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10 May 2014Torsten Föllingers genial singing lessons extended article
Torsten Föllinger's genial singing lessons...
Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )
The teacher- who do not sell his only soul
Is -like the smallest child –
Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.
The teacher -
Who sells his only soul…
His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.
Cause – what violence – may create -
Blows away – like dust in the wind-
by the break of day.
***
Torsten Föllinger- is by some known, as the star of the stars. Star in this case means ‘ Zarah Leander-Ernst Hugo Järegård, Erland Josephson, Liv Ullman, Birgit Nilsson’ etc.
He was himself a figure which liked more to perform among common people, lowering his wing of humility, in a harsh geniality, which jumped forward, exclaiming truths of joy to laugh about. But not in any mean matter, like Ingmar Bergman, who, was his arch enemy, mostly because Bergman wanted his actors like Liv Ullman, Erland Josephsson and Torstens ‘best friend’ Allan Edwall, to act dirty things in front of the camera…”He liked such things…” as Torsten driely exclaimed, and, put another piece of cake into his mouth. Zarah Leander loved orgies and, one amusing story is about how her husband Vidar one evening called Torsten and complained “ We have patriates here again”. Torsten promised to come, cause, as Vidar stated; he knew Torsten was the only one Zarah respected (or one of the few) and, if she knew he would come, she would turn the bunch of lovers out…
Torsten unhatched the connection to the telephone and next day travelled in his car with his bulldog ‘Smulan’ out to the mannor country house, were Zarah ‘was living’. It turned out that Zarahs daschshund happened to arrive from the neighbour at about the same moment and, she stood on the porch, with a brush in her hand, she complained that the dog had been chasing after the neighbour’s , ‘in this way, now, you have gotten yours’, and he has had his…’, it was during the time of mating dance.
As she lifted the brush to hit it. Torsten said
“ You aren´t going to hit the dog are you? Slap me instead… Surely it is really me you are mad at”.
“ Go away!”…
”Do you want me to leave? I have travelled far just to see you” There was a pause - of heartbeat - false and true.
“Come on, you devil…”. Zarah gestured towards the front door.
It is said Zarah Leander boosted Herman Göring under the table, if that was when, he lived in Liljeholmen, at Liljeholmsvägen 8A, by the harbor of Mälaren, or in Germany when she performed for the stab of the Nazis is unsure.
“ This … old, old legend … this …”. Torsten was once introduced for the resignation class in the Dramatic Institute (DI). “ Yes, I am old as the grave, and Allan here is three years younger than me” in a gesture torwards Allan Edwall.
Torstens teaching had the following elements; ´if the performer feels pleasure the audience also will´. In this sense teaching the essence of intercause.
“Success or fiasco, but not be a good boy”
This was the whole of his genial teaching in its’ essence.
He received all kinds of peoples, not only stars. One of them who came to Torsten, at an early age, was Ted Gärdestad. The days before his claimed suicide, he visited Torsten, asking for assistance. The still quite young star, had become part of the bagwa sect ( in Arabic – this would implement something like an illegal fighter; and in Pali a master of his own). All members of the sect were forced to carry the leaders picture around their necks. Ted had become a victim of his own success and through the intense pleasure of many girlfriends, meditative drugs and material richess, fallen into the trap of machokism. (That is, to cause himself harm, pain, and unreasonably strict hygiene to push his genius onwards into further creativity for which his audience craved).
Torsten – besides his masterwork, also extracted in the social field, as a personal guard of releast criminals, where his rolemodel was his mothers’.
When young, he experienced his mothers’ strength, in being fearless of bulls. The bull – backed of and snorted, but Ingeborg didn´t care but kept on walking through the fenced yard. The bull – backed of and snorted, but her psycic strength were such, the animal didn´t attack. In such a way, Torsten treated criminals, with lessons of singing. One of them used to escape from prison in the following way; he went on lease around the prison and further on. When out of sight he began to run. His guards chasing him. When he had tired them, he asked to be releast (of his handcuffs?). They had to walk back alone.
One night Torsten went across Norra Bantorget in central Stockholm. As he was about to cross, he saw a heavy built character, approaching towards him, the opposite way “be prepared…”, Torsten murmured to himself ‘surely it is a stiletto’.
“I need money”. A voice from a dark shadow in the darkness of night. “Isn´t that your problem?...”. “Do you see what I have in my hand?..”. “Really! Look…! – Isn´t that a – such – a – st - sti – sti – sti – sti…letto!”. Torsten said in a very silly voice ‘senil – old – idiot – panthomin’ “Damn old bastard…”, the shadow exclaimed and went away.
“You see he couldn´t attack a defenseless…”
His mother when he still was a youth – sitting under a kitchen table, cutting cows and sheep from newspaper as siluetts in his own design. There was announced; the most life dangerous intern in Östersund (Norrland/Jämtland) had escaped from the prison. He was a life danger! It was claimed.
His mother – sailed out in to the stair well and exclaimed in the darkness penetratingly “Is someone there?”. “Yes”, came an answer – it was – the life dangerous murderer,
“I do not permit you to be running like this out in the night. Harken! You enter, and we will have a cup of tea and a chat”
Soon – the life dangerous intern became, like a baby in the lap of his mother…”Shouldn´t we call the police, so they can shelter you, it´s a cold night”. ‘My mother was very firm you see; but, she never betrayed anyone.’
Torsten always practiced theatre in real life. As he was coming out of Dramaten in Stockholm – whose artistic leader he were for several years, one autumn evening – he was attacked by criminals, wanting to penetrate the building –
“We hit you down, old bastard!”
But – Torsten – wouldn´t permit them to get inside. He – had practiced some falling situations – already in Calle Flygares Theaterschool. As they hit him – he fell without hurting himself, by this surprising the burglery – robbers – who, must have thougth he had past out. Unluckely – this didn´t work with the “healthcare” – who gave him a shot – ‘swine – flou – vaccination’ – without his outright consent – and – he developed a weakness which made the skincancer spread more rapidly.
He should have become 88 in 11th march 2010 – but – the 6th – he saw a very good friend - and, read some poems. In the night – he past on – to heaven hopefully…
He spoke much about Ottar, his best friend in his youth – who – had died out of tuberculosis,
He often – felt his presence, and longed to die – so he could meet him again in person…
As young a gang of boys approached him violently
“To see a gay motherfucker like you!”.
“Think of me…I have to look myself in the mirror everyday…”.
The leader of the gang – said something so stupid – Torsten never remembered the thing. This made the whole gang laugh -
“Since that day he was one of my best friends…”
Torstens’ sadness about his leaning towards homofili, sometimes impressed in him such a depressed state – he wanted to jump out of his own window. But – the thought of his pupils climbing the five flights – to his attic appartment with view over the woods of Nacka, on Ringvägen 163 – always cheered him up.
He spoke very pleasantly about so called idiots, which lacked the refinery of expression.
He was a supporter of theirs’, almost everyone loved him, and he never preached homosexuality to anyone, as far as I know. But – always warned against perversion of intrinsic nature. He had tried it with woman – but he wanted a man – not only to have sex with, this he could do in two minutes in the toilet (en la toilette), but – to speak with – to enfold – to love…really love... may Allah grant him forgiveness of his sins, in this world – and grant him Paradise –
Aamin…
Torstens observation as Jussi Björling - was about to take a high tune, he snored( the opposite of harkling ) Margaretha Krook personally one of the shyest persons - used to run around in the corridors of Dramaten, in a faint panic, hours before the show , but on stage she was perfectly calm...
The insight was ,as she, hired Torsten to participate in one of her repetitions (Torsten recieved the price of one lesson), that others’ critizism, and interferance, in the spontainious flow, strains the voice.
'let Margaretha herself decide'
and the voice sprang free of bonds.
Tommy Körberg, squeezed the muscles of his buttocks in high notes, similar to holding a fart, this elevates your own mind, and the minds of beloved.
As you take the high tune, you look down, as shy in bas notes, you look up, as repenting, asking forgiveness of Allah in the sky...
each note word, is formulated by the stomache muscles -- the more intense the piece, the harder the muscles, has to formulate... smiling in spontainious pleasure, makes notes, and text, flow more easily.
Putting ones tongue, folded up, into ones tonsils, and humming, will spontainiously, activate vibration from stomache muscles, as a beutiful pillar of high clear air through the body (according to Negro met outside Folklore Center, Izzy Young)
movement with the arm, in forms of 'Sieg Heil' will help the high tunes, as they flow away as an eagle, opening the mouth widely in a smile, rolling ones eye balls in extacy.
lying on the floor imitating ducks sqeeking not filling the chest with air, but the stomache, as critics come just stand listening as they extend their excessive talk, you might come to think of something amusing 'vendetta, turn this and you might find a friend...'
***Red Handed Ferlin
'Raina' screams Nils Ferlin in disgusting irony
a kabaree, of theathre,
he prays 'God May',
but 'may' is malplace,
brings atonal note, into the art cafee
smiles heartlessly follows with gaze the adorable beauty
'God how beautiful you are!'
gasping worshipping his lusts
panthomin of poetical life writing his own mythology
to rise, strife...Your.
I hate your cunningnessIt feels like every gift you giveHas hidden purposes, only for you to winAs you present perspectives of good fortuneA future free of troublesThe thankful, open upReveal and give much in returnAfterwards you try to buy his soulHis freedom of toungeAnd push him towards hellfireBurn!Who says his word never breaks,But takes back all given promisesAnd keep on depressing acquaintancesWith hopes taken backIf over-sensitive earsPerceive a revealing attackRely upon persons no moreWhom with golden promises makes people workJuri Lina and beautyBonus material in Juri Linas latest film, banned from Swedish Cinemas, was named The Recognision, produced for Estonian Rix Television, in 1992, after the restoration of national independance.If we do not recognize and fight the evil before it freezes permanentl, we will have to recognize each other without possibility to openly speak... and cry inside in a tragedythe special recognision between the eyes of two aartists, becomes the insight, that once they were kings, now forced to put weapons aside, and fight side by side, for even the permission to speak...love, at first sight, but the fear of betrayal a trespass into the invisible pulp, between the recognizers, and confuses the salutation with the possibility of accusations of madness etc.If a people is not strong enought to fight the evil in its cradle, soon fewer and fewer will recognize each other.It is like Juri Linas audience, were an Island in a sea of burning lava.William S. Burroughs doesnt give time to cry over this fact because, the work needs to be done... etc.beginningSchoupenhaurs wishing without wanting, is the key to existence.Actions are judged according to their intentions...' it is said in the SunnahJuri Lina has made an artform out of information flowwhich enables the poet of today to reconnect with the mechanistic society, and trespass the true myth, that a poet cannot participate in modern high tech...He can when he services the purpose of spreading important information, through 'internet' copyright, is in Juri Linas eyes, a question of security, we are encouraraged to only share his art with close friends, and not bump the maniac drum, in a large display of his genial pieces...It might threath us, at the spot, in longer term, Mossad would find too big interest in the author, which could threath also his life.Of course, he needs the money for the product, to survive. Juri Lina, is a restorer of history, such things which brainswash imposed upon us, as disgusting and evil, Juri Lina restores through careful presenting information. Films like Kraftmätningen, Lightbringers, In the shadow of Hermes, The unsatisfiable Ouroubours, a more tense horrifying atmosphere, is created, in figuration with classical pieces from Schostakovitj, Bach, Mozart, Toivo Kurmet, Gian Piero Reverberi, at the same time, we look out the window 'this is real!...'in the east, in the south, Germany, in the west america, 'it is real'...and we realize how vain and futile, our dreams were of poetry, because in this reality, we decide ourselves to restist the masonic oppresson and suddenly we have access to what opinion today call 'reality', which is 'viritual'...Beauty, in Juri Linas world, stems from love of goodness, but the profound thought that beauty simply comes from Allah as a blessing, for following His guidance, has not yet dawned on his horizon.. Everything does not need to be constructed to fit the point. 'Lawless winged and unconfined and breaks all chains from every mind... deceit to secrecy confined lawful cautious and refined, to everything but interest blind, and forges fetters for the mind...'We do not get beautiful by contempting fat women, we do not get inspiration, by exclusively choosing intelligent people as our companions.,. all calculations are devoid of meaning, to die as martyrs our only choice....The work needs to be done, crying wailing will not awake the oppressors hearts, in most cases...what is needed is resitance, but we do not take the real part in the tragedy, if we refuse to cry...Burroughs only loosenes the words so that our true thinking is spitted out, regardless of the consequenses.Juri Linas restoration of reality about Franscisco Franco, Adolf Hitler, and Mussolini, is breath taking, and, we realize, that the lie about Franco, is hindering us from understanding, the consequences which he tried to end, in spite he wasn't allowed to send Spanish troops to help Hungary in 1953, against the communistic oppressors, because Eisenhower threatened with war if he did.U.S. had always helped Sovjet Union and financed the October 1917So we recognize each other, despite of the lies, and this love cracks the shell from inside.Schoupenhauers realization, that energy never perishes, but transforms, if we refuse to take the risk of being jailed for 'Sieg Heil' moving our right arm, energy transforms hopefully, into a struggle of revieling the true facts which constructed 'a Hell in Heaven despite'if we fear something more than Allah, and thereby disregard Gods command, we will have to face it sooner or later, it is the choices we do not make which leads ur finally to face the One we Love...the coward's disregard for Allah's command, has finally led us to be surrounded by evil, we recognize each others secret leanings, in the cunningly beautiful rays of evening...Toivo Kurmet, himself, the subject of Juri Linas latest film, became a victim of conspiration. Imprisoned in Estonia, for one year, the probably cause, of his cancer, was in the substances his food secretly contained.Estonian conspirators killer their national hero, in the modern way; through poisounous substances, 'the world snake', 'brood of vipers'.Besides this Juri Linas book, Architects of deception, contains stunning facts, about Adolf Hitlers connections into freemasonic financial supporters, and what kinds of vitamins and minerals he would have needed instead of Theodor Morrel's (may Allah protect us from the remembrerance of his name), Belladonna, with one word, Juri Lina is a world genius, a classic, which will be read with ever renewed interest generation after generation as long as his production exists.Shellfish, have a tasty containment, and beautiful shell - we cannot recognize, a pure soul, if we have presupposed judgements about foreigners.The recognition is beyond characteristics of nations and classes.Nationalism, is important, the aspect we first guard, what is closest to us, family, friends, neighbours, citites, even a nation is usually too big to fathom defending, but the usage of homogenous language, marks the border.If we move to a country, we have to will become a part of that nation, and speak its language.Thus not simply to fill our pockets with its money, increasing its national dept, and then go!This is robbery as stated in the Quraan (sura 83)...One serious flaw in Juri Linas world view is his contempt for monotheism.If Allah is Reality then the “theory” or “teaching” has to be disregarded if He wills.But Islams unique aspect is the protection of Allah there fore named “religion”.If a law is formed somewhere, it is a tiny fact compared to Allah’s law, but still a fact, a part of our reality. But an evil such, we cannot follow such an perverted movement, rather die as martyrs .If on the other hand reality is looked upon as facts every thing is destroyed and inner peace unachievable Allah is Fact Al Haqq, morality therefore, is a structure to move inside - without which we are homeless.Allah being the source of inspiration, therefore morality is not Reality but an aspect of our creation.This attitude leads to reliance upon the audience, instead of Allah so-called collective writing its evil form communism. In modern times anti- monotheistic writers torture themselves behinds computer screens to convince and stupefies and grows crazy the sickness William S. Burroughs mentions in junkie to live through hardships perversions, etc. – to be able to write about it, is deplored by Juri Lina Andrej Tarkovskij and Toivo Kurmet.A person calling himself “poet” takes rights of immorality, for the sake of writing, suddenly relying upon the “audience” and not in Allah.But still this Novus Ordo Seclorum art might have at least some good results if published. But the skizophrenic aspect relying upon a publisher in disregard of Allah spoils most of it. Computers are electronic instruments termed as “haram” because if you hit the wrong tune you will behave well like a machine to achieve the calculated result.“play well” in social life is hypocrisy –Therefore the fingers being forced to hit “the right” notes become a mental disease.Your voice is affected by your sins, your vocal cords stretches in false tunes when bad conscience, arises, it will make you afraid to be revealed, to sing.Instruments are expensive imitators of voice, makes you afraid to crack them at the same time revealed as the absence of zikhr makes you uncontrollable. Never pay a life guard (never accept the price of a dog) there is nothing victorious in being famous, achievable and welcomed only when some good change can be achieved by the mass copy. Worst is being famous for something evil presented as “good”.Rather infamous without valid cause.To claim to have gained superiorial knowledge is sought of to attach oneself to the karma law when at the same time as we take heed to the karma law we have to realize that all is Allah’s creation.As we miss the aeroplane we should say praise to Allah. Money is unique for humans and what makes us free to choose. If we come into conflict at one place we can move to another without having to acquaint anyone. If we solely believe karma to be the highest reality we would either think ourselves better than the other passengers or blame ourselves for past sins. Qaburat Qalimatan (suura 18, ayat 5) is “I am better” because Allah has never taken a son, nor is He created - our witnessing about ourselves - becomes our fall from Allah’s will - into karma – Allah will test us, any one of us, if He wills – with the same situations as the ones we claim to have the better of – if we are born in a rich family, He might put us into a poor one “next life” and thereby test us to conditions that we were aware of. Islam is justice and the one confessing his faith in it with his heart becomes puure.His environment had made him other than muslim, so the blame falls upon the deceivers. Now, finally it was understood, and by this Islam is the ultimate reality, our Fitra.One thing we have to take care not to fall into as reading Juri Lina is polytheistic fascism. To regard oneself as a name of the law might be true, but Antichrist also misuses the karma law to convince his subjects of his right to inflict harm upon them. Playing God, he gives us memories of bad days to convince us of his superiority.Christ saying in Thomas’ gospel “From the light of the world” as regards to the question where we all come from, implements that skin color, social class, outer conditions doesn’t matter as long as the meeting of souls, persons, humans releases the light of love.We might be better in Allah’s ice, but only Allah is allowed to state this fact ‘cause he knows what everyone does all the time.William S. Burroughs’ work seems to bring forth good out of evil. By the aptness to confess your sins which makes you strive to create good and when people have received the good work, you confess your faults in hope to become accepted anyway - and then you hide your good actions - which looks <sign> - the opposite of the Shytanic symbol I know yet of none in modern times who could do such heinous actions and yet avoid to be stoned.I feel like Moses in front of Khidr standing with the law of the last prophet before doomsday the Sharia of prophet Muhammad (upon him, Allah’s godful peace) and yet be unable to judge this man. The common public of course are allowed to judge according to Sharia - I can not - but I would advise them carefulness.It looks like William S. Burroughs is on some kind of a mission to prove the consequences of if we knew what today’s world leaders are doing in their freemasonic lodges.And also prove that lovesickness is less severe than craving for money.This means that our brainwashed society where people sell their souls for a mobile telephone, symbolically speaking, letting themselves be controlled by psychopaths are less easily forgiven than S. Burroughs.At least his life was his own and ignorance is in Buddhism the biggest sin.(Muurderer, frei mauren Berl - inn)At the very same time William Blake makes a profound statement - or rather - the Devil in his proverb’s of Hell (William Blake, and author which everyone at one point have to read). William S. Burroughs created a heaven of what he stole from the abyss, which means his way of sins released blocks of imagination hidden from the sight of morally rigid characters.His aim was his authorship. What would he have done without a publisher? Whom would have listened; “Today I have molested a child”? Cracked skull quite soon I am sure.This was and is a serious flaw in his enlightenment, but really to me he seems like a Walli Allah similar to the two angels Harud and Marud whom were sent to test people by teaching them magic. They never taught anyone without first mentioning “This is only a test, so do not become disbelievers by putting your faith in it”.Post ScriptumA child should be brought up by the hand. A harsh upbringing is the best ‘cause perverse sex is stemming from denial of Allah’s wrath and thus sentimental objections to God’s punishment one becomes like caught in a piece of plutonium.The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction - William Blake.The one entering into reading Burroughs, may Allah protect us from his sins, should ponder upon this line:“Since the computer has X and not the indestructible as creator we get xexped.”Eve Riimus...
