The Hidden Land
Sacred land,
Forgotten antiquity,
Buried paradise...
O'Harra is more than a pseudonym. The prefix O' means "grandson." Harra means "earth"—in this case, the territory on which Russia now stands. I received this name spontaneously; that day I had no intention of calling myself anything eccentric—the pseudonym found me on its own, as if I had always had this name. I didn't invent anything, didn't force it, and only later learned how it deciphers and comes together. It seemed to descend from above, and I accepted it, and now for four years many have known me as Arthur O'Harra.
As a result of the above, anyone can call themselves O'Harra if they feel a deep connection to the territory that the ancient Greeks once called Hyperborea—the land where people lived alongside the gods before the cold of the Great Glaciation set in.
The spirit of the north is saturated with strength, truth, deep mystery—something unbreakable, unbending, ancient, immortal, and at present still sleeping yet relentlessly thawing, preparing to show us something, to part the curtain of truth frozen into the Arctic ice.
I know this, I see this, I feel this in my skin, especially when I'm in the forests of Karelia or Siberia, especially Karelia. Something speaks to me there, and I feel a deep connection to these places.
The territory where I was lucky enough to be born has always nourished me and continues to nourish me, even when I am far from it. I only have to imagine a handful of earth in my palms, and my heart fills with warmth and peace. I will always remain devoted to my land, and I know exactly where I would like to meet my death when the time comes.
Where everything came from, everything will return—it is inevitable.
Ancient faith
In genetic memory
Older than the ark
And Adam's branch,
Elder blood
Of not-last gods
Carries its banner
From times
Where time doesn't bind
With the clock's hand...
With freshest tracks
The field is lit,
From beyond the edge
They invited me in—
Elder brothers
Of the Kh'Aryan kin
From the underside of heaven
Reached out a hand,
Willingly showed me
Their way of life...
Living True Story ©
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With undivided love,
Arthur Daario O'Harra.
Or simply — Daro
(one of my ancient names).