For a person who decided to turn to the ancient knowledge of their ancestors, a natural question may arise: where to get the texts of hymns, requests and addresses to the Heavenly Family?

Our Aryan ancestors did not know prayers. They believed it was fair that prayers were a form of self-debasement and humiliated a person and brought him down to the level of slavery.

The cosmic hierarchy will not accept man-made prayers. This is because the celestial field – the galactic spiritual presence of beings is our human ancestors. To attempt to draw something from relatives is only to humiliate them with it.

You can ask for relatives, but you can’t beg them. ‘Prayers’ appeared with the emergence of artificial religions, such as Judaism and Christianity on Earth. As we know, in these religions, direct kinship connections between man and the higher cosmic consciousness are denied.

Our ancestors addressed the blood hypostasis of Rod and to him using demands what was required) and appeals. Also communicate with the field structures of the Universe and modern adherents of the ancient religion, so the non-Linguists still have a lot to learn.

Any appeal to the gods, demands or hymns can be composed by man himself, as it seems more acceptable to him. Anthems, and demands, and appeals to the heavenly hierarchy or the Kind can be boldly created by ourselves and it will be right.

Let’s say more: the best and most reliable addresses are spontaneous when a person turns directly to God without pre-made texts, that is, from the soul, from the heart.

The cosmic field – the world of the Spiritually Divine and the souls of our departed always responds to such an appeal, and it can be easily checked.

The heavenly hierarchy is pleased to respond to poems and especially songs. That’s why our ancestors preferred to communicate with the gods through poems and hymns-songs, the main thing is that they came from the heart and soul.

THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE

“I am no more afraid of dying than I was of being born.”

– Spartacus.

All is true and all is real,

Where mystic instincts I conceal,

And yes, there’s folk though pleasing be,

But never reach the inner me.

Instinct tells we lived before,

The Reaper Grim closed mortal door,

In other world between, I slept,

Till mortal once again I wept,

To see your face so pure and kept.

In reveries where dreams come true,

I instant fell in love with you,

A kindred spirit who once was bliss,

When I alone would breathe your kiss,

Sleep sweet between I reminisce.

The Reaper Grim we cheat avoid,

When soul mates reach across the void,

Linked as one in endless chain,

Together we will love again,

And so, I sleep but not in tomb,

But wait for you in Cosmic womb.

Michael Walsh Forbidden Poetry