Call of Generic Memory — Veleslav

Fiery sun in the sky — the Golden Kolovrat, Svarga Surya. Rekut: plays Sunny, flogs Fiery War Axe Pokutny thread that ties like a spider web, things earthly. As its center — that the Colo-axis rotations of the World: Stillness in the beyond, in the immutability of the upward call of Bozhskoy-century remains …

On Earth Mother — Russ-Slavs, grandchildren Dazh-gods, praise Trisvetloe Sun: ardent, sacred fires burning, brothers who are the smaller Heavenly Fire …
Darna Balts, the Dharma of the Indo-Aryans, Lad Slavic-Rus — the names are different, but the essence is one, for the Heart Wise man 'top picks. Every nation has its own path of Vsebogom intended, but if you look at the Earth from the heavens, we can see that the different way-road form a single pattern on it, and the loss of a highway for someone — upset the overall pattern of the World …

Once, during the dawn-Gray, the gods of our ancestors learned to follow in the earthly life paths of righteousness highest, rejecting falsehood, the heart of the sun turning. And it came to those whom it was given to farm the land, she studied in harmony with the rhythms of Mother Nature to live, Wisdom of forests, fields, rivers and other comprehending nature, and those who have been given to rule among equals, studied by the courts of conscience to judge stand firm for truth, and if need cases, even their lives for her place, whereas those to whom it was given to follow in the paths of the gods, but the Invisible Hidden manage mature, learned on the right to live, not rejecting the World, but to teach others to teach word- yes wise business rule … things have been a long time …

But now — Chernobog Above Ground wing stretched, shortened memory different, and they have forgotten ancient Veda, the truth Bozhskuyu — himself in the empty pendulum worldly lost. And they wander paths, winding roads that the Marshes but bogs been laid, the Sun red sleeve closed, Solar Signs of light on the stones of the ancient ancestors of the sputtered like the plague shy, Native Gods do not know, are not in the Spirit, but in the womb of getting rich . Wander — singing voices lisp glory of his purse, specially of those that any God they worship, and the songs of the Mother Nature is dying, drop down lists of the sacred tree, dry up the keys jingling, turn bright river in fetid swamp. Joy goes away with the Russian land, leave power, health and wisdom, there is only all mangled, painful, drooping — if indeed: Bright died Rusich proud gods, and in their place came a black god of death and decay, to whom the hearts of human groans and cry, pass out in the temple, built in his honor, not to be free and happy people, but cowardly and spineless slaves …

But what is it? Like a ray of light cuts through the darkness thickens, like summer rain washes away the scorched leaves ashes and cinders with pieces of light from the fires, kindled by the Black God! That — reviving great Russian Land — Solar Svetoruse; returned it the Old Gods, The Call awakened prophetic Russian Hearts — mighty and invincible The Call ancestral memory! ..

Glory Rod!
Pisano Veleslavom

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