Eve Riimus oppressors of unluck…Eve Riimus, is a talented woman - with a talented style, but unfortunately, insightless in the demand such a talent has to be nourished… to flower everyday, in the temporal world…She, has the gift of second sight - seeing unborn forms which she unnecessary thinks it is proper to put into a motive, to find meaning…the Swedish atheistic unlucky name-system; ‘ate’ the goddess of unluck, is oppressing her talent in the way of fear spreading - owing to the thought control police, which demms such talent as ‘crazy’…. as to not spend days in a mental asylum, many aartists give in, to the social pressure, and , adapt their life style.in Eves case, mostly to her sambo, who isn’t much of a believer, except the spiritual teaching Eve has induced in him, over their 22 years or so together…the evil of a soul, attracts light - like a black hole, and in return to usurpt light - the witch offers a pleasant life, in sinful luxury…Eve - is a specialist in portrait making - owing much to her psychic gift - which makes her see pink clouds, even in the most breathtaking thunderstorm…her art is gushing of beautiful shapes - disguised symbols of love - and breathtaking sublimity although, simply a few works are worth collecting… but these works anyhow, show the potentiality of what could develop into a real genius…sometimes - looking at her pictures - is a chance of risk; the forms - sometimes almost sips from the canvas - into the aura of the beholder - and begins a conversation with him…certain form - seems to connect the mind of the beholder - with parallel dimensions - like it was a telephone junction…among other things - she educated herself as Ph. D. in psychology, and philosophy… - with the intention - of helping others out of the claws of torturous insane, ‘doctors’ in ‘psychiatry’ or whatever.. this secret - she never speaks - but, we divine, that this was a tactical move - aiming besides others to protect her own freedom of expression …. if you claim - your painting to be full of symbols - instead of revelation of parallel nature - you could be excused…some people , have become paranoid - with the word ‘revelation’ and bluntly wonders, ‘isn’t Profet Muhammad the last Prophet?..’ yes - but - revelation is (blessing of peace over Nabi Muammad and his companions..), not only in Prophetical form...Eve Riimus days - are spent mostly doing the housework; cooking food, of splendid taste, contemplating, praying, and other useful tasks for her loves ones…at a time - she was even working with designing symbols for Jas -Gripen fighter in the Mind Control Project, ‘human machine interaction’,but because of her sensitiveness, of intellect, she soon understood the unmorality, in testing pilots subjected to strong G-forces, and, existing in an environment, stung thorough by electromagnetic waves, which caused most associates to die out of cancer, sooner or later…at times - she’s been working - as an analyst, and most of her clients came because they ‘liked’ her photo in the advertisement…her analysis, was mostly an emotional support, and understanding which many might think to be stupidity, neglecting, unluckily, the keen intelligence of sharp distinction, which , Eve possesses much of, but often doesn’t use…her upbringing in occupied Estonia - has unfortunately molded her to mass instead of quality, which has disturbed her sensitive talent and made her cling to material, in a post traumatic stress, which sometimes comes as a panic of death… to have many proofs of a certain talent - instead of a few of genial haikus, is the only possible way of survival, in a communistic perestrojka… that is, even to be a little artful, is a risk, cause the loose grip is a trap…but from Riimus few, I would say genial ‘haikus’, are worth to be seen by a greater audience, I think even though the great figure Torsten Föllinger, when exposed to her work, ‘Gate of Hell’, exclaimed, ‘she’s a genius in painting this.. do you really mean!...’ he pointed towards her way of drawing the lines…a few years ago - Eve wished, to receive the debt her younger brother had been owing her - since she helped him to move to Sweden in the 1990 ties, back.he refused, and the court, even though Eve had his signature and date of lending out the many sums, on a handwritten contract - turned her down - and she, plus losing the debt of 220 000 sw had to pay the fee of the lawyers at 600 000 about it - this made a large economical sudden crash in her life - and besides that the confidence in her sambo were at question- cause he did a lousy statement in the witnesses’ chair.strangely enough - her almost two million Swedish kronor in apartment ownership - were soon after this incident, written over on her sambos’ name…so - Eve , is now even more forced to rely, upon relations with people , she’s too smart for…For the English readersGod is deadHe lives through usHe has never diedwe live because we have died…lam yallid wa lam yullad… sura 112 ayat 3… Mathnawi, Jalal ud Din Ruumi, Prophet asking Zayd ‘how are you today’answering ‘today I am a true believer’ death is the pangs and pains of birth… -Nietzsche Thus spake Zarathustra…***It is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and loveyouwhat we pronounceeither makes us evilor we fly with heavens wingsthe thoughts you saidyour thoughts now in your headis your living life todayit is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and love you***In the beginning was zikhr Allah... cause zikhr Allah, is The Act…***the call for prayer, fizzles out without meaning…a forced convention,makes the mind stray…when, even the name of God is too much to say…from now on let me follow my way…***All love stems from Allah… this is how love can have rules… if the notion would be the opposite… someone would say that Allah is the first born, wish to enslave the rest of creation…the very essence of love is such that you need no proof… therefore, never take a photo of someone you love, but solely for the reason of documenting crimes…***Best to say'I'm skizophrenic' before - there comes a day - when the debt of normalityyou'll have to pay...there are few things - so ugly and foulas the cluthching at normality - which there takes some time to seemost unnormal people - dreams about becoming stars…be unnormal - before the annoouncement of the Heavenly callwhen the "normal" actors - the idiots will have to pay - for polyhtheistic pretence…to be put into Hell - on the judgement day...***‘The poet Izzy Young ’’Eternity in an hour”’Izzy Young – is very brave-Izzy Young – is afraid - (to lose power)Izzy Young is afraid –Of the power in a flower!Of the powerOf an eternal hour!Izzy Young - is afraidof the Highest in his heart.He’s no coward-But - when he sees a meek and mild flower-He’s lost-He can’t fetch it – with his intellectual power!***Mahanaash... - your magical love - surrounds me...- if Allah above - denounces my love for thee...- there is nothing to be done...- but - if he wishes me - to marry thee...- what a great opportunity - to fall in love.... - soon - snow - might be falling down - on the cold earth... - as - I walk the ground - I see me livning together -. with a woman that loves me so much - money - means simply one of the abilities to keep in touch... -. but - if a woman loves me very much - she lets the love - plant the seed...- of marriage - she wishes - to go to Heaven - togehter with me... - if I could make you see - that money is one of the abilities...- but - there are more... - until - I get som other offer...- I creep down... to sleep on my friends floor...- I don't want to make any woman - to some kind of whore... - so please - understand that I'm poor... - let your feelings guide thee - towards something that could be much more...- when - women - talk about money - when - they crave for it... - I get sore... - I - simply - wish to unite - with your inner core...-***Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )The teacher- who do not sell his only soulIs -like the smallest child –Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.The teacher -Who sells his only soul…His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.Cause – what violence – may create -Blows away – like dust in the wind-by the break of day.***During daytime - I see her small moves, her eye glances- yet no proof…in the night she comes to me, in my dreams… kisses me… I feel the touch of her soul… she undresses herself to me… senseless I become, energy is overflowing inside me… one more less… suddenly my hand is there again… it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest… this is not a disease, it’s actually one of the best signs of health…. lover- come and fill me again… if - I refuse her love - I will be mentally disturbed… murderous idiots-how long - will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point toward a spot ‘heaven above’… is it out of jealousy? that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free?... you think - that real love-is something to be bought… real love - is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought….***Salafi’s dead gaze, doesn’t give much space, racing into a meaningless war, looks down upon the poor,wants a woman like a whore, lacks, love’s sweet core… despises, imaginative lore, always looking, for a reason and suspecting faithless treason.,looking peculiar, like they knew something, saying ‘it’s haraam’ when I sing…salafi here donetes the murderous sect, founded by Abdul Wahab and the English spy Heifer... not, early ancestors...***all love emits originally from Allah... this is how love can have rules…if the condition would be the opposite, and we say, Allah was created out of love, someone would say, tyhat Allah is the First Born, who wishes to enslave the rest of creatiuon by locking them into a fleshy dress...***During daytime, I see her small moves, her eye glances yet no proof, in the night she comes to me in my dreams kisses me I feel the touch of her soul, senseless I become… she undresses herself to me… energy is overflowing inside, me, one more less, suddenly my hand is there again it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest, this is not a disease it is actually one of the best signs of health… lover come and fill me again, if I refuse her love I will become mentally insane… murderous idiots how long will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point towards a spot ‘heaven above’is it out of jealousy that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free… you think real love is something to be bought real love is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought---***Izzy Young, jovial - when people pretend to know youcause - at the point - could manipulating their minds...your name, as dangerous as cobra eyes...when it holds youblack - sionist - magic - makes you blind...don't deal in liesin a perverse supposition - that everyone wants to use your fame,to avoid being blamedthe one - lacking in shamebecomes a psychopathow could you - as unmercyful to othersbe saved from Allahs wrath?Meeting with Kjell Lundqvist (European Labour Party)The European Labour Party, has the insight, that money is simply not only produced by work - but, as an investment, an expected accumulation...By actual fact, this is to disavow, the fact, that everything living, as long as it produces something useful, which is - not destructive, in a broad perspective actually could generate money...'Money’, is symbol value, a proxy, so called 'fiat currency' an agreed upon fungible proxy... - (fungible; is connected with analogy, two separate physical entities, gets the same symbol value...),A false bill, would in this case - not mean - that it is not looking like the others... but, that, it is not agreed upon, by the users, that the false producer, makes fiat currency out of his belongings.So when false bills, without cover-validity, appears on the market - I buy a thing with it and at the same time gets in debt, though unknowingly...The companies - produce a lot of products, payed by money which are simply made up, taken from empty space...This is called 'inflation..' and the society, such built, send out money as aid, which criminals seize, and forms oppressive power, in foreign countries... Then the debt of that state, grows, until, it becomes clear, that the consequence of this is that practically all politicians of that state - are controlled by IMF, or any other bank, which, by the sin of that loan, with riba (interest) on it, practically own a whole country, like Cyprus or Greece...Here we see the most important thing, in surveiling the decision makers money transferences...fascism, according to Kjell Lundqvist, is when the government, puts the possibility of accumulating fiat currency, in the hands of private interests, which can generate currency, by investments, thought to generate money, in a co operation, with a private bank...'It should be - in the hands of the government to agree, in an investment which releases further currency into the open market...'fiat currency has according to Kjell, the meaning of a fungible proxy, which means interchange-ability of look-alike separate physical entities, having the same value...The second point Kjell makes - is that co-operation, is the key word of present day modern hightechnology civilization, which by the pressing of a bottom, can wipe out millions and millions of people...therefore, armed conflict, has to be avoided, by most means, and the population, bear the oppression of 'the state' which in most cases - is 'fascistic' in the sense that it represents the economical interest of private banks - and - not the population at large...besides this - Kjell makes a queer, statement,the Swedish author Juri Lina, 'is crazy' because he presents only facts behind the scenes, and, no solutions..If you have a court case, it is not enough with theories, you cannot prove.A prerequisite for solving a case, are the facts, then in intelligent minds, solutions begin to appear.As Kjell - himself states; 'you cannot teach knowledge - (as the freemasons think), because, there has to be someone to understand it...'Swedish schools - mislead their ‘pupils’, who, gets the wrong concept that they 'know ' though, insightless in the fact, that their so called 'knowledge ' is not applicable in reality...inside barschecking journals,in sionistic clothes,hightuned rasping the foot,like the blueeyed innocence of the inmateswhere a laughable contemptful toy,poisonous white pills ordained by a well paid five point boy…rolling selling torture to patient victims filled with a fountain of joysorrow and woe,civil soldiers ready to grip, never out thought to slip, from their lips soft kicks mix, money madeon a false seed of tips…***Feminism... womans worst enemy today... -Picture of a woman cop - beating a junkie furiously,like he was a dusty carpet...men - jailed on false rape charges - like rats subjected to electrical chocks - as soon as they approach the opposite gender..gays - ruling the world...***you looked so sweetly over your beautiful ebenholtz shoulder - at me - your long blond hair by the shape of your exquisite body seemed to almost fly ...how come - you went away - as I unable to move forward - came closer - too careful approach right away...your beautiful shepherds dog, as you sat on a burnt out log - like a foggy haze - surrounding the memory...as you came - twinned hair the opposite way - Friday -I didn't recognize at first - spontaneously thought; beauty of that girl...as you looked down upon me - from the level - where the modells pry... I embraced thee in my dream - healthy child - wanted me in life...careful and guarding the infertile parts - where attrachtion stirs...your lips embraced mine - in a kiss - at absolute radiance - we united - in a flower - open - as to the sun...deeply I penetrated your body - until the rise - of the morning sun...though Allahs zikr - emitted from my eyes... you willfully committed, all your sweetness, at my disposal..‘the look of love alarms, cause it is filled with fire...' William Blake soft deceit, homeless are the people who attatch their dreams to the riches of this world... in the end no where to flee, a house blown to dust particles, in the end... unlucky the one who becomes satans friend...unmarried rashters, hold hands and kiss in the park...married couples, what they do at home is their privacy...'God is love'...this aspect is more important than the indestructabilitycause, if you disregard compassion and energy, you will be subjected by His Anger...if though you disregard the rules of love, you will stray far from Heaven above...their philosophy, is madness incarnate... prohibitions of love and disobeidiencewhich makes you both hate your 'teacher' and the girl walking down the street.and makes you unenlightened as your steps turn towards mechanistic ideas…because you ate of their meat, like being heated in the fire of Hell... and at the same time being forced to display, that everything is well...it might not be Allah which they praise so highly, but, their own misconception of reality...muslimun, or by whatever name they call themselves, might think that enlightment is their patented right... obtrusively, spitting up futile laws, that builds a Hell in Heaven despite...they really think, that by simply mentioning Allahs Prophets name, fear will be induced in their enemy, from its’ perception of truth refrain...the result none way, or another insane...the only sin is to ignore, what you shouldn't deplore...relying upon your memory, and old rusty ideas, laid down by old masters, must in the end, lead to disasters...why stick to the superstitious belief, that supernatural powers endowed to those who believed will save you from what ruins others, less in 'might' than thee, when the truth, in its simplicity is available, through Bodhisattvas clear eyed to see...***Poisonous moist...'they' do the same thing, with the skies, as they do with us...when tears should be flowing silently,there comes the fear, of poisounous moist...in our minds, a deadly serious murderous voice...they want all earth to become, like one of their playthings, manipullated toys...***Abdul Wahab, satans horn...possessed beings, meet with hidden scorneverywhere they see, pointed thornforlornby thruths exctacy...they wander distracted, nowhere to be;an free masonic creed, to the one possessed like morphin addicts, almost incurable need, evil seed!burn down to the ground...wish thee, nowhere on earth ever to be found...the earth is round, not flat,your shadow stretches in the east, the sun eventually will rise...'Paradise' is forbidden for thee, because they (the followers of Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahab that is) eternalized lies...your claim to be very wize...a payed prize... under the table,how many more tries, did Allah, give you again?your attempt to destroy Islam, will prove invain...Abdul Wahab, really insane, by the evil acts in murky night, thou ran after women and pleasure, a snake crawling with two heads... at either direction east and west may thy books all be burned with their manuscripts, and us other - may rest...Abdul Wahab, a mighty devil, which possesses the reader of his text, with a horrible demanding dark voice, like being stretched out on a torture bench... only being able to see one way...the mind, possessed, from life and love strays...your own life, like a candle without oxygen fades...through the possessed blows a deathening blow, which aims at blowing away living beings, in a storm of bloody haze...Life becomes like one of those days, where heaven, is totally hidden by grey, meaningless clouds, where even the rain, refuses to pour down...a desolate diseased dead town, a burnt out lawn...Abdul Wahab, you destroy the essence of my day... like blossoms fastly fading away...makes the naiiv woman afraid....how many of them, have you forced to get laid, while pouring down your sperm, like an air raid... how many necks have you burned, simply to get paid...may you have, what you said, tied around your neck, and thrown into the sea, burried deep beneath the waves…***what makes the people of fitna, less than zero, is their agreeing with Iblis, 'I am better than he...' even though this they might not say it outloud... this is fitna, to intend bad thinking about another though not saying it outright... the evil metaphors... One, two, three and four, fiveLust was emitted black-magically from his mouthNovus ordo seclorumBeat went onIn a trance inside heads blinded by parodyOf 99 names of loveThe number of the beast and sex21 and 320 and 4555 give me moreSex really freeAs pederasteriIn 33rd degree2 beats 33Really means sex freeFor 33rd degreeNumberologyOften used as black magickLike the question Andrej TarkovskijReceived in Italy"What is the common touch point of Galileo Galilei and Einstein?"AnswerBig Berta is missing5 times 3Demonic Novus Ordo SeclorumIndestructible partBlown to piecesLike an anguished beating heartSun, they sayIs one big atom bombWhich flesh spin around41 and 14, Albert sound"They were both wrong."Means they doesn't fit togetherLike an ice storm in dry summer weatherShould we worship the atom bomb?All bow downOr the big fartBlow defiers to piecesLike a severe thunderstorm"Me too! Want to be in the 33rd degree!""Pity would be no more if all were as happy as we.""Her beauty make me high!"222s, book magickTo rape one sinfully makes oneself sickFor each man kills the thing he loves
What would I careFor anybody anymoreTheir destinyHas become their conspiracyTheir feelings bound up in their economyTheir intellectual activityTheir familyLike they crawl in the electronical communityWhich seems to bring them all to fallWhy do we all get sick, Diu?
