Earth Day

Just need to get something off my chest here.

Your elected officials do not care about the earth. This needs to be reiterated. There is no love for the earth from these individuals. Sure, they come out and say recycle, change your light bulbs, blah blah blah…but it is merely lip service.

These people are against natural law. What am I talking about, you ask. Surely it is good to recycle and do our part.

NOTHING CAN BE DONE AS LONG AS THERE IS RAPE OF NATURAL LAW.

Natural law is defeated via genetically modified crops and the chemicals used to sustain said crops.

With Tom Vilsack and Islam A. Siddiqui are within the Obama administration, Monsanto has friends in the Obama administration.

You cannot be a friend to the earth and support these policies. You have no labeling, no choice. The food supply is tainted by chemicals and GMO’s…yet they insist on environmental policy. This is a joke. The FDA wants to crack down on salt, which has me laughing and wondering how much more ridiculous this can get.

*Quietly wonders if Monsanto is developing a new form of salt.*

Address the faults of the FDA and USDA regarding GMOs, antibiotics in milk, tainted food…then maybe I can take you seriously.

Until then, this administration is an enemy of the earth, not a friend.

Oh, might want to check up what Monsanto’s Round-Up does to frogs. Yeah, friends of the earth. Quit kidding yourselves. You can recycle all you want to, but the simple fact is that the true, nefarious reasons for the destruction of this planet remain woefully hidden.

HL

Proof that vulcanic ash comes from a Nordic god

*I found this one amusing, had to post it.*

For those who doubt the veracity of my blog yesterday suggesting that the Icelanders had summued up some kind of Nordic god in revenge for Britain’s use of strong armed tactics to extract compensation over the Icesave collapse, take a look at the following photograph.

Incredible it may seem, but taken by the Icelandic coast guard a few days back using special cameras, it shows the three main vents of the Eyjafjallajökull eruption. If this is not the face of some fallen deity summoned up from the undeworld, I don’t know what is.

blogs.telegraph.co.uk/finance/jeremywarner/100004999/proof-that-vulcanic-ash-comes-from-a-nordic-god/

Völuspá-The Song of the Sybil

Heidi men call me when their homes I visit,
A far seeing Volva, wise in talismans.
Caster of spells, cunning in magic.
To wicked women welcome always.

Arm rings and necklaces, Odhinn you gave me
To learn my lore, to learn my magic:
Wider and wider through all worlds I see.

Outside I sat by myself when you came,
Terror of the gods, and gazed in my eyes.
What do you ask of me? Why tempt me?
Odhinn, I know where your eye is concealed,
Hidden away in the well of Mimir:
Mimir each morning his mead drinks
From Valfather’s pledge. Well would you know more?

Of Heimdal too and his horn I know.
Hidden under the holy tree
Down on it pours a precious stream from Valfather’s pledge
Well would you know more?

Silence I ask of the sacred folk,
Silence of the kith and kin of Heimdal:
At your will Valfather, I shall well relate
The old songs of men I remember best.

I tell of giants from times forgotten.
Those who fed me in former days:
Nine worlds I can reckon, nine roots of the tree.
The wonderful ash, way under the ground

When Ymir lived long ago
Was no sand or sea, no surging waves.
Nowhere was there earth nor heaven above.
Bur a grinning gap and grass nowhere.

The sons of Bur then built up the lands.
Moulded in magnificence middle-Earth:
Sun stared from the south on the stones of their hall,
From the ground there sprouted green leeks.

Sun turned from the south, sister of Moon,
Her right arm rested on the rim of Heaven;
She had no inkling where her hall was,
Nor Moon a notion of what might he had,
The planets knew not where their places were.

The high gods gathered in council
In their hall of judgement. all the rulers:
To Night and to Nightfall their names gave,
The Morning they named and the Mid-Day,
Mid-Winter, Mid-Summer, for the assigning of years.

At Ida’s Field the Aesir met:
Temple and altar they timbered and raised,
Set up a forge to smithy treasures,
Tongs they fashioned and tools wrought;

Played chess in the court and cheerful were;
Gold they lacked not, the gleaming metal
Then came three, the Thurs maidens,
Rejoicing in their strength, from Giant-home.

The high Gods gathered in council.
In their hall of judgement: Who of the dwarves
Should mould man by master craft
From Brimir’s blood and Blain’ s limbs?

