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I COME FROM LONG AGO FROM A TIME LONG PASSED

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.

Bloodthirsty Apollo craves for bloody offerings. His ancient priests, magicians themselves, came to Greece from this same distant vastness, where the Sun does not set, but merges into the same limitless land, as infinite as an Ocean. Their ancient Greek name was: Hyperboreans. Zalmoxis was counted among the hyperborean magicians. According to ancient fragments, he taught men the prolongation of life.

He might dispense immortality

I AM A HYPERBOREAN

ZALMOXIS

Between evocation and domain Zalmoxis the demon, the demigod of healing, of life beyond death. His magicians and priests could heal diseases and wounds, and even grant immortality to men, just by casting their magic spell (Plato, the Charmides). This story stems from times long gone. Few tracks are left of Zalmoxis, and of his long persisting religion in the Carpathian area, later erased by the Roman conquest.

The historian Herodotus notoriously mentioned Zalmoxis, and then Plato in the Charmides Dialogue. Herodotus conjectured Zalmoxis as a former slave of Pythagoras’, the philosopher who introduced the notion of immortal soul. But the reverse might be the real truth. Abaris, a renowned Hyperborean priest and magician who served under the God Apollo. At the moment of his death, he turned into a crow. He then reappeared more than two centuries later and brought Apollo’s sacred arrow to Pythagoras, as a symbol of the continuing tradition.

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.

I COME
from a place
Where immense plains merge into icy waves. I come from another time, I am a disciple, and a magician too. I am the wolf, the wandering warrior. I am the crow. I might be an arrow, no real animal at all
TRUTH
is
I was too many to remember
I don’t want to be remembered
This only matters: my charms
my lasting days. I will survive
MY LONG
going
Existence is no joke
I am a magician
a priest for Apollo, a Hyperborean
I lust for blood, which is life by itself
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