Enemy within my head

I was thinking about “being concerned” lately. Funny thing to think about, I know, but still…

Everybody’s concerned about something, nowadays: environment, terrorism, emancipation, world peace, pestilence, famine, slaughter, disease, death and … penis length. Each person is entitled to its own freedom of thought and concern, of course, but this is becoming ridiculous.

There comes a rock star, reminding us of starving kids in Africa, and we all go ape at big fuckin’ concerts, screaming our heads off and feeling better afterwards, ’cause we kinda pretended we kinda did something to make the world a better place. Bollocks!

Or maybe there’s movies to be seen, featuring well known politicians and prophets, about the end of the world as we know it, where we go, buy tickets, watch and aftewards think we learned something, from this old warmed up soup we were served in the theaters. Bollocks to that too!

Don’t forget to “Free Tibet”, man, ’cause this Dalai Lama dude is such a nice guy!

Oh, those muslims that wanna destroy the western civilization, destroy plasma TVs, iPods, 250 HP sport cars and all the shit that makes our life easier. Goddammit! We ought to bomb those sons of bitches!

When I was a kid, my grandmother used to say that if I don’t behave, the gypsies are gonna take me and I was scared shitless. But you know what? I grew up…

It was easier in the old days, I guess. There were barbarian hordes threatening our peace, or some foreign kingdom wanting a piece of ours, or the communists later on in the hystory. Now? Things are more “complicated”, since the alleged enemy isn’t that easy to point at. So we invent enemies.

Every modern political system needs enemies, so it can justify and sustain itself, in the eyes of the people it governs. Why is that? Because on itself, the system is emptied of anything sacred and superhuman. That’s why it cannot justify its own existence, except as the shepherd and the protector of the “scared fuckin’ rabbits”. And it uses fear, because a scared crowd is easier to manipulate.

Yes: a crowd. The lowest form of life there is.

And not only that: the masters of puppets give us things! A wicked method, but an effective one. The hystory taught them that violent enslaving isn’t productive enough.

We work, we get paid. We get paid, we buy stuff (mostly shit we don’t need). We own stuff (to be exact: the stuff we bought owns us!) and we don’t wanna lose that, so we cage ourselves willingly and everyone said to want a piece of what we own is the fuckin’ enemy. It’s really that simple.

See how people go on holidays and then mindlessly and dutifully return to the “cotton plantation”? Now that’s what I call a well done brainwash!

Not to forget those bad, bad, bad disease bringing germs and viruses, floating in the air, the genetically changed food we eat, the melting ice of the poles and stuff. And, if that’s not enough, we still have to worry about our noses being crooked, tits flat and cocks small.

It’s all about the fear, really. Fear is the ultimate monkey, fear is the key to keeping people docile, fear is what makes us do abominable things. He who invents and implements fear, controls the masses!

The point is: there are no enemies and there are no threats out there. We only gotta look in the mirror, in order to see the real enemy and the real threat! We enslave ourselves, we destroy ourselves!

The real enemy is within MY head! But this is old news, anyway…

Where once a temple stood

It is almost a year since I visited the island of Rugia (Rügen in german). Partly because of my slavic descent, of course. I knew I had to go there, especially to go to Cape Arkona, where once a big temple stood, dedicated to the slavic god Svetovid. I just had to.

Never expected it to give me that sense of peace and of somehow coming home, although I was there for the first time. Such a thing never happened to me, but it felt good.

I find pleasure in remembering this experience. A truly sacred place.

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The coming of the Third Sargon

The Prophecy of Sajaha

”Customs will no longer be enforced, but vice will be fashionable. Men will have sexual intercourse with boys and go unpunished; women will no longer want to be women, but will behave like men and go unpunished; people will mix themselves with animals and go unpunished and father bastards. And the bastards of bastards will be countless in the streets of the cities without anyone eradicating them.”

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“All that is bad is considered good, all that is good is considered bad. People will not recognize no god anymore. Gluttony and fornication, treachery and deceit are called their gods. They will drink blood and wallow in slime. Naughty lies they call truth, and truth will not be in them. Except in the lonely just waiting longingly to the Third Sargon, which they have secretly ordained their courage. The spark of the new will spring from the trampled soil of Chaldea . He will rise up the sky and fly, carried by rushing clouds to the land of the north. From the tortured land will rise the liberator, the Avenger: The Third Sargon! And North and South will rise by then, the lonely righteous will be enormous and hastily kindle the fire to carry forward, which burns all evil everywhere, yes everywhere.“

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“The Third Sargon will come in later times. He will destroy the servants of darkness with all her seed, he will uproot the evil by the roots. He will show no mercy, will not spare one of the enemies of light; he will have no mercy with those who remained passive. He will not tolerate the ones who do not recognize the whole. He will push down the lower species, he kills all the sick souls. Among the worshipers of the evil spirit is no trace left on the ground. The third Sargon will be terrible against everything that is a hindrance to the development of pure light. He will purify the world, will kill seven out of ten people and obliterate everything that is wrong and everything that bears the marks of the false. He will be cruel to the darkness. The bodies of the slain, he will pile up to high pyramids, to burn them. Everything ignoble must fall. The eternal order, which will have been lost, will be restored by himself, sent by the deity.”

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“The earthly world will then be bad. But in the time span of the third part of a year, the emissary will have done his work. He will come from the north; he will come unexpectedly upon in poison living earthly world; he will shake all at once – and his power will be invincible. He will not ask anybody. He will know everything. A band of upright will be around him. Sargon will give them the third light, and they will illuminate the world. And the righteous will wade in the blood of slaughtered unjust. Until the work is done, the fires of destruction will burn from one to the other end of the earth. The truth alone will remain.”