To Svetovit !!! To Arkona !!!

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-To Svetovit, my guardian deity, you who see in the four directions, you who traverse the world on your white horse to protect us from all impurity, god of war and god of harvests, I greet you humbly, respectfully, and honorably, with all my love. You who watched over the great people of the Rani, the Slavs, who built you a temple worthy of your name and greatness, you were betrayed and defiled by the arrival of another people, who became uncultured by forgetting their traditions and spirituality, greedy for riches, and who defiled your temple.

-Tears flowed, and blood, flooding the beautiful cliffs of Arkona, now doubly sacred! Yet, you and your people are not forgotten: you remain alive in our hearts, in our souls, for eternity. This fateful day will remain for us a day of sacrifice, but also of revolution. We will no longer bow before the enemies of our Gods, our traditions, and our people.

-You are great among the great!!!

Slawa Svetovitovi! Slawa Bohaterom!

Wieslaw J