xhale
21-07-2007, 01:12 PM
Hi
I found these Illuminati Patents
http://www.illuminaticonfessions.webfriend.it/articles.htm
and i was wondering if anyone know what "Orient Of Polaris / Oratory Of Enoq" Is.. It is at the bottom of the first document on the link i posted.. I Live in Norway, so would be nice to know :confused: the person who signed it, Nicholaj Frisvold, wrote this poem posted on a goth page i found..
http://darkcity.goth.no/?history=7
translated i goes something like this:
"Flames licking my body, like i was a goddess newly raised
from a piece of art. The walls are screaming, paint is falling
of horns, retinas and scalps off in strings, thick layers of pus
and inflammation. Some has seen enough, some has heard
more than they should, no one shall cry when the sky is thick
and full of angels in escape. Finally! The scream is heard from
hells mother-of-pearls gate from the nymphs pool. Some ask
when and some answer how. A fall where thousands of teeths
falls at the same time. The sky is torn like a dirty veil. The cells
are opened and the strings tie new knots in other rooms. A last
tragic act in the con-game of love. Some said birth, but that is
dead. No one listening anymore – and that is good. For what
words can carry the oil-dew and the silence of sea shells when
the world is dying with the beat of it own pulse. A last moan – finally
alone – in the heat, warmth, gagging, sadness and the black
extacy that floats to the surface of your eyes. Sewer!?"
"Nicholaj Frisvold"
anyone know who this person is? seems he is a grand master of some sort in norwegian freemasons.. what do you think of the poem?
I found these Illuminati Patents
http://www.illuminaticonfessions.webfriend.it/articles.htm
and i was wondering if anyone know what "Orient Of Polaris / Oratory Of Enoq" Is.. It is at the bottom of the first document on the link i posted.. I Live in Norway, so would be nice to know :confused: the person who signed it, Nicholaj Frisvold, wrote this poem posted on a goth page i found..
http://darkcity.goth.no/?history=7
translated i goes something like this:
"Flames licking my body, like i was a goddess newly raised
from a piece of art. The walls are screaming, paint is falling
of horns, retinas and scalps off in strings, thick layers of pus
and inflammation. Some has seen enough, some has heard
more than they should, no one shall cry when the sky is thick
and full of angels in escape. Finally! The scream is heard from
hells mother-of-pearls gate from the nymphs pool. Some ask
when and some answer how. A fall where thousands of teeths
falls at the same time. The sky is torn like a dirty veil. The cells
are opened and the strings tie new knots in other rooms. A last
tragic act in the con-game of love. Some said birth, but that is
dead. No one listening anymore – and that is good. For what
words can carry the oil-dew and the silence of sea shells when
the world is dying with the beat of it own pulse. A last moan – finally
alone – in the heat, warmth, gagging, sadness and the black
extacy that floats to the surface of your eyes. Sewer!?"
"Nicholaj Frisvold"
anyone know who this person is? seems he is a grand master of some sort in norwegian freemasons.. what do you think of the poem?