Motsognir was their mighty ruler,
Greatest of dwarves, and Durin after him :
The dwarves did as Durin directed,
Many man forms made from the earth.

Nyi and Nidi, Nordri, Sudri, Austri and Vestri, Althjof, Dvalin, Bivor,
Bavor Bombur, Nori, An and Anar, Ai, Mjodvitnir, Veignr and Gandalf,
Vindalf, Thorin, Thror and Thrain, Thekkur, Litur, Vitur, Nar and Nyradur,
Fili, Kili, Fundin, Nali Hefti, Vili, Hanar, Sviur, Billing, Bruni, Bildur,
and Buri, Frar, Hornbori Fraegur, Loni, Aurvangur, Jari, Eikinskjaldi:
(All Durin’s folk I have duly named,)

I must tell of the dwarves in Dvalin’ s host;
Like lions they were in Lofar’s time:
In Juravale’s marsh they made their dwelling,
From their Stone hall set out on journeys,

There was Draupnir and Dolgthrasir, Har, Haugspori, Hlevangur, Gloi, Dori,
Ori, Dufur, Andvari, Skirvir, Virvir Skafidur, Ai, Alf and Yngvi,
Eikinskjaldi, Fjalar and Frosti, Finn and Ginnar: Men will remember while
men live
The long line of Lofar’s forbears.

Then from the host three came,
Great, merciful, from the God’s home:
Ash and Elm on earth they found,
Faint, feeble, with no fate assigned them

Breath they had not, nor blood nor senses,
Nor language possessed, nor life-hue:
Odhinn gave them breath, Haenir senses,
Blood and life hue Lothur gave.

I know an ash tree, named Yggdrasil:
Sparkling showers are shed on its leaves
That drip dew, into the dales below,
By Urd’s well it waves evergreen,
Stands over that still pool,
Near it a bower whence now there come
The Fate Maidens, first Urd,
Then Verdandi, the second
Skuld ,third of the Norns: scorer of runes,
The laws that determine the lives of men
They fixed forever and their fate sealed.

The first war in the world I well remember,
When Gullveig was spitted on spear-points
And burned in the hall of. the high god:
Thrice burned, thrice reborn,
Often laid low, she lives yet,

The gods hastened to their hall of judgement,
Sat in council to discover who
Had tainted all the air with corruption
And Odhinn’s maid offered to the giants,

At the host Odhinn hurled his spear
In the first world-battle; broken was the plankwall
Of the gods fortress: the fierce Vanes
Caused war to occur in the fields.

The gods hastened to their hall of judgement,
Sat in council to discover who
Had tainted all the air with corruption
And Odhinn’s maid offered to the giants.

One Thorr felled in his fierce rage;
Seldom he sits when of such he hears:
Oaths were broken, binding vows,
Solemn agreements sworn between them.

Valkyries I saw, coming from afar,
Eagerly riding to aid the Goths;
Skuld bore one shield, Skogul another
Gunn, Hild, Gondul and Spearskogul:
Duly have I named the daughters of Odhinn,
The valiant riders the Valkyries.

Baldur I saw the bleeding God,
His fate still hidden, Odhinn’s Son:
Tall on the plain a plant grew,
A slender marvel, the mistletoe.

From that fair shrub, shot by Hodur,
Flew the fatal dart that felled the god, .
But Baldur’ s brother was born soon after:
Though one night old, Odhinn’s Son
Took a vow to avenge that death.

His hands he washed not nor his hair combed .
Till Baldur’s bane was borne to the pyre:,
Deadly the bow drawn by Vali,
The strong string of stretched gut,
But Frigga wept in Fensalir
For the woe of Valhalla. Well, would you know more?

I see one in bonds by the boiling springs;
Like Loki he looks, loathsome to view:
There Sigyn sits, sad by her husband,
In woe by her man. Well would you know more?

From the east through Venom Valley runs
Over jagged rocks the River Gruesome.

North, in Darkdale, stands the dwelling place
Of Sindri’s kin, covered with gold;
A hall also in Everfrost,
The banquet hall of Brimir the giant.

A third I see, that no sunlight reaches,
On Dead Man’s Shore: the doors face northward,
Through its smoke vent venom drips,
Serpent skins enskein that hall.

