Anthroposophy, the philosophy of Rudolph Steiner, is so on the mark in so many areas, but still conforms to some key aspects of our dark age that prompts suspicion... His work is a puzzling layer.

Was born only 30 years after the inquisition officially ended and was allowed to grow his school based on a syncretic toroidal model of the body and the natural world, but still conformed to heliocentrism, Scaligerian chronology, and apparently left alone practical æther physics for electricity generation and medicine (as Wilhelm Reich studied and taught, whom died in prison).

Calling Steiner's work "New Age Luciferean" is way too simplistic and stupid, although if you're looking through a reactionary lens trying to chop down all abstractions from a literal biblical framework, it appears that way.

He spoke often about The War of All Against All, a time in the future that played out the logical conclusion of this entire satanic system.

The War of All Against All was when for everybody, without exception, anything that we hang onto that belongs to hell will burn, and those with the fortitude to conform to the will of the Pater, mind, body and soul, as it eternally exists, will make it through.

This is what the apocalypse we're barreling into appears to be about, with all kinds of factions believing clawing their way into bigger boats will save them from the waterfall that's plain to see down the line.

Steiner seemingly understood this better than anyone that's been permitted to instruct the public: that there's no actual way to "take over the world", despite all the present evidence that suggests that's what's happening.

Essentially everything that doesn't align with the Pater and Christ is neutralized sooner or later... it's not an ideology, or a political system, nor is it a belief in secret passwords to salvation, but a state of being directly in line with the eternal laws of cause and effect.

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Why This Shape Keeps Showing Up in Holy Places

Long before it was ever censored or laughed at, the vulva was sacred. Its form—soft, symmetrical, almond-like—was more than biological. It was cosmic. Known in sacred geometry as the vesica piscis, it’s the space formed by the overlap of two circles. A meeting point. A passage. A beginning.

This shape appears everywhere in medieval art, not always named, but unmistakably present. It holds saints, surrounds Christ, and forms the windows of cathedrals. Even when stripped of its bodily reference, its power remained—quiet, persistent, embedded in the architecture of the sacred.

So when scribes sketched it plainly in the margins of prayer books, they weren’t just being crude. They were remembering something older.

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🇬🇧 The Spires of Ukraine Were Tuned, Not Just Built

Ukrainian churches—especially those from the Cossack Baroque period—often rise in patterns that feel more harmonic than stylistic. Instead of a single dome, many have three, five, or even seven, stacked in vertical rhythm. The central dome is tallest, flanked by smaller ones, forming a balanced cluster that repeats across regions. It’s not the randomness of ornament—it’s the language of proportion.

At the tip of nearly every dome is a needle-like finial, often copper or gilded, capped with a cross or orb. These aren’t the rounded bulbs seen elsewhere. They’re long, narrow, and sharply tapered—conductive in material, consistent in shape, and strangely uniform. Paired with grounded stone bases and lightweight wooden or metal spires above, the contrast suggests layered construction—or preservation. Some spires feel older than their foundations.

Ukraine’s position at the edge of empires is often used to explain the architecture as blended or borrowed. But these spires don’t look eclectic. They look intentional. As if they came from a system that once understood resonance, height, balance—and how form could shape something more than space.

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🇬🇧 Germany 1880

This photo shows the etheric energy transferring to the building.

The fifth element, Æther.

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🇬🇧 "In the great war there is no place for the faint-hearted, the cowards. A criminal or an anarchist will be in better conditions than a bourgeois, an indecisive or a coward. They just need a nudge in the right direction. Only he who is born a hero has a place in our order. Only the Lord of Pure Will can march towards the end, breaking through the gates of the city of eternal life. Because the will, with its perseverance, creates what it contemplates. Only the savage hordes of Odin and Parsifal will reach the Grail."

Miguel Serrano

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Organ Locations:

1. Kings College Chapel, Cambridge, UK 🇬🇧

2. Catedral de Sevilla, Sevilla, Spain 🇪🇸

3. Bath Abbey, Bath, UK 🇬🇧

4. Ely Cathedral, Ely, UK 🇬🇧

5. Exeter Cathedral, Exeter, UK 🇬🇧

6. London Oratory, London, UK 🇬🇧

7. Capilla de San José, Sevilla, Spain 🇪🇸

8. Blenheim Palace, Woodstock, UK 🇬🇧

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To any man, woman, or learned professor who can demonstrate beyond contestation that this Earth upon which we dwell is a globe, spinning as they say, through the endless void!

The offer stands—firm and unyielding—as it has these many decades.
Yet none have claimed the prize.
None have shown the curve.
None have felt the spin.

Is it ignorance? Is it fear?
Or have we all been sold a fiction and called it science?

The realm is not as it appears.
The wise inquire. The slumbering mock.
The truth, however, remains still—and awaits its reckoning.

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🇮🇹 I pensieri mattutini cercano di andare sempre da qualche parte, come se volessero accorciare le distanze tra sé e l’impossibile.

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🇦🇺 Morning thoughts always try to go somewhere, as if to shorten the distance between themselves and the impossible.

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Good morning beautiful souls 🌷


🇧🇷 Os pensamentos matinais sempre tentam ir a algum lugar, como se quisessem encurtar a distância entre eles e o impossível.

(Fabrizio Caramagna)


Bom dia, lindas almas 🌷


🇫🇷 Les pensées du matin cherchent toujours à aller quelque part, comme pour réduire la distance qui les sépare de l'impossible.

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Bonjour belles âmes 🌷


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