Long did this seed slumber
For ten years it lay hidden in the earth
Its roots grew deep and strong
Until at last it rose into the light
Now it shines in the golden rays of Apollo
Even as I myself shine
And when this exalted Tree rises high toward the heaven
Whether if people approve it or not
The nations shall stand and behold, stir in awe to admit
Satya Yuga has come

«Οὐκ ἔστι θεὸς πλὴν Διός, καὶ ἐγὼ μάρτυς αὐτοῦ

When I performed the Great Ritual of Zeus, I had a vision afterward
I focused on my third eye and saw images begin to shift and change in the following order
At first, it was a peacock with colorful wings, white swan, seven-headed serpent emerging from the bottom of my spine (1st chackra?) And then a bee with white butterfly wings
I still don't know how to fully interpret these signs, hope i gonna figure it out soon, if anyone has any suggestions you're welcome to share

Shamash, Apollo, Utu, Azazel, Zazel
Yours Wisdom know no boundaries
You came into my life long before I recognized you
When I first mentioned you in passing in my book
You are a moving intellectual power that cuts through all boundaries, move all ignorance away
Everything becomes clear under your rays
All liars, all false authority, that being grabbed by the scruff of the neck by yours iron hand, blinded, they're turning away from yours light
Even thus, they continue persist without shame - "I know better than anyone and better than you, obey or be cursed."
Looking at them naked, I respond them with silence, your voice is clear enough against that useless noise that feed nothing but ego
I take my gaze away from them to you in order to heal myself under your rays
The truths that you clarify might be unpleasant, but unpleasant only in order to give a true understanding without any illusions
I renounce all illusions and accept your guidance humbly, not as a gift, but as a challenge to lift me above myself
You don't give direct answers, you set the path to set me in motion, to get rid of my damned laziness
Let me burn away all laziness, fear, every obstacle on the path to perfection with the fire of Prometheus
You gave me your guidance, in return you expect nothing but action
And I dedicate my actions to you Great Shepherd
May all limits be damned, let them burn bright
At the sunrise that we can't see even up close...

Kronus, Baal-Hammon, Satvrnvs, Ell
You do not rush to us in the hour of need
But walk ahead, illuminating the paths
That lead toward mistake and ruin
You grant us foresight
The quiet wisdom to avoid the fall
Truly, You sever all that is superfluous
Cutting clean with time’s inexorable blade
Your lessons etch themselves into the soul
To be remembered for a lifetime
We shall reap what we have sown
Yet, under Your cold gaze, our labors bloom tenfold returning in grace
You do not sharpen the sting of our errors
Nor make the consequences cruel
Instead, You transform each fall Into a sacred experience - that is Your silent tongue
The language through which You speak to those who ready to listen
Truly, we hear Yours voice without any sound
The Hiden Sun, that we can't see even up close


Blessed all of Yours Names


IAO KRONUS AENAOS

Golden age of Saturn it's not communism, equality in nature is doesn't exist.
If we consider that He compresses lead into gold, then we can understand that as a period when everyone is given the opportunity to raise the serpent from earth to heaven, where the earth it's first chakra where the black cube is being illuminated by light of gnosis.
True fridom from material prison, where the material world become the a platform for the development of the soul, not a cycle that goes on endlessly from day to day like for the rest of humanity, unfortunately...

Oh Saturn! Lord of time and transformation!
You're the Gardener who clears away the chaff growing around The Tree, you prune away the withering leaves, leaving it perfect, without a single flaw!
Get rid of all that unnecessary, everything that does not serve me and my prosperity well
Let anyone who goes against me not get too far
Circumcise all who's dragging me down as you circumcised Uranus, depriving him of all power over reality
Circumcise all tyrant's power upon us, all the authority that is not serve to increasing our wealth, power and happiness

You're barely destroyer, but bringer of clarity through purification
Blessed you and all of yours names
May the wicked hand of Abrahamist not bring shame upon you
They, who abuses your power without respect, embodying nothing but ignorance
Instead of Golden Age that it is you

The rest see us, they're see notning but lead
And only yours cold gaze can recognize the Gold that burden deeply inside of yours champions, guided by the wisest of your sons
Squeeze it, just like the masters squeeze the oil from olives
Thus, why you take care of the Trees in your Garden
The Titan, Hidden from all

Love of Satvrn, it's a love of the sculptor to his brainchild
By stripping away everything superfluous
That, what no longer serves me well
He creates a perfect cube
Magnvm Opvs foundation

Folks, if u feel nostalgic for the old JOS, i can recomend u to visit Russian website, it's still alive but feels like the time was stoped there long time ago

Madam, though Venus govern your desires
Saturn is dominator over mine