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In Christianity you will find bits stolen from Mithraism, a few bits from the Babylonian religion, a religion based on the Sumerian Religion. Of course there is much taken from the Egyptian religion, and also a lot from Hinduism. Or so we are supposed to believe anyhow…

Christianity began as a purely Jewish sect. It was a Jewish religion created solely for the purpose of destroying the Roman Empire, their main enemy at that time (and was later extended to be used against all of Europe). For this reason Christianity was banned, but they faced strong resistance everywhere in Europe for other reasons as well. In fact they faced so much resistance that they had to modify their weapon, Christianity, on the way in order for them to stand any chance whatsoever of using it in the Roman Empire. The Romans refused to let go of their own religious ideas, and perhaps they were not even able to, because it was in their blood, so with time more and more of the Roman (i. e. European) religion was incorporated into Christianity. This was something they had to do in order for the Romans to accept it in the first place! Because of this Christianity did indeed with time spread out across the Roman Empire, and contributed to its fall too, but it was by then not as Jewish or effective as first intended. All the High Festivals in Christianity were already by then European; every single one of them, only the contents had been modified a bit! The anti-Roman terrorist Jesus was not what he originally had been intended to be, but instead he resembled the European solar deity of eternal return. «God» looked more like the European Sky God than the sinister Hebrew Jehovah, and the whore Mary had turned into the caring and loving European Mother Earth Goddess. The morals and ethics were European, the symbolism too, the traditions as well, and at the end of the day Christianity had turned into what was basically just a Jewish faith with almost only European content.

Heimdallr/Cronos/Saturnus/Amaethon/Dashdebog/Byelobog as “Saint Nicolas”.

So the reason we find similarities in Christianity and Mithraism, the Babylonian religion, the Egyptian religion and Hinduism, is not that they have influenced Christianity, but the fact that the European religion is the main influence or even the foundation for all these faiths! When they too are originally European, or heavily influenced by the European religion, and/or based on the European religion, then why would they not be similar to the Europeanized Jewish weapon that we today call Christianity?

We all know of Catholicism, of the Greek-Russian Orthodox faith and of the different forms of Protestantism, but other forms of Christianity too spread out across the Europe, each adopted to local European customs, where they were being used to destroy European culture. They were different because different aspects of the European religion were kept in the different parts of Europe. The Jewish weapon turned into also Catharism, Bogomilism, Celtic-Christianity, Gnosticism, Coptic Christianity, and I am sure dozens of other variants too, shaped by local customs, to be better promoted and spread in that particular area by the Jews. As we know not all of these types of Christianity survived, though, for different reasons.

By the time Christianity had reached Northern Europe it was so stripped of its Jewish content, and was so stuffed with European content, that it did not at all have the negative effect the Jews wanted it to have. So they figured they had to do something about this, and set out to change Christianity back to what it was supposed to be; a Jewish weapon designed to destroy European culture. One of their unknowing and certainly unwilling puppets, Martin Luther (who ironically believed himself to be very anti-Jewish), was instrumental in this, and managed to remove an incredible amount of European content from Catholicism. The result was, as we all know, Protestantism; a Christianity almost void of European content. Only the Judaism is left completely intact. The European religion is barely there any more.

Now, any Catholic readers might wallow in this information, and say “yes!”, and Northern Europe might not be too happy about this, but don’t be too happy yet and bear with me. You see, there was a very fortunate side-effect of this too. When they removed so many European elements from Catholicism they ended up with a religion, Protestantism, that was very unappealing to most Northern Europeans. Aha! And this naturally also explains why Northern Europe today, some hundred years later, is hopelessly a-religious! We are indeed supposed to be Protestants, but the vast majority of us feel no connection with that sorry excuse for a religion whatsoever. Why would we, when the European elements were so efficiently removed by Martin Luther and his idiot helpers?

The Jews, using Martin Luther and other fools, removed the elements that kept the religion from being cast aside as nonsense in the first place; and when they did the Northern Europeans naturally cast the religion aside fairly quickly. So today Northern Europe is almost completely free from Christianity. Hardly anybody in Northern Europe cares for Protestantism, hardly anybody there goes to church ever – usually they only visit a church three times in life; when they are baptised, when they marry and when they are to be buried, and today even that is not so usual. Only a small minority in so-called Protestant countries even believe in the Hebrew “God”.

