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Gen. ‘Vrangel bei Murnau Gen. ‘Vrangel bei Murnau Even when he abandoned Russia with his eponymous fleet, moved to Serbia and then to Belgium to meet his own dead, Gen. ‘Vrangel (von Wrangel, as a German Baltic) did not set his foot in Murnau. In those same years and before, the peaceful village of southern Bavaria, overlooking the scenic Stauffelsee Lake, the Portofino... Wolf Wolf You thought you could dodge it. Now you are facing it. Its eyes straight on you. Almost real. Blood dripping around, almost a necklace. This is not real, this is far more than real. 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... Dans mon Lit, pas dans mes Cauchemars Dans mon Lit, pas dans mes Cauchemars Siberia. An armored flat wagon. Herringbone light machineguns. Definitely, a bed: my own bed. The one I wear out with insomnia, not to sink into nightmares. Albeit always with grace, almost dancing my pains away. They were in the Czech Legion. As Austrians, captured by the Russians and sent to Siberia. With White Russians to... 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...

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.