This is wondrously beautiful. I think the Tuatha de Danann are the direct offspring of the Hyperborean Aryans who descended here from the higher realms aeons ago to battle the children of the Demiurge and his Archons.
Utterly facinating weaving of stories and mythologies from Eriú to Tibet, epic beautiful poems of the Túatha de Dannan, written by Siofra. This blog is a jewel-like gift of many facets and hues, listen to the excerpts read by Siofra from 'The time I got Lost in Shambala', perfect for armchair exploration of roads less travelled, betwixt and between. A joy!
in past life i was there...."I propose to you a Vulgate and mutilating calamus in the blood of the Mashiaj who would be born here in metaphorical festivities of the Himation in my own geodesy, and from everything that has been thrown at Gaia and her Titans, you will see that I have learned to walk with lacerated feet and mutilated arms, headless and no apostille that says that my brooding no longer exists in its neglect of Me, darkness is Laodicea; where it rains the shepherds who, due to unknown wisdom, capsize before the Gods who are to come, all of them from the crippled sky through the passages of time, rickety from their colonnades and acroteras that all splice everything, here the needy will provide food for sap that they will recover from their powers with black wool from copings and nests from Heylel, from underreigns of Pergamum with annals and diasporas in less wealthy farmhouses without hindrance from the Spolia Opima as rich spoils or trophies that I will reborn, referring to my Áspis Koilé with coats of arms and other effects that a general of ancient Rome who remained as Apollo's laurel, now I will dispossess them after defeating them with my hairy hand of incontinent eternity defeating them with my legion in the Battle of Patmya, from Triplós Kosmous Lynphoma"
The Zoroastrian radicalism will have to hold wanderings and limes, when nothing was ever to begin, what becomes loud in the face of evil wits will make dualisms that will polarize the influence of making the day only darkness, and for the faithful the light of day when they were summoned by Ezequiel, and that he has to know better than fragments of the day that will contain the night and portions of the night light of day in the resurrection that is based on eternity taking the Mashiaj above all the infinities of the gloomy homage that expiated himself in chiaroscuro, thus enslaving the stunned afternoon that departed from trances in terrestrial conjunctions, of which usufruct by the kosmous exorcised the ages that are subject to its patrimony of commemoration! You must know that the power of night over day as invoice possession rows of apprehensions that narrow in your transits without repatriation!
Holding is an inclination during all premature periods, in which the day does not abdicate to amplitudes of unconditional freedom of execration, which cruelly leads to zephyrs of the Thuellai with pellets mounted on the Malatia, and frolics that engender the life of a Palliated Superstition in which it appears of a multitude of fallen bodies, but without a contracted soul. "Make even potential morbidity reject the horrendous and terrifying that persecutes the most laudable and kind, that abjures that not everything is good, but rather it will be charitable, you must make efforts from the haze of Theosképasti extending the relief of not being cataloged as a non-living being when referring to dialogue with the shadows of Horror!
This is wondrously beautiful. I think the Tuatha de Danann are the direct offspring of the Hyperborean Aryans who descended here from the higher realms aeons ago to battle the children of the Demiurge and his Archons.
Utterly facinating weaving of stories and mythologies from Eriú to Tibet, epic beautiful poems of the Túatha de Dannan, written by Siofra. This blog is a jewel-like gift of many facets and hues, listen to the excerpts read by Siofra from 'The time I got Lost in Shambala', perfect for armchair exploration of roads less travelled, betwixt and between. A joy!
ThAnk you 🧚🏾♂️🧚🏻♀️🙏
in past life i was there...."I propose to you a Vulgate and mutilating calamus in the blood of the Mashiaj who would be born here in metaphorical festivities of the Himation in my own geodesy, and from everything that has been thrown at Gaia and her Titans, you will see that I have learned to walk with lacerated feet and mutilated arms, headless and no apostille that says that my brooding no longer exists in its neglect of Me, darkness is Laodicea; where it rains the shepherds who, due to unknown wisdom, capsize before the Gods who are to come, all of them from the crippled sky through the passages of time, rickety from their colonnades and acroteras that all splice everything, here the needy will provide food for sap that they will recover from their powers with black wool from copings and nests from Heylel, from underreigns of Pergamum with annals and diasporas in less wealthy farmhouses without hindrance from the Spolia Opima as rich spoils or trophies that I will reborn, referring to my Áspis Koilé with coats of arms and other effects that a general of ancient Rome who remained as Apollo's laurel, now I will dispossess them after defeating them with my hairy hand of incontinent eternity defeating them with my legion in the Battle of Patmya, from Triplós Kosmous Lynphoma"
The Zoroastrian radicalism will have to hold wanderings and limes, when nothing was ever to begin, what becomes loud in the face of evil wits will make dualisms that will polarize the influence of making the day only darkness, and for the faithful the light of day when they were summoned by Ezequiel, and that he has to know better than fragments of the day that will contain the night and portions of the night light of day in the resurrection that is based on eternity taking the Mashiaj above all the infinities of the gloomy homage that expiated himself in chiaroscuro, thus enslaving the stunned afternoon that departed from trances in terrestrial conjunctions, of which usufruct by the kosmous exorcised the ages that are subject to its patrimony of commemoration! You must know that the power of night over day as invoice possession rows of apprehensions that narrow in your transits without repatriation!
Holding is an inclination during all premature periods, in which the day does not abdicate to amplitudes of unconditional freedom of execration, which cruelly leads to zephyrs of the Thuellai with pellets mounted on the Malatia, and frolics that engender the life of a Palliated Superstition in which it appears of a multitude of fallen bodies, but without a contracted soul. "Make even potential morbidity reject the horrendous and terrifying that persecutes the most laudable and kind, that abjures that not everything is good, but rather it will be charitable, you must make efforts from the haze of Theosképasti extending the relief of not being cataloged as a non-living being when referring to dialogue with the shadows of Horror!