The problem with this is that the death of Christianity, and first of all the death of Protestantism, (that we will see here in Europe very soon, probably within one or at least a few generations), has created a religious void in particular in the so-called Protestant countries, and this void is being filled by Jews, with Marxist atheism and other forms of nihilism, with “humanism”, with New Age and Wicca nonsense, Hippie-Paganism and everything and anything that is not European. They are still doing their best to destroy Europe. They are still using Christianity as a means to achieve this, but when they lose their main weapon they will of course make use of their other weapons. Now, when there is a void we can also step in and make sure we fill that void with the European religion!

Zealots (no, you are not welcome back to Europe. We threw you out for a reason);

We will soon have defeated Christianity in Europe (but probably not in the USA, a nation made up mainly [but thankfully not exclusively] of religious zealots, whose forefathers were literally chased away from or thrown out of Europe, for their religious fanaticism), but for sure the fight is not over. The Jewish weed has entered our garden through other cracks too. We are the gardeners. Let us do our job properly and turn our garden into a European Paradise again – and let us plant only our European flowers from now on. HailaR WôðanaR!

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First some music, to help you keep your fury under control whilst reading this post….

“The Jews were destroying both Greeks and Romans. They ate the flesh of their victims, made belts for themselves out of their entrails, and daubed themselves with their blood… In all, 220,000 men perished in Cyrene and 240,000 in Cyprus, and for this reason no Jew may set foot in Cyprus today.” (Dio Cassius)

“The day will come when all nations amidst which the Jews are dwelling will have to raise the question of their wholesale expulsion, a question which will be one of life or death, good health or chronic disease, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever.” (Franz Liszt, famed composer quoted in Col. E. N. Sanctuary’s Are These Things So?, page 278)

“The Jews form a state, and, obeying their own laws, they evade those of their host country. The Jews always consider an oath regarding a Christian not binding. During the Campaign of 1812 the Jews were spies, they were paid by both sides, they betrayed both sides.” (Count Helmuth von Moltke, Prussian General)

“They (the Jews) work more effectively against us, than the enemy’s armies. They are a hundred times more dangerous to our liberties and the great cause we are engaged in… It is much to be lamented that each state, long ago, has not hunted them down as pest to society and the greatest enemies we have to the happiness of America.” (George Washington, in Maxims of George Washington by A. A. Appleton & Co.)

“A Jew cannot be a true patriot. He is something different, like a bad insect. He must be kept apart, out of a place where he can do mischief – even by pogroms, if necessary. The Jews are responsible for Bolshevism in Russia, and Germany too. I was far too indulgent with them during my reign, and I bitterly regret the favors I showed the prominent Jewish bankers.” (German Kaiser Wilhelm II, in CHICAGO TRIBUNE, July 2, 1922)

“The troblemakers in Hungary are the Jews… they demoralize our country and they are the leaders of the revolutionary gang that is torturing Hungary.” (Cardinal Mindszenty, of Hungary quoted in B’nai B’rith Messenger, January 28, 1949)

“I fear the Jewish banks with their craftiness and tortuous tricks will entirely control the exuberant riches of America. And use it to systematically corrupt modern civilization. The Jews will not hesitate to plunge the whole of Christendom into wars and chaos that the earth should become their inheritance.” (Bismarck)

“We shall drive the Christians into war by exploiting their national vanity and stupidity. They will then massacre each other, thus giving room for our own people.” (Rabbi Reichorn, in Le Contemporain, July 1st, 1880)

“There are two life-forces in the world I know: Jewish and gentile, ours and yours…I do not believe that this primal difference between gentile and Jew is reconcilable. You and we may come to an understanding, never to a reconciliation. There will be irritation between us as long as we are in intimate contact. For nature and constitution and vision divide us from all of you forever.” (Maurice Samuel, You Gentiles, Harcourt, Brace & Co., New York, 1924, pp. 19, 23).

