Cernunnos
He is the God of the Gods for Gauls and Celts, equivalent of Zeus or Yahveh
He is the God of the Gods for Gauls and Celts, equivalent of Zeus or Yahveh
They were gigantic. They could fly without wings. They desired our females.
Our senses don’t fool us, but our brain and its damn programs.
Conspiracy against oneself, self-nourished by every repetition of the dominant thought
Powerful was the Ark. Dangerous, deadly it has been so many times.
Mathematicians are ecstatic about math. Others don’t understand their enthusiasm.
Live your dreams, join the pack of Flying Wolves and find the other half of your life
Pater Noster should have stayed in Latin. Nobody understood.
Whoever leaves has something in their eyes that alerts me: a dead man on probation.
Their perfect light illuminated the darkness. This glow made them irresistible.
Imagine a mould to make humans. We know the shape of this mould.
Archons are the Masters of Darkness, Matter and Sleep. Step by step, I see them clearer.