Twilight Musings
Deep Reflection, Silence and Solitude
Part of the problem we are facing in the modern world is distraction. It makes it near impossible for man to have solitude and silence, which is the prerequisite of original thought. Distraction is one of the main reasons why we have been unable to create a better world. Most people are so addicted to the constant blather from electronic media that they get very irritated and bored when they are out in nature by themselves without "entertainment". How many times have I seen people out in the woods or at a lonely beach with a boombox? Honestly, it disgusts me to see people throwing their lives away like this, empty inside and without purpose in life they degenerate to mindless zombies.
Not only that but their zombie state is contagious and they take that contagion with them wherever they go, shattering the peace and silence of nature, defiling her by littering in the most sacred places. Oftentimes they seem to be driven by demonic forces, because they happen to show up usually when you are having a deep experience in nature or just getting in touch with your soul in the peace and solitude of nature or when you are about to do a sacred ritual.
Recently I spent time at a lovely serene lake with my dogs. The scenery there was uplifting to the spirit, especially at sunset. A pair of swans with four cygnets lived on that peaceful lake. They added an element of enchantment and otherworldly beauty. A few times I swam in the lake and the water was very healing. I even drank some on several occasions and it tasted clean and sweet. Then came the hot days of summer. Suddenly the shores of the lake were dotted with people. Rubbish was lying everywhere, cans and refuse, discarded clothing, glass bottles, broken paddles, even condoms, it was an abomination. And then a group of soulless people started catching and killing off the cygnets, one by one over a period of a few weeks. One day all the cygnets were all gone, only the adult swans swam dejected on the lake, on separate ends rather than in unison as before. Shortly after the male swan was gone, and two weeks later the female disappeared. The banks of the lake looked like a slum for weeks and weeks after that and are still not clean now.
This is what zombies do: they defile and destroy everything. And it is getting more and more difficult to get away from them, to find peace and solitude, and to be in one's own thoughts without interruption. I love deep thinking -- and deep thinking and self reflection require silence and solitude. And there is yet another hindering factor to deep thought and spiritual insights: interference by electromagnetic fields generated by cell phone towers, TVs and wireless technology, all of which keeps the mind in a low vibrational state, unable to attain enlightenment or communion with one's soul, unable to think lofty thoughts or be truly creative. Our minds are effectively in an electromagnetic prison.
So what can we do?
Not only that but their zombie state is contagious and they take that contagion with them wherever they go, shattering the peace and silence of nature, defiling her by littering in the most sacred places. Oftentimes they seem to be driven by demonic forces, because they happen to show up usually when you are having a deep experience in nature or just getting in touch with your soul in the peace and solitude of nature or when you are about to do a sacred ritual.
Recently I spent time at a lovely serene lake with my dogs. The scenery there was uplifting to the spirit, especially at sunset. A pair of swans with four cygnets lived on that peaceful lake. They added an element of enchantment and otherworldly beauty. A few times I swam in the lake and the water was very healing. I even drank some on several occasions and it tasted clean and sweet. Then came the hot days of summer. Suddenly the shores of the lake were dotted with people. Rubbish was lying everywhere, cans and refuse, discarded clothing, glass bottles, broken paddles, even condoms, it was an abomination. And then a group of soulless people started catching and killing off the cygnets, one by one over a period of a few weeks. One day all the cygnets were all gone, only the adult swans swam dejected on the lake, on separate ends rather than in unison as before. Shortly after the male swan was gone, and two weeks later the female disappeared. The banks of the lake looked like a slum for weeks and weeks after that and are still not clean now.
This is what zombies do: they defile and destroy everything. And it is getting more and more difficult to get away from them, to find peace and solitude, and to be in one's own thoughts without interruption. I love deep thinking -- and deep thinking and self reflection require silence and solitude. And there is yet another hindering factor to deep thought and spiritual insights: interference by electromagnetic fields generated by cell phone towers, TVs and wireless technology, all of which keeps the mind in a low vibrational state, unable to attain enlightenment or communion with one's soul, unable to think lofty thoughts or be truly creative. Our minds are effectively in an electromagnetic prison.
So what can we do?