“Ever since the Jews invented the libel charge of ‘anti-Semitism’ in the 1880s (The word ‘anti- Semitism’ was first printed in 1880.’ The Jewish Encyclopedia, Vol. I (1901), p. 641), it has been built up with Jewish money, organizations, propaganda, and lies (such as the Holocaust- Holohoax), so that now the word is like snake venom which paralyzes one’s nervous system. Even the mention of the word ‘Jew’ is shunned unless used in a most favorable and positive context.” (Charles A. Weisman, Who is Esau-Edom?, p. 63).

“Anti-Semitism is so instinctive that it may quite simply be called one of the primal instincts of mankind, one of the important instincts by which the race helps to preserve itself against total destruction. I cannot emphasize the matter too strongly. Anti-Semitism is not, as Jews have tried to make the world believe, an active prejudice. It is a deeply hidden instinct with which every man is born. He remains unconscious of it, as of all other instincts of self preservation, until something happens to awaken it. Just as when something flies in the direction of your eyes, the eyelids close instantly and of their own accord. So swiftly and surely is the instinct of anti-Semitism awakened in a man…there is not a single instance when the Jews have not fully deserved the bitter fury of their persecutors.” (Samuel Roth, Jews Must Live, (1934), p. 64).

“We Jews, we are the destroyers and will remain the destroyers. Nothing you can do will meet our demands and needs. We will forever destroy because we want a world of our own.” (You Gentiles, by Jewish Author Maurice Samuels, p. 155).

“We will have a world government whether you like it or not. The only question is whether that government will be achieved by conquest or consent.” (Jewish Banker Paul Warburg, February 17, 1950, as he testified before the U.S. Senate).

“…[We] must stop these swarms of Jews who are trading, bartering and robbing.” (US Civil War General William Sherman).

“The greatest danger to this country lies in their large ownership and influence in our motion pictures, our press, our radio and our government.” (Charles A. Lindberg, Speech at Des Moines, Iowa, September 11, 1941).

“The Gulag Archipelago, ‘he informed an incredulous world that the blood-maddened Jewish terrorists had murdered sixty-six million victims in Russia from 1918 to 1957! Solzhenitsyn cited Cheka Order No. 10, issued on January 8, 1921: ‘To intensify the repression of the bourgeoisie.’” (Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago)

“The Jews are the master robbers of the modern age.” (Napoleon Bonaparte)

“They are the carrion birds of humanity…[speaking of the Jews] are a state within a state. They are certainly not real citizens…The evils of Jews do not stem from individuals but from the fundamental nature of these people.” (Napoleon Bonaparte, Stated in Reflections and Speeches before the Council of State on April 30 and May 7, 1806)

“The Jews are the most hateful and the most shameful of the small nations.” (Voltaire, God and His Men)

“Mrs. Van Hyning, I am surprised at your surprise. You are a student of history — and you know that both the Borgias and the Mediciis are Jewish families of Italy. Surely you know that there have been Popes from both of these house. Perhaps it will surprise you to know that we have had 20 Jewish Popes, and when you have sufficient time, which may coincide with my free time, I can show you these names and dates. You will learn from these that: The crimes committed in the name of the Catholic Church were under Jewish Popes. The leaders of the inquisition was one, de Torquemada, a Jew.” (Woman’s Voice, November 25, 1953)

“I am afraid the ordinary citizen will not like to be told that the banks can, and do, create money…And they who control the credit of the nation direct the policy of Governments and hold in the hollow of their hands the destiny of the people.” (Reginald McKenna, former Chancellor of the Exchequer, January 24, 1924)

“The Jewish people as a whole will be its own Messiah. It will attain world dominion by the dissolution of other races, by the abolition of frontiers, the annihilation of monarchy, and by the establishment of a world republic in which the Jews will everywhere exercise the privilege of citizenship. In this new world order the Children of Israel will furnish all the leaders without encountering opposition. The Governments of the different peoples forming the world republic will fall without difficulty into the hands of the Jews. It will then be possible for the Jewish rulers to abolish private property, and everywhere to make use of the resources of the state. Thus will the promise of the Talmud be fulfilled, in which is said that when the Messianic time is come the Jews will have all the property of the whole world in their hands.” (Baruch Levy, Letter to Karl Marx, La Revue de Paris, p. 54, June 1, 1928).

