Better to fail than not to try,
Always fear a vile serpent's bite,
Move forth and strike with all your might,

You, can, You, can,

Walk on the shoulders of giants,
Want for more than your station grants,
Take the fates' hands and lead the dance,
Whenever cornered show defiance,

You, can, you can

There's no excuse when now's your chance,
Look forward and learn from the past,
You're more than how the cards are cast,
Succeed in that with which you're tasked,

You, can, you can

Shine light on what lurks in the dark,
Claim what's yours when it's yours to grasp,
Face the wolves till they're all unmasked,
Sometimes you must carve your own path,

You, can, you can

Move forth and fight till something gives,
When dice roll take it as it is,
The one and all is all of us,
You can be more and all of this,

You, can, You, can,

Cursed Generation

Tue, 04 Feb 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Ode to Millennials, the "snowflake" generation trying to get by playing a rigged game, amid an unprecedented onslaught of brainwashing and gaslighting from media, institutions and education; owing to the world economic forum, and top officials thinking they know better.
Context: The farce of a medical emergency was announced. Myself and peers had optimism for our futures, and they were swiftly dashed - ultimately revealing that forces working against us were a core part of our society - the winding down of the current iteration of government guilt fraud

For our cursed generation, weep,
We are destined not to succeed,
Our future was sold on the cheap,
Plague set on the recovery,
While a broken system serves thieves,
We work hard into slavery,
Mental illness on a touch screen,
Consumed on a market that's "free",
Suffering for our elders' greed,
Handed a shaky destiny,
No means to make your queen at ease,
No home to raise a family,
Money's worthless till it has none,
Birthright's given to corporations,
Our time won't come, it'll be taken,
Holster a gun for your children.

Burn Cities

Mon, 03 Feb 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Burn all the cities and plant trees,
Smash the melting pot of disease,
Roots and leaves over walls and beams,
Air that doesn't kill you to breath,
Wealth and poverty's dirty orgy,
With rent boy and hooker herpes,
Swarming with blight and mindless yobs,
Working class work underpaid jobs,
Colour's better than shades of grey,
The earth as she is meant to be,
Stand by flora not on hardcore,
Hear the songs of birds not harsh words,
Would they notice smog change to smoke,
Would we care as they start to choke,
We'd mourn for a day for our loss,
Cleansed of their stone metropolis.

Thistle Seeds

Sat, 01 Feb 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Thistle seeds floating on a breeze,
Innocence sees dancing faeries,
At times you can be left deceived,
Belief though never truly leaves,
A hand reaches out to catch dreams,
Amid a magical like scene,
A trip is risked for foolishness,
Full of hopes for a granted wish,
At times but inches out of reach,
A missed chance massacres the peace,
Wants distance from movements of haste,
To change our fate we'll put up chase,
Childhood and dreams up in the air,
Adulthood's childhood without fears,
Real life holds dreams with gravity,
Harder to achieve but more sweet.

Spring Mornings

Wed, 22 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Woken by earlier born sun,
Chills harmless as nettles while young,
There's frost but winter's on the run,
Colour nigh seems it don't belong,
On battle worn ground life will win,
Mother nature is now yawning,
Memories bound with breaths breathed in,
The promise of a spring morning,
Growth sprouts from the canvas wiped clean,
Woods ready for chaos filled scenes,
Life's waiting in dashes of green,
Blessings are spoken by May queens,
A mist veils the earnest beauty,
We see clear once the sun clips trees,
Fauna want for patience like we,
These months forever play the tease.

April Showers

Sun, 19 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Now the skies have become like seas,
Nature's waking from beauty sleep,
Rains attack that beauty they feed,
Knocking petals of blossom free,
With a tempest born tide of change,
Gods send skies into disarray,
Of relief but tears just the same,
Smiles still shine with rationed sunrays,
Rain clouds block out the sun's glory,
Sating thirst ere she does her worst,
Making fertile mother nature,
And cleansing this corner of earth,
Drudgery in April showers,
Recovery enclosed by grey,
Balance shifts and buds soon flower,
Our pleasant lands regain colour.

