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In Stahlgewittern Somehow I fell in love with armored trains. Those powerful dominators of flat lands where roads melted in mud. Majestic and vulnerable at the same time. Monuments to steel, to industry.. Their own hymn is in the incipit of Ernst Jünger's “Storm of Steel”, where the new era of Technique came to us at an... Hyperboreans Hyperboreans A hazy scene, two old immortals quietly. The icy shades of blue recall the extremely northern and undefined lands of the Hyperboreans, where land and sea merge indistinctly. Immortality has been a long lasting reverie of men. Jorge Luis Borges outlined its potential grievous backlash into our psychology so dependent on time. In the homonymous... Dionysus (Jump) Dionysus (Jump) The loss of oneself. No ego. No past. No future. The last step along the path of initiation. Nothing will be the same, afterwards. A delicate woman, rose and green, is flying over the abyss. We watch her mystic, definitive fall. Impending Dionysus silently supervises the scene. A God can never be completely depicted. Death... Anna & Fernanda A ragtop-down cherry red 60s Camaro, two models, Arizona and New Mexico's deserts, unbound horizons. Just, getting away from all this. Wolf, Forest, Runes Wolf, Forest, Runes We stepped into this place, long ago. We did not intend to, back then. Nor we do now, because this is the place where the world of the dead surfaces to the eyes of the living. A wolf will guide us across the dark forest, when the moment of our own death will come. Look around. Remember. Preserve this semiconscious...

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.

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

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
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.