“Anti-Semitism is a disease – you catch it from Jews” (Edgar J. Steele)

Some don’t believe the Jews have a grand plan for what they do. Okay. Maybe they don’t, maybe they just act independetly of each other, and destroy the world – and ultimately themselves too – that way instead, simply because they are Jews, and that is what Jews do. The fungi in the walls of a house doesn’t have a grand plan either, but it will still destroy the house, if it is allowed to. If it is not removed before it does. HailaR WôðanaR!

Europe after the Jewish infection;

Europe before the Jewish infection; 

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First of all some Ôðinic music… 

We all tend to detest criminals, and most of us think they deserve it when they suffer in prison, but… we know perfectly well that most of the «criminals» of the past were not really criminals. Most of the time they were just dissidents, rebels or even victims of crime themselves. So why would the criminals of today be any different?

Ôðinn is seen as the god of kings, but he is also seen as the god of criminals – because we know that these are basically the same; the kings of today will be the criminals of tomorrow; the criminals of today will be the kings of tomorrow. So why not put both these groups into the same category? Ôðinn is the fury and the inspiration of the mind, and it influences us all, but mostly kings and criminals.

If we skip talking about the parasitical Afro-Asian criminals invited into our countries by our «kings», who make up the vast majority of criminals in Europe today, and only focus on native European criminals, I can tell that most of them (in Scandinavia at least) are first of all a result of a sick society. They are usually just young men who failed to find their place in a fanatical left-wing feminist extremist society; so why would they not end up in conflict with just about everyhting and everyone in society? Sure, they are failures, and they have rightfylly reacted but in a bad way. Remember though that they failed in a game most of us really don’t want to win either.

Execution of Criminals in a healthy Society, performed as a Sacrifice to the Gods, done to keep Society healthy; to remove the Filth and to show to everyone that the Gods and what they represent are Sacred!

Being in conflict with the current society is a sign of health and sanity, even if you react to it by becoming a professional criminal! If you are it only means you are at least in some ways better than most others! These «failures» make up a fairly large group of those we commonly detest and spit upon as «criminals», who deserve to «rot in prison» for their «crimes».

Think better of the native European criminals of today. Before you know it they have become our kings. Think also better of those the current kings claim were criminals in the past, like Adolf Hitler and his men, and I guess in particular Adolf Hitler and his men; they are only seen as criminals today because the criminals of their time are now kings.

Most criminals born from healthy societies are sick though, but most criminals born from sick societies are actually healthy. Therefore homogeneous societies produce, and in the past produced, very little crime, very few criminals, if any at all, because they were healthy and harmonious.

A sense of honour, not laws, is what makes a society harmonious:

«Plusque ibi boni mores valent quam alibi bonae leges.» Cornelius Tacitus

(Good habits are here [in 'Germania'] more effectual than good laws elsewhere.)

That however is and was only possible because:

«Ipsos Germanos indigenas crediderim minimeque aliarum gentium adventibus et hospitiis mixtos.» Cornelius Tacitus

(The Germanic tribes themselves I should regard as aboriginal, and not mixed at all with other races through immigration or intercourse.)

Instead of striving for healthy and harmonious societies through racial purity, as they should, our kings write new laws all the time, and has been doing so since the Iron Age, in a desperate and ignorant attempt to restore the order that was lost when they let the deranged and sociopathic Jews have their will.

«Corruptissima re publica plurimae leges». Cornelius Tacitus

(The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws.)

We can not return to the Ancient Europe, but we can let the ideals, the structures, the religion, the stoicism, the traditions, the spirit, the mentality and not least the sense of Honour of Ancient Europe return to us! We can purify our European race, just like we wash the filth from our shirts when they get filthy. HailaR WôðanaR!