You let machines destroy your dreamsDreams come trueThey really usually doBut if you let a machine dream for youIt will dream you into hellLet your destructiveness come to youghtI dare not speak with you in letters anymoreJust like Young and Academy (but no more since 8 January 2013) you recognized my genialityThen afraid to go where the revealing water flowtried to drop my eternal poetryAnd stamp it 'uninterestingly' on the floorBetter to never have been bornThan the torment that awaitsThe conscious denier of truthIn hell's deepest depthsPersonally, do not flatterAnd say greatness, madness officiallyGive the same version!Fulfull given promises, speak seriouslyMay Allah protect me from displaying a force which I lackAnd by this, leaving me open for attackPoem
interfere nothing in matters of faith but solely against claimed believers making people unsafe....Interfere only in case, against claimed believers making people unsafe, but in such a way, at risk your own skin threatened and the object safe,Wives, do not betray husbands to wordly things gain, tell only what Truth Commands you, support the soul of eternal love, or openly divorce the sinful murderer,avoid entering into talks of curiousityunless you end up with secrets of horror and lack of spiritualitynever talk hiding secretly your craving for money and popularitysee the truth straight in the eye, prepared to tell your opinion state your mindat risk to fall from high or die***Marry WeOne me! O you one and Three,that desire may leave mefreeGods mercy winNot shytans sinningpleasure anxiety persishinto flowers of realityopened in springtime restclosed at nightUnited in light seeds of delight***- Mitt hjærta slau
Københavns liv
ønskart stanne hier evinnerlig
en brod på den maude
tanken; att fejrnes langt herfrea
Nørrebros sjøar speglar himlens blau
tanken fjernas langt herfra
På bestæmd nivå i det sociele spiel
faller molnen friskt
øppnas møjlighet till sammanhængande gestik
Onani tyries to accost someones imagination
Mastrubation stems from love
you can only bear
as orgasm flows
healing skin that has been teared
Spring came sop soon
Cp+enhagen forenoon
White påetals springing with joy
a curse must be on the country of Stockholm
S0o lose yet another world
like travelling over Øresund at tjhis time destinies hurl
Snow in Malmø
***
As you say the Ashahada of Islam, you reognize Allah as the source of imagination of everything good in yourlife of you very existance,
this is why Allah, as you confess, remo ves your sins unto the Shytans that had decieved you previously
If all creation did the Ashhada0Lägg till en kommentar
- the sieg heil movement, relieses the positive energy of the mind with your right hand
but with the left it comes up analytical thouyght, dir from the bottom
the right hand cleans the water
William S Burroughs, should be ruled according to two stories in the quraan
Harun and Marun were sent down to babylon to teach people magic
they didn't teac h anyopne without saying, 'do not become disbelievers by putting your faith in it', it w3as onlæy a test, lik this we stand infornt of William S. Burroughs, as Musa stood infront of Kidr, according to Musas law, Kidr was to be stoned, but he couldn't judge him,. becasue he was a higher servant of Allah than Musa himslf
The watcher of pornografi, commits the severe sin of Satan, he likes to watch people commit sins, but doens't commit then himself,
he deceives and instigates sins, and enjoys them
the producers, earn money, and gets the kick to watch live
the actos gets the kick of the fuck, and money, at the same time what a dream job, if it wasn't a sin!
therefore, the watchers are the most afflicted by the sin, they pay for it; and gets the leawst pleasure out of it!
in 2003, luckliy my half a year addiction on pornografi ended, with me being cursexd by the heavens, for taking pleasure in seeing a young child being fucked,,, it wasn't my intention, I thouhgt it was a woman cause the asshole were first to be seen, later the camera zoomed out,,,
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- The prohibition to use the swastica, is the blakc magical conclusion
a sign of the victory of freemasonry over Islam and Buddhism, which at the same time symbolizes the victory over the cross as a symbol
Pornografy is so heineous, because, it is the one who pays for it, that commits the severest sin
My own unlucky experience, of watching it, can be concluded thus;
as I mistook the anus of a young child, for a womans body, the child was probably sacrificed to Jahbulon by the satans worshippers soon after the recroding, and thus came to Heaven at once.
Me, having the idiotic pleasure of watching this heineous scene, thus became cursed by the Heavns, for having please of seeing Hell rape Heaven,
similar to putting up an obelisk,
sticking heaven as with a needle
This happened in the spring of 2003, and since I converted to islam, the insight has grown, that, the sin of this is now put over on the ones that de0Lägg till en kommentar
- De allra flesta musiker - har antagit valspråket; Politik och teknik 'Övning ger färdighet'
Illusionen om färdighet får den att bete sig likt epigona halvgudar.
Personalen på Stockholms Konserthus - består till viss del - utav hustrur, barn eller relaterade, till dirigenter, musiker, etc.
Cindy, sitter i receptionen - i artistentrén, och - tillsammans med Silvia hörs ibland det lätt irriterade tonen; 'mm.. - jag jobbar..' interfolierar man: den sublima onomatopien efter j:et greppas nämnda livsyttrings essens.
Stjärnfyndens rangordning determinerar motivationen, 'Att trycka på knappen' och giva fri lejd in bakom kulisserna. Dagens vurm, kan blir morgondagens diss, ett falnat index på börsen.
Tekniken att se bra ut - har sin baksmälla; förtalet är mellan besöksraderna.
Nya tider tackade icke ens producenten för tillfället att ta detta foto. Ovanstående text är början på den artikel producenten skrev om nämnda tillfälle. Resten är ännu inte returnerat från redaktionen.0Lägg till en kommentar
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15 Marsch 2014Torsten Föllingers genial singing lessons extended article
Torsten Föllinger's genial singing lessons...
Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )
The teacher- who do not sell his only soul
Is -like the smallest child –
Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.
The teacher -
Who sells his only soul…
His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.
Cause – what violence – may create -
Blows away – like dust in the wind-
by the break of day.
***
Torsten Föllinger- is by some known, as the star of the stars. Star in this case means ‘ Zarah Leander-Ernst Hugo Järegård, Erland Josephson, Liv Ullman, Birgit Nilsson’ etc.
He was himself a figure which liked more to perform among common people, lowering his wing of humility, in a harsh geniality, which jumped forward, exclaiming truths of joy to laugh about. But not in any mean matter, like Ingmar Bergman, who, was his arch enemy, mostly because Bergman wanted his actors like Liv Ullman, Erland Josephsson and Torstens ‘best friend’ Allan Edwall, to act dirty things in front of the camera…”He liked such things…” as Torsten driely exclaimed, and, put another piece of cake into his mouth. Zarah Leander loved orgies and, one amusing story is about how her husband Vidar one evening called Torsten and complained “ We have patriates here again”. Torsten promised to come, cause, as Vidar stated; he knew Torsten was the only one Zarah respected (or one of the few) and, if she knew he would come, she would turn the bunch of lovers out…
Torsten unhatched the connection to the telephone and next day travelled in his car with his bulldog ‘Smulan’ out to the mannor country house, were Zarah ‘was living’. It turned out that Zarahs daschshund happened to arrive from the neighbour at about the same moment and, she stood on the porch, with a brush in her hand, she complained that the dog had been chasing after the neighbour’s , ‘in this way, now, you have gotten yours’, and he has had his…’, it was during the time of mating dance.
As she lifted the brush to hit it. Torsten said
“ You aren´t going to hit the dog are you? Slap me instead… Surely it is really me you are mad at”.
“ Go away!”…
”Do you want me to leave? I have travelled far just to see you” There was a pause - of heartbeat - false and true.
“Come on, you devil…”. Zarah gestured towards the front door.
It is said Zarah Leander boosted Herman Göring under the table, if that was when, he lived in Liljeholmen, at Liljeholmsvägen 8A, by the harbor of Mälaren, or in Germany when she performed for the stab of the Nazis is unsure.
“ This … old, old legend … this …”. Torsten was once introduced for the resignation class in the Dramatic Institute (DI). “ Yes, I am old as the grave, and Allan here is three years younger than me” in a gesture torwards Allan Edwall.
Torstens teaching had the following elements; ´if the performer feels pleasure the audience also will´. In this sense teaching the essence of intercause.
“Success or fiasco, but not be a good boy”
This was the whole of his genial teaching in its’ essence.
He received all kinds of peoples, not only stars. One of them who came to Torsten, at an early age, was Ted Gärdestad. The days before his claimed suicide, he visited Torsten, asking for assistance. The still quite young star, had become part of the bagwa sect ( in Arabic – this would implement something like an illegal fighter; and in Pali a master of his own). All members of the sect were forced to carry the leaders picture around their necks. Ted had become a victim of his own success and through the intense pleasure of many girlfriends, meditative drugs and material richess, fallen into the trap of machokism. (That is, to cause himself harm, pain, and unreasonably strict hygiene to push his genius onwards into further creativity for which his audience craved).
Torsten – besides his masterwork, also extracted in the social field, as a personal guard of releast criminals, where his rolemodel was his mothers’.
When young, he experienced his mothers’ strength, in being fearless of bulls. The bull – backed of and snorted, but Ingeborg didn´t care but kept on walking through the fenced yard. The bull – backed of and snorted, but her psycic strength were such, the animal didn´t attack. In such a way, Torsten treated criminals, with lessons of singing. One of them used to escape from prison in the following way; he went on lease around the prison and further on. When out of sight he began to run. His guards chasing him. When he had tired them, he asked to be releast (of his handcuffs?). They had to walk back alone.
One night Torsten went across Norra Bantorget in central Stockholm. As he was about to cross, he saw a heavy built character, approaching towards him, the opposite way “be prepared…”, Torsten murmured to himself ‘surely it is a stiletto’.
“I need money”. A voice from a dark shadow in the darkness of night. “Isn´t that your problem?...”. “Do you see what I have in my hand?..”. “Really! Look…! – Isn´t that a – such – a – st - sti – sti – sti – sti…letto!”. Torsten said in a very silly voice ‘senil – old – idiot – panthomin’ “Damn old bastard…”, the shadow exclaimed and went away.
“You see he couldn´t attack a defenseless…”
His mother when he still was a youth – sitting under a kitchen table, cutting cows and sheep from newspaper as siluetts in his own design. There was announced; the most life dangerous intern in Östersund (Norrland/Jämtland) had escaped from the prison. He was a life danger! It was claimed.
His mother – sailed out in to the stair well and exclaimed in the darkness penetratingly “Is someone there?”. “Yes”, came an answer – it was – the life dangerous murderer,
“I do not permit you to be running like this out in the night. Harken! You enter, and we will have a cup of tea and a chat”
Soon – the life dangerous intern became, like a baby in the lap of his mother…”Shouldn´t we call the police, so they can shelter you, it´s a cold night”. ‘My mother was very firm you see; but, she never betrayed anyone.’
Torsten always practiced theatre in real life. As he was coming out of Dramaten in Stockholm – whose artistic leader he were for several years, one autumn evening – he was attacked by criminals, wanting to penetrate the building –
“We hit you down, old bastard!”
But – Torsten – wouldn´t permit them to get inside. He – had practiced some falling situations – already in Calle Flygares Theaterschool. As they hit him – he fell without hurting himself, by this surprising the burglery – robbers – who, must have thougth he had past out. Unluckely – this didn´t work with the “healthcare” – who gave him a shot – ‘swine – flou – vaccination’ – without his outright consent – and – he developed a weakness which made the skincancer spread more rapidly.
He should have become 88 in 11th march 2010 – but – the 6th – he saw a very good friend - and, read some poems. In the night – he past on – to heaven hopefully…
He spoke much about Ottar, his best friend in his youth – who – had died out of tuberculosis,
He often – felt his presence, and longed to die – so he could meet him again in person…
As young a gang of boys approached him violently
“To see a gay motherfucker like you!”.
“Think of me…I have to look myself in the mirror everyday…”.
The leader of the gang – said something so stupid – Torsten never remembered the thing. This made the whole gang laugh -
“Since that day he was one of my best friends…”
Torstens’ sadness about his leaning towards homofili, sometimes impressed in him such a depressed state – he wanted to jump out of his own window. But – the thought of his pupils climbing the five flights – to his attic appartment with view over the woods of Nacka, on Ringvägen 163 – always cheered him up.
He spoke very pleasantly about so called idiots, which lacked the refinery of expression.
He was a supporter of theirs’, almost everyone loved him, and he never preached homosexuality to anyone, as far as I know. But – always warned against perversion of intrinsic nature. He had tried it with woman – but he wanted a man – not only to have sex with, this he could do in two minutes in the toilet (en la toilette), but – to speak with – to enfold – to love…really love... may Allah grant him forgiveness of his sins, in this world – and grant him Paradise –
Aamin…
Torstens observation as Jussi Björling - was about to take a high tune, he snored( the opposite of harkling ) Margaretha Krook personally one of the shyest persons - used to run around in the corridors of Dramaten, in a faint panic, hours before the show , but on stage she was perfectly calm...
The insight was ,as she, hired Torsten to participate in one of her repetitions (Torsten recieved the price of one lesson), that others’ critizism, and interferance, in the spontainious flow, strains the voice.
'let Margaretha herself decide'
and the voice sprang free of bonds.
Tommy Körberg, squeezed the muscles of his buttocks in high notes, similar to holding a fart, this elevates your own mind, and the minds of beloved.
As you take the high tune, you look down, as shy in bas notes, you look up, as repenting, asking forgiveness of Allah in the sky...
each note word, is formulated by the stomache muscles -- the more intense the piece, the harder the muscles, has to formulate... smiling in spontainious pleasure, makes notes, and text, flow more easily.
Putting ones tongue, folded up, into ones tonsils, and humming, will spontainiously, activate vibration from stomache muscles, as a beutiful pillar of high clear air through the body (according to Negro met outside Folklore Center, Izzy Young)
movement with the arm, in forms of 'Sieg Heil' will help the high tunes, as they flow away as an eagle, opening the mouth widely in a smile, rolling ones eye balls in extacy.
lying on the floor imitating ducks sqeeking not filling the chest with air, but the stomache, as critics come just stand listening as they extend their excessive talk, you might come to think of something amusing 'vendetta, turn this and you might find a friend...'
***Red Handed Ferlin
'Raina' screams Nils Ferlin in disgusting irony
a kabaree, of theathre,
he prays 'God May',
but 'may' is malplace,
brings atonal note, into the art cafee
smiles heartlessly follows with gaze the adorable beauty
'God how beautiful you are!'
gasping worshipping his lusts
panthomin of poetical life writing his own mythology
to rise, strife...Your.
I hate your cunningnessIt feels like every gift you giveHas hidden purposes, only for you to winAs you present perspectives of good fortuneA future free of troublesThe thankful, open upReveal and give much in returnAfterwards you try to buy his soulHis freedom of toungeAnd push him towards hellfireBurn!Who says his word never breaks,But takes back all given promisesAnd keep on depressing acquaintancesWith hopes taken backIf over-sensitive earsPerceive a revealing attackRely upon persons no moreWhom with golden promises makes people workJuri Lina and beautyBonus material in Juri Linas latest film, banned from Swedish Cinemas, was named The Recognision, produced for Estonian Rix Television, in 1992, after the restoration of national independance.If we do not recognize and fight the evil before it freezes permanentl, we will have to recognize each other without possibility to openly speak... and cry inside in a tragedythe special recognision between the eyes of two aartists, becomes the insight, that once they were kings, now forced to put weapons aside, and fight side by side, for even the permission to speak...love, at first sight, but the fear of betrayal a trespass into the invisible pulp, between the recognizers, and confuses the salutation with the possibility of accusations of madness etc.If a people is not strong enought to fight the evil in its cradle, soon fewer and fewer will recognize each other.It is like Juri Linas audience, were an Island in a sea of burning lava.William S. Burroughs doesnt give time to cry over this fact because, the work needs to be done... etc.beginningSchoupenhaurs wishing without wanting, is the key to existence.Actions are judged according to their intentions...' it is said in the SunnahJuri Lina has made an artform out of information flowwhich enables the poet of today to reconnect with the mechanistic society, and trespass the true myth, that a poet cannot participate in modern high tech...He can when he services the purpose of spreading important information, through 'internet' copyright, is in Juri Linas eyes, a question of security, we are encouraraged to only share his art with close friends, and not bump the maniac drum, in a large display of his genial pieces...It might threath us, at the spot, in longer term, Mossad would find too big interest in the author, which could threath also his life.Of course, he needs the money for the product, to survive. Juri Lina, is a restorer of history, such things which brainswash imposed upon us, as disgusting and evil, Juri Lina restores through careful presenting information. Films like Kraftmätningen, Lightbringers, In the shadow of Hermes, The unsatisfiable Ouroubours, a more tense horrifying atmosphere, is created, in figuration with classical pieces from Schostakovitj, Bach, Mozart, Toivo Kurmet, Gian Piero Reverberi, at the same time, we look out the window 'this is real!...'in the east, in the south, Germany, in the west america, 'it is real'...and we realize how vain and futile, our dreams were of poetry, because in this reality, we decide ourselves to restist the masonic oppresson and suddenly we have access to what opinion today call 'reality', which is 'viritual'...Beauty, in Juri Linas world, stems from love of goodness, but the profound thought that beauty simply comes from Allah as a blessing, for following His guidance, has not yet dawned on his horizon.. Everything does not need to be constructed to fit the point. 'Lawless winged and unconfined and breaks all chains from every mind... deceit to secrecy confined lawful cautious and refined, to everything but interest blind, and forges fetters for the mind...'We do not get beautiful by contempting fat women, we do not get inspiration, by exclusively choosing intelligent people as our companions.,. all calculations are devoid of meaning, to die as martyrs our only choice....The work needs to be done, crying wailing will not awake the oppressors hearts, in most cases...what is needed is resitance, but we do not take the real part in the tragedy, if we refuse to cry...Burroughs only loosenes the words so that our true thinking is spitted out, regardless of the consequenses.Juri Linas restoration of reality about Franscisco Franco, Adolf Hitler, and Mussolini, is breath taking, and, we realize, that the lie about Franco, is hindering us from understanding, the consequences which he tried to end, in spite he wasn't allowed to send Spanish troops to help Hungary in 1953, against the communistic oppressors, because Eisenhower threatened with war if he did.U.S. had always helped Sovjet Union and financed the October 1917So we recognize each other, despite of the lies, and this love cracks the shell from inside.Schoupenhauers realization, that energy never perishes, but transforms, if we refuse to take the risk of being jailed for 'Sieg Heil' moving our right arm, energy transforms hopefully, into a struggle of revieling the true facts which constructed 'a Hell in Heaven despite'if we fear something more than Allah, and thereby disregard Gods command, we will have to face it sooner or later, it is the choices we do not make which leads ur finally to face the One we Love...the coward's disregard for Allah's command, has finally led us to be surrounded by evil, we recognize each others secret leanings, in the cunningly beautiful rays of evening...Toivo Kurmet, himself, the subject of Juri Linas latest film, became a victim of conspiration. Imprisoned in Estonia, for one year, the probably cause, of his cancer, was in the substances his food secretly contained.Estonian conspirators killer their national hero, in the modern way; through poisounous substances, 'the world snake', 'brood of vipers'.Besides this Juri Linas book, Architects of deception, contains stunning facts, about Adolf Hitlers connections into freemasonic financial supporters, and what kinds of vitamins and minerals he would have needed instead of Theodor Morrel's (may Allah protect us from the remembrerance of his name), Belladonna, with one word, Juri Lina is a world genius, a classic, which will be read with ever renewed interest generation after generation as long as his production exists.Shellfish, have a tasty containment, and beautiful shell - we cannot recognize, a pure soul, if we have presupposed judgements about foreigners.The recognition is beyond characteristics of nations and classes.Nationalism, is important, the aspect we first guard, what is closest to us, family, friends, neighbours, citites, even a nation is usually too big to fathom defending, but the usage of homogenous language, marks the border.If we move to a country, we have to will become a part of that nation, and speak its language.Thus not simply to fill our pockets with its money, increasing its national dept, and then go!This is robbery as stated in the Quraan (sura 83)...One serious flaw in Juri Linas world view is his contempt for monotheism.If Allah is Reality then the “theory” or “teaching” has to be disregarded if He wills.But Islams unique aspect is the protection of Allah there fore named “religion”.If a law is formed somewhere, it is a tiny fact compared to Allah’s law, but still a fact, a part of our reality. But an evil such, we cannot follow such an perverted movement, rather die as martyrs .If on the other hand reality is looked upon as facts every thing is destroyed and inner peace unachievable Allah is Fact Al Haqq, morality therefore, is a structure to move inside - without which we are homeless.Allah being the source of inspiration, therefore morality is not Reality but an aspect of our creation.This attitude leads to reliance upon the audience, instead of Allah so-called collective writing its evil form communism. In modern times anti- monotheistic writers torture themselves behinds computer screens to convince and stupefies and grows crazy the sickness William S. Burroughs mentions in junkie to live through hardships perversions, etc. – to be able to write about it, is deplored by Juri Lina Andrej Tarkovskij and Toivo Kurmet.A person calling himself “poet” takes rights of immorality, for the sake of writing, suddenly relying upon the “audience” and not in Allah.But still this Novus Ordo Seclorum art might have at least some good results if published. But the skizophrenic aspect relying upon a publisher in disregard of Allah spoils most of it. Computers are electronic instruments termed as “haram” because if you hit the wrong tune you will behave well like a machine to achieve the calculated result.“play well” in social life is hypocrisy –Therefore the fingers being forced to hit “the right” notes become a mental disease.Your voice is affected by your sins, your vocal cords stretches in false tunes when bad conscience, arises, it will make you afraid to be revealed, to sing.Instruments are expensive imitators of voice, makes you afraid to crack them at the same time revealed as the absence of zikhr makes you uncontrollable. Never pay a life guard (never accept the price of a dog) there is nothing victorious in being famous, achievable and welcomed only when some good change can be achieved by the mass copy. Worst is being famous for something evil presented as “good”.Rather infamous without valid cause.Eve Riimus...
