Svenssongalaxen: Svensson deliberating -- about vocabulary, about sublimity, about reality, about art...

onsdag 24 juni 2026

Svensson deliberating -- about vocabulary, about sublimity, about reality, about art...

Om shrî paramâtmane namah...

Welcome to this preachment.

Amen, om, Ymir, Omma...

This post will collect some diverse statements and reflections, all of them symbolizing "the total outlook" -- the holistic, all-encompassing circus show of Svenssonism.

Shambhala Song

We shall begin with a song I've made. To be precise, I've put new lyrics to an old song.

(melody, Memphis, Tennessee)

Long distance information to Shambhala-Agartha
Help me get in touch with my Trueman urheimat
It’s not so far away, in fact, it’s here inside my heart
That’s the way to do it man, you really are so smart.

Last time I went to space I was thrown into the sun The solar angels greeted me and said I’d better run Return to where you’re coming from, return and preach the light Help your fellow humans to escape from the night.

Preaching time is here my friend, teaching every man
We’re heading for some glorious times, we’re doing all we can
Oppression time is over with, now we’re running free
Finally the sun will rise and I will drink some tea.

Burke Sublime

The romantic strain in literature is what I now write about.

And its core value pretty much is this: Burke's idea of the sublime.

And this sublimity, this interest in the wild and unruly and indescribable, leads to appreciation of Bible books like Isaiah and Revelations, and to the concept of "Shakespeare's freedom from antique paragons". He ignored the demand for "unity of time, space and plot" and made a more free disposition.

The sublime ideal: it makes you understand Milton's Lucifer figure, and European folk poetry, the Edda, folk saga... and it's leading to the creation of poesy like the works of Ossian, and that of Thomas Gray, Byron, Coleridge -- that is, a very exciting and fruitful stream of English literature, yea, of Faustian literature at large... it virtually IS Faustian literature, it coming into its own after having mindlessly tried to copy antique styles, or just being "a lecture in poetic form" as was the style during the Enlightenment.

Actionist concepts

We will continue this preachment by meditating on some Actionist concepts.

Actionism is The Only Way, a doctrine I formulated and published in 2017. Core concepts of it are:

Action as Being. -- This means that we all have to act; there is no way of being neutral by "doing nothing"... we all at least have to sustain our bodies by breathing. Breathing is an act.

Action Man, Absolute Man. -- To be is to do, to do is to be... "do-be-do-be-do" as Old Blue Eyes sang...

ESWY: Everything Starts With You. -- You can't live "publicly", live according to established rules of "how a citizen should act". You must serve yourself, make yourself happy. Only than can you proceed aout into the world and perhaps be a socially apt figure -- but only then.

Âtma-tattva -- andevetenskap -- Geisteswissenschaft -- spirit science. -- This is the metaphysical basis of Actionism. The nature of the world is mindful, immaterial.

Astral war (= spirit war, holy war, propaganda war, media war, frequency war, energy war, psychic war, virtual war, spectral war – and, in German, Kulturkampf and Weltanschauungskrieg). -- This is the nature of today's war. "Boots on the ground"-war still occur but so-called 4G warfare are now the paradigm of all conflicts.

C3. -- Meaning, to be "Calm, Cool, and Collected". Zen. Samatva. Equanimity. Details are given in the book in question.

Movement as a state. -- If you experience movement as a state you have reached the goal. You are the ultimate paradox, the quiet attractor into which all of existence is absorbed.

Responsible Man. -- That's the gist of Actionism. In this world irresponsibility is the norm. Go against the grain, take control of yourself, take responsibility for it -- and then take on the world. Today you, tomorrow the world -- if you start by taking responsibility of your private life.

A Castanedan aspect

Now this: an aspect of Castaneda.

Castaneda managed to jump of a cliff and not land at the bottom of the vale – no, in mid-flight he assembled a new world – several, in fact, in succession – before he ended up in his Los Angeles apartment.

Castanda has told of the “jumping off a cliff” and what followed in several books.

He was, of course, afterwards a little surprised to be alive. But he gathered himself, got out of bed, went to the bathroom. And sat in the bathtub for a long time, water from the shower besprinkling him while he was “recalled to life,” so to speak.

Having recovered body and soul Castaneda finally went out for a bite. He went to the usual diner nearby and had a meal. Then, finally, a drifter he recognized from before entered the restaurant. And he somehow went to Castaneda’s table after a while. But when he saw Castaneda he screamed and ran away.

The hobo had seen something in Castaneda. Probably his altered features. The features of a superman.

Creating a literary artwork and its phases

Well, how do you do it...? How do you go about creating a masterpiece of literature...?

This is the way:

1. Sounding out phase, getting into the mood.
2. Actual creating phase, writing the main part of the piece.
3. Putting it aside and letting it ripen.
4. Reading it all through and striking out or adding stuff.
5. Some more maturing, another read-through, and it's done.

The main wisdom is: whatever way you work (like writing a synopsis before you begin, I never do that, I kinda have it in the head) there comes a time when you must get going. Merely planning a piece is a glorious non-event.

Now, a finished piece can also be a kind of non-event, in the eyes of the world, but never mind that. It's better having written a piece than not having written it.

Because, the main purpose of an artwork is: to prove that it could be done.

Me and American cars

The only American car I've driven was the chef's Chevrolet Caprice. On an autumn day in 1988 it was parked in front of the goods receipt and it had to be moved to let a supplier inside.

So I moved it. I took the keys hanging on a nail, went down, walked to the car, and got inside. The Caprice had automatic drive. And comfy leather seats.

I turned the ignition key. The roar of the V8 filled the garage.

Then I put the gear stick into "reverse". And so, man: this American car I then drove. For two meters, that was enough to clear the door in question. Other than that I've not driven any US cars, I've only ridden in them, like my cousin's Chevrolet Impala convertible 1966. And my grandfather's Plymouth Valiant 1962. Those were fine rides though, that stately full-size V8 impression of the former. And the majestic impression of the latter -- which was a 6 cyl compact car, big, though, for Swedish measures -- big enough for anything. The Virgil Exner styling of dramatic wings, distinct light configurations, and the fake spare wheel relief on the trunk, made it all into a memorable moment of the past.

American cars used to be state-of-the-art examples of the Faustian culture. It symbolized the urge of Goethe's Doctor Faust to drive a team of six horses, that would make him mighty and strong. And with the invention of the automobile this feeling became elevated into machine-driven excellence.

Rigorism

My book Rigorism employs an operational look on history. It is a study of the Myth, Moral and Metaphysics of Willpower.

The symbol of rigorism is this: the great leading personality, the general on the hill with a marshal's baton in hand.

Truewoman

I teach you the splendor of the Trueman, the Prometheus of history: Faustian Man, Responsible Man, Teutonic Man.

And his female counterpart is the Truewoman. She was lauded in poetry even in the 1960s, like this:

On the day that you were born, the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue...

That was Hal David's lyrics of Close to You, music by Burt Bacharach.

The Beach Boys also lauded the Truewoman:

Blue eyes, blond hair,
lips like a movie star...

That was the song Little Girl (You're My Miss America).

Poem

Finally, a poem about a sublime being.

How many lightyears are there still...?

I am the speed of life --

I am the speed of light --

I am movement as a state

I am the Vortex Master,
the new age hero,
the mindful superman,
the higher type of man giving history its meaning

I am a nordic sphinx, a walker of woods,
a smoker of pipes, a drinker of tea

Odin is a yodhin, a warrior... om namo yodhine...

Odin has 108 names, so has Krishna...

Worshipping the spirit
of the Holy Flame...