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TheAncient Scandinavian tribal leader was called a king, from proto-Nordic kunungaR, meaning «wonderful young», and each such selected king had a personal army made up of mostly his own tribesmen.

With time the kingdoms grew in size and the fiefs of different tribes were included in the same kingdoms. They then selected one of them to be the king, and the rest of the tribal leaders were called erilar («men»), i. e. English earl. The fief of the earl selected to be king would be the kingdom’s capital. They were addressed as ‘lords’, from Old English hlewardar, meaning «bread wardens». Each earl had the right to hold 40 housecarls («house men»), each one of them also addressed as ‘lords’. The number of skuþelswainar («table boys») they could hold was unlimited, or rather only limited by the earl’s wealth. As the name suggests, these were men allowed to sit at the earl’s table in his ‘house’. In later years these men were called ‘knights’ and were addressed as ‘sire’. Each earl could also have as many gastir («guests») he could afford to entertain, and these men worked as guards, in his estate or village or fief. They were not allowed to dine with the earl at his table, so naturally they were not (yet?) ‘table boys’. Finally, the earl’s had a number of karteswainar («wax-candle boys»), who in later years would have been called pages, and as the name suggests they were used for minor tasks in the estate, like keeping all the candles burning, and for running errands.

Each king and earl was the high priest of his kingdom/fief, he was the May King, all the male deities in one and the same man, and in each temple (each dedicated to a single deity) a priest or priestess served, taking the role of a specific deity. A third and last group of priests was dedicated to the spread of (mainly religious) lore and traditions via entertainment; they were travelling musicians and story tellers, and are known to us today as bards or scalds, and later as troubadours. We can assume that rather than rise in the ranks, so to speak, in the religious organisation, the ‘lowest’ (i. e. least prestiguous) of these ranks, that of the scald, was actually made up of the oldest, most experienced and wisest of them all. The deities were primarily young, healthy and beautiful.

A Modern Scald;

The longing some of us feel for what once was is unfathomable, incomprehensible and I think of a metaphysical origin; it pulls us back in time, back to our roots, and refuses to to let go of us. The voices of our forefathers call for us, as if nothing mattered more than the wisdom of the ancient man. I, for one, travel in words through this chaotic world, in search of and seeking to restore the order and harmony of Ancient Europe. Had it not been for these deep roots I would have felt very lost. But I am not. I know from whence I come and thus also whither I go; to my own doom perhaps, I certainly swim against the current and also in dangerous waters, but why would a true European let such details get in the way? It is praiseworthy to do what is right, not what is lawful. It is praiseworthy to to what is honourable, not what is socially acceptable. Why ride the tiger when there is more glory in fighting it? HailaR WôðanaR! 

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First some appropriate music.

Some time ago I did something I am not very good at; I made up a story and wrote what was intended to be a fairy tale intended for children, and was even happy with the result. If I had been able to I would have done this more often, and ideally I would be doing that instead of making music – the latter I do only because it is all I know, and apparently because that is what I am intended to do.

The story in question was called Perþ, and it is named after a rune sign. The name translates as “journey”, mainly of a spiritual kind, of man travelling up or down between the realms of man and spirits. I don’t remember exactly when I wrote it, but it must have been some time in the mid to late 1990ies, and I wrote it in Norwegian. It was then translated to English by Vidar Ermesjø and published on burzum.org I think in 2003 or 2004. Mr. Ermesjø did a good job translating it, but I have still gone through the text and made some improvements and corrections, and wish to share with you this short fairy tale. I hope that if I ever grow old I will be able to sit down in a study, in peace and quiet, and produce more such fairy tales. I enjoy them very much, and do believe they are valuable.

For now, this is all I have. A short fairy tale called Perþ. Listen carefully….

Part I
Once upon a time, in another world and another place out there in space…

I was young and curious, sought and searched for answers to the most unbelievable questions. I grew up in a noble family and was educated to become a knight. I travelled far and searched for honour and fame – like all knights do. I found both, but I never found happiness. There was too much injustice and cruelty out there for me to be happy. Only fools are happy.