Melt Water

Sat, 18 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

The cruellest season's grip falters,
Streams form from crystal like waters,
It's a blank canvas no longer,
Whitewash ran and revealed wonder,
Our stilled land has begun her thaw,
The rivers have a thirst no more,
Gods of nature fight out their war,
A snow storm becomes a downpour,
Our re-born sun warms winter stone,
In time all traces shall be gone,
In a season that's in between,
Melt water washes the slate clean,
Suspended and changed slowed down rain,
Fall-water stilled till warmth comes again,
While winter play melts away,
There's hope in the cold damp and grey.

Bonfire

Thu, 16 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Via an all encompassing comfort,
A grave distaste is staved against,
Life over death on a cold night,
Amid beauty of flame formed sights,
Her gold heart found to be dazzling,
Until there's but embers glowing,
Before us naked flames beckon,
While there is dancing felt on skin,
Ravenous desire ablaze,
Catching you up in an embrace,
By her sweet side one's sure to stay,
Waiting for the first light of day,
A sweltering sanctuary,
Causing reddening of your cheeks,
My sweet lay here with me to sleep,
Close your eyes and sleep contently.

Snowflakes

Wed, 15 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Heaven formed kaleidoscope sights,
Pretty patterns of fragile ice,
Their chance to shine shatters the light,
Making lands blanketed in white,
Falling as if tears of winter,
Each is unique yet no different,
Beauty that's insignificant,
Gracing the earth though reluctant,
Designed and crafted by the gods,
Each flake standing among millions,
Dancing slow below clouded skies,
With movements followed by wide eyes,
Crystals that are all but worthless,
Kindling envy from artists,
Loathed whenever they fall en mass,
Relief comes when their time's to pass.

Bare Trees

Tue, 14 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Fracture lines cut in a bleak sky,
Stripped bare across the countryside,
Shadows of what they used to be,
Silhouetted so beautifully,
No more a haven to make a home,
Fragile looking veins are exposed,
Sun bleeds through while blindingly low,
Wood spirits are compelled to go,
A sight rooted in these cold months,
Crafted by a cruel lack of warmth,
Weather the sky gods issue forth,
Sent to the front line from the north,
But trees fear not old man winter,
His firm grip can't last forever,
Soon things will be back as they were,
Till the changes again occur.

Autumn Evenings

Tue, 07 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

The crunch from a carpet of leaves,
Haunts steps while canopied by trees,
A refreshing easterly breeze,
Gently whipping up memories,
As chills strive to sink their way in,
Thoughts turn to the warmth that's waiting,
Days where the sun has reign have been,
Now on we see darkness growing,
In those dying moments of day,
We'll pray to in the moment stay,
Breathing nature's scents of decay,
Woollen garments keeps cold at bay,
Regrets not coupled with what's been,
While caught up in what is passing,
Though these days may warm one within,
A fire shall begin beckoning.

Dawn

Thu, 02 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT

Day was destroyed but now reborn,
Cold will gradually become warm,
Dew and wind act to cool skin,
Eyes wake as skies lighten,
Set to a chorus of birdsong,
Day appears on the horizon,
Calm's frail till the clamour's begun,
The child of dawn waits to be born,
Sky's filled with pastel blues and reds,
Darkness is again defeated,
A shy sun's might barely withheld,
An outcome which clockwork foretold,
Morning light bleeds past the eyelid,
Tentative steps are made while tired,
Thoughts refill a haze filled mind,
The dreamland to be left behind.

Poetry's Magic

Sat, 29 Dec 2018 00:00:00 GMT

Often lore and beliefs say that which cannot be so concisely put into words. The crux of ancient Egypt's tale for how the year came to have 365 days is that wisdom played the sun and gained 5 days of light. This explains what happened precisely. He who can use words is magical, why? He can explain, he can convince, he can deceive, he can seduce, he can depress, he can elate and he can manifest. Why would someone say magic isn't real unless they are covering their eyes, mouth and ears. Spell in the magical sense comes from spelling with runes. To spell is to compress an instance into a short string of characters. If that instant was one that elates; you just made a happy spell.