Men wade there tormented by the stream,
Vile murderers, men forsworn
And artful seducers of other mens wives:
Nidhogg sucks blood from the bodies of the dead
The wolf rends them. Well, would you know more?

In the east dwells a crone, in Ironwood:
The brood of Fenris are bred there
Wolf-monsters, one of whom
Eventually shall devour the sun.

The giants watchman, joyful Eggthur
Sits on his howe and harps well:
The red cock, called All-Knower
Boldly crows from Birdwood.

Goldencomb to the gods crows
Who wakes the warriors in Valhalla:
A soot red hen also calls
From Hel’s hall, deep under the ground.

Loud howls Garm before Gnipahellir,
Bursting his fetters, Fenris runs:
Further in the future afar I behold
The twilight of the gods who gave victory.

Brother shall strike brother and both fall,
Sisters’ sons defiled with incest;
Evil be on earth, an age of. whoredom,
Of sharp sword-play and shields clashing,
A wind-age, a wolf-age till the world ruins:
No man to another shall mercy show.

The waters are troubled, the waves surge up:
Announcing now the knell of Fate,
Heimdal winds his horn aloft,
On Hel’s road all men tremble

Yggdrasil trembles, the towering ash
Groans in woe; the wolf is loose:
Odhinn speaks with the head of Mimir
Before he is swallowed by Surt’s kin.

From the east drives Hrym, lifts up his shield
The squamous serpent squirms with rage
The great worm with the waves contending
The pale-beaked eagle pecks at the dead,
Shouting for joy: the ship Naglfar

Sails out from the east, at its helm Loki
With the children of darkness, the doom-bringers
Offspring of monsters, allies of the wolf,
All who Byleists’s brother follow.

What of the gods? What of the elves?
Gianthome groans the gods are in council
The dwarves grieve before their door of stone,
Masters of walls. Well, would you know more?

Surt with the bane of branches comes
From the south, on his sword the sun of the Valgods,
Crags topple, the crone falls headlong,
Men tread Hel’s road, the Heavens split open.

A further woe falls upon Hlin
As Odhinn comes forth to fight the wolf;
The killer of Beli battles with Surt:
Now shall fall Frigga’s beloved.

Now valiant comes Valfather’s son,
Vidar, to vie with Valdyr in battle,
Plunges his sword into he son of Hvedrung,
Avenging his father with a fell thrust.

Now the son of Hlodyn and Odhinn comes
To fight with Fenris; fiercest of warriors
He mauls in his rage all Middle-Earth;
Men in fear all flee their homesteads;
Nine paces back steps Bur’s son
Retreats from the worm of taunts unafraid.

Now death is the portion of doomed men,
Red with blood the buildings of gods,
The sun turns black in the summer after,
Winds whine. Well, would know more?

Earth sinks in the sea, the sun turns black,
Cast down from Heaven are the hot stars,
Fumes reek, into flames burst,
The sky itself is scorched with fire.

I see Earth rising a second time
Out of the foam, fair and green;
Down from the fells fish to capture,
Wings the eagle; waters flow.

At lda’s Field the Aesir meet:
They remember the worm of Middle-Earth,
Ponder again the great twilight
And the ancient runes of the high god

Boards shall be found of a beauty to wonder at,
Boards of gold in the grass long after,
The chess boards they owned in the olden days,

Unsown acres shall harvests bear,
Evil be abolished, Baldur return
And Hropt’s hall with Hod rebuild,
Wise gods. Well, would you know more?

Haenir shall wield the wand of prophecy,
The sons two brothers set up their dwelling
In wide Windhome. Well, would you know more?

Fairer than sunlight, I see a hall
A hall thatched with gold in Gimle:
Kind Lords shall live there in delight for ever.

Now rides the Strong One to Rainbow Door,
Powerful from heaven, the All-Ruler:
From the depths below a drake comes flying
The dark dragon from Darkfell,
Bears on his pinions the bodies of men,
Soars overhead I sink now.

Ragnarök Refresher

When Ragnarök come, winter and cold weather will last for three years, with no summer in between the winter seasons. This was known as fimbul-winter “mighty winter”, snowing from all directions. Throughout the world, great battles would be fought; all taboos would be broken, brothers killing one another, and sons would murder their fathers too, mostly out of greed. No kinship would be sacred. This period would be known as the age of axes, age of swords, age of wolves and age of winds.