Let Nature Empower and Teach You
The remedy is nature. When going out in the woods on your own, or sitting at a lonely beach at twilight, or when meditating with a tree, your soul and Higher Self finally get a chance to communicate with you. The enemy of mankind knows this, and hence keeps us distracted and in fear. It is not safe to go into the woods, or be by yourself, they tell you. Maybe this is true, but I couldn't care less. I have walked the woods since I was 3 years old -- with my father of course but he never mollycoddled me. In fact he once even left me alone for a few minutes at midnight in the woods. He taught me the way of nature, and passed on to me his love for things wild and free. And this has been a great blessing to me. Because I will not be tamed, and I will not stay confined to a lifeless house nor to the cesspool of a modern city, locked away from reality, nature and my true essence.
So many times when I was out in nature by myself, magical things would happen. Admittedly, some of those incidents were a bit scary, for instance encounters with certain spirit beings such as a fox spirit and another time a wolf man. Yet these encounters were also beneficial as they expanded my view of reality. Some of my experiences were outright dangerous, such as when my dog fell off a five meter cliff and I had to do a dangerous rescue manoeuvre that involved climbing and jumping off a steep wall and onto a rock submerged in the sea followed by scaling a 5 meter sheer rock wall with my dog in tow! Another time I had to rescue my dogs who had fallen into quicksand and were fast sinking. We all could have died that day but I managed to keep a clear head and did what needed to be done. And these adventures changed me too. They taught me that my physical strength and abilities are way beyond what I myself hold possible, and that when push comes to shove, I can stay calm and focused in the face of grave danger. It must be the Berserker gene from my Viking ancestors that in such situations lends me great strength and lets me ignore physical discomfort or pain until the crisis is over. This too has been a blessing to me.
So many times when I was out in nature by myself, magical things would happen. Admittedly, some of those incidents were a bit scary, for instance encounters with certain spirit beings such as a fox spirit and another time a wolf man. Yet these encounters were also beneficial as they expanded my view of reality. Some of my experiences were outright dangerous, such as when my dog fell off a five meter cliff and I had to do a dangerous rescue manoeuvre that involved climbing and jumping off a steep wall and onto a rock submerged in the sea followed by scaling a 5 meter sheer rock wall with my dog in tow! Another time I had to rescue my dogs who had fallen into quicksand and were fast sinking. We all could have died that day but I managed to keep a clear head and did what needed to be done. And these adventures changed me too. They taught me that my physical strength and abilities are way beyond what I myself hold possible, and that when push comes to shove, I can stay calm and focused in the face of grave danger. It must be the Berserker gene from my Viking ancestors that in such situations lends me great strength and lets me ignore physical discomfort or pain until the crisis is over. This too has been a blessing to me.
Pure Magic and Enchantment
Last not least there were the moments of pure enchantment, of a magick so high and pure, it needed no tools. It came from the innermost core of my being and affected physical reality around me -- visibly. Those were the moments of bliss, of deep communion with nature, the wights, the ancestors. Often those were accompanied by the appearance of spirit lights. Sometimes photos taken in these magickal places revealed various orbs and other anomalies. All these experiences happened in lonely places in nature or at earth power points. Many of them happened at twilight. Most of them happened when I was all by myself, a few were witnessed by friends, who were of sufficiently high vibration and sobriety to be granted these sights by the spirits. No, I would not miss my solitude, nor my wanderings in nature and my times of deep reflection -- not for anything in the world. They have been instruments of transformation for me and bestowed joy and spiritual gifts and blessings that make life worth living.
Fundamental Questions
The questions people ask me most frequently are: "how can I increase my power? How can I find myself? How can I connect with my soul / Higher Self? What is the purpose of my life?" The answer to all these questions is already inside of you. Do not waste your time and money by going to psychics with these questions. It is you who has to find the answers. And the way to do so is by seeking silence and solitude, by going out in nature on your own or with your dog, by being still and receptive so the the spirits can speak to you. You will need to learn how to silence the constant chatter of the left brain, the inner narrator, because that is the greatest block to being in tune with the universe.
Meditation is a most useful tool to thin out the clutter in your mind and attain inner silence. You will also need to learn to truly respect nature and the spirits by making offerings to them, being respectful to trees, plants, animals, even rocks and to sacred places. Remember, the spirits are watching you at all times, you cannot hide your transgressions against nature from them. Finally when you are in tune, strong and wise enough to see the hidden reality, when you have sufficient sobriety and respect for Otherworld beings, then only they will come to you. And they will enrich your life, expand your consciousness, alter your world view and forever change you -- for the better.
