The Kraken is the gigantic sea hero, mainly observed as a monster by the coast of Norway, Iceland and Ireland – or in Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands.
Alfred Tennyson describes the Kraken, dormant in the bottom of the ocean, eternally sleeping, without dreams, until the day of dawn.
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber’d and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
In Norway we say that the Kraken shows herself when the water gets deep, the day is warm and Poseidon suddenly changes mood:
The fisherman drops his anchor where he knows it’s 100 meters down and it fastens at 30. Then he is sure: The Kraken is hooked between bottom and surface. He has no time to lose. It is said that the monster of sea is capable to create a maelstrom just by breathing.
In Holland, where they basically live under the ocean, they name the squatters the krakers.
It makes sense to me. Watch out, you, 1 %, ruling this world.
We are done.
We know and don’t forget that 48 countries agreed on The Universal Declaration of Human Rights in Paris, eleven days before winter solstice 1948. We remember article 30, the last one, which says that nothing in this declaration should may be interpreted as implying for anybody to perform the act of destruction of freedom.
The day of dawn is here. We will open the doors without de Key – with tentacles.