Eve Riimus oppressors of unluck…Eve Riimus, is a talented woman - with a talented style, but unfortunately, insightless in the demand such a talent has to be nourished… to flower everyday, in the temporal world…She, has the gift of second sight - seeing unborn forms which she unnecessary thinks it is proper to put into a motive, to find meaning…the Swedish atheistic unlucky name-system; ‘ate’ the goddess of unluck, is oppressing her talent in the way of fear spreading - owing to the thought control police, which demms such talent as ‘crazy’…. as to not spend days in a mental asylum, many aartists give in, to the social pressure, and , adapt their life style.in Eves case, mostly to her sambo, who isn’t much of a believer, except the spiritual teaching Eve has induced in him, over their 22 years or so together…the evil of a soul, attracts light - like a black hole, and in return to usurpt light - the witch offers a pleasant life, in sinful luxury…Eve - is a specialist in portrait making - owing much to her psychic gift - which makes her see pink clouds, even in the most breathtaking thunderstorm…her art is gushing of beautiful shapes - disguised symbols of love - and breathtaking sublimity although, simply a few works are worth collecting… but these works anyhow, show the potentiality of what could develop into a real genius…sometimes - looking at her pictures - is a chance of risk; the forms - sometimes almost sips from the canvas - into the aura of the beholder - and begins a conversation with him…certain form - seems to connect the mind of the beholder - with parallel dimensions - like it was a telephone junction…among other things - she educated herself as Ph. D. in psychology, and philosophy… - with the intention - of helping others out of the claws of torturous insane, ‘doctors’ in ‘psychiatry’ or whatever.. this secret - she never speaks - but, we divine, that this was a tactical move - aiming besides others to protect her own freedom of expression …. if you claim - your painting to be full of symbols - instead of revelation of parallel nature - you could be excused…some people , have become paranoid - with the word ‘revelation’ and bluntly wonders, ‘isn’t Profet Muhammad the last Prophet?..’ yes - but - revelation is (blessing of peace over Nabi Muammad and his companions..), not only in Prophetical form...Eve Riimus days - are spent mostly doing the housework; cooking food, of splendid taste, contemplating, praying, and other useful tasks for her loves ones…at a time - she was even working with designing symbols for Jas -Gripen fighter in the Mind Control Project, ‘human machine interaction’,but because of her sensitiveness, of intellect, she soon understood the unmorality, in testing pilots subjected to strong G-forces, and, existing in an environment, stung thorough by electromagnetic waves, which caused most associates to die out of cancer, sooner or later…at times - she’s been working - as an analyst, and most of her clients came because they ‘liked’ her photo in the advertisement…her analysis, was mostly an emotional support, and understanding which many might think to be stupidity, neglecting, unluckily, the keen intelligence of sharp distinction, which , Eve possesses much of, but often doesn’t use…her upbringing in occupied Estonia - has unfortunately molded her to mass instead of quality, which has disturbed her sensitive talent and made her cling to material, in a post traumatic stress, which sometimes comes as a panic of death… to have many proofs of a certain talent - instead of a few of genial haikus, is the only possible way of survival, in a communistic perestrojka… that is, even to be a little artful, is a risk, cause the loose grip is a trap…but from Riimus few, I would say genial ‘haikus’, are worth to be seen by a greater audience, I think even though the great figure Torsten Föllinger, when exposed to her work, ‘Gate of Hell’, exclaimed, ‘she’s a genius in painting this.. do you really mean!...’ he pointed towards her way of drawing the lines…a few years ago - Eve wished, to receive the debt her younger brother had been owing her - since she helped him to move to Sweden in the 1990 ties, back.he refused, and the court, even though Eve had his signature and date of lending out the many sums, on a handwritten contract - turned her down - and she, plus losing the debt of 220 000 sw had to pay the fee of the lawyers at 600 000 about it - this made a large economical sudden crash in her life - and besides that the confidence in her sambo were at question- cause he did a lousy statement in the witnesses’ chair.strangely enough - her almost two million Swedish kronor in apartment ownership - were soon after this incident, written over on her sambos’ name…so - Eve , is now even more forced to rely, upon relations with people , she’s too smart for…For the English readersGod is deadHe lives through usHe has never diedwe live because we have died…lam yallid wa lam yullad… sura 112 ayat 3… Mathnawi, Jalal ud Din Ruumi, Prophet asking Zayd ‘how are you today’answering ‘today I am a true believer’ death is the pangs and pains of birth… -Nietzsche Thus spake Zarathustra…***It is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and loveyouwhat we pronounceeither makes us evilor we fly with heavens wingsthe thoughts you saidyour thoughts now in your headis your living life todayit is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and love you***In the beginning was zikhr Allah... cause zikhr Allah, is The Act…***the call for prayer, fizzles out without meaning…a forced convention,makes the mind stray…when, even the name of God is too much to say…from now on let me follow my way…***All love stems from Allah… this is how love can have rules… if the notion would be the opposite… someone would say that Allah is the first born, wish to enslave the rest of creation…the very essence of love is such that you need no proof… therefore, never take a photo of someone you love, but solely for the reason of documenting crimes…***Best to say'I'm skizophrenic' before - there comes a day - when the debt of normalityyou'll have to pay...there are few things - so ugly and foulas the cluthching at normality - which there takes some time to seemost unnormal people - dreams about becoming stars…be unnormal - before the annoouncement of the Heavenly callwhen the "normal" actors - the idiots will have to pay - for polyhtheistic pretence…to be put into Hell - on the judgement day...***‘The poet Izzy Young ’’Eternity in an hour”’Izzy Young – is very brave-Izzy Young – is afraid - (to lose power)Izzy Young is afraid –Of the power in a flower!Of the powerOf an eternal hour!Izzy Young - is afraidof the Highest in his heart.He’s no coward-But - when he sees a meek and mild flower-He’s lost-He can’t fetch it – with his intellectual power!***Mahanaash... - your magical love - surrounds me...- if Allah above - denounces my love for thee...- there is nothing to be done...- but - if he wishes me - to marry thee...- what a great opportunity - to fall in love.... - soon - snow - might be falling down - on the cold earth... - as - I walk the ground - I see me livning together -. with a woman that loves me so much - money - means simply one of the abilities to keep in touch... -. but - if a woman loves me very much - she lets the love - plant the seed...- of marriage - she wishes - to go to Heaven - togehter with me... - if I could make you see - that money is one of the abilities...- but - there are more... - until - I get som other offer...- I creep down... to sleep on my friends floor...- I don't want to make any woman - to some kind of whore... - so please - understand that I'm poor... - let your feelings guide thee - towards something that could be much more...- when - women - talk about money - when - they crave for it... - I get sore... - I - simply - wish to unite - with your inner core...-***Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )The teacher- who do not sell his only soulIs -like the smallest child –Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.The teacher -Who sells his only soul…His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.Cause – what violence – may create -Blows away – like dust in the wind-by the break of day.***During daytime - I see her small moves, her eye glances- yet no proof…in the night she comes to me, in my dreams… kisses me… I feel the touch of her soul… she undresses herself to me… senseless I become, energy is overflowing inside me… one more less… suddenly my hand is there again… it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest… this is not a disease, it’s actually one of the best signs of health…. lover- come and fill me again… if - I refuse her love - I will be mentally disturbed… murderous idiots-how long - will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point toward a spot ‘heaven above’… is it out of jealousy? that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free?... you think - that real love-is something to be bought… real love - is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought….***Salafi’s dead gaze, doesn’t give much space, racing into a meaningless war, looks down upon the poor,wants a woman like a whore, lacks, love’s sweet core… despises, imaginative lore, always looking, for a reason and suspecting faithless treason.,looking peculiar, like they knew something, saying ‘it’s haraam’ when I sing…salafi here donetes the murderous sect, founded by Abdul Wahab and the English spy Heifer... not, early ancestors...***all love emits originally from Allah... this is how love can have rules…if the condition would be the opposite, and we say, Allah was created out of love, someone would say, tyhat Allah is the First Born, who wishes to enslave the rest of creatiuon by locking them into a fleshy dress...***During daytime, I see her small moves, her eye glances yet no proof, in the night she comes to me in my dreams kisses me I feel the touch of her soul, senseless I become… she undresses herself to me… energy is overflowing inside, me, one more less, suddenly my hand is there again it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest, this is not a disease it is actually one of the best signs of health… lover come and fill me again, if I refuse her love I will become mentally insane… murderous idiots how long will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point towards a spot ‘heaven above’is it out of jealousy that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free… you think real love is something to be bought real love is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought---***Izzy Young, jovial - when people pretend to know youcause - at the point - could manipulate their minds...your name, as dangerous as cobra eyes...when it holds youblack - sionist - magic - makes you blind...don't deal in liesin a perverse supposition - that everyone wants to use your fame,to avoid being blamedthe one - lacking in shamebecomes a psychopathow could you - as unmercyful to othersbe saved from Allahs wrath?The European Labour Party, has the insight, that money is simply not only produced by work - but, as an investment, an expected accumulation...By actual fact, this is to disavow, the fact, that everything living, as long as it produces something useful, which is - not destructive, in a broad perspective actually could generate money...'Money’, is symbol value, a proxy, so called 'fiat currency' an agreed upon fungible proxy... - (fungible; is connected with analogy, two separate physical entities, gets the same symbol value...),A false bill, would in this case - not mean - that it is not looking like the others... but, that, it is not agreed upon, by the users, that the false producer, makes fiat currency out of his belongings.So when false bills, without cover-validity, appears on the market - I buy a thing with it and at the same time gets in debt, though unknowingly...The companies - produce a lot of products, payed by money which are simply made up, taken from empty space...This is called 'inflation..' and the society, such built, send out money as aid, which criminals seize, and forms oppressive power, in foreign countries... Then the debt of that state, grows, until, it becomes clear, that the consequence of this is that practically all politicians of that state - are controlled by IMF, or any other bank, which, by the sin of that loan, with riba (interest) on it, practically own a whole country, like Cyprus or Greece...Here we see the most important thing, in surveiling the decision makers money transferences...fascism, according to Kjell Lundqvist, is when the government, puts the possibility of accumulating fiat currency, in the hands of private interests, which can generate currency, by investments, thought to generate money, in a co operation, with a private bank...'It should be - in the hands of the government to agree, in an investment which releases further currency into the open market...'fiat currency has according to Kjell, the meaning of a fungible proxy, which means interchange-ability of look-alike separate physical entities, having the same value...The second point Kjell makes - is that co-operation, is the key word of present day modern hightechnology civilization, which by the pressing of a bottom, can wipe out millions and millions of people...therefore, armed conflict, has to be avoided, by most means, and the population, bear the oppression of 'the state' which in most cases - is 'fascistic' in the sense that it represents the economical interest of private banks - and - not the population at large...besides this - Kjell makes a queer, statement,the Swedish author Juri Lina, 'is crazy' because he presents only facts behind the scenes, and, no solutions..If you have a court case, it is not enough with theories, you cannot prove.A prerequisite for solving a case, are the facts, then in intelligent minds, solutions begin to appear.As Kjell - himself states; 'you cannot teach knowledge - (as the freemasons think), because, there has to be someone to understand it...'Swedish schools - mislead their ‘pupils’, who, gets the wrong concept that they 'know ' though, insightless in the fact, that their so called 'knowledge ' is not applicable in reality...inside barschecking journals,in sionistic clothes,hightuned rasping the foot,like the blueeyed innocence of the inmateswhere a laughable contemptful toy,poisonous white pills ordained by a well paid five point boy…rolling selling torture to patient victims filled with a fountain of joysorrow and woe,civil soldiers ready to grip, never out thought to slip, from their lips soft kicks mix, money madeon a false seed of tips…***Feminism... womans worst enemy today... -Picture of a woman cop - beating a junkie furiously,like he was a dusty carpet...men - jailed on false rape charges - like rats subjected to electrical chocks - as soon as they approach the opposite gender..gays - ruling the world...***you looked so sweetly over your beautiful ebenholtz shoulder - at me - your long blond hair by the shape of your exquisite body seemed to almost fly ...how come - you went away - as I unable to move forward - came closer - too careful approach right away...your beautiful shepherds dog, as you sat on a burnt out log - like a foggy haze - surrounding the memory...as you came - twinned hair the opposite way - Friday -I didn't recognize at first - spontaneously thought; beauty of that girl...as you looked down upon me - from the level - where the modells pry... I embraced thee in my dream - healthy child - wanted me in life...careful and guarding the infertile parts - where attrachtion stirs...your lips embraced mine - in a kiss - at absolute radiance - we united - in a flower - open - as to the sun...deeply I penetrated your body - until the rise - of the morning sun...though Allahs zikr - emitted from my eyes... you willfully committed, all your sweetness, at my disposal..‘the look of love alarms, cause it is filled with fire...' William Blake soft deceit, homeless are the people who attatch their dreams to the riches of this world... in the end no where to flee, a house blown to dust particles, in the end... unlucky the one who becomes satans friend...unmarried rashters, hold hands and kiss in the park...married couples, what they do at home is their privacy...'God is love'...this aspect is more important than the indestructabilitycause, if you disregard compassion and energy, you will be subjected by His Anger...if though you disregard the rules of love, you will stray far from Heaven above...their philosophy, is madness incarnate... prohibitions of love and disobeidiencewhich makes you both hate your 'teacher' and the girl walking down the street.and makes you unenlightened as your steps turn towards mechanistic ideas…because you ate of their meat, like being heated in the fire of Hell... and at the same time being forced to display, that everything is well...it might not be Allah which they praise so highly, but, their own misconception of reality...muslimun, or by whatever name they call themselves, might think that enlightment is their patented right... obtrusively, spitting up futile laws, that builds a Hell in Heaven despite...they really think, that by simply mentioning Allahs Prophets name, fear will be induced in their enemy, from its’ perception of truth refrain...the result none way, or another insane...the only sin is to ignore, what you shouldn't deplore...relying upon your memory, and old rusty ideas, laid down by old masters, must in the end, lead to disasters...why stick to the superstitious belief, that supernatural powers endowed to those who believed will save you from what ruins others, less in 'might' than thee, when the truth, in its simplicity is available, through Bodhisattvas clear eyed to see...***Poisonous moist...'they' do the same thing, with the skies, as they do with us...when tears should be flowing silently,there comes the fear, of poisounous moist...in our minds, a deadly serious murderous voice...they want all earth to become, like one of their playthings, manipullated toys...***Abdul Wahab, satans horn...possessed beings, meet with hidden scorneverywhere they see, pointed thornforlornby thruths exctacy...they wander distracted, nowhere to be;an free masonic creed, to the one possessed like morphin addicts, almost incurable need, evil seed!burn down to the ground...wish thee, nowhere on earth ever to be found...the earth is round, not flat,your shadow stretches in the east, the sun eventually will rise...'Paradise' is forbidden for thee, because they (the followers of Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahab that is) eternalized lies...your claim to be very wize...a payed prize... under the table,how many more tries, did Allah, give you again?your attempt to destroy Islam, will prove invain...Abdul Wahab, really insane, by the evil acts in murky night, thou ran after women and pleasure, a snake crawling with two heads... at either direction east and west may thy books all be burned with their manuscripts, and us other - may rest...Abdul Wahab, a mighty devil, which possesses the reader of his text, with a horrible demanding dark voice, like being stretched out on a torture bench... only being able to see one way...the mind, possessed, from life and love strays...your own life, like a candle without oxygen fades...through the possessed blows a deathening blow, which aims at blowing away living beings, in a storm of bloody haze...Life becomes like one of those days, where heaven, is totally hidden by grey, meaningless clouds, where even the rain, refuses to pour down...a desolate diseased dead town, a burnt out lawn...Abdul Wahab, you destroy the essence of my day... like blossoms fastly fading away...makes the naiiv woman afraid....how many of them, have you forced to get laid, while pouring down your sperm, like an air raid... how many necks have you burned, simply to get paid...may you have, what you said, tied around your neck, and thrown into the sea, burried deep beneath the waves…***what makes the people of fitna, less than zero, is their agreeing with Iblis, 'I am better than he...' even though this they might not say it outloud... this is fitna, to intend bad thinking about another though not saying it outright... the evil metaphors... One, two, three and four, fiveLust was emitted black-magically from his mouthNovus ordo seclorumBeat went onIn a trance inside heads blinded by parodyOf 99 names of loveThe number of the beast and sex21 and 320 and 4555 give me moreSex really freeAs pederasteriIn 33rd degree2 beats 33Really means sex freeFor 33rd degreeNumberologyOften used as black magickLike the question Andrej TarkovskijReceived in Italy"What is the common touch point of Galileo Galilei and Einstein?"AnswerBig Berta is missing5 times 3Demonic Novus Ordo SeclorumIndestructible partBlown to piecesLike an anguished beating heartSun, they sayIs one big atom bombWhich flesh spin around41 and 14, Albert sound"They were both wrong."Means they doesn't fit togetherLike an ice storm in dry summer weatherShould we worship the atom bomb?All bow downOr the big fartBlow defiers to piecesLike a severe thunderstorm"Me too! Want to be in the 33rd degree!""Pity would be no more if all were as happy as we.""Her beauty make me high!"222s, book magickTo rape one sinfully makes oneself sickFor each man kills the thing he loves
What would I careFor anybody anymoreTheir destinyHas become their conspiracyTheir feelings bound up in their economyTheir intellectual activityTheir familyLike they crawl in the electronical communityWhich seems to bring them all to fallWhy do we all get sick, Diu?
