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Magician Magician A sad magician wearing a mask, seated on a throne. The City is next to him, as a wish of vital force. A motorcycle, vitality. But the painted runes, and the lines from the homonymous song by Lou Reed are about loss and death. The magician, no matter how daring and powerful, knows he won’t... Yggrdrasill Yggrdrasill, the Horse of Yggr – the sacred Ashtree. Wotan suspended himself to one of its branches, pulled out his own eye, went through death, three wolves owling at his hanging body. Only after all this, Wotan was the divine seer he had to be. Labyrinthical stories of Gods and men. Shaman I Allies to Zalmoxis, shamans unveil themselves as prophets, healers, primitive priests of the God of prophecy – call it Hyperborean Apollo: Swans lead him hrough the skies, he himself disguised like a crow. Or manifesting as a talking reindeer. The Chariot This is my favorite trump tarot card. It depicts both the triumphal chariot, and also the unveiling of a feminine Deity. Just listen to its hum, meet her and fall charmed by her. Rêves (Blue Tucano) Rêves (Blue Tucano) The scene is all about love: idealized, reached and then vanished. A complex scene, intertwined. A big billboard displays an embracing couple , the movie title says “Starlite Lovers”. Hollywood-like. A close couple talking at a bar stand, like a love story at its very beginning. A he-she on the right, very self- sufficient, a...
Ehepaar
Ehepaar

I AM A HYPERBOREAN

ZALMOXIS

I come from long ago, from a time long passed. I come from a faraway land much beloved by Apollo, the great distant God of prophecy and archery, the God of diseases and of cures.

Dancing Satyr
Dancing Satyr
Truth is

who am I?

I WAS TOO MANY TO REMEMBERI DON’T WANT TO BE REMEMBEREDTHIS ONLY MATTERS: MY CHARMS, MY LASTING DAYSI WILL SURVIVEMY LONG GOING EXISTENCE IS NO JOKEI AM A MAGICIAN, A PRIEST FOR APOLLO, A HYPERBOREANI LUST FOR BLOOD, WHICH IS LIFE BY ITSELF
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Blue Tucano
Blue Tucano
Anna & Fernanda
Anna & Fernanda

I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul

I AM ALL IN A SEA OF WONDERS I DOUBT I FEAR
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No se puede propio saber lo que sabe el lobo. El lobo es incognoscible. Preguntar lo que sabe el lobo es como preguntar los arboles. Las piedras. El mundo.
Cormac McCarthy
novelist
Mit ungläublicher Ehrfurcht Lautschten wir den langsamen Takten des Walzwerks der Front, einer Melodie, die uns in langen jahren Gewohnheit werden sollte.
Ernst Jünger
author
Der Atem des Kampfes wehte herüber und ließ uns seltsam erschauern.
Ernst Jünger
author
Yggrdrasill
Yggrdrasill
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THE PREMISE IS

To approach Zalmoxis, we start from Apollo. God of Forecasting. God of Diseases, Supreme Healer. Magician Sire of the Underworld, God of the Far Traveling Arrow. He is not Greek, he came from the immense plains in the North-East, from lands where the Sun rises and lasts.

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