Anitta the Tektor

2900 BC. Volga Steppe A Yamnaya king under red ochre - our colour, the blood of rebirth. In his hand: largest copper weapon ever found in a Yamnaya grave. 64cm. 1.5kg. Pure copper cudgel-sceptre. Diamond blade. Ritual weapon. This is the vajra of Indra. Club of Herakles. 🧵 ⬇️

@NASAAdmin Perhaps, the most beautiful photo now in existence. Our Gods, Goddesses, our lovers, our ambitions, our light, all exist on that crescent Earth.

Puts everything in perspective..

@NASA Perhaps, the most beautiful photo now in existence. Our Gods, Goddesses, our lovers, our ambitions, our light, all exist on that crescent Earth.

@BluebellRaven Wales truly is the heart of Britain's Mythos. Echoes of pre-Arthur timescale linger.

Imogen is the daughter of King Cymbeline. She secretly marries Posthumus, but her father banishes him. While in exile, Posthumus is tricked into believing she’s unfaithful and orders her killed. She is advised by her servant Pisanio to disguise herself as a boy and escape to Milford Haven. While traveling through the Welsh wilderness, she becomes exhausted and seeks refuge in a mountain cave. This cave is the home of the banished lord Belarius and his two sons, who unbeknownst to Imogen, are actually her long-lost brothers. Eventually, the truth comes out: she’s proven innocent, Posthumus regrets what he did, and they’re reunited. Her identity is restored, her brothers are recognized, and the family is brought back together. 🎨 19th-century engraving by H.C. Selous depicting Imogen from Shakespeare’s Cymbeline.

Britain currently, is beyond law. We live in enemy territory, a sacked land, where combatants are pillaging and taking women and girls captive as has always happened in history. A crime beyond words has been done here for years, and accelerates now. Britain has failed every measure. Traitors and the stupid led us to this point. This is the time for protectors.

Again and again and again... This is sickening.

@hall_sloan And to you too my friend.

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@NoLongerTheFuzz What harmed them, and continues, are the Labour councillors who did nothing, the authorities who joined in, of the older generations who did nothing, thinking Britain is still the 1950's and being blind to the central Asian pillage of this Land.

I’ve been told that speaking about the r4pe gangs harms victims, and that I shouldn’t be writing at all. I don’t accept that. What harmed them was what happened , and is still happening — and the years no one spoke about it. The years action wasn’t taken. The cover ups. I haven’t had victims tell me that speaking about this causes harm. If I do, I will consider as that is the absolute LAST thing I’m trying to do. What I have seen are claims that talking about it somehow encourages it. I don’t accept that either. Silence didn’t protect anyone. It allowed it. I won’t be part of that.

@FortressLugh Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords is among my favourite stories, detailing the aftermath of a war, of Becoming itself. Extremely intelligent writing.

I don't care- the Prequels were decent films with good lightsaber fighting. Dual of the Fates is also super Indo-European. It is a Sanskrit version of the Welsh poem "Battle of the Trees" by Taliesin. I rewatched them all recently with the kids and enjoyed them.

@nrken19 A potent reminder of how our bodies, in its structure and behaviour, carry the echoes and reactions of the past. Interesting that we can directly link a body's autoimmune response and cause to the Pontic-Steppe population. Genetic studies has and continues to reveal nature.

The evolutionary origins of multiple sclerosis. “Populations from the Pontic-Caspian Steppe which migrated across Eurasia in the Bronze Age evolved a strong pro-inflammatory immune response due to increased zoonotic infections resulting from their pastoralist lifestyle. It is possible that this may have occurred in a context of high levels of anti-inflammatory helminth infections, which resulted in a balanced pro- and anti- inflammatory response. In the modern sanitary world, with a lower helminth burden, the immune system ‘overshoots’ the level of inflammation required. This explains why genetic risk for MS is higher in northern Europe where people have higher genetic ancestry from the ancient Steppe population, and why disease penetrance is increasing.” sciencedirect.com/science/articl…

@archeohistories Long hair of the female sex has always been a mark of the feminine, health and attraction.

During the Victorian era, a woman’s hair was seen as a very important part of how she looked. It showed her status and her femininity. Women were expected to grow their hair very long, because it was believed that hair was a woman’s "crowning glory." Having long hair made it easier for women to create big, fancy hairstyles without needing to use fake hair pieces. Even women with very long hair sometimes saved the hair that came out when brushing and used it to make "rats," little pads made of real hair, to add volume to their styles. The phrase "letting her hair down" comes from this time. Back then, it was not just a saying. Women only took their hair down at home, usually at night, and only their husbands or maids would see them with loose hair. In public, respectable women always wore their hair up. Paintings and advertisements often showed women with long, flowing hair, but this look was only for art, not for real life. Girls were allowed to wear their hair down until they were about 15 or 16, after which they had to start putting it up. Women shown with loose hair were often actresses or models meant to create an image of romance and beauty. To people living in Victorian times, pictures of women with their hair down seemed very daring. In the richer classes, a woman’s hair became a symbol of beauty and even sexual attraction. For poorer women, it was hard to take care of long hair because of disease and poor living conditions, so many of them sold their hair for money. Neatness was one of the most important rules for hair at that time. Hair had to look clean and shiny. Hairstyles were designed to match the shape of a woman’s body and make her whole look appear balanced. © Reddit #archaeohistories

@X_ArtGallery The Masculine, and the Feminine. Nothing is greater. Nothing more vital. Nothing more true.

Gustav Vigeland - Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman, 1908

@neil_burridge It truly gives the effect of the setting sun. In the day, Bronze would have gleamed from the rays the sun. Early Bronze-Age solar significance in weaponry would have been conscious. Beautiful.

Thank you for all the follows with the last post my craft has been a life journey, mostly fails but from each one a grain of knowledge The colours from heat on bronze are magical and must have intrigued ancient smiths, only matched the by rising and setting of the sun

@hall_sloan @definitivegazer It's telling how these traitors say the exact lines, support the same things, allow the same crimes for over 30 years. They are incapable of evolving, incapable of tribal loyalty, and so incapable of being human. They would have been exiled from the groups of our ancestors.

Yes it’s the “English” that have been reducing the quality of life across the western world with mysterious H8 magic for some reason. This enforced ethnic cleansing of Europeans via mass migration that’s been happening across the western world for decades is humanitarian and good though and not the English

Any Scots still not sure about voting, ask yourself, what have the English parties done for Scotland? They dragged us out of Europe. Because of them, we pay the highest prices for our utilities, as they sold them all off. We’re officially poorer now than at the referendum.

@HeraklesCithare Wretched woman, yet beauty in physical form. I adore the ornamentation and dress: the Minoan-like facial icons, the beaded necklaces and open top, with the Minoan/Mycenaean dress. Good touch with the tyrian purple. The most important poem and story of the West.

La belle Hélène qui fit chavirer tant de cœurs et basculer tant d'âmes dans l'Hadès.

@FreyaOstara She joyously calls for the rain, the seed, of the Sky-Father, to born new life. Health, fertility, virility.

Sag, wer bist du, wunderbare hohe heil'ge Götterfrau Die im Schmuck der gold'nen Haare wandelt durch den deutschen Gau? Viele Namen hör' ich nennen, anders stets nach Ort und Frist Doch es ahnen, die dich kennen, dass du stets die Selbe bist

The pillage and abduction of our women and girls, for years - decades, is the greatest crime of humanity. Our people were and continue to be attacked by every savage who crossed into Europe. Low-caste barbarians. Our own being naive, traitors who allowed it to happen has been catastrophic. Let us remember.

@AnittaEdict Infuriating

The Lost German Girl. The Lost European Girl. The Lost British Girl. I have not forgotten. Neither will posterity.

@SamaHoole A great post.

Robert is thirty-six years old. In 1247, this is not young. Robert knows this. His knees know this. His back has known this since approximately 1239. Robert lives in a village in Worcestershire with his wife Agnes, three surviving children, and two chickens he is not allowed to eat because the chickens produce eggs and the eggs matter more than the chickens. Today is a Tuesday in March. Robert will describe it as a Tuesday in March. The concept of a 'week' as a unit of leisure is not yet something Robert has access to. 5:00am - Up. Pottage on the fire. The pottage is oats, leeks, and some dried parsnip from the autumn store. There is a small piece of salted pork in it, approximately the size of Robert's thumb. It is mostly flavouring. Robert eats around it for as long as possible, then eats it, then thinks about it for the rest of the morning. 6:00am - Field. Robert works the lord's strip first, then his own. The ground is still cold. His boots have a hole. He has had the hole since October. He has packed it with rags. The rags are wet. They will remain wet until June. Robert is technically eating a plant-based diet. He is not doing this by choice. He is doing this because meat belongs to the lord, the deer belong to the king's forest, and the last man in this village who was caught with an unlicensed rabbit spent a period in the stocks that his family still doesn't fully discuss. 10:00am - Brief rest. Rye bread, hard. A small onion. Robert thinks about the pig that was slaughtered in November. He thinks about this often. The memory of fat is a specific and enduring thing when you don't have much of it. 1:00pm - Back to the field. Robert's average daily calorie intake is somewhere between 1,500 and 2,000 calories, the majority from grain. He is doing agricultural labour that modern exercise scientists would classify as extremely high intensity. He is, measurably, running on insufficient fuel. He is aware of this in the way that you are aware of things that cannot be changed: completely, and without drama. 4:00pm - Home. Agnes has made more pottage. It is similar to this morning's pottage. Robert eats it. Robert's teeth hurt. They have hurt for two years. There is no dentist. There is a barber-surgeon in the market town seven miles away. Robert cannot afford the barber-surgeon and cannot take the day from the fields. His teeth continue to hurt. 7:00pm - Sleep. Robert will be awake again at five. He is thirty-six. He will probably not see forty. The leading cause of death for men in his position is a combination of infection, injury, and the slow arithmetic of malnutrition across a lifetime. Somewhere, eight hundred years from now, someone will describe Robert's diet as "ancestral," "plant-forward," and "aligned with the earth." Robert would have a great deal to say about this. Robert does not have the energy.

You gained what every man strives for, what I strive for - integrity, glory and accomplishment, you have all three my friend, for speaking truth, your mind, and bringing the ancient past to life with vivid detail. Your blessed family has a warrior and artist as a husband and father. That more than pays for itself, one we all aspire to.

@AnittaEdict I was working on projects that were slated for world wide publication, that I’d worked so long to get to, and I knew if I spoke up for us it would all disappear. Never a choice for me but I feel for my family who has to suffer the most, barley scraping by

Viking metalers Amon Amarth playing before 'The rise of the Wolf King', the largest painting I've ever been commissioned for, unfurled nightly, it toured the world with them for over a year in 2012-'13 Now, Jumbo sized miniature prints are available only at my web shop! americanvendetta.co.uk/product-page/r…

@hall_sloan To exile an artist of your calibre is suicidal. This is why industry has failed in all areas. Good, let all of the rot die out, we shine brighter without it, especially yours.

@AnittaEdict It was great, I worked with them for years, but as we all know, if you don’t do adult pretend then you can’t work in Show Business. Speak against establishment doctrine and all the good friends and colleagues fade away. Sickened by all of it now, and ever more determined

@NASA @NASAKennedy An arrow of Apollo. May they succeed and return home in victory. For the future.

Liftoff. The Artemis II mission launched from @NASAKennedy at 6:35pm ET (2235 UTC), propelling four astronauts on a journey around the Moon. Artemis II will pave the way for future Moon landings, as well as the next giant leap — astronauts on Mars.

We're going around the Moon. Come watch with us. Artemis II's four-astronaut crew is lifting off from @NASAKennedy on an approximately 10-day mission that will bring us closer to living on the Moon and Mars. The launch window opens at 6:24pm ET (2224 UTC). twitter.com/i/broadcasts/1…