Famous and honoured as I was, I thought it my duty to end all injustice in the world. I knew the gods were behind this and therefore decided that I should find them and demand answers to why they were so cruel and unfair. Why they let young boys get cut down on the fields of battle; why they let innocent infants die of disease in the crib; why they let plague and sickness ravage; why they let some live like slaves their whole life, only to die filthy and old in their beds. Why were they so cruel?

With my big headed ego I therefore one early morning trampled down to the most wise man in my home-town. I hammered impudent on the door with an iron glove and announced loud and clear that I wanted his service.

“Where are the gods?”

He was (dressed in a nightgown) astonished, not only by my bearing, but also by my question.

“Where are the gods?”

He repeated my question to himself. He pointed towards the heavens and said:

“There!”

“But I want to talk to them. I have a question for them. Are they never here on earth?”

“It is a long time ago since the gods wandered among us.”

He bade me indoors and his servant (who also had been aroused by the commotion) served us food and beverage.

“There once was a time when the gods themselves wandered on earth. They descended from the heavens in their shining wagons and altered everything that existed. Mankind was destroying the whole world. They had burned or cut down all the forests, they had fished all the fish in the sea, they had killed all the animals that existed and the soil which they grew grain on was emaciated. There were too many humans, and all had become bandits. The smoke from the chimneys polluted the rain and made it dangerous to drink. The ocean, lakes and rivers died. The growth and plants, birds and animals that were not already dead because of the humans died too. Even the humans got trouble with breathing the air, which because of the funeral pyres was thick and heavy.

The gods therefore descended to restore order. To give life back to our planet. They burned the cities and slaughtered humans in tens of thousands. Lightning and flames rained down upon the fleeing masses. The sea washed up on the land and pulled humans back into the deep. The wind blew them away and crushed them against the ground. Mountains collapsed, some over the cities. The whole world lay in ruins. Ashes, mud and rocks, sea and glowing lava had covered everything. Only vestiges of the old world peered over it.

The gods then created a new world and let some people from the old world live there, but to prevent the humans from again demolishing the earth they placed Guardians among them. Thereafter the gods travelled back to the heavens. No one has seen them ever since.”

“But I must speak with the gods. I must meet them”

“Then you must speak to a Guardian. Find a Guardian. Perhaps he can help you?”

“Where are these Guardians? How may I get a hold of them?”

That I do not know. They are invisible. They only see, they can not be seen.”

Once again I ventured out in the world, not to win honour and fame, but to confront the gods with their wrongdoings. I intended to march into Valhöll itself and point accusingly at Ôðinn, while I put forth my allegations, questions and criticism. “Why are you so unfair and cruel? Why!?” Very content with my noble goal I therefore left to find a Guardian. I searched high and low, in old ruins from the old world, in high towers and deep caverns, in dark forests and over wild seas. There were no Guardians to find. No one who knew where the gods were. No roads ascending to the heavens.

I was travelling for many years. My followers fell one by one. Some were killed in combat against jötnar and trolls, worms and bandits, other fell like rocks down from high mountains and walls, some were victims of plague and sickness, others just died. I do not even remember any more how and why they all died. There were so many in the end. My anger only increased. My aggression towards the gods only grew in strength. They did not even care to give me an answer!

In the end I lay there on the ground myself, wounded and dying. Exhausted and weary, dejected and in despair. It all had been without meaning. Without a solution. Without an answer. Without a cause. It all was going to end in the mud, where I lay. Bloody and beaten. Alone amongst dead humans that I soon were to join in death.

Then I saw her; a fair being on a white horse. Smiling, almost laughing, she slowly rode towards me. My vision was double, the horse had eight legs. She laughed at me:

“Hold on if you can.”

I did not understand what was happening, everything was so unreal. But, somehow I got up on my legs, and suddenly I was sitting there behind her on the horseback. The horse galloped away as soon as I got a grip around her. In my condition it was not easy to gather everything that happened, but it seemed as if we were riding upwards, upwards and ever upwards. Towards the heavens. I clenched to hold on. It went so fast. After a while I hung in a vertical position after the horse. The hands clenched around the hips of the fair woman, but I was about to lose my grip. I cried out. In despair, but also with the hope that she would help me. But she did not help me.