You let machines destroy your dreamsDreams come trueThey really usually doBut if you let a machine dream for youIt will dream you into hellLet your destructiveness come to youghtI dare not speak with you in letters anymoreJust like Young and Academy (but no more since 8 January 2013) you recognized my genialityThen afraid to go where the revealing water flowtried to drop my eternal poetryAnd stamp it 'uninterestingly' on the floorBetter to never have been bornThan the torment that awaitsThe conscious denier of truthIn hell's deepest depthsPersonally, do not flatterAnd say greatness, madness officiallyGive the same version!Fulfull given promises, speak seriouslyMay Allah protect me from displaying a force which I lackAnd by this, leaving me open for attackPoem
interfere nothing in matters of faith but solely against claimed believers making people unsafe....Interfere only in case, against claimed believers making people unsafe, but in such a way, at risk your own skin threatened and the object safe,Wives, do not betray husbands to wordly things gain, tell only what Truth Commands you, support the soul of eternal love, or openly divorce the sinful murderer,avoid entering into talks of curiousityunless you end up with secrets of horror and lack of spiritualitynever talk hiding secretly your craving for money and popularitysee the truth straight in the eye, prepared to tell your opinion state your mindat risk to fall from high or die***Marry WeOne me! O you one and Three,that desire may leave mefreeGods mercy winNot shytans sinningpleasure anxiety persishinto flowers of realityopened in springtime restclosed at nightUnited in light seeds of delight***0Lägg till en kommentar
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15 Marsch 2014Torsten Föllingers genial singing lessons extended article
Torsten Föllinger's genial singing lessons...
Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )
The teacher- who do not sell his only soul
Is -like the smallest child –
Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.
The teacher -
Who sells his only soul…
His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.
Cause – what violence – may create -
Blows away – like dust in the wind-
by the break of day.
***
Torsten Föllinger- is by some known, as the star of the stars. Star in this case means ‘ Zarah Leander-Ernst Hugo Järegård, Erland Josephson, Liv Ullman, Birgit Nilsson’ etc.
He was himself a figure which liked more to perform among common people, lowering his wing of humility, in a harsh geniality, which jumped forward, exclaiming truths of joy to laugh about. But not in any mean matter, like Ingmar Bergman, who, was his arch enemy, mostly because Bergman wanted his actors like Liv Ullman, Erland Josephsson and Torstens ‘best friend’ Allan Edwall, to act dirty things in front of the camera…”He liked such things…” as Torsten driely exclaimed, and, put another piece of cake into his mouth. Zarah Leander loved orgies and, one amusing story is about how her husband Vidar one evening called Torsten and complained “ We have patriates here again”. Torsten promised to come, cause, as Vidar stated; he knew Torsten was the only one Zarah respected (or one of the few) and, if she knew he would come, she would turn the bunch of lovers out…
Torsten unhatched the connection to the telephone and next day travelled in his car with his bulldog ‘Smulan’ out to the mannor country house, were Zarah ‘was living’. It turned out that Zarahs daschshund happened to arrive from the neighbour at about the same moment and, she stood on the porch, with a brush in her hand, she complained that the dog had been chasing after the neighbour’s , ‘in this way, now, you have gotten yours’, and he has had his…’, it was during the time of mating dance.
As she lifted the brush to hit it. Torsten said
“ You aren´t going to hit the dog are you? Slap me instead… Surely it is really me you are mad at”.
“ Go away!”…
”Do you want me to leave? I have travelled far just to see you” There was a pause - of heartbeat - false and true.
“Come on, you devil…”. Zarah gestured towards the front door.
It is said Zarah Leander boosted Herman Göring under the table, if that was when, he lived in Liljeholmen, at Liljeholmsvägen 8A, by the harbor of Mälaren, or in Germany when she performed for the stab of the Nazis is unsure.
“ This … old, old legend … this …”. Torsten was once introduced for the resignation class in the Dramatic Institute (DI). “ Yes, I am old as the grave, and Allan here is three years younger than me” in a gesture torwards Allan Edwall.
Torstens teaching had the following elements; ´if the performer feels pleasure the audience also will´. In this sense teaching the essence of intercause.
“Success or fiasco, but not be a good boy”
This was the whole of his genial teaching in its’ essence.
He received all kinds of peoples, not only stars. One of them who came to Torsten, at an early age, was Ted Gärdestad. The days before his claimed suicide, he visited Torsten, asking for assistance. The still quite young star, had become part of the bagwa sect ( in Arabic – this would implement something like an illegal fighter; and in Pali a master of his own). All members of the sect were forced to carry the leaders picture around their necks. Ted had become a victim of his own success and through the intense pleasure of many girlfriends, meditative drugs and material richess, fallen into the trap of machokism. (That is, to cause himself harm, pain, and unreasonably strict hygiene to push his genius onwards into further creativity for which his audience craved).
Torsten – besides his masterwork, also extracted in the social field, as a personal guard of releast criminals, where his rolemodel was his mothers’.
When young, he experienced his mothers’ strength, in being fearless of bulls. The bull – backed of and snorted, but Ingeborg didn´t care but kept on walking through the fenced yard. The bull – backed of and snorted, but her psycic strength were such, the animal didn´t attack. In such a way, Torsten treated criminals, with lessons of singing. One of them used to escape from prison in the following way; he went on lease around the prison and further on. When out of sight he began to run. His guards chasing him. When he had tired them, he asked to be releast (of his handcuffs?). They had to walk back alone.
One night Torsten went across Norra Bantorget in central Stockholm. As he was about to cross, he saw a heavy built character, approaching towards him, the opposite way “be prepared…”, Torsten murmured to himself ‘surely it is a stiletto’.
“I need money”. A voice from a dark shadow in the darkness of night. “Isn´t that your problem?...”. “Do you see what I have in my hand?..”. “Really! Look…! – Isn´t that a – such – a – st - sti – sti – sti – sti…letto!”. Torsten said in a very silly voice ‘senil – old – idiot – panthomin’ “Damn old bastard…”, the shadow exclaimed and went away.
“You see he couldn´t attack a defenseless…”
His mother when he still was a youth – sitting under a kitchen table, cutting cows and sheep from newspaper as siluetts in his own design. There was announced; the most life dangerous intern in Östersund (Norrland/Jämtland) had escaped from the prison. He was a life danger! It was claimed.
His mother – sailed out in to the stair well and exclaimed in the darkness penetratingly “Is someone there?”. “Yes”, came an answer – it was – the life dangerous murderer,
“I do not permit you to be running like this out in the night. Harken! You enter, and we will have a cup of tea and a chat”
Soon – the life dangerous intern became, like a baby in the lap of his mother…”Shouldn´t we call the police, so they can shelter you, it´s a cold night”. ‘My mother was very firm you see; but, she never betrayed anyone.’
Torsten always practiced theatre in real life. As he was coming out of Dramaten in Stockholm – whose artistic leader he were for several years, one autumn evening – he was attacked by criminals, wanting to penetrate the building –
“We hit you down, old bastard!”
But – Torsten – wouldn´t permit them to get inside. He – had practiced some falling situations – already in Calle Flygares Theaterschool. As they hit him – he fell without hurting himself, by this surprising the burglery – robbers – who, must have thougth he had past out. Unluckely – this didn´t work with the “healthcare” – who gave him a shot – ‘swine – flou – vaccination’ – without his outright consent – and – he developed a weakness which made the skincancer spread more rapidly.
He should have become 88 in 11th march 2010 – but – the 6th – he saw a very good friend - and, read some poems. In the night – he past on – to heaven hopefully…
He spoke much about Ottar, his best friend in his youth – who – had died out of tuberculosis,
He often – felt his presence, and longed to die – so he could meet him again in person…
As young a gang of boys approached him violently
“To see a gay motherfucker like you!”.
“Think of me…I have to look myself in the mirror everyday…”.
The leader of the gang – said something so stupid – Torsten never remembered the thing. This made the whole gang laugh -
“Since that day he was one of my best friends…”
Torstens’ sadness about his leaning towards homofili, sometimes impressed in him such a depressed state – he wanted to jump out of his own window. But – the thought of his pupils climbing the five flights – to his attic appartment with view over the woods of Nacka, on Ringvägen 163 – always cheered him up.
He spoke very pleasantly about so called idiots, which lacked the refinery of expression.
He was a supporter of theirs’, almost everyone loved him, and he never preached homosexuality to anyone, as far as I know. But – always warned against perversion of intrinsic nature. He had tried it with woman – but he wanted a man – not only to have sex with, this he could do in two minutes in the toilet (en la toilette), but – to speak with – to enfold – to love…really love... may Allah grant him forgiveness of his sins, in this world – and grant him Paradise –
Aamin…
Torstens observation as Jussi Björling - was about to take a high tune, he snored( the opposite of harkling ) Margaretha Krook personally one of the shyest persons - used to run around in the corridors of Dramaten, in a faint panic, hours before the show , but on stage she was perfectly calm...
The insight was ,as she, hired Torsten to participate in one of her repetitions (Torsten recieved the price of one lesson), that others’ critizism, and interferance, in the spontainious flow, strains the voice.
'let Margaretha herself decide'
and the voice sprang free of bonds.
Tommy Körberg, squeezed the muscles of his buttocks in high notes, similar to holding a fart, this elevates your own mind, and the minds of beloved.
As you take the high tune, you look down, as shy in bas notes, you look up, as repenting, asking forgiveness of Allah in the sky...
each note word, is formulated by the stomache muscles -- the more intense the piece, the harder the muscles, has to formulate... smiling in spontainious pleasure, makes notes, and text, flow more easily.
Putting ones tongue, folded up, into ones tonsils, and humming, will spontainiously, activate vibration from stomache muscles, as a beutiful pillar of high clear air through the body (according to Negro met outside Folklore Center, Izzy Young)
movement with the arm, in forms of 'Sieg Heil' will help the high tunes, as they flow away as an eagle, opening the mouth widely in a smile, rolling ones eye balls in extacy.
lying on the floor imitating ducks sqeeking not filling the chest with air, but the stomache, as critics come just stand listening as they extend their excessive talk, you might come to think of something amusing 'vendetta, turn this and you might find a friend...'
***Red Handed Ferlin
'Raina' screams Nils Ferlin in disgusting irony
a kabaree, of theathre,
he prays 'God May',
but 'may' is malplace,
brings atonal note, into the art cafee
smiles heartlessly follows with gaze the adorable beauty
'God how beautiful you are!'
gasping worshipping his lusts
panthomin of poetical life writing his own mythology
to rise, strife...Your.
I hate your cunningnessIt feels like every gift you giveHas hidden purposes, only for you to winAs you present perspectives of good fortuneA future free of troublesThe thankful, open upReveal and give much in returnAfterwards you try to buy his soulHis freedom of toungeAnd push him towards hellfireBurn!Who says his word never breaks,But takes back all given promisesAnd keep on depressing acquaintancesWith hopes taken backIf over-sensitive earsPerceive a revealing attackRely upon persons no moreWhom with golden promises makes people workJuri Lina and beautyBonus material in Juri Linas latest film, banned from Swedish Cinemas, was named The Recognision, produced for Estonian Rix Television, in 1992, after the restoration of national independance.If we do not recognize and fight the evil before it freezes permanentl, we will have to recognize each other without possibility to openly speak... and cry inside in a tragedythe special recognision between the eyes of two aartists, becomes the insight, that once they were kings, now forced to put weapons aside, and fight side by side, for even the permission to speak...love, at first sight, but the fear of betrayal a trespass into the invisible pulp, between the recognizers, and confuses the salutation with the possibility of accusations of madness etc.If a people is not strong enought to fight the evil in its cradle, soon fewer and fewer will recognize each other.It is like Juri Linas audience, were an Island in a sea of burning lava.William S. Burroughs doesnt give time to cry over this fact because, the work needs to be done... etc.beginningSchoupenhaurs wishing without wanting, is the key to existence.Actions are judged according to their intentions...' it is said in the SunnahJuri Lina has made an artform out of information flowwhich enables the poet of today to reconnect with the mechanistic society, and trespass the true myth, that a poet cannot participate in modern high tech...He can when he services the purpose of spreading important information, through 'internet' copyright, is in Juri Linas eyes, a question of security, we are encouraraged to only share his art with close friends, and not bump the maniac drum, in a large display of his genial pieces...It might threath us, at the spot, in longer term, Mossad would find too big interest in the author, which could threath also his life.Of course, he needs the money for the product, to survive. Juri Lina, is a restorer of history, such things which brainswash imposed upon us, as disgusting and evil, Juri Lina restores through careful presenting information. Films like Kraftmätningen, Lightbringers, In the shadow of Hermes, The unsatisfiable Ouroubours, a more tense horrifying atmosphere, is created, in figuration with classical pieces from Schostakovitj, Bach, Mozart, Toivo Kurmet, Gian Piero Reverberi, at the same time, we look out the window 'this is real!...'in the east, in the south, Germany, in the west america, 'it is real'...and we realize how vain and futile, our dreams were of poetry, because in this reality, we decide ourselves to restist the masonic oppresson and suddenly we have access to what opinion today call 'reality', which is 'viritual'...Beauty, in Juri Linas world, stems from love of goodness, but the profound thought that beauty simply comes from Allah as a blessing, for following His guidance, has not yet dawned on his horizon.. Everything does not need to be constructed to fit the point. 'Lawless winged and unconfined and breaks all chains from every mind... deceit to secrecy confined lawful cautious and refined, to everything but interest blind, and forges fetters for the mind...'We do not get beautiful by contempting fat women, we do not get inspiration, by exclusively choosing intelligent people as our companions.,. all calculations are devoid of meaning, to die as martyrs our only choice....The work needs to be done, crying wailing will not awake the oppressors hearts, in most cases...what is needed is resitance, but we do not take the real part in the tragedy, if we refuse to cry...Burroughs only loosenes the words so that our true thinking is spitted out, regardless of the consequenses.Juri Linas restoration of reality about Franscisco Franco, Adolf Hitler, and Mussolini, is breath taking, and, we realize, that the lie about Franco, is hindering us from understanding, the consequences which he tried to end, in spite he wasn't allowed to send Spanish troops to help Hungary in 1953, against the communistic oppressors, because Eisenhower threatened with war if he did.U.S. had always helped Sovjet Union and financed the October 1917So we recognize each other, despite of the lies, and this love cracks the shell from inside.Schoupenhauers realization, that energy never perishes, but transforms, if we refuse to take the risk of being jailed for 'Sieg Heil' moving our right arm, energy transforms hopefully, into a struggle of revieling the true facts which constructed 'a Hell in Heaven despite'if we fear something more than Allah, and thereby disregard Gods command, we will have to face it sooner or later, it is the choices we do not make which leads ur finally to face the One we Love...the coward's disregard for Allah's command, has finally led us to be surrounded by evil, we recognize each others secret leanings, in the cunningly beautiful rays of evening...Toivo Kurmet, himself, the subject of Juri Linas latest film, became a victim of conspiration. Imprisoned in Estonia, for one year, the probably cause, of his cancer, was in the substances his food secretly contained.Estonian conspirators killer their national hero, in the modern way; through poisounous substances, 'the world snake', 'brood of vipers'.Besides this Juri Linas book, Architects of deception, contains stunning facts, about Adolf Hitlers connections into freemasonic financial supporters, and what kinds of vitamins and minerals he would have needed instead of Theodor Morrel's (may Allah protect us from the remembrerance of his name), Belladonna, with one word, Juri Lina is a world genius, a classic, which will be read with ever renewed interest generation after generation as long as his production exists.Shellfish, have a tasty containment, and beautiful shell - we cannot recognize, a pure soul, if we have presupposed judgements about foreigners.The recognition is beyond characteristics of nations and classes.Nationalism, is important, the aspect we first guard, what is closest to us, family, friends, neighbours, citites, even a nation is usually too big to fathom defending, but the usage of homogenous language, marks the border.If we move to a country, we have to will become a part of that nation, and speak its language.Thus not simply to fill our pockets with its money, increasing its national dept, and then go!This is robbery as stated in the Quraan (sura 83)...One serious flaw in Juri Linas world view is his contempt for monotheism.If Allah is Reality then the “theory” or “teaching” has to be disregarded if He wills.But Islams unique aspect is the protection of Allah there fore named “religion”.If a law is formed somewhere, it is a tiny fact compared to Allah’s law, but still a fact, a part of our reality. But an evil such, we cannot follow such an perverted movement, rather die as martyrs .If on the other hand reality is looked upon as facts every thing is destroyed and inner peace unachievable Allah is Fact Al Haqq, morality therefore, is a structure to move inside - without which we are homeless.Allah being the source of inspiration, therefore morality is not Reality but an aspect of our creation.This attitude leads to reliance upon the audience, instead of Allah so-called collective writing its evil form communism. In modern times anti- monotheistic writers torture themselves behinds computer screens to convince and stupefies and grows crazy the sickness William S. Burroughs mentions in junkie to live through hardships perversions, etc. – to be able to write about it, is deplored by Juri Lina Andrej Tarkovskij and Toivo Kurmet.A person calling himself “poet” takes rights of immorality, for the sake of writing, suddenly relying upon the “audience” and not in Allah.But still this Novus Ordo Seclorum art might have at least some good results if published. But the skizophrenic aspect relying upon a publisher in disregard of Allah spoils most of it. Computers are electronic instruments termed as “haram” because if you hit the wrong tune you will behave well like a machine to achieve the calculated result.“play well” in social life is hypocrisy –Therefore the fingers being forced to hit “the right” notes become a mental disease.Your voice is affected by your sins, your vocal cords stretches in false tunes when bad conscience, arises, it will make you afraid to be revealed, to sing.Instruments are expensive imitators of voice, makes you afraid to crack them at the same time revealed as the absence of zikhr makes you uncontrollable. Never pay a life guard (never accept the price of a dog) there is nothing victorious in being famous, achievable and welcomed only when some good change can be achieved by the mass copy. Worst is being famous for something evil presented as “good”.Rather infamous without valid cause.Eve Riimus...
