WU-HAE „Krakowiaczek”

Istnieje interpretacja że to Hitler był Kalkinem.

These are the dregs
The last grains of the age
It may be the hourglass
Or earth covering earth

But not in Bethlehem
Not in Jerusalem
Not in Chorazaim
And not in Bethsaida

On a white horse he comes
Blazing sword in burning hand
„Lo, I am become death
The destroyer of worlds”

His hands are backed up
They’re straining at his neck

What colour shall we rank in him?
What face shall we deliver him?

There may be the black dog
There may be the white dog
Hitler comes as Kalki
Kalki comes as Hitler

Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
But meaningless lights
Still hold our attention
We think that the holy books
Are written in blood and fire
But what if it’s water?

Hitler comes as Kalki
Kalki comes as Hitler
Everything becomes emptiness
But goes through fire
Secret mother (gsang yum chen mo)
Secret fater (gsang yab chen po)
Hitler becomes Kalki
Kalki becomes Hitler
White horse and red horse

Christ twists on the cross
Christ smiles in the guttering rubble

He brings not peace but a sword
Maybe the ocean roars immaculate
Maybe the stars fall incomprehensible

Oh these all tell me
These all spell to me

Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Where’s your god now?

I’ll point out his varied forms to you:
One: He hangs on the end of a tree
Two: He’s nailed to the arms
Of that self-same tree

And three: He spins and soars

And laughs through space
One day the world sees
Oh one day the world sees

Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
He lies matted
Half in time and half in space

Through the rising incense smoke
I see him in a crouded room
I see him crossing the mountain range

If we see man at his most bloody
If we see man at his most base
Shall we then and there say

„This is reality; this is his nature”?
what makes the pain
More real than the joy?
Both are so mignled

And muddied together
To pull them apart
We butcher the essence
And cripple its meaning

God is on the cross
Or three gods perhaps
If they are all one

Neither coming nor going
Neither waxing nor waning
But immense in their unity

Matter and space
He rides between the spaces
And he rides between the pain
In the secret heart of becoming
In the secret modes of darkness

His eyes are now shuttered windows
Oh man man man man

With his claws and his lies
With his peace and his pain
With his love and his sorrow
With his candle of hope

That stutters and dies
No liberation through hearing
When the sound of the world’s collapsing

Deafens deafens deafens our ears
And pierces our hearts
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Rolling and roaring

Exultant and trembling
Sorrow sorrow sorrow
Where the eagle flies
Where the eagle shudders
Where the eagle drops
Where the eagle plummets
All things merging
And all things dissolving
Then stars collapse
The vortex commences in space
The rubble collects
The debris gathers
Time starts to shiver
By heart’s blood
If I dissolve into your body
If I hoped to find
White light in your soul
If together we fall into forever
Would we not notice the turbulence
That no longer waits?
First he comes
From on a hill
Then he’s running
Throughout the town
Then he stands
Devoid of peace
Devoid of place

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuNZbcJB26g

Tak to jest z pasożytem, im bardziej próbujesz go zrzucić, tym bardziej walczy, bo jak go zrzucić to dla niego już koniec, jak nie znajdzie sobie nowego żywiciela to zdechnie. Jak matrix czuje że zbyt wielu się wybudza, to musi kontratakować. Taka ciekawostka z drugiej ręki, podobno wg. Tybetańczyków Kalki ma wyprowadzić z Shambhali armię 144,000 wojowników prowadzonych przez 12 wodzów, to może ci śpiący pod Giewontem 🙂 Ciekawe że ta liczba się często przewija w różnych miejscach. Jedno jest pewne, to jest ostateczna rozgrywka, dlatego atak jest tak silny, a jak to się rozstrzygnie czy w jakiś „epicki” sposób, czy może po prostu nie mniej wspaniałym masowym przebudzeniem i masą krytyczną przebudzonych ludzi, to już się zobaczy.