“Hold on if you can.”

She nearly grinned it to me again, teasing. There was no compassion, no help. Nothing. I screamed and screamed. I lost my grip around her hips and slid slowly backwards, with my fingers at the horse’s back and behind. In the end I hung after the horse’s tail. Straight out behind it, on its wild race over the firmament.

Then there was a silence. There was no other sound but my own screams, and the woman’s teasing “Hold on if you can” that rung back and forth inside my head. It was not cold, nor warm. My body was no longer feeling heavy, but nor did it feel light. Time somehow stood still. We only rode towards the light up there. Silently. I do not know how long it all lasted. The light enclosed us entirely after a while and the horse began riding downwards again. But I could not endure any more, I had no strength left. I could not hang on any more and let go. No! No! No!

But suddenly there I was. I had let go even as we landed. I lay on the ground. The horse stood there. The woman – still smiling and teasing. More fair men and woman assembled. They were so light they shined. Not fair as us, but even lighter.

“Bring him here” I heard one of them say.

Part II
“Where am I?” I heard myself say. I was in the process of waking up. There was somebody there.

“You have arrived” said a voice.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a large room. The walls, the ceiling, the floor and furniture were all white. Soft and white. Comfortable white. The sheets were also white. A fantastic beautiful woman stood there with a clever smile. “I shall announce that you are awake” she said and left the room.

My byrnie, seax, helmet, shield and gloves, pants and everything else I had brought lay beside the bed on a white stool. Newly washed and cleaned, repaired and in good condition. I searched my body and understood that it as well had been repaired. The wounds were healed. There was not even a scar to see, and no bandages either.

The door opened again and a woman peeked in. “You may enter” she said. “Get dressed and come.” I wanted to ask her how long I had slept, but she was too fast and closed the door before I could. I dressed and remembered why I was here.

Outside the door a corridor led me down to a large door. The woman escorting me said that “Now you are here.” As if she new why I was here. I swallowed heavily and braved myself to knock on the door. She smiled at me as I peeked at her uncertainly. “Come in” it sounded. What else could I do?

A vast hall opened itself before me. Straight ahead there was a large throne, wherein Ôðinn himself sat. Around him sat and stood many other gods, in a crescent towards me. They were all fair and wonderful, tall and healthy. They had no faults. No visible flaws. Some bore serious facial expressions, other smiled at me. Even Ôðinn smiled too. “Now, what does this young sire want?” he said with an artificially strict voice. He still smiled. I felt rather small where I stood. My great ego was suddenly not that great any more. My great self-confidence was suddenly not so great any more either.

“Well” it nearly peeped out of me.

“According to my records you bring some accusation” said Odin, and demonstratively flipped through some papers. He acted irritated, but even so gave me a feeling of security and confidence. Nothing could go wrong here. Here was nothing to fear. I was safe.

And so it came, the accusation. In detail. I told about how unfair life was for some people, how cruel for others, how undeserved certain individuals found happiness and how undeserved others did not. I spat out one accusation after the other to a patient gathering of gods, and ended my prosecution with a why!? Ôðinn was not stirred. None of the other gods seemed stirred either.

“You ask us hard questions. To answer them I must know what you already know about earth and life on earth. For example, do you know from whence the humans come?”

“Yes I do. We are your children. We are the children of the gods.”

“And whence do you think the water spirits come, or the fairies and dragons, jötnar and trolls?”

“I do not know.”

“Let me tell you a story” said Ôðinn. “A long story, that you might not understand.”

“Try me.” I had won back my self-confidence.

“There was a time when neither jötnar nor trolls, dragons or fairies existed. Only men and animals, only plants and mountains, ocean and heaven. Mankind had wagons to pull themselves, they had tamed vast birds that flew about in the wide world. They had dwarves forge them food, so they needed neither fields nor farmers. They raised towers that nearly reached the sky, and delved caverns so deep the flames from the inner earth came out and burned them. Ashes and smoke poured out and enveloped the cities. The animals got lost in the darkness of this ancient world. The fish in the sea drowned. Birds fell as rain from the heavens, gaunt and lifeless – some with humans riding them. Plants decayed and the earth was no longer fertile. Mankind had forgotten everything about the gods.”