Eve Riimus oppressors of unluck…Eve Riimus, is a talented woman - with a talented style, but unfortunately, insightless in the demand such a talent has to be nourished… to flower everyday, in the temporal world…She, has the gift of second sight - seeing unborn forms which she unnecessary thinks it is proper to put into a motive, to find meaning…the Swedish atheistic unlucky name-system; ‘ate’ the goddess of unluck, is oppressing her talent in the way of fear spreading - owing to the thought control police, which demms such talent as ‘crazy’…. as to not spend days in a mental asylum, many aartists give in, to the social pressure, and , adapt their life style.in Eves case, mostly to her sambo, who isn’t much of a believer, except the spiritual teaching Eve has induced in him, over their 22 years or so together…the evil of a soul, attracts light - like a black hole, and in return to usurpt light - the witch offers a pleasant life, in sinful luxury…Eve - is a specialist in portrait making - owing much to her psychic gift - which makes her see pink clouds, even in the most breathtaking thunderstorm…her art is gushing of beautiful shapes - disguised symbols of love - and breathtaking sublimity although, simply a few works are worth collecting… but these works anyhow, show the potentiality of what could develop into a real genius…sometimes - looking at her pictures - is a chance of risk; the forms - sometimes almost sips from the canvas - into the aura of the beholder - and begins a conversation with him…certain form - seems to connect the mind of the beholder - with parallel dimensions - like it was a telephone junction…among other things - she educated herself as Ph. D. in psychology, and philosophy… - with the intention - of helping others out of the claws of torturous insane, ‘doctors’ in ‘psychiatry’ or whatever.. this secret - she never speaks - but, we divine, that this was a tactical move - aiming besides others to protect her own freedom of expression …. if you claim - your painting to be full of symbols - instead of revelation of parallel nature - you could be excused…some people , have become paranoid - with the word ‘revelation’ and bluntly wonders, ‘isn’t Profet Muhammad the last Prophet?..’ yes - but - revelation is (blessing of peace over Nabi Muammad and his companions..), not only in Prophetical form...Eve Riimus days - are spent mostly doing the housework; cooking food, of splendid taste, contemplating, praying, and other useful tasks for her loves ones…at a time - she was even working with designing symbols for Jas -Gripen fighter in the Mind Control Project, ‘human machine interaction’,but because of her sensitiveness, of intellect, she soon understood the unmorality, in testing pilots subjected to strong G-forces, and, existing in an environment, stung thorough by electromagnetic waves, which caused most associates to die out of cancer, sooner or later…at times - she’s been working - as an analyst, and most of her clients came because they ‘liked’ her photo in the advertisement…her analysis, was mostly an emotional support, and understanding which many might think to be stupidity, neglecting, unluckily, the keen intelligence of sharp distinction, which , Eve possesses much of, but often doesn’t use…her upbringing in occupied Estonia - has unfortunately molded her to mass instead of quality, which has disturbed her sensitive talent and made her cling to material, in a post traumatic stress, which sometimes comes as a panic of death… to have many proofs of a certain talent - instead of a few of genial haikus, is the only possible way of survival, in a communistic perestrojka… that is, even to be a little artful, is a risk, cause the loose grip is a trap…but from Riimus few, I would say genial ‘haikus’, are worth to be seen by a greater audience, I think even though the great figure Torsten Föllinger, when exposed to her work, ‘Gate of Hell’, exclaimed, ‘she’s a genius in painting this.. do you really mean!...’ he pointed towards her way of drawing the lines…a few years ago - Eve wished, to receive the debt her younger brother had been owing her - since she helped him to move to Sweden in the 1990 ties, back.he refused, and the court, even though Eve had his signature and date of lending out the many sums, on a handwritten contract - turned her down - and she, plus losing the debt of 220 000 sw had to pay the fee of the lawyers at 600 000 about it - this made a large economical sudden crash in her life - and besides that the confidence in her sambo were at question- cause he did a lousy statement in the witnesses’ chair.strangely enough - her almost two million Swedish kronor in apartment ownership - were soon after this incident, written over on her sambos’ name…so - Eve , is now even more forced to rely, upon relations with people , she’s too smart for…For the English readersGod is deadHe lives through usHe has never diedwe live because we have died…lam yallid wa lam yullad… sura 112 ayat 3… Mathnawi, Jalal ud Din Ruumi, Prophet asking Zayd ‘how are you today’answering ‘today I am a true believer’ death is the pangs and pains of birth… -Nietzsche Thus spake Zarathustra…***It is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and loveyouwhat we pronounceeither makes us evilor we fly with heavens wingsthe thoughts you saidyour thoughts now in your headis your living life todayit is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and love you***In the beginning was zikhr Allah... cause zikhr Allah, is The Act…***the call for prayer, fizzles out without meaning…a forced convention,makes the mind stray…when, even the name of God is too much to say…from now on let me follow my way…***All love stems from Allah… this is how love can have rules… if the notion would be the opposite… someone would say that Allah is the first born, wish to enslave the rest of creation…the very essence of love is such that you need no proof… therefore, never take a photo of someone you love, but solely for the reason of documenting crimes…***Best to say'I'm skizophrenic' before - there comes a day - when the debt of normalityyou'll have to pay...there are few things - so ugly and foulas the cluthching at normality - which there takes some time to seemost unnormal people - dreams about becoming stars…be unnormal - before the annoouncement of the Heavenly callwhen the "normal" actors - the idiots will have to pay - for polyhtheistic pretence…to be put into Hell - on the judgement day...***‘The poet Izzy Young ’’Eternity in an hour”’Izzy Young – is very brave-Izzy Young – is afraid - (to lose power)Izzy Young is afraid –Of the power in a flower!Of the powerOf an eternal hour!Izzy Young - is afraidof the Highest in his heart.He’s no coward-But - when he sees a meek and mild flower-He’s lost-He can’t fetch it – with his intellectual power!***Mahanaash... - your magical love - surrounds me...- if Allah above - denounces my love for thee...- there is nothing to be done...- but - if he wishes me - to marry thee...- what a great opportunity - to fall in love.... - soon - snow - might be falling down - on the cold earth... - as - I walk the ground - I see me livning together -. with a woman that loves me so much - money - means simply one of the abilities to keep in touch... -. but - if a woman loves me very much - she lets the love - plant the seed...- of marriage - she wishes - to go to Heaven - togehter with me... - if I could make you see - that money is one of the abilities...- but - there are more... - until - I get som other offer...- I creep down... to sleep on my friends floor...- I don't want to make any woman - to some kind of whore... - so please - understand that I'm poor... - let your feelings guide thee - towards something that could be much more...- when - women - talk about money - when - they crave for it... - I get sore... - I - simply - wish to unite - with your inner core...-***Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )The teacher- who do not sell his only soulIs -like the smallest child –Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.The teacher -Who sells his only soul…His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.Cause – what violence – may create -Blows away – like dust in the wind-by the break of day.***During daytime - I see her small moves, her eye glances- yet no proof…in the night she comes to me, in my dreams… kisses me… I feel the touch of her soul… she undresses herself to me… senseless I become, energy is overflowing inside me… one more less… suddenly my hand is there again… it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest… this is not a disease, it’s actually one of the best signs of health…. lover- come and fill me again… if - I refuse her love - I will be mentally disturbed… murderous idiots-how long - will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point toward a spot ‘heaven above’… is it out of jealousy? that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free?... you think - that real love-is something to be bought… real love - is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought….***Salafi’s dead gaze, doesn’t give much space, racing into a meaningless war, looks down upon the poor,wants a woman like a whore, lacks, love’s sweet core… despises, imaginative lore, always looking, for a reason and suspecting faithless treason.,looking peculiar, like they knew something, saying ‘it’s haraam’ when I sing…salafi here donetes the murderous sect, founded by Abdul Wahab and the English spy Heifer... not, early ancestors...***all love emits originally from Allah... this is how love can have rules…if the condition would be the opposite, and we say, Allah was created out of love, someone would say, tyhat Allah is the First Born, who wishes to enslave the rest of creatiuon by locking them into a fleshy dress...***During daytime, I see her small moves, her eye glances yet no proof, in the night she comes to me in my dreams kisses me I feel the touch of her soul, senseless I become… she undresses herself to me… energy is overflowing inside, me, one more less, suddenly my hand is there again it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest, this is not a disease it is actually one of the best signs of health… lover come and fill me again, if I refuse her love I will become mentally insane… murderous idiots how long will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point towards a spot ‘heaven above’is it out of jealousy that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free… you think real love is something to be bought real love is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought---***Izzy Young, jovial - when people pretend to know youcause - at the point - could manipulate their minds...your name, as dangerous as cobra eyes...when it holds youblack - sionist - magic - makes you blind...don't deal in liesin a perverse supposition - that everyone wants to use your fame,to avoid being blamedthe one - lacking in shamebecomes a psychopathow could you - as unmercyful to othersbe saved from Allahs wrath?The European Labour Party, has the insight, that money is simply not only produced by work - but, as an investment, an expected accumulation...By actual fact, this is to disavow, the fact, that everything living, as long as it produces something useful, which is - not destructive, in a broad perspective actually could generate money...'Money’, is symbol value, a proxy, so called 'fiat currency' an agreed upon fungible proxy... - (fungible; is connected with analogy, two separate physical entities, gets the same symbol value...),A false bill, would in this case - not mean - that it is not looking like the others... but, that, it is not agreed upon, by the users, that the false producer, makes fiat currency out of his belongings.So when false bills, without cover-validity, appears on the market - I buy a thing with it and at the same time gets in debt, though unknowingly...The companies - produce a lot of products, payed by money which are simply made up, taken from empty space...This is called 'inflation..' and the society, such built, send out money as aid, which criminals seize, and forms oppressive power, in foreign countries... Then the debt of that state, grows, until, it becomes clear, that the consequence of this is that practically all politicians of that state - are controlled by IMF, or any other bank, which, by the sin of that loan, with riba (interest) on it, practically own a whole country, like Cyprus or Greece...Here we see the most important thing, in surveiling the decision makers money transferences...fascism, according to Kjell Lundqvist, is when the government, puts the possibility of accumulating fiat currency, in the hands of private interests, which can generate currency, by investments, thought to generate money, in a co operation, with a private bank...'It should be - in the hands of the government to agree, in an investment which releases further currency into the open market...'fiat currency has according to Kjell, the meaning of a fungible proxy, which means interchange-ability of look-alike separate physical entities, having the same value...The second point Kjell makes - is that co-operation, is the key word of present day modern hightechnology civilization, which by the pressing of a bottom, can wipe out millions and millions of people...therefore, armed conflict, has to be avoided, by most means, and the population, bear the oppression of 'the state' which in most cases - is 'fascistic' in the sense that it represents the economical interest of private banks - and - not the population at large...besides this - Kjell makes a queer, statement,the Swedish author Juri Lina, 'is crazy' because he presents only facts behind the scenes, and, no solutions..If you have a court case, it is not enough with theories, you cannot prove.A prerequisite for solving a case, are the facts, then in intelligent minds, solutions begin to appear.As Kjell - himself states; 'you cannot teach knowledge - (as the freemasons think), because, there has to be someone to understand it...'Swedish schools - mislead their ‘pupils’, who, gets the wrong concept that they 'know ' though, insightless in the fact, that their so called 'knowledge ' is not applicable in reality...inside barschecking journals,in sionistic clothes,hightuned rasping the foot,like the blueeyed innocence of the inmateswhere a laughable contemptful toy,poisonous white pills ordained by a well paid five point boy…rolling selling torture to patient victims filled with a fountain of joysorrow and woe,civil soldiers ready to grip, never out thought to slip, from their lips soft kicks mix, money madeon a false seed of tips…***Feminism... womans worst enemy today... -Picture of a woman cop - beating a junkie furiously,like he was a dusty carpet...men - jailed on false rape charges - like rats subjected to electrical chocks - as soon as they approach the opposite gender..gays - ruling the world...***you looked so sweetly over your beautiful ebenholtz shoulder - at me - your long blond hair by the shape of your exquisite body seemed to almost fly ...how come - you went away - as I unable to move forward - came closer - too careful approach right away...your beautiful shepherds dog, as you sat on a burnt out log - like a foggy haze - surrounding the memory...as you came - twinned hair the opposite way - Friday -I didn't recognize at first - spontaneously thought; beauty of that girl...as you looked down upon me - from the level - where the modells pry... I embraced thee in my dream - healthy child - wanted me in life...careful and guarding the infertile parts - where attrachtion stirs...your lips embraced mine - in a kiss - at absolute radiance - we united - in a flower - open - as to the sun...deeply I penetrated your body - until the rise - of the morning sun...though Allahs zikr - emitted from my eyes... you willfully committed, all your sweetness, at my disposal..‘the look of love alarms, cause it is filled with fire...' William Blake soft deceit, homeless are the people who attatch their dreams to the riches of this world... in the end no where to flee, a house blown to dust particles, in the end... unlucky the one who becomes satans friend...unmarried rashters, hold hands and kiss in the park...married couples, what they do at home is their privacy...'God is love'...this aspect is more important than the indestructabilitycause, if you disregard compassion and energy, you will be subjected by His Anger...if though you disregard the rules of love, you will stray far from Heaven above...their philosophy, is madness incarnate... prohibitions of love and disobeidiencewhich makes you both hate your 'teacher' and the girl walking down the street.and makes you unenlightened as your steps turn towards mechanistic ideas…because you ate of their meat, like being heated in the fire of Hell... and at the same time being forced to display, that everything is well...it might not be Allah which they praise so highly, but, their own misconception of reality...muslimun, or by whatever name they call themselves, might think that enlightment is their patented right... obtrusively, spitting up futile laws, that builds a Hell in Heaven despite...they really think, that by simply mentioning Allahs Prophets name, fear will be induced in their enemy, from its’ perception of truth refrain...the result none way, or another insane...the only sin is to ignore, what you shouldn't deplore...relying upon your memory, and old rusty ideas, laid down by old masters, must in the end, lead to disasters...why stick to the superstitious belief, that supernatural powers endowed to those who believed will save you from what ruins others, less in 'might' than thee, when the truth, in its simplicity is available, through Bodhisattvas clear eyed to see...***Poisonous moist...'they' do the same thing, with the skies, as they do with us...when tears should be flowing silently,there comes the fear, of poisounous moist...in our minds, a deadly serious murderous voice...they want all earth to become, like one of their playthings, manipullated toys...***Abdul Wahab, satans horn...possessed beings, meet with hidden scorneverywhere they see, pointed thornforlornby thruths exctacy...they wander distracted, nowhere to be;an free masonic creed, to the one possessed like morphin addicts, almost incurable need, evil seed!burn down to the ground...wish thee, nowhere on earth ever to be found...the earth is round, not flat,your shadow stretches in the east, the sun eventually will rise...'Paradise' is forbidden for thee, because they (the followers of Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahab that is) eternalized lies...your claim to be very wize...a payed prize... under the table,how many more tries, did Allah, give you again?your attempt to destroy Islam, will prove invain...Abdul Wahab, really insane, by the evil acts in murky night, thou ran after women and pleasure, a snake crawling with two heads... at either direction east and west may thy books all be burned with their manuscripts, and us other - may rest...Abdul Wahab, a mighty devil, which possesses the reader of his text, with a horrible demanding dark voice, like being stretched out on a torture bench... only being able to see one way...the mind, possessed, from life and love strays...your own life, like a candle without oxygen fades...through the possessed blows a deathening blow, which aims at blowing away living beings, in a storm of bloody haze...Life becomes like one of those days, where heaven, is totally hidden by grey, meaningless clouds, where even the rain, refuses to pour down...a desolate diseased dead town, a burnt out lawn...Abdul Wahab, you destroy the essence of my day... like blossoms fastly fading away...makes the naiiv woman afraid....how many of them, have you forced to get laid, while pouring down your sperm, like an air raid... how many necks have you burned, simply to get paid...may you have, what you said, tied around your neck, and thrown into the sea, burried deep beneath the waves…***what makes the people of fitna, less than zero, is their agreeing with Iblis, 'I am better than he...' even though this they might not say it outloud... this is fitna, to intend bad thinking about another though not saying it outright... the evil metaphors... One, two, three and four, fiveLust was emitted black-magically from his mouthNovus ordo seclorumBeat went onIn a trance inside heads blinded by parodyOf 99 names of loveThe number of the beast and sex21 and 320 and 4555 give me moreSex really freeAs pederasteriIn 33rd degree2 beats 33Really means sex freeFor 33rd degreeNumberologyOften used as black magickLike the question Andrej TarkovskijReceived in Italy"What is the common touch point of Galileo Galilei and Einstein?"AnswerBig Berta is missing5 times 3Demonic Novus Ordo SeclorumIndestructible partBlown to piecesLike an anguished beating heartSun, they sayIs one big atom bombWhich flesh spin around41 and 14, Albert sound"They were both wrong."Means they doesn't fit togetherLike an ice storm in dry summer weatherShould we worship the atom bomb?All bow downOr the big fartBlow defiers to piecesLike a severe thunderstorm"Me too! Want to be in the 33rd degree!""Pity would be no more if all were as happy as we.""Her beauty make me high!"222s, book magickTo rape one sinfully makes oneself sickFor each man kills the thing he loves
What would I careFor anybody anymoreTheir destinyHas become their conspiracyTheir feelings bound up in their economyTheir intellectual activityTheir familyLike they crawl in the electronical communityWhich seems to bring them all to fallWhy do we all get sick, Diu?