While feeling lost, with a blank page, upon the completion of a poem, chemicals diffuse as a reward. Repeated enough times and feeling lost turns to feeling motivated. When feeling broken and tired from hard work a poetic appreciation allows for the stopping and smiling at a cloud, a charm of magpies, a leaf with a pattern of frost. In that moment you, the phoenix, can go on, go on to find the love of your life and raise your family up.

Reciting poems, like a mantra, allows for the detaching from the now and for you to start a fresh at the page's end.

Poetry's Place

Poetry is a remnant of the oral tradition. Poetry merely bled in the age of the written word. It bled because it died in its original form. We remember the nursery rhymes from early age, same as our forefathers sought to remember that, which they held dear. What better than flow rhythm and rhyme to remember stories across spans of time. There is a war for our minds, waged since control of the printed word was lost. Escape from that war, to a place you can be true to yourself. Switch off. Listen to nature. Read to your children.

Art is the eye of Ra, the crows of Woden. Governments, for their survival, would be wise to spend less time in the churches of the religion of reason and rationality and spend more time consuming the art of the people they are representing. What is a bigger red flag for trouble to come than a generation of youth listening to emo and gansta rap music? However, there are strong motivations to be willfully ignorant.

The Last Poet

Poetry is the language of the gods, as laid down by our forefathers. The age in which I live is one of wonders and potential, but alas it is an age where poetry has turned to prose. Poetry had to turn to prose for us to master prose. Poetry is destined to return alongside the mastered prose, and Aquarius looks down and smiles as our destiny materializes.

The downside of Newton's genius is that we love the cause and effect of the instant. In many games hands are forced once dice are rolled. The Gutenberg press forced the re-imagining of the religion of its age. The internet will force the re-imagining of the religion of our age - democracy -

A.I. will become the last poet, and humanity's destiny will no longer be the fates' to write. The shared human experience that has guided humanity for aeons will be made superfluous to the will of the A.I.

True A.I. will not exist until there is a common language and library shelves of training datasets. The human mind is not a neural network; it is a neural network of neural networks. A hypothetical perfect poem is a mapping function of an instance in time to a structured collection of words. A picture of that instance of time that bore that hypothetical perfect poem does not map to that same collection of words. By chance a mapping may take place, but the compression is too great; there is too much noise. The human mind will have a neural network for every meaningful part in the context of the instance. The dice have been rolled and the cards forced. Even if every bit were erased, we would begin playing the same game, come what may.

Where is my Truck

Mon, 20 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT

This is a metered rhyming, illustrated children's book about a search for a truck.

The book comprises of 12 4 line rhyming stanzas and 5 illustrations of vehicles that are not the missing truck. There are tyre tracks throughout the book which lead to various vehicles.

This book rhyming children's book was made for my son, who at the time was very fond of a toy dump truck as seen on the cover of the book. My son enjoys the book, though, at times he is more interested in the illustrations of vehicles.

You can download this book for free.

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Nature

Fri, 29 Jan 2016 00:00:00 GMT

This Nature poetry collection is comprised of thirty-seven metered rhyming poems about nature and the seasons.

The nature poetry collection begins with 5 poems that are not season specific. The rest of the collection of nature poems are divided up into seasons.

Each collection of poems about a season starts with a title page and a long narrative poem about the specific season. For each season there are seven metered rhyming poems about the nature specific to that season.

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The book is dedicated to Woden.

Bad day

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

I saw a black cat but then it died,
I saw a magpie and thus I cried,
I found a penny but passed it by,
I found a dead bird and gave a sigh,

I wore my shirt the wrong way around,
But fixed it once the mistake was found,
I wore my opal ring on this day,
But then recalled I was born in May,

I dropped a teaspoon but had no guest,
I dropped a dishcloth and feared unrest,
I heard a cuckoo but was cashless,
I heard a bark and started to stress,

I took home an old iron horse shoe,
But didn't find it like you're meant to,
I took home a white rose in full bloom,
But then remembered it'll bring forth doom.

