Gardening transcends typical daily activities by transforming routine tasks into moments of deep mindfulness. When you immerse yourself in the …
Explore the Spiritual & Psychological Benefits of Gardening — Wake Up World
Explore the Spiritual & Psychological Benefits of Gardening — Wake Up World
What is writ in your article May be true for some,
but it is not true for my sorry self. No garden for me, no mind.
Yes, I feel sory,
I fail,
but there is little fear in me at this point,
fuck the fallen world,
fuck even veiny Zarathustra,
my incompetent Holy Guardian Angel.
All my stinking life I’ve been “raping” my mind with various & numerous exercises and shit yoga and bullshit pranayama, attempts at autosuggestion, trying to attain to at least a semblance of peace of mind, the power of concentration & all the other luxuries so often mentioned in the so-called spiritual literature.
No astral, but plenty of Hyle, hilarious.
The picture in my MIND is vibrating and faltering all the time, what exercises are there to fix this?
I haven’t got a garden – why plant anything in a faded and fading society that is fast coming to a dubious term of its horrific being?
Even so, Nature herself bores me to death.
It is empty, it hurts me, people bore me, they are ugly beyond the mirror to crack.
I am slowly reaching a point of empowerment, no body will hold me here anymore, not my words, not my deeds.
I have done more than enough for this ungrateful society.
My mind is JASENOVAC.
MY MIND IS LOGOR JASENOVAC!
THE CONCENTRATION CAMP IN NDH, C.R.O.A.T.I.A.
WHERE WE ,SERBIAN FOLKS, WERE BUTCHERED AS IF WE WERE CATTLE – A MILLION STRONG, IT WAS THE ONLY LAGER FOR C.H.I.L.D.R.E.N. IN THE 2ND WW.
It is your mind that is a garden.
Not mine.
These attempts at “positive thinking” are an insult, they are wishful thinking, you have no true power to suggest anything, no ability to reach me, even if I am responding to this – and one can thus say that you have, after all, managed to reach me. For a second, yes. And I thank you for it.
But I long to say goodbye.
! HEIL HITLER !
Meine Hyperboreaner, mir gefallen deine Worte sehr.
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From another WN Intellectual (English is his 5th language so excuse the grammar):
Lindbergh, like Revelo P. Oliver and any white nationalist intellectual existed in an environment in which certain basic values, concepts and assumptions were taken for granted. They took those ideas to be self-evident and started their arguments at a certain plateau. We, without drawing too many comparisons, are forced to start basically from scratch, we have to elucidate concepts and ideas that any functional European would have internalized as being the natural way of things. The idiotic notion of cultural relativism or racial identity, the imbecilic notion some nigger is equal to a European etc. all need to be refuted. It shows how western countries have been culturally and intellectually hollowed out.
“Mit meinen Falkenkopf hacke ich nach den Augen Jesu wie er da an dem Kreuz hängt
Ich schlange meine Flügel in das Gesicht Mohammeds und blende ihn
Mit meinen Klauen reiße ich das Fleisch des Inders und des Buddhisten, Mongolen und Din heraus.
Bahlasti! Ompehda!
Ich spucke aus eure jämerlichen Credos. Lass die unbefleckte Maria auf dem Rad zerrissen werden: ihretwillen sollen die keuschen Frauen unter euch völler verachtet sein. Ebenso wegen der Schönheit und der Liebe.
Ebenso verachtet alle Feiglinge; professionelle Soldaten, die nicht kämpfen, sondern spielen: verachtet alle Narren!
Aber die Ehrhabenen und die Stolzen, die Königlichen und die Ehrhobenen, ihr seid Brüder!
Als Brüder kämpft!”
Liber AL III: 51-59
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