You let machines destroy your dreamsDreams come trueThey really usually doBut if you let a machine dream for youIt will dream you into hellLet your destructiveness come to youghtI dare not speak with you in letters anymoreJust like Young and Academy (but no more since 8 January 2013) you recognized my genialityThen afraid to go where the revealing water flowtried to drop my eternal poetryAnd stamp it 'uninterestingly' on the floorBetter to never have been bornThan the torment that awaitsThe conscious denier of truthIn hell's deepest depthsPersonally, do not flatterAnd say greatness, madness officiallyGive the same version!Fulfull given promises, speak seriouslyMay Allah protect me from displaying a force which I lackAnd by this, leaving me open for attackPoem
interfere nothing in matters of faith but solely against claimed believers making people unsafe....Interfere only in case, against claimed believers making people unsafe, but in such a way, at risk your own skin threatened and the object safe,Wives, do not betray husbands to wordly things gain, tell only what Truth Commands you, support the soul of eternal love, or openly divorce the sinful murderer,avoid entering into talks of curiousityunless you end up with secrets of horror and lack of spiritualitynever talk hiding secretly your craving for money and popularitysee the truth straight in the eye, prepared to tell your opinion state your mindat risk to fall from high or die***Marry WeOne me! O you one and Three,that desire may leave mefreeGods mercy winNot shytans sinningpleasure anxiety persishinto flowers of realityopened in springtime restclosed at nightUnited in light seeds of delight***0Lägg till en kommentar
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15 Marsch 2014Torsten Föllingers genial singing lessons extended article
Torsten Föllinger's genial singing lessons...
Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )
The teacher- who do not sell his only soul
Is -like the smallest child –
Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.
The teacher -
Who sells his only soul…
His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.
Cause – what violence – may create -
Blows away – like dust in the wind-
by the break of day.
***
Torsten Föllinger- is by some known, as the star of the stars. Star in this case means ‘ Zarah Leander-Ernst Hugo Järegård, Erland Josephson, Liv Ullman, Birgit Nilsson’ etc.
He was himself a figure which liked more to perform among common people, lowering his wing of humility, in a harsh geniality, which jumped forward, exclaiming truths of joy to laugh about. But not in any mean matter, like Ingmar Bergman, who, was his arch enemy, mostly because Bergman wanted his actors like Liv Ullman, Erland Josephsson and Torstens ‘best friend’ Allan Edwall, to act dirty things in front of the camera…”He liked such things…” as Torsten driely exclaimed, and, put another piece of cake into his mouth. Zarah Leander loved orgies and, one amusing story is about how her husband Vidar one evening called Torsten and complained “ We have patriates here again”. Torsten promised to come, cause, as Vidar stated; he knew Torsten was the only one Zarah respected (or one of the few) and, if she knew he would come, she would turn the bunch of lovers out…
Torsten unhatched the connection to the telephone and next day travelled in his car with his bulldog ‘Smulan’ out to the mannor country house, were Zarah ‘was living’. It turned out that Zarahs daschshund happened to arrive from the neighbour at about the same moment and, she stood on the porch, with a brush in her hand, she complained that the dog had been chasing after the neighbour’s , ‘in this way, now, you have gotten yours’, and he has had his…’, it was during the time of mating dance.
As she lifted the brush to hit it. Torsten said
“ You aren´t going to hit the dog are you? Slap me instead… Surely it is really me you are mad at”.
“ Go away!”…
”Do you want me to leave? I have travelled far just to see you” There was a pause - of heartbeat - false and true.
“Come on, you devil…”. Zarah gestured towards the front door.
It is said Zarah Leander boosted Herman Göring under the table, if that was when, he lived in Liljeholmen, at Liljeholmsvägen 8A, by the harbor of Mälaren, or in Germany when she performed for the stab of the Nazis is unsure.
“ This … old, old legend … this …”. Torsten was once introduced for the resignation class in the Dramatic Institute (DI). “ Yes, I am old as the grave, and Allan here is three years younger than me” in a gesture torwards Allan Edwall.
Torstens teaching had the following elements; ´if the performer feels pleasure the audience also will´. In this sense teaching the essence of intercause.
“Success or fiasco, but not be a good boy”
This was the whole of his genial teaching in its’ essence.
He received all kinds of peoples, not only stars. One of them who came to Torsten, at an early age, was Ted Gärdestad. The days before his claimed suicide, he visited Torsten, asking for assistance. The still quite young star, had become part of the bagwa sect ( in Arabic – this would implement something like an illegal fighter; and in Pali a master of his own). All members of the sect were forced to carry the leaders picture around their necks. Ted had become a victim of his own success and through the intense pleasure of many girlfriends, meditative drugs and material richess, fallen into the trap of machokism. (That is, to cause himself harm, pain, and unreasonably strict hygiene to push his genius onwards into further creativity for which his audience craved).
Torsten – besides his masterwork, also extracted in the social field, as a personal guard of releast criminals, where his rolemodel was his mothers’.
When young, he experienced his mothers’ strength, in being fearless of bulls. The bull – backed of and snorted, but Ingeborg didn´t care but kept on walking through the fenced yard. The bull – backed of and snorted, but her psycic strength were such, the animal didn´t attack. In such a way, Torsten treated criminals, with lessons of singing. One of them used to escape from prison in the following way; he went on lease around the prison and further on. When out of sight he began to run. His guards chasing him. When he had tired them, he asked to be releast (of his handcuffs?). They had to walk back alone.
One night Torsten went across Norra Bantorget in central Stockholm. As he was about to cross, he saw a heavy built character, approaching towards him, the opposite way “be prepared…”, Torsten murmured to himself ‘surely it is a stiletto’.
“I need money”. A voice from a dark shadow in the darkness of night. “Isn´t that your problem?...”. “Do you see what I have in my hand?..”. “Really! Look…! – Isn´t that a – such – a – st - sti – sti – sti – sti…letto!”. Torsten said in a very silly voice ‘senil – old – idiot – panthomin’ “Damn old bastard…”, the shadow exclaimed and went away.
“You see he couldn´t attack a defenseless…”
His mother when he still was a youth – sitting under a kitchen table, cutting cows and sheep from newspaper as siluetts in his own design. There was announced; the most life dangerous intern in Östersund (Norrland/Jämtland) had escaped from the prison. He was a life danger! It was claimed.
His mother – sailed out in to the stair well and exclaimed in the darkness penetratingly “Is someone there?”. “Yes”, came an answer – it was – the life dangerous murderer,
“I do not permit you to be running like this out in the night. Harken! You enter, and we will have a cup of tea and a chat”
Soon – the life dangerous intern became, like a baby in the lap of his mother…”Shouldn´t we call the police, so they can shelter you, it´s a cold night”. ‘My mother was very firm you see; but, she never betrayed anyone.’
Torsten always practiced theatre in real life. As he was coming out of Dramaten in Stockholm – whose artistic leader he were for several years, one autumn evening – he was attacked by criminals, wanting to penetrate the building –
“We hit you down, old bastard!”
But – Torsten – wouldn´t permit them to get inside. He – had practiced some falling situations – already in Calle Flygares Theaterschool. As they hit him – he fell without hurting himself, by this surprising the burglery – robbers – who, must have thougth he had past out. Unluckely – this didn´t work with the “healthcare” – who gave him a shot – ‘swine – flou – vaccination’ – without his outright consent – and – he developed a weakness which made the skincancer spread more rapidly.
He should have become 88 in 11th march 2010 – but – the 6th – he saw a very good friend - and, read some poems. In the night – he past on – to heaven hopefully…
He spoke much about Ottar, his best friend in his youth – who – had died out of tuberculosis,
He often – felt his presence, and longed to die – so he could meet him again in person…
As young a gang of boys approached him violently
“To see a gay motherfucker like you!”.
“Think of me…I have to look myself in the mirror everyday…”.
The leader of the gang – said something so stupid – Torsten never remembered the thing. This made the whole gang laugh -
“Since that day he was one of my best friends…”
Torstens’ sadness about his leaning towards homofili, sometimes impressed in him such a depressed state – he wanted to jump out of his own window. But – the thought of his pupils climbing the five flights – to his attic appartment with view over the woods of Nacka, on Ringvägen 163 – always cheered him up.
He spoke very pleasantly about so called idiots, which lacked the refinery of expression.
He was a supporter of theirs’, almost everyone loved him, and he never preached homosexuality to anyone, as far as I know. But – always warned against perversion of intrinsic nature. He had tried it with woman – but he wanted a man – not only to have sex with, this he could do in two minutes in the toilet (en la toilette), but – to speak with – to enfold – to love…really love... may Allah grant him forgiveness of his sins, in this world – and grant him Paradise –
Aamin…
Torstens observation as Jussi Björling - was about to take a high tune, he snored( the opposite of harkling ) Margaretha Krook personally one of the shyest persons - used to run around in the corridors of Dramaten, in a faint panic, hours before the show , but on stage she was perfectly calm...
The insight was ,as she, hired Torsten to participate in one of her repetitions (Torsten recieved the price of one lesson), that others’ critizism, and interferance, in the spontainious flow, strains the voice.
'let Margaretha herself decide'
and the voice sprang free of bonds.
Tommy Körberg, squeezed the muscles of his buttocks in high notes, similar to holding a fart, this elevates your own mind, and the minds of beloved.
As you take the high tune, you look down, as shy in bas notes, you look up, as repenting, asking forgiveness of Allah in the sky...
each note word, is formulated by the stomache muscles -- the more intense the piece, the harder the muscles, has to formulate... smiling in spontainious pleasure, makes notes, and text, flow more easily.
Putting ones tongue, folded up, into ones tonsils, and humming, will spontainiously, activate vibration from stomache muscles, as a beutiful pillar of high clear air through the body (according to Negro met outside Folklore Center, Izzy Young)
movement with the arm, in forms of 'Sieg Heil' will help the high tunes, as they flow away as an eagle, opening the mouth widely in a smile, rolling ones eye balls in extacy.
lying on the floor imitating ducks sqeeking not filling the chest with air, but the stomache, as critics come just stand listening as they extend their excessive talk, you might come to think of something amusing 'vendetta, turn this and you might find a friend...'
***Red Handed Ferlin
'Raina' screams Nils Ferlin in disgusting irony
a kabaree, of theathre,
he prays 'God May',
but 'may' is malplace,
brings atonal note, into the art cafee
smiles heartlessly follows with gaze the adorable beauty
'God how beautiful you are!'
gasping worshipping his lusts
panthomin of poetical life writing his own mythology
to rise, strife...Your.
I hate your cunningnessIt feels like every gift you giveHas hidden purposes, only for you to winAs you present perspectives of good fortuneA future free of troublesThe thankful, open upReveal and give much in returnAfterwards you try to buy his soulHis freedom of toungeAnd push him towards hellfireBurn!Who says his word never breaks,But takes back all given promisesAnd keep on depressing acquaintancesWith hopes taken backIf over-sensitive earsPerceive a revealing attackRely upon persons no moreWhom with golden promises makes people workJuri Lina and beautyBonus material in Juri Linas latest film, banned from Swedish Cinemas, was named The Recognision, produced for Estonian Rix Television, in 1992, after the restoration of national independance.If we do not recognize and fight the evil before it freezes permanentl, we will have to recognize each other without possibility to openly speak... and cry inside in a tragedythe special recognision between the eyes of two aartists, becomes the insight, that once they were kings, now forced to put weapons aside, and fight side by side, for even the permission to speak...love, at first sight, but the fear of betrayal a trespass into the invisible pulp, between the recognizers, and confuses the salutation with the possibility of accusations of madness etc.If a people is not strong enought to fight the evil in its cradle, soon fewer and fewer will recognize each other.It is like Juri Linas audience, were an Island in a sea of burning lava.William S. Burroughs doesnt give time to cry over this fact because, the work needs to be done... etc.beginningSchoupenhaurs wishing without wanting, is the key to existence.Actions are judged according to their intentions...' it is said in the SunnahJuri Lina has made an artform out of information flowwhich enables the poet of today to reconnect with the mechanistic society, and trespass the true myth, that a poet cannot participate in modern high tech...He can when he services the purpose of spreading important information, through 'internet' copyright, is in Juri Linas eyes, a question of security, we are encouraraged to only share his art with close friends, and not bump the maniac drum, in a large display of his genial pieces...It might threath us, at the spot, in longer term, Mossad would find too big interest in the author, which could threath also his life.Of course, he needs the money for the product, to survive. Juri Lina, is a restorer of history, such things which brainswash imposed upon us, as disgusting and evil, Juri Lina restores through careful presenting information. Films like Kraftmätningen, Lightbringers, In the shadow of Hermes, The unsatisfiable Ouroubours, a more tense horrifying atmosphere, is created, in figuration with classical pieces from Schostakovitj, Bach, Mozart, Toivo Kurmet, Gian Piero Reverberi, at the same time, we look out the window 'this is real!...'in the east, in the south, Germany, in the west america, 'it is real'...and we realize how vain and futile, our dreams were of poetry, because in this reality, we decide ourselves to restist the masonic oppresson and suddenly we have access to what opinion today call 'reality', which is 'viritual'...Beauty, in Juri Linas world, stems from love of goodness, but the profound thought that beauty simply comes from Allah as a blessing, for following His guidance, has not yet dawned on his horizon.. Everything does not need to be constructed to fit the point. 'Lawless winged and unconfined and breaks all chains from every mind... deceit to secrecy confined lawful cautious and refined, to everything but interest blind, and forges fetters for the mind...'We do not get beautiful by contempting fat women, we do not get inspiration, by exclusively choosing intelligent people as our companions.,. all calculations are devoid of meaning, to die as martyrs our only choice....The work needs to be done, crying wailing will not awake the oppressors hearts, in most cases...what is needed is resitance, but we do not take the real part in the tragedy, if we refuse to cry...Burroughs only loosenes the words so that our true thinking is spitted out, regardless of the consequenses.Juri Linas restoration of reality about Franscisco Franco, Adolf Hitler, and Mussolini, is breath taking, and, we realize, that the lie about Franco, is hindering us from understanding, the consequences which he tried to end, in spite he wasn't allowed to send Spanish troops to help Hungary in 1953, against the communistic oppressors, because Eisenhower threatened with war if he did.U.S. had always helped Sovjet Union and financed the October 1917So we recognize each other, despite of the lies, and this love cracks the shell from inside.Schoupenhauers realization, that energy never perishes, but transforms, if we refuse to take the risk of being jailed for 'Sieg Heil' moving our right arm, energy transforms hopefully, into a struggle of revieling the true facts which constructed 'a Hell in Heaven despite'if we fear something more than Allah, and thereby disregard Gods command, we will have to face it sooner or later, it is the choices we do not make which leads ur finally to face the One we Love...the coward's disregard for Allah's command, has finally led us to be surrounded by evil, we recognize each others secret leanings, in the cunningly beautiful rays of evening...Toivo Kurmet, himself, the subject of Juri Linas latest film, became a victim of conspiration. Imprisoned in Estonia, for one year, the probably cause, of his cancer, was in the substances his food secretly contained.Estonian conspirators killer their national hero, in the modern way; through poisounous substances, 'the world snake', 'brood of vipers'.Besides this Juri Linas book, Architects of deception, contains stunning facts, about Adolf Hitlers connections into freemasonic financial supporters, and what kinds of vitamins and minerals he would have needed instead of Theodor Morrel's (may Allah protect us from the remembrerance of his name), Belladonna, with one word, Juri Lina is a world genius, a classic, which will be read with ever renewed interest generation after generation as long as his production exists.Shellfish, have a tasty containment, and beautiful shell - we cannot recognize, a pure soul, if we have presupposed judgements about foreigners.The recognition is beyond characteristics of nations and classes.Nationalism, is important, the aspect we first guard, what is closest to us, family, friends, neighbours, citites, even a nation is usually too big to fathom defending, but the usage of homogenous language, marks the border.If we move to a country, we have to will become a part of that nation, and speak its language.Thus not simply to fill our pockets with its money, increasing its national dept, and then go!This is robbery as stated in the Quraan (sura 83)...One serious flaw in Juri Linas world view is his contempt for monotheism.If Allah is Reality then the “theory” or “teaching” has to be disregarded if He wills.But Islams unique aspect is the protection of Allah there fore named “religion”.If a law is formed somewhere, it is a tiny fact compared to Allah’s law, but still a fact, a part of our reality. But an evil such, we cannot follow such an perverted movement, rather die as martyrs .If on the other hand reality is looked upon as facts every thing is destroyed and inner peace unachievable Allah is Fact Al Haqq, morality therefore, is a structure to move inside - without which we are homeless.Allah being the source of inspiration, therefore morality is not Reality but an aspect of our creation.This attitude leads to reliance upon the audience, instead of Allah so-called collective writing its evil form communism. In modern times anti- monotheistic writers torture themselves behinds computer screens to convince and stupefies and grows crazy the sickness William S. Burroughs mentions in junkie to live through hardships perversions, etc. – to be able to write about it, is deplored by Juri Lina Andrej Tarkovskij and Toivo Kurmet.A person calling himself “poet” takes rights of immorality, for the sake of writing, suddenly relying upon the “audience” and not in Allah.But still this Novus Ordo Seclorum art might have at least some good results if published. But the skizophrenic aspect relying upon a publisher in disregard of Allah spoils most of it. Computers are electronic instruments termed as “haram” because if you hit the wrong tune you will behave well like a machine to achieve the calculated result.“play well” in social life is hypocrisy –Therefore the fingers being forced to hit “the right” notes become a mental disease.Your voice is affected by your sins, your vocal cords stretches in false tunes when bad conscience, arises, it will make you afraid to be revealed, to sing.Instruments are expensive imitators of voice, makes you afraid to crack them at the same time revealed as the absence of zikhr makes you uncontrollable. Never pay a life guard (never accept the price of a dog) there is nothing victorious in being famous, achievable and welcomed only when some good change can be achieved by the mass copy. Worst is being famous for something evil presented as “good”.Rather infamous without valid cause.Eve Riimus...