Meditation is a most useful tool to thin out the clutter in your mind and attain inner silence. You will also need to learn to truly respect nature and the spirits by making offerings to them, being respectful to trees, plants, animals, even rocks and to sacred places. Remember, the spirits are watching you at all times, you cannot hide your transgressions against nature from them. Finally when you are in tune, strong and wise enough to see the hidden reality, when you have sufficient sobriety and respect for Otherworld beings, then only they will come to you. And they will enrich your life, expand your consciousness, alter your world view and forever change you -- for the better.
Soul Connection
Other times you may not connect with spirits, but you connect with your soul or your Higher Self. You will get clarity on important matters in your life, solutions to your problems, increased wisdom, inner strength and resolve. These moments are equally precious. How many hours we waste every week, how many minutes every day spent in useless activities or with mind numbing entertainment? If you truly want to grow spiritually, expand yourself, experience the mystery, be in touch with your soul, then you need to set some time aside every day. Making time for meditation, communion with nature and deep reflection, in silence and solitude, away from your cell phone, TV, radio, computer etc, is the most important thing you can do for yourself. Another helpful tool is journaling those experiences and insights, so you can see your growth over time, have a record of your accomplishments and tasks yet undone and to anchor these experiences and the wisdom gained deeper into memory and the core of your being. And so I am sharing with you, one of my moments of deep reflection, from my personal journals. It is unchanged, raw as I wrote it down, in semi darkness, while looking out over the silent forest and the sea, while the light faded and night fell.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Twilight Musings -- My Journals, March 2013
In the last weeks and days a sorrow and a sadness has crept up on me. I tried to hide from it by distracting myself, watching movies of more heroic days. They made me even sadder. We have lost our freedom, not just in the last few years, but long ago. And the very saddest thing is that most men live in ignorance of their servitude. Yes, something feels wrong, deep inside, but it is so easy to deny the voice of the heart and listen only to the chattering of the rational mind.
My heart is heavy because I cannot live without freedom. I am like a hawk, I must soar and fly free on the wind, but now I am grounded, my wings clipped; and the sky is no longer blue as it was, when my ancestors raised their eyes to the blue expanse of the sky and praised Odin and Thor, the gods of our forefathers, forgotten as the children of today have forgotten what azure blue means. The sky is no longer the limit, rather we are limited by fences and chains that men have made, men with evil hearts who hate beauty, hate the creation and all therein. They revel in destruction, in the defiling of all that is good and beautiful.
My heart is heavy because I cannot live without freedom. I am like a hawk, I must soar and fly free on the wind, but now I am grounded, my wings clipped; and the sky is no longer blue as it was, when my ancestors raised their eyes to the blue expanse of the sky and praised Odin and Thor, the gods of our forefathers, forgotten as the children of today have forgotten what azure blue means. The sky is no longer the limit, rather we are limited by fences and chains that men have made, men with evil hearts who hate beauty, hate the creation and all therein. They revel in destruction, in the defiling of all that is good and beautiful.
I am sitting by the window and it is twilight. I feel it maybe twilight for humanity too. Not much time left, then the long dark will come and swallow all that was once bright and beautiful. The flowers are already fading, leaving this dimension, as many animals have and many human souls. Fog is moving in over the bay and hiding the sea. There aren't many water worlds like ours in this galaxy or beyond. Mother Earth is something very special. My heart has always been with the sea. Sometimes I wish I could turn myself into a whale or a dolphin and swim in the peace and calm of the ocean until my days come to an end. But the ocean's song has been blotted out by the noise of all the ship engines and other awful machinery that man has made. I wish this age of machines would end and some great cataclysm would wipe out this civilisation that has become so perverse, has forgotten the creator's way, is harming the earth and all creatures on it. This civilisation is a disease and I can only hope it will end soon, even if it were my death. My spirit will go on to regions of joy and bliss, where I have often been in my wanderings, until this body, this cage of flesh and bones pulled my soaring spirit down once again - like a hawk with broken wings.
