AUTONOM

As hope went,
and everything I believed had meant,
I looked for Gold under snow

As blood turned to ice,
burning ideals to bitter lies,
I looked for Gold under snow

As good was gone,
my humanity all done,
I looked for Gold under snow

As brothers betrayed,
and treacherous bonds were made,
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Xenia Sunic, kindred spririt and daughter of the North sent this poem recently, celebrating this night and day of Winter Solstice.

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On this special day, with sun gleaming  promises of spring, my fellow spirit Xenia Sunic crowned it with this poem, which beauty fills me with gratitude and light.   

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Speech given at the “Nordic Festival / Nordiska Festivalen – 2008 ” Gothenburg, Sweden, Aug. 30, 2008, by Dr. Tom Sunic.

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Just when you thought they were gone, they really were gone – to the moon. Follow this spectacular drama to the moon and beyond. The nazis are everywhere, even there, coming soon to a concentration camp near you.

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