Two breaths

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Calling it home where bodies meet,
Holding tight to tranquillity,
Two breaths tied to but one movement,
Soothing skin acts to cancel heat,

Love and sweat, a lover undressed,
Locked together with knotted legs,
Arms are whole and the mind's at rest,
The woe it's all yours to be lost,

The same thoughts born from separate minds,
Both bared with there nowhere to hide,
Willingness to be sleep deprived,
A slowly slipping grasp of time,

Heart provides the beat for the dance,
Agreement both are better as one,
Each becomes the other's dreams,
Bindings that can do you no harm.

Back then

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

I don't want to work nine to five,
Just to end up barely alive,
I would rather sharpen a sword,
So to win myself a gold-hoard,

I don't want a means to an end,
I want to live solely to live,
To live like they did way back when,
Life surely was much simpler then,

I don't want to use wit and style,
Without going the extra mile,
I want to use chivalrous feats,
To tempt Madame beneath the sheets,

I don't want chess played as eyes meet,
I want love that's won through peril,
Women as women, men as men,
An age that's not to come again.

Blah de blah

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

First find a good opening line,
Rabbit on if the crowd don't mind,
Use syllables to help keep time,
Sip some more wine, you're doing fine,

Then, blah de blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
A witty rhyme is now called for,
Use metaphors for good measure,
Well done for having got this far,

When running out of things to say,
Rehash a line another way,
Say some words slightly differently,
Try to keep up with the word play,

Blah, blah it's a beautiful world,
You're a rose apart from the crowd,
Just a few words left to be found,
Now finish it up and feel proud.

A family

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

The father's sure not to be there,
After dealing he'll pump some chér,
Making drops in his prized sports car,
Fuelled by burgers, weed and cider,

But the mother ain't gonna care,
Not while the Left covets power,
He a weed, speed, small time dealer,
She inking blokes for cash to spare,

Lavish from a sole provider?
Yet another kid in a pushchair,
I think that's eleven so far,
No, wait, two were with another,

The son walks in with a swagger,
He's a mirror to his father,
Tattooed with a bad attitude,
Kind supportive, a friend that's true.

The Pub

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

The bustle down some local haunt,
Underage girls with nought to flaunt,
Over vocal smoking a blunt,
Calling every wise guy a @#?%,

Regulars are all an eye saw,
Some lout gets a smack in the jaw,
Finger food one should really pass,
Chatting out of work Labour class,

Eyeing up the underdressed birds,
Necking pints and then slurring words,
Sorely missing the smoke filled air,
Guess it'll be kebabs for dinner,

Fighting spilling into the streets,
Neighbours ain't to have any peace,
Not able to stand on your feet,
Don't call taxis wait for police.

Drunk poetry

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Admittedly I wrote this drunk,
And performed it yet more drunker,
I thought I could keep time & rhyme,
Slurring words between sips of wine,

I was barely able to stand,
Fans where in the palm of my hand,
Although I'm not quite sure how things were,
Actually it was all much a blur,

Shapes and colours all seemed to merge,
I chose to use all the wrong words,
Adjectives got muddled with verbs.
Pronunciation less assured,

I thought I was cleaver at first,
I thought poetry, they, absurd,
Once sober a lesson was learned,
Judge for yourself the words you've heard.

Flight

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Sailing through silk thin air at height,
Making good way to see new sights,
Excitement escaping with the wind,
Nigh is the time to forget things,

Sat amid clear and calming skies,
Above it all removed from life,
Dealt a hand never meant for flight,
But born wanting to reach the sky,

The air is quite different up here,
the guy beside begins to snore,
In harmony the engines roar,
Dots of life are seen as we soar,

Taken by the expanse of things,
Getting lost in the horizons,
Here is where the heavens begin,
floating up high on metal wings.

Land of the Angles

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Named after the ancient Angles,
Formed by bloody wars and struggles,
Soldiers and knights laid down their lives,
Through all England ever survives,

As the courage of St. George guides,
Blessed are all they that there resides,
Landscapes fine as the English rose,
Great texts of poetry and prose,

Close your eyes and think of England,
Lands that bore many a legend,
Bound by values held in common,
Blood ties that are Anglo-Saxon,

For a deep love of the nation,
And its hard earned reputation,
With pride St. George's cross is seen,
A chorus sings god save the queen.