“It was then that you descended and destroyed the old world?” I interrupted.

“Yes, it was then we had to descend and destroy the world of men. Because they had forgotten why they were on the earth and why they were humans. They had forgotten what they were to become and who’s children they were. They married animals and had children with them. In the end there were almost no humans left; they had all mixed with vile beasts. Only some few individuals were left, but also these lived like animals. It was but a matter of time before all our children would completely disappear. We had to intervene.”

“But with so much cruelty? Did you have to let mountains fall over the cities? Did you have to let the oceans swallow the human masses? Did you have to let the flames burn those who were left? I have myself seen towers from the earliest times, that jag up from the earth. They are still black with soot on the inside. How many had to die?”

“It is often so that someone must die so that others may live. The earth is created for our children, for humans, and all other creatures, animals and plants, fish and fowl, everything is created by us for the humans. So that man could live and grow. We created this earth, we placed her where she is now, between the warmth of the sun and the freezing cold of the vast outside. We do with our creation as we want. What we have created we have the right to destroy as we see fit.”

“But what about men? What about your own children? Have you no concern for them, no compassion or good wishes?”

“Children are unruly. They often do what they themselves want, and not what their parents ask them to. What we did was to save our last surviving children from extinction, by forcing them to live differently. By forcing them to live like they should. By forcing them on to that road that leads ahead. By forcing them on the right road. We took some of the animals and from them we created new species and races. We created jötnar, large, strong and stupid, to force men to fear the forest. We created jötnar to give them something to test themselves against. The jötnar are uncomfortable when they think, they therefore prefer the fight, because then they do not need to think. They hate the humans because they are themselves fallen humans. They are ugly and small, dark and foul, violent and dangerous, stupid and without a spirit. But they have a purpose, like trolls, dragons and other creatures they force men to noble deed. We replaced the old and sick world with a world that gave humans a chance to become something more.”

“That does not explain why you let young boys die before they get the taste of the fruits of love! Why you let infants die of sickness in their cribs, why you…”

“Yes, yes” He interrupted me. “Yes, it does explain all this too. Mankind needs to be strong, to face future challenges it must be strong. Is it then so wrong to let the weakest die, so that in fact the rest has an opportunity to survive the future? If everyone were to live everyone would die. Now only the weakest die, so the rest may live. And how noble are not the youth that storm forth and fall on the battlefield before they have even tasted the fruits of love? Would the rest of the world ever know how good blood their family had, if not these boys had proved it with their noble deeds? Would their mothers ever get the chance to refine their consciousness without this loss of a son? Is not the good man a man who has taught himself to tackle pain and to be able to imagine others’? Women’s tears are like red gold; her pain refines her conscience.

All the pain and suffering, all the hardness we put you through is to your own good. Without this you would once again become low life, without this you would again let the stupid and weak decide the course of the world. Without war it is impossible to unveil the cowards, and because of that if there are no wars the cowards get as much to say as the brave. Man becomes coward, mixes with animals and forgets the gods and the creed of the gods. What are we then to do with men, we have after all created them for a reason? We have created them so they shall become better, not so they shall become animals.

Look around, look at us. We are your parents. We created you. We want like other parents that you shall become like us. Just as beautiful, just as intelligent, just as strong, just as good, just as honest, just as tall, just as fair, just as creative, just as brave. You can become what I am, but then you must do as I tell you to. You must understand the necessity of the tests we put you through. No beauty comes without pain. No strength comes without hardness. Nothing noble spawns without misery.”

“But why have you not told this to us? How was I supposed to know that everything that happens, no matter how gruesome and unfair it may seem, has a profound and deep meaning?”

“It has no purpose. You must figure that our yourselves. That is a part of our goal with you, that you shall learn to think for yourselves. You must understand on your own, without us having to tell you what is right or wrong. You have our blood; listen to the voice of the blood, listen to your intuition. Those of you who understