03-08-2014, 12:00 AM
First I want to state that I written triflety as we in our country, Mother Russia have a certain saying when one does not wishes to reap the fame from others while introducing himself and that is saying instead of "Who I am" "Introducing my "triflety" so that noone would, after that, be relating to that persona greatness, because realting to someone else as better and doing him favors, reduce the equality of whole group, it is the exact opposite of how James Bond introduce himself, overweening basterd...
As Warrior a Dreamer makes his own World by his own tastes, as that is the core everyone walk on path by and how I has been taught by my Grandfather - Shaman, Conjurer of Elements, Yogin, en Lector of Hypnosis and successor of sorceric lineage which roots runs deep within time and in place around Killimanjaro in the tribes already scattered in wind and still those teachings are held and handed from generation to generation by the bushman tribes who are living there and are not noticed by society. I was initiated into that Ancient Long-forgotten mysteries of Unknown and the mastery of stalking and dreaming, my predispositions always were similiar to Old Seers, as my stances in the trials of my teacher were always brutal and of dark nature.
I has been consecrated by my grandfather whom I to this day call Moon and Sky of the dark night of my Life, into mastery of Intent and after 35 years of periously, pushing and negateing real every-day life, living only on pedestrian bread and water and putting myself for long periods of time, sometimes even for more than 24hours into wooden box, painted on black with tar, builded for me by my benefactor, so that I would fit tightly in it and fully decapitating my importance of the man whom I were before, who selflishly lived by emotions of others and who were inadvertedly ruining life of everyone around by selfishness also clinging on the easiest and most wanton pleasures which lead me, before to punk and tekno lifestyle, drugs, alcohol, wenches, smuggling, all kinds of perversed pleasures, making money by pickpocketing, armed thefts, illegal races, organizing cock and dog fighting in rings.
My biggest mistake was working for mafia, where I had to torture people, severealy. One day, when we were collecting ransom from frightened shopkeepers in small town of Viborg my sidekick set a fraud on me and threw me over to the police to save his own cowardly ass and I had to spent 10 years in prison, which in Russia are not pleasant place, when you are almost everyday woken up by wooden paddle, everyday beign forced out in prison-poor outfit into cold snowy areal full of mud, and between worst and most brutal existences of what could be hardly called human beigns you can Imagine, If, I would to tell what animosities, how spineless and horrible things I had to do, what a **** I had to play to survive another day without getting beaten to blood, get broken limbs or stabbed into back in shower with rusty hand-made blade and how insane and paranoical I was from all that, you would not believe me, but I tell you this, my friend Ivan who I befriended there, killed himself by for hours smashing his head against wall in solitary cell, rather than to go back to that beastly and malicious enviroment of prisoners who could hardly be called humans, and experiences like that really makes you appreciate the beauty and opportunity of simple life without ever feeling boredom or disappreciation as thats what everyone has by not living in such a monstrous enviroment.
I am really not proud of the life of the man I used to be before.
I made a detour here, from what I want to convey and tell about myself, as I gave my whole life after coming out of prison to learning from my precious teacher and mainly to this task of recapitulating in small black wooden block I started to see more transparently, the world and the magic my brujoan teacher sometimes even more bluntly and fearfully imposed on me, so that I could awake to luminescent reality full of magic, everyday more and more and the fact that I do almost nothing in my free-time except doing job of a as "food-handler" in fast food restaurant "Kroshka-Kartoshka" and this old way of recapitulation.
I recapitulated the essence of myself and my previous lifes, so that I fully understand what I has been tought from my benefactor who taught me the mastery of intent an old african way of stalking which is metaphorically called "Black Mamba" and also remembering all the mysterious procedures through which are humans capable of inhuman feats, by my vigour self-developing practise of constant recapitulation I was able shift my awareness so deep into the darkness that I witnessed my past life, as I am reincarnation of Aztec priest and fearsome warrior, I was one of the first of those that begun with blood rituals, and the highest of those that called themselves Avatars of Tezcatlipoca and I was given name Black Jaguar as I was the one who reaped life force of most, humans for the power of sacred aztec civilization, through which I gained many powerful, but the more dark secrets as the only power I knew in my life was Awe.
After many years of this vigourous practise I has been able to literaly persuade but practicaly use my double anytime I wish, mainly in my sleep, I possess powers to teleport, rule elementals and has many knowledge through which I strive to iluminate and lighten up once again the allmighty awareness, dreams of others, so that we all may be that we we in depth know we already are, and I hope I will be able to do that for all, off you.
Mainly I just wanted to say Hello! zdrah-stvooy in my mother language.
My name is Dimytri Divnotvorov, currently living on the, by forest over-grewn outskirts of Mosque, spending weekends at my cottage in Siberian plains, hunting wildlife, fishing and hardening myself by swimming and diving in frozen lake, and I am glad I have finally found a community of a true seekers, sharp lifers and adventurers of awareness, which I hope and feel from you hearts you are...c'mon! even you the most little ones!
I do not find myself anyhow particuraly more special or better than anyone else, my grandfather taught me that we all have our own gifts that are invaluable, anytime and always for ourselves and even more to others, wheter we realize it or not.
As Warrior a Dreamer makes his own World by his own tastes, as that is the core everyone walk on path by and how I has been taught by my Grandfather - Shaman, Conjurer of Elements, Yogin, en Lector of Hypnosis and successor of sorceric lineage which roots runs deep within time and in place around Killimanjaro in the tribes already scattered in wind and still those teachings are held and handed from generation to generation by the bushman tribes who are living there and are not noticed by society. I was initiated into that Ancient Long-forgotten mysteries of Unknown and the mastery of stalking and dreaming, my predispositions always were similiar to Old Seers, as my stances in the trials of my teacher were always brutal and of dark nature.
I has been consecrated by my grandfather whom I to this day call Moon and Sky of the dark night of my Life, into mastery of Intent and after 35 years of periously, pushing and negateing real every-day life, living only on pedestrian bread and water and putting myself for long periods of time, sometimes even for more than 24hours into wooden box, painted on black with tar, builded for me by my benefactor, so that I would fit tightly in it and fully decapitating my importance of the man whom I were before, who selflishly lived by emotions of others and who were inadvertedly ruining life of everyone around by selfishness also clinging on the easiest and most wanton pleasures which lead me, before to punk and tekno lifestyle, drugs, alcohol, wenches, smuggling, all kinds of perversed pleasures, making money by pickpocketing, armed thefts, illegal races, organizing cock and dog fighting in rings.
My biggest mistake was working for mafia, where I had to torture people, severealy. One day, when we were collecting ransom from frightened shopkeepers in small town of Viborg my sidekick set a fraud on me and threw me over to the police to save his own cowardly ass and I had to spent 10 years in prison, which in Russia are not pleasant place, when you are almost everyday woken up by wooden paddle, everyday beign forced out in prison-poor outfit into cold snowy areal full of mud, and between worst and most brutal existences of what could be hardly called human beigns you can Imagine, If, I would to tell what animosities, how spineless and horrible things I had to do, what a **** I had to play to survive another day without getting beaten to blood, get broken limbs or stabbed into back in shower with rusty hand-made blade and how insane and paranoical I was from all that, you would not believe me, but I tell you this, my friend Ivan who I befriended there, killed himself by for hours smashing his head against wall in solitary cell, rather than to go back to that beastly and malicious enviroment of prisoners who could hardly be called humans, and experiences like that really makes you appreciate the beauty and opportunity of simple life without ever feeling boredom or disappreciation as thats what everyone has by not living in such a monstrous enviroment.
I am really not proud of the life of the man I used to be before.
I made a detour here, from what I want to convey and tell about myself, as I gave my whole life after coming out of prison to learning from my precious teacher and mainly to this task of recapitulating in small black wooden block I started to see more transparently, the world and the magic my brujoan teacher sometimes even more bluntly and fearfully imposed on me, so that I could awake to luminescent reality full of magic, everyday more and more and the fact that I do almost nothing in my free-time except doing job of a as "food-handler" in fast food restaurant "Kroshka-Kartoshka" and this old way of recapitulation.
I recapitulated the essence of myself and my previous lifes, so that I fully understand what I has been tought from my benefactor who taught me the mastery of intent an old african way of stalking which is metaphorically called "Black Mamba" and also remembering all the mysterious procedures through which are humans capable of inhuman feats, by my vigour self-developing practise of constant recapitulation I was able shift my awareness so deep into the darkness that I witnessed my past life, as I am reincarnation of Aztec priest and fearsome warrior, I was one of the first of those that begun with blood rituals, and the highest of those that called themselves Avatars of Tezcatlipoca and I was given name Black Jaguar as I was the one who reaped life force of most, humans for the power of sacred aztec civilization, through which I gained many powerful, but the more dark secrets as the only power I knew in my life was Awe.
After many years of this vigourous practise I has been able to literaly persuade but practicaly use my double anytime I wish, mainly in my sleep, I possess powers to teleport, rule elementals and has many knowledge through which I strive to iluminate and lighten up once again the allmighty awareness, dreams of others, so that we all may be that we we in depth know we already are, and I hope I will be able to do that for all, off you.
Mainly I just wanted to say Hello! zdrah-stvooy in my mother language.
My name is Dimytri Divnotvorov, currently living on the, by forest over-grewn outskirts of Mosque, spending weekends at my cottage in Siberian plains, hunting wildlife, fishing and hardening myself by swimming and diving in frozen lake, and I am glad I have finally found a community of a true seekers, sharp lifers and adventurers of awareness, which I hope and feel from you hearts you are...c'mon! even you the most little ones!
I do not find myself anyhow particuraly more special or better than anyone else, my grandfather taught me that we all have our own gifts that are invaluable, anytime and always for ourselves and even more to others, wheter we realize it or not.