Lo and behold! I saw a Vision of a god beneath the land of Ukraine, slumbering in deathless sleep, and dreaming of a time when lords and ladies of the ancient land of the Hyperboreans ruled in royal splendor, and kingly men kept watch over the land and protected the populace from the dangers and terrors of the outer lands beyond. In those times, the people were pure and golden of heart, and death was another form of joy, being but another exit into a blessed place. After many centuries, the descendants of the Hyperboreans migrated to unknown regions of the Earth, and spread their knowledge and wisdom to the distant peoples that populated the outer fringes of the Earth that once was. In His dream that to us mortals seems to span aeons, and to the god was a mere few seconds, unearthly music was heard, music that only the ears of gods can hear, inspiring the Immortals to slumber on in Their hallowed rest, and to beckon Them on in Their cosmic quest to chart the vast regions of the Universe, which is but a mere jumble of dirt and rocks to the gods, and to Them no more than another obstacle on Their way to supreme enlightenment. Kindergarten is a kind word to describe what the gods think of the world of today. In the shadow of the Kali Yuga, mass man and mass woman are hindrances to the faithful few who are not priveleged to watch with growing repulsion the squirming and writhing of the locusts that have taken the form of a deformed and demented humanity that now occupy the sacred realms that were once trodden by the holy Elite that held sacred rites on once-holy ground that the gods held in high esteem, only to spit upon it in these accursed and forsaken times, the dreaded Age of Death. In the still sacred lands that are hidden from the eyes and ears of the profane, I was priveleged to bear witness to the stirrings of the hidden god that sleeps under the land of the Ukrainians, and to hear his mumblings, which was as an earthquake to the common man and woman who felt the result of the god's stirrings in His sleep. In the days that are to come, His stirrings will become more pronounced, and terrible visions will afflict the people of the Slavic lands, dreams that will indicate to the Slavic People that they are in the midst of the Kali Yuga, and that there is no respite for the unclean and the faithless, who have turned their backs and their faces to the ways and kind of life that have formed the core of the Race-Soul that has been shaken to its foundations by the negligence of the people who were once its keepers and worshippers, and who now blaspheme and mock the very reason that gave it birth and purpose. In the very end, the Hidden God will shake off the dirt and the rocks that have covered Him like a blanket all these many centuries, and will rise once again to stride upon the Earth in all of His radiant and divine splendor, and is going to be a guiding light for the already blessed children of the land of Ukraine, and will be their savior and redeemer in order to guide them out of their drugged stupor that was injected into them by the minions of the Adversary, whose name I am forbidden to mention, for fear of becoming accursed by the Lords of Order and Chaos.