The wind is moving the tree tops and the light is fading fast now. All is peaceful, apparently so, but I can feel the sorrow of this world. Mothers are crying whose children are sick, sons and daughters are in sorrow as their parents died long before their time, from the poison that is forced on us, in food, water and the air. Sometimes I think it would have been easier had I never experienced the Oneness, the Great Wonder. Knowing what we ought to be and seeing what we have become is killing me. Knowing how a human being is meant to live on the earth and seeing the perversions people indulge in is hard to endure. I hate the cities, the noise and dirt, the stench of millions of chemicals and of toxic people.
But I will not give up. Even though my heart is bleeding every day, even though I am alone, more alone than people will ever know, even though I long for the peace that only death can bring, I will stay here to the fullness of my days, to the completion of my task. And maybe, though I have little hope, maybe we can still win and defeat this evil on this planet once and for all before my days are done. That would be a great victory and the greatest joy. But if not, then we will have to fight on from the other side.
The most important thing may after all be not the winning but staying true to oneself, no matter what happens, and staying apart from this evil that is about to swallow this world. The light has faded, it is almost dark. The stars are not yet visible in the sky, it may be too hazy. I miss them, as I miss my star family and my friends in the beyond. How strange, I have more friends in the beyond than on this side of reality! One day the light will return and shine on a cleansed planet. Will there be humans then? I do not know. Maybe their days will be done, like the days of the dinosaur. Because they were just too damn stupid and sluggish! Apathy has been our downfall, and I have to fight it within myself too, every single day.
A warrior never gives up, not until the last breath. There may be little hope of victory now but one thing we can still do: hold true and fight to the end. And maybe that is all that remains, as the darkness blankets the land. I will not forget who I am and where I am from, nor where I am going. Still no starlight but I will see it soon, if not today then another day. And one day, maybe not far now, I will fly among the stars to the origin of my people, to dwell with my forefathers and there will be rejoicing and celebration. There will be love and honour and peace and joy, and the days will be full with happiness and purpose under another brighter sky. Until that day, I will fight for truth, until the day I die. May the Gods be with me and give me strength to hold true until the end!
The wind is moving the tree tops and the light is fading fast now. All is peaceful, apparently so, but I can feel the sorrow of this world. Mothers are crying whose children are sick, sons and daughters are in sorrow as their parents died long before their time, from the poison that is forced on us, in food, water and the air. Sometimes I think it would have been easier had I never experienced the Oneness, the Great Wonder. Knowing what we ought to be and seeing what we have become is killing me. Knowing how a human being is meant to live on the earth and seeing the perversions people indulge in is hard to endure. I hate the cities, the noise and dirt, the stench of millions of chemicals and of toxic people.
But I will not give up. Even though my heart is bleeding every day, even though I am alone, more alone than people will ever know, even though I long for the peace that only death can bring, I will stay here to the fullness of my days, to the completion of my task. And maybe, though I have little hope, maybe we can still win and defeat this evil on this planet once and for all before my days are done. That would be a great victory and the greatest joy. But if not, then we will have to fight on from the other side.
The most important thing may after all be not the winning but staying true to oneself, no matter what happens, and staying apart from this evil that is about to swallow this world. The light has faded, it is almost dark. The stars are not yet visible in the sky, it may be too hazy. I miss them, as I miss my star family and my friends in the beyond. How strange, I have more friends in the beyond than on this side of reality! One day the light will return and shine on a cleansed planet. Will there be humans then? I do not know. Maybe their days will be done, like the days of the dinosaur. Because they were just too damn stupid and sluggish! Apathy has been our downfall, and I have to fight it within myself too, every single day.
A warrior never gives up, not until the last breath. There may be little hope of victory now but one thing we can still do: hold true and fight to the end. And maybe that is all that remains, as the darkness blankets the land. I will not forget who I am and where I am from, nor where I am going. Still no starlight but I will see it soon, if not today then another day. And one day, maybe not far now, I will fly among the stars to the origin of my people, to dwell with my forefathers and there will be rejoicing and celebration. There will be love and honour and peace and joy, and the days will be full with happiness and purpose under another brighter sky. Until that day, I will fight for truth, until the day I die. May the Gods be with me and give me strength to hold true until the end!
Copyright © Avalon Sakti, 31.03.2013
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