Eve Riimus oppressors of unluck…Eve Riimus, is a talented woman - with a talented style, but unfortunately, insightless in the demand such a talent has to be nourished… to flower everyday, in the temporal world…She, has the gift of second sight - seeing unborn forms which she unnecessary thinks it is proper to put into a motive, to find meaning…the Swedish atheistic unlucky name-system; ‘ate’ the goddess of unluck, is oppressing her talent in the way of fear spreading - owing to the thought control police, which demms such talent as ‘crazy’…. as to not spend days in a mental asylum, many aartists give in, to the social pressure, and , adapt their life style.in Eves case, mostly to her sambo, who isn’t much of a believer, except the spiritual teaching Eve has induced in him, over their 22 years or so together…the evil of a soul, attracts light - like a black hole, and in return to usurpt light - the witch offers a pleasant life, in sinful luxury…Eve - is a specialist in portrait making - owing much to her psychic gift - which makes her see pink clouds, even in the most breathtaking thunderstorm…her art is gushing of beautiful shapes - disguised symbols of love - and breathtaking sublimity although, simply a few works are worth collecting… but these works anyhow, show the potentiality of what could develop into a real genius…sometimes - looking at her pictures - is a chance of risk; the forms - sometimes almost sips from the canvas - into the aura of the beholder - and begins a conversation with him…certain form - seems to connect the mind of the beholder - with parallel dimensions - like it was a telephone junction…among other things - she educated herself as Ph. D. in psychology, and philosophy… - with the intention - of helping others out of the claws of torturous insane, ‘doctors’ in ‘psychiatry’ or whatever.. this secret - she never speaks - but, we divine, that this was a tactical move - aiming besides others to protect her own freedom of expression …. if you claim - your painting to be full of symbols - instead of revelation of parallel nature - you could be excused…some people , have become paranoid - with the word ‘revelation’ and bluntly wonders, ‘isn’t Profet Muhammad the last Prophet?..’ yes - but - revelation is (blessing of peace over Nabi Muammad and his companions..), not only in Prophetical form...Eve Riimus days - are spent mostly doing the housework; cooking food, of splendid taste, contemplating, praying, and other useful tasks for her loves ones…at a time - she was even working with designing symbols for Jas -Gripen fighter in the Mind Control Project, ‘human machine interaction’,but because of her sensitiveness, of intellect, she soon understood the unmorality, in testing pilots subjected to strong G-forces, and, existing in an environment, stung thorough by electromagnetic waves, which caused most associates to die out of cancer, sooner or later…at times - she’s been working - as an analyst, and most of her clients came because they ‘liked’ her photo in the advertisement…her analysis, was mostly an emotional support, and understanding which many might think to be stupidity, neglecting, unluckily, the keen intelligence of sharp distinction, which , Eve possesses much of, but often doesn’t use…her upbringing in occupied Estonia - has unfortunately molded her to mass instead of quality, which has disturbed her sensitive talent and made her cling to material, in a post traumatic stress, which sometimes comes as a panic of death… to have many proofs of a certain talent - instead of a few of genial haikus, is the only possible way of survival, in a communistic perestrojka… that is, even to be a little artful, is a risk, cause the loose grip is a trap…but from Riimus few, I would say genial ‘haikus’, are worth to be seen by a greater audience, I think even though the great figure Torsten Föllinger, when exposed to her work, ‘Gate of Hell’, exclaimed, ‘she’s a genius in painting this.. do you really mean!...’ he pointed towards her way of drawing the lines…a few years ago - Eve wished, to receive the debt her younger brother had been owing her - since she helped him to move to Sweden in the 1990 ties, back.he refused, and the court, even though Eve had his signature and date of lending out the many sums, on a handwritten contract - turned her down - and she, plus losing the debt of 220 000 sw had to pay the fee of the lawyers at 600 000 about it - this made a large economical sudden crash in her life - and besides that the confidence in her sambo were at question- cause he did a lousy statement in the witnesses’ chair.strangely enough - her almost two million Swedish kronor in apartment ownership - were soon after this incident, written over on her sambos’ name…so - Eve , is now even more forced to rely, upon relations with people , she’s too smart for…For the English readersGod is deadHe lives through usHe has never diedwe live because we have died…lam yallid wa lam yullad… sura 112 ayat 3… Mathnawi, Jalal ud Din Ruumi, Prophet asking Zayd ‘how are you today’answering ‘today I am a true believer’ death is the pangs and pains of birth… -Nietzsche Thus spake Zarathustra…***It is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and loveyouwhat we pronounceeither makes us evilor we fly with heavens wingsthe thoughts you saidyour thoughts now in your headis your living life todayit is what you dothat makes another heartpraise and love you***In the beginning was zikhr Allah... cause zikhr Allah, is The Act…***the call for prayer, fizzles out without meaning…a forced convention,makes the mind stray…when, even the name of God is too much to say…from now on let me follow my way…***All love stems from Allah… this is how love can have rules… if the notion would be the opposite… someone would say that Allah is the first born, wish to enslave the rest of creation…the very essence of love is such that you need no proof… therefore, never take a photo of someone you love, but solely for the reason of documenting crimes…***Best to say'I'm skizophrenic' before - there comes a day - when the debt of normalityyou'll have to pay...there are few things - so ugly and foulas the cluthching at normality - which there takes some time to seemost unnormal people - dreams about becoming stars…be unnormal - before the annoouncement of the Heavenly callwhen the "normal" actors - the idiots will have to pay - for polyhtheistic pretence…to be put into Hell - on the judgement day...***‘The poet Izzy Young ’’Eternity in an hour”’Izzy Young – is very brave-Izzy Young – is afraid - (to lose power)Izzy Young is afraid –Of the power in a flower!Of the powerOf an eternal hour!Izzy Young - is afraidof the Highest in his heart.He’s no coward-But - when he sees a meek and mild flower-He’s lost-He can’t fetch it – with his intellectual power!***Mahanaash... - your magical love - surrounds me...- if Allah above - denounces my love for thee...- there is nothing to be done...- but - if he wishes me - to marry thee...- what a great opportunity - to fall in love.... - soon - snow - might be falling down - on the cold earth... - as - I walk the ground - I see me livning together -. with a woman that loves me so much - money - means simply one of the abilities to keep in touch... -. but - if a woman loves me very much - she lets the love - plant the seed...- of marriage - she wishes - to go to Heaven - togehter with me... - if I could make you see - that money is one of the abilities...- but - there are more... - until - I get som other offer...- I creep down... to sleep on my friends floor...- I don't want to make any woman - to some kind of whore... - so please - understand that I'm poor... - let your feelings guide thee - towards something that could be much more...- when - women - talk about money - when - they crave for it... - I get sore... - I - simply - wish to unite - with your inner core...-***Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )The teacher- who do not sell his only soulIs -like the smallest child –Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.The teacher -Who sells his only soul…His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.Cause – what violence – may create -Blows away – like dust in the wind-by the break of day.***During daytime - I see her small moves, her eye glances- yet no proof…in the night she comes to me, in my dreams… kisses me… I feel the touch of her soul… she undresses herself to me… senseless I become, energy is overflowing inside me… one more less… suddenly my hand is there again… it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest… this is not a disease, it’s actually one of the best signs of health…. lover- come and fill me again… if - I refuse her love - I will be mentally disturbed… murderous idiots-how long - will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point toward a spot ‘heaven above’… is it out of jealousy? that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free?... you think - that real love-is something to be bought… real love - is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought….***Salafi’s dead gaze, doesn’t give much space, racing into a meaningless war, looks down upon the poor,wants a woman like a whore, lacks, love’s sweet core… despises, imaginative lore, always looking, for a reason and suspecting faithless treason.,looking peculiar, like they knew something, saying ‘it’s haraam’ when I sing…salafi here donetes the murderous sect, founded by Abdul Wahab and the English spy Heifer... not, early ancestors...***all love emits originally from Allah... this is how love can have rules…if the condition would be the opposite, and we say, Allah was created out of love, someone would say, tyhat Allah is the First Born, who wishes to enslave the rest of creatiuon by locking them into a fleshy dress...***During daytime, I see her small moves, her eye glances yet no proof, in the night she comes to me in my dreams kisses me I feel the touch of her soul, senseless I become… she undresses herself to me… energy is overflowing inside, me, one more less, suddenly my hand is there again it symbolizes her hand, soon life energy sprouts upon my chest, this is not a disease it is actually one of the best signs of health… lover come and fill me again, if I refuse her love I will become mentally insane… murderous idiots how long will you kill that thing which ye loves… and point towards a spot ‘heaven above’is it out of jealousy that you doesn’t want life energy to flow free… you think real love is something to be bought real love is free energy that doesn’t need to be sought---***Izzy Young, jovial - when people pretend to know youcause - at the point - could manipulate their minds...your name, as dangerous as cobra eyes...when it holds youblack - sionist - magic - makes you blind...don't deal in liesin a perverse supposition - that everyone wants to use your fame,to avoid being blamedthe one - lacking in shamebecomes a psychopathow could you - as unmercyful to othersbe saved from Allahs wrath?The European Labour Party, has the insight, that money is simply not only produced by work - but, as an investment, an expected accumulation...By actual fact, this is to disavow, the fact, that everything living, as long as it produces something useful, which is - not destructive, in a broad perspective actually could generate money...'Money’, is symbol value, a proxy, so called 'fiat currency' an agreed upon fungible proxy... - (fungible; is connected with analogy, two separate physical entities, gets the same symbol value...),A false bill, would in this case - not mean - that it is not looking like the others... but, that, it is not agreed upon, by the users, that the false producer, makes fiat currency out of his belongings.So when false bills, without cover-validity, appears on the market - I buy a thing with it and at the same time gets in debt, though unknowingly...The companies - produce a lot of products, payed by money which are simply made up, taken from empty space...This is called 'inflation..' and the society, such built, send out money as aid, which criminals seize, and forms oppressive power, in foreign countries... Then the debt of that state, grows, until, it becomes clear, that the consequence of this is that practically all politicians of that state - are controlled by IMF, or any other bank, which, by the sin of that loan, with riba (interest) on it, practically own a whole country, like Cyprus or Greece...Here we see the most important thing, in surveiling the decision makers money transferences...fascism, according to Kjell Lundqvist, is when the government, puts the possibility of accumulating fiat currency, in the hands of private interests, which can generate currency, by investments, thought to generate money, in a co operation, with a private bank...'It should be - in the hands of the government to agree, in an investment which releases further currency into the open market...'fiat currency has according to Kjell, the meaning of a fungible proxy, which means interchange-ability of look-alike separate physical entities, having the same value...The second point Kjell makes - is that co-operation, is the key word of present day modern hightechnology civilization, which by the pressing of a bottom, can wipe out millions and millions of people...therefore, armed conflict, has to be avoided, by most means, and the population, bear the oppression of 'the state' which in most cases - is 'fascistic' in the sense that it represents the economical interest of private banks - and - not the population at large...besides this - Kjell makes a queer, statement,the Swedish author Juri Lina, 'is crazy' because he presents only facts behind the scenes, and, no solutions..If you have a court case, it is not enough with theories, you cannot prove.A prerequisite for solving a case, are the facts, then in intelligent minds, solutions begin to appear.As Kjell - himself states; 'you cannot teach knowledge - (as the freemasons think), because, there has to be someone to understand it...'Swedish schools - mislead their ‘pupils’, who, gets the wrong concept that they 'know ' though, insightless in the fact, that their so called 'knowledge ' is not applicable in reality...inside barschecking journals,in sionistic clothes,hightuned rasping the foot,like the blueeyed innocence of the inmateswhere a laughable contemptful toy,poisonous white pills ordained by a well paid five point boy…rolling selling torture to patient victims filled with a fountain of joysorrow and woe,civil soldiers ready to grip, never out thought to slip, from their lips soft kicks mix, money madeon a false seed of tips…***Feminism... womans worst enemy today... -Picture of a woman cop - beating a junkie furiously,like he was a dusty carpet...men - jailed on false rape charges - like rats subjected to electrical chocks - as soon as they approach the opposite gender..gays - ruling the world...***you looked so sweetly over your beautiful ebenholtz shoulder - at me - your long blond hair by the shape of your exquisite body seemed to almost fly ...how come - you went away - as I unable to move forward - came closer - too careful approach right away...your beautiful shepherds dog, as you sat on a burnt out log - like a foggy haze - surrounding the memory...as you came - twinned hair the opposite way - Friday -I didn't recognize at first - spontaneously thought; beauty of that girl...as you looked down upon me - from the level - where the modells pry... I embraced thee in my dream - healthy child - wanted me in life...careful and guarding the infertile parts - where attrachtion stirs...your lips embraced mine - in a kiss - at absolute radiance - we united - in a flower - open - as to the sun...deeply I penetrated your body - until the rise - of the morning sun...though Allahs zikr - emitted from my eyes... you willfully committed, all your sweetness, at my disposal..‘the look of love alarms, cause it is filled with fire...' William Blake soft deceit, homeless are the people who attatch their dreams to the riches of this world... in the end no where to flee, a house blown to dust particles, in the end... unlucky the one who becomes satans friend...unmarried rashters, hold hands and kiss in the park...married couples, what they do at home is their privacy...'God is love'...this aspect is more important than the indestructabilitycause, if you disregard compassion and energy, you will be subjected by His Anger...if though you disregard the rules of love, you will stray far from Heaven above...their philosophy, is madness incarnate... prohibitions of love and disobeidiencewhich makes you both hate your 'teacher' and the girl walking down the street.and makes you unenlightened as your steps turn towards mechanistic ideas…because you ate of their meat, like being heated in the fire of Hell... and at the same time being forced to display, that everything is well...it might not be Allah which they praise so highly, but, their own misconception of reality...muslimun, or by whatever name they call themselves, might think that enlightment is their patented right... obtrusively, spitting up futile laws, that builds a Hell in Heaven despite...they really think, that by simply mentioning Allahs Prophets name, fear will be induced in their enemy, from its’ perception of truth refrain...the result none way, or another insane...the only sin is to ignore, what you shouldn't deplore...relying upon your memory, and old rusty ideas, laid down by old masters, must in the end, lead to disasters...why stick to the superstitious belief, that supernatural powers endowed to those who believed will save you from what ruins others, less in 'might' than thee, when the truth, in its simplicity is available, through Bodhisattvas clear eyed to see...***Poisonous moist...'they' do the same thing, with the skies, as they do with us...when tears should be flowing silently,there comes the fear, of poisounous moist...in our minds, a deadly serious murderous voice...they want all earth to become, like one of their playthings, manipullated toys...***Abdul Wahab, satans horn...possessed beings, meet with hidden scorneverywhere they see, pointed thornforlornby thruths exctacy...they wander distracted, nowhere to be;an free masonic creed, to the one possessed like morphin addicts, almost incurable need, evil seed!burn down to the ground...wish thee, nowhere on earth ever to be found...the earth is round, not flat,your shadow stretches in the east, the sun eventually will rise...'Paradise' is forbidden for thee, because they (the followers of Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahab that is) eternalized lies...your claim to be very wize...a payed prize... under the table,how many more tries, did Allah, give you again?your attempt to destroy Islam, will prove invain...Abdul Wahab, really insane, by the evil acts in murky night, thou ran after women and pleasure, a snake crawling with two heads... at either direction east and west may thy books all be burned with their manuscripts, and us other - may rest...Abdul Wahab, a mighty devil, which possesses the reader of his text, with a horrible demanding dark voice, like being stretched out on a torture bench... only being able to see one way...the mind, possessed, from life and love strays...your own life, like a candle without oxygen fades...through the possessed blows a deathening blow, which aims at blowing away living beings, in a storm of bloody haze...Life becomes like one of those days, where heaven, is totally hidden by grey, meaningless clouds, where even the rain, refuses to pour down...a desolate diseased dead town, a burnt out lawn...Abdul Wahab, you destroy the essence of my day... like blossoms fastly fading away...makes the naiiv woman afraid....how many of them, have you forced to get laid, while pouring down your sperm, like an air raid... how many necks have you burned, simply to get paid...may you have, what you said, tied around your neck, and thrown into the sea, burried deep beneath the waves…***what makes the people of fitna, less than zero, is their agreeing with Iblis, 'I am better than he...' even though this they might not say it outloud... this is fitna, to intend bad thinking about another though not saying it outright... the evil metaphors... One, two, three and four, fiveLust was emitted black-magically from his mouthNovus ordo seclorumBeat went onIn a trance inside heads blinded by parodyOf 99 names of loveThe number of the beast and sex21 and 320 and 4555 give me moreSex really freeAs pederasteriIn 33rd degree2 beats 33Really means sex freeFor 33rd degreeNumberologyOften used as black magickLike the question Andrej TarkovskijReceived in Italy"What is the common touch point of Galileo Galilei and Einstein?"AnswerBig Berta is missing5 times 3Demonic Novus Ordo SeclorumIndestructible partBlown to piecesLike an anguished beating heartSun, they sayIs one big atom bombWhich flesh spin around41 and 14, Albert sound"They were both wrong."Means they doesn't fit togetherLike an ice storm in dry summer weatherShould we worship the atom bomb?All bow downOr the big fartBlow defiers to piecesLike a severe thunderstorm"Me too! Want to be in the 33rd degree!""Pity would be no more if all were as happy as we.""Her beauty make me high!"222s, book magickTo rape one sinfully makes oneself sickFor each man kills the thing he loves
What would I careFor anybody anymoreTheir destinyHas become their conspiracyTheir feelings bound up in their economyTheir intellectual activityTheir familyLike they crawl in the electronical communityWhich seems to bring them all to fallWhy do we all get sick, Diu?
You let machines destroy your dreamsDreams come trueThey really usually doBut if you let a machine dream for youIt will dream you into hellLet your destructiveness come to youghtI dare not speak with you in letters anymoreJust like Young and Academy (but no more since 8 January 2013) you recognized my genialityThen afraid to go where the revealing water flowtried to drop my eternal poetryAnd stamp it 'uninterestingly' on the floorBetter to never have been bornThan the torment that awaitsThe conscious denier of truthIn hell's deepest depthsPersonally, do not flatterAnd say greatness, madness officiallyGive the same version!Fulfull given promises, speak seriouslyMay Allah protect me from displaying a force which I lackAnd by this, leaving me open for attackPoem
interfere nothing in matters of faith but solely against claimed believers making people unsafe....Interfere only in case, against claimed believers making people unsafe, but in such a way, at risk your own skin threatened and the object safe,Wives, do not betray husbands to wordly things gain, tell only what Truth Commands you, support the soul of eternal love, or openly divorce the sinful murderer,avoid entering into talks of curiousityunless you end up with secrets of horror and lack of spiritualitynever talk hiding secretly your craving for money and popularitysee the truth straight in the eye, prepared to tell your opinion state your mindat risk to fall from high or die***Marry WeOne me! O you one and Three,that desire may leave mefreeGods mercy winNot shytans sinningpleasure anxiety persishinto flowers of realityopened in springtime restclosed at nightUnited in light seeds of delight***0Lägg till en kommentar
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