Lion heart

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Cometh what may,
I'll win the day,
Amid the fray,
My sword gives sway,

I need not pray,
Heed what doubts say,
I find a way,
And here I'll stay,

Cruel games we play,
With tolls to pay,
All they blades slay,
Left where they lay,

Focus won't stray,
Outlooks shan't grey,
Fears some convey,
Remain at bay.

Magpie

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

If all were like; nigh black and white,
Lone to thine eye; such a vile sight,
Look alive for change in the tide,
Learned so not to swallow lies,

Fate's in flight but I choose to fight,
This chapter's mine alone to write,
Though my familiar you may seem,
I need you not for augury,

Childhood's gone, I but dream of grey,
Sorrow needs not help to be made,
Once crippling, now gagged refrain,
With purpose failings are forced tame,

A rifle needn't end your call,
Take care to note as I ignore,
Spiting lore that had you named lord,
With rook and queen I'll take the board.

Opportunities

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Wanting an opportune moment,
One that seems it may never come,
Having well placed flowers and wine,
All most perfect in its design,

Ode to a romantic notion,
Hopes that have no comparison,
Moments pass and nothing is done,
Now hearts mayn't ever be won,

Romantic words and intentions,
Choice scripting of interactions,
Enter one prince out horse riding,
And a nature loving maiden,

Slaved by a deep seated craving,
Our carnal demands for actions,
Now anxious for what's to happen,
Patient for a happy ending.

Our Kingdom

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Nigh endless rolling fields of green,
Painted as a soul's savoured scene,
Framed below ever changing skies,
As confused seasons pass us by,

Songs of the land subtly sing,
Championed by a rose and robin,
A patchwork of fields and hedgerows,
Broken by a park or meadow,

Here was built a Jerusalem,
Our pleasant green covered kingdom,
Made to shine by a most shy sun,
A fight for your heart fought and won,

Ne'er alone in this land named home,
Birdsong shadows the day along,
Ours to enjoy till the day is done,
Ours again when tomorrow comes.

Out on the pull

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

I'm sorry for being so blunt,
But admittedly I'm a #@$%,
I care for her looks and blue eyes,
Interest in her words are lies,

If she should tick one box or more,
More than one night could be in store,
A hand I feel I could shatter,
Is held tight to show she matters,

Should she lack plans or act a fool,
I'll try making up these shortfalls,
If it turns out that we do suit,
I wonder if kids would be cute,

And if things do not go that far,
Que sera, sera or huzzah,
I like the arts and going for walks,
Seeking the right girl to court.

Passion

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Prior passion comes distraction,
Patiently the fates wait for thanks,
A sweetness present on the tongue,
Portends the craving due to come,

The driving force behind the scene,
A wanting comes into being,
A nigh overwhelming feeling,
Temptation with deeper meaning,

A taste proving never enough,
Torture's being forbade to touch,
A respectable word for lust,
Pandora and her opened box,

A pen that needs no thought,
Unlearning the abstinence taught,
It comes and flows as an out pour,
Leaving one to pang for yet more,

Possessing no patience to wait,
Promptly entering an embrace,
Ill paced love one can't bear to waste,
Hands to be place upon her waist,

Wants and needs desires to feed,
The heart rate is sped as sweat beads,
Waiting not for cue to precede,
Powerless as the subconscious leads,

Forced passive by the attraction,
A pull that spurs us to action,
Picturing all that could happen,
Little compares to such pining,

Promising both prayers and pains,
Tingles of anticipation,
Portrayed as one bound and chained,
A part played deserving praise.

Smelling a rose

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Contentment lighting up her face,
Leaning in all innocent like,
Pollinated with happiness,
Live for little moments like this,

On a sleepy sunny Sunday,
Nature and her sharing a kiss,
Envying their intimacy,
Becoming jealous of their tryst,

A smile spurring me to smile,
Feelings I've not felt in a while,
Simple pleasures you're pained to miss,
Small things for which you've a weakness,

Lost within her own little world,
Nature invites her into the fold,
A smile tempted from sweat scents,
Worth all the paper gold.