Theosophy

The Hawk arrived tired and pumped The swift courier of Apollo Black Crane is here, royality of the Underworld Puil of death and war "Oh! Phoebus, Divine Thought, The Swan has lost his way and the golden acicula wild board Freyr" My Soul is black, where are you? Red is your color likely as the Reds Rider Gulin-Bursti, Swan-Wolf-Delphin Where are your Masters? You left for Hyperborea and never came back Only black clouds appear from the mountains Three months, three years, three decades I searched for you in the mountains, in the seas, in the clouds I found only one broken Lyre and a rusty Sword looking like Gold Your Golden Charion is full of spiders A Black Swan full of sorrow, weeping Where are your Riders? Two blinks only. It's my eyes, ready to cry again for You, for Me

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The period of poppy is here Time to sleep and ice The Cock will linger to wake up There will be no spring Neither the Heroes of the Underworld will awake The last battle still hungs up Demeter, you who accepted the Dead You've lost your daughter Persephone She now dwells in Hades, on earth, on light Immortal human soul, Persephone our recur endlessly in the Kingdom of the Shadows History of the soul, Cathode-Misfortune-Ascension Triplicity, Demeter-Persephone-Hecate The circular kind of the universe You sat down on this stone cause Thats how was meant to be, to be gone Her Ascension, Her return to You The awakening of the Cock will be late One third away from your home Daughter Breath of the Dead, Princess of Hades With you I dance the Dance of the Dead Judgement, Catharsis takes time Togheter as one, one from the beginning (my Soul) Our trip to Darkness and then The Return

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Something is commemorating us Outside, the clouds, the wind, the forest and trees- Something is roaring to us. Inside, Cernunnos, the Minoan Bull. The singsong travels alone in our desolate existance. Only few of us can hear it, full of affliction. We are driven by this mourn, unheard by the commonality. Someone is calling, Diana. Our farewell was and is cyclopean. We wish our future is become as the past. Cause the sea is screaming in silence. Like great Lugh through dark clouds. There is no more singing of the trees. No dances in the grass, no sleeping in peace. But warrior souls are looking inside us. Whispering the secrets of Gods and magic. How can I feel your enchantment? To see you my Green Man? Something lives in your body Great Gaia. In bones, dust and ruins of History. We have lost Magia Naturalis, the contact is Dead We have lost Magia Naturalis, our spirits are deaf, dead

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Soul: Inside my lust,find plebbes, which is my steps beside and on full moon where shining. Persephone: By the dark link, i did see number two. From very to pale of wine, awoke dream. (note: inner answer) Soul: I the dead, can love and dance inside my memories. Those of the past and of dreams, dead wishes. Persephone: Togheter are what you carry in your life. Blue without light, in the night, blessed smile. (note: inner answer)

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Cognition is now free Prometheus is here, fire on me The goat offers the Apple I took it from His mouth, now fire on me I feel feirie, alive, bellicose Lava was mentioned to be stolen The crosses was meant to be burned It is Universal Law, the Stars are more shining by observing blood I share the same Flame with Gods Coming from the same Immaterial After the End we will gather, in the Hyperborea, beyond the vail Coadunated, one force of fire, in the Thule Many Faces, Symbols, but one Truth Eternally I let fire wash over me I swim inside the Lava of Hephaestus like a child In the lake of the first value, beside the volcano of derivation Walking in the solfatara I inhale the fume of return Now astraddle to the goat I observe Prometheus in the air Spreading Fire on Me

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Medusa, incipit of arbitrary force Sperm of convulsion, of fears and vortex Great Mother of catastrophe and ingurgitation You Tellus Mator Medus, Spider, weaver of destiny Setting traps and binding Reaching after with your nails like Harpies You Dark Moon (invisible view) Great Dragon Medea who kills her children Kali, Kala, Time and Black Virgins With your protuberant tongues Death, Durga, Circe, Hecate A Black Tir-Nall' Og of Brigit And the Black Virgins Revenge, sweet revenge is your voice Sweet terror is your threat Black apprehensive dove With news that Perseus himself has repent Now he calls and wakes Her The Black Cock and Sun The snakes belt and choke The subhumans of corruption Medusa, degust-drunk Medusa, crawl-fly Medusa, embrace-split Medusa, kill-give birth again.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Authentic Europen Culture Searching the Blood Path The Return of Primitive Origin of Thule, open the way to Ruler Order In the Folk world White ones turned into "barbarians" Making through catastroph and war War creating virtur Giving each what deserve Rune of Dragon Bring forth the 9th Delecator For us to light of his side Crooked cross, may our spiritual unreel be auspicious Return to Nature, to natural system of values Revise of all values Ontology, Tradition, Cleanbirth, Genetic Hygiene Racial Self - Preservation, Theocentricity The White interlocutor of Gods and not a slave.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025