The two giant wolves, Skoll will swallow up sun (Sol), while Hati shall devour the moon (Moon or Mani). Stars will fall out of the heaven.

The giant worm or dragon Nidhogg that have been gnawing at one of roots of Yggdrasill (Niflheim). Nidhogg would have succeeded in eating away the root that supported Niflheim.

Loki, who was confined in a cavern and punished for his involvement with Balder’s death, will escape from his imprisonment, and lead the giants, and his monstrous offspring, to destroy the gods and mankind. Fenrirwill escape from his magic binding, while the Midgard Serpent named Jörmungand (Jormungand) will escape from his confinement in the sea.

Frost giants and mountain giants will leave their home in Jötunheim, and sailing toward Plain of Vigrid in a ship called Naglfar; while the fire giants led by Surt will leave their fiery home of Muspelheim. Vigrid would be the field of the final battle. Vigrid is an immense plain, a hundred league in every direction.

Labels and More Labels!

As everyone knows, I am predisposed to despise labels. I am becoming increasingly irate these days regarding so-called tolerant individuals being more intolerant than those they profess to dislike.

If I criticize the Messiah, it can be assured I am labeled either a racist or a republican. The lack of critical thinking and abuse of independent individuals is becoming a definite tragedy. The idiots have taken over.

Last evening, while posting something concerning Obama on Twitter, I was attacked by a black male who became very insulting and sexually harassing. It is not the first time this has happened to me, and I am certain it will not be the last. I found it very telling that this individual was screaming racial epitaphs, not myself.

We have become a society of the insane. If you oppose gay marriage, you are a Christian homophobe. If you attend a tea party, you are a racist republican. If you criticize tax dollars going to Israel, you are an anti-Semite. If you are a woman who likes to cook, you are being oppressed. The list goes on and on…

Use your intellect, folks. If you do not like what a person has to say, debate it honestly and do not start with the nonsensical labels and inevitable ad-hominem attacks. Better yet, how about not JUDGING based on a person’s opinion regarding one issue? Is this so difficult?

I hate to tell you this, but progress does not involve shutting people up. I am seeing the Obama apologists employ various tactics that they used to criticize…why is this? This is becoming a frightening trend. All in the name of tolerance and diversity. You WILL obey; you WILL be tolerant, as long as you adhere to OUR philosophies. Bravo, guys, you are embracing fascism! Roles are non-existent, because that would mean we are not all the same. And dammit, we are all the same! Nobody is better than anybody! Now, go to work at McDonald’s.

Intellectualism, philosophy, traditionalism have gone to the wayside. Common sense is dead, and you WILL embrace it.

Congratulations. Don’t start complaining when it all inevitably collapses.

HL

A few things coming to my mind…

Time seems to be speeding up. Note I said “seems.” I make no assumptions for others.

Strange events are occurring. In space, in science, anthropology, the news…it is becoming commonplace to see odd events. Consequence of news being disseminated at a faster rate? Perhaps.

Increasingly feeling off. Fatigue…mainly fatigue from the modern world. A growing frustration with the course of events, and the refusal of others to acknowledge these events. Interwoven plots on the news. Everything seems to be related.

Serious lack of morality. It is amazing…of course, this is subjective.

Increasing synchronicity. Increasing odd dreams that are fragmented, dreams of people I have not met.

These are incidents in my life; just some things I am observing.

Either the veil is lifting or it is becoming worse. I tend to think it is getting worse.

I am not spending a lot of time online these days. It is too frustrating. I am trying to find other things to do, ways to prepare my soul for whatever is happening. Go ahead and laugh; I am past the point of giving a damn.

I can’t tell you anything. I can’t give you any new information. Everything is a cycle, at this point. It is up to you…it is getting close now.

Hopefully, mercy can be shown in the long run. ;)

Fibromyalgia

This has been a rough night. The pain started last night, and has continued this morning. I cannot get comfortable. My entire body is screaming pain. I am still trying to stay positive, my emotional well-being is all right, but the physical pain is terrible.

It came out of nowhere…looking back, there were some warning signs the past couple of days, but I ignored them. Not smart.

Allergies also acting up, but this is a given.

Tis the nature of life.