Falling stars from the full moon night Monday in autumn on the execution site. Semen from the hanged man has dripped to the ground. You hear barking dogs in the wilderness. A life is born in the underworld rooted in the cemetery soil. Mandragora, the draconian root. It is a key to secrets, to the runes of Hel. It is the potion of love and poison of death. Hyoscyamine, scopolamine, and atropine. The hanged man is criminal, but also the savior The searcher of the concealed, the alchemist. In the womb of the prostitute the child is born, In the athanor eternal life takes form. Man has become a creator, the promise of the Serpent. But will Man handle the creation? Nine nights Odin hung on the tree to meet the runes and the mysteries. In the tunnels of Hel and the caves of Lilith You can drink the nectar of Ambrosia. With Gematria and knowledge of letters the golem is born and will serve your cause. The Daimon appears on the crossroad of Hecate to reveal the riddle long lost to Mankind. Adul Runa, the gate of the Sphinx, is shining bright above the two towers. We are the homunculus of God, But if we eat the fruit we will be divine. In the realm of death you find the key of life to become a creator, to become a god. This is testimony of the noble runes This is the truth of the Al-Runa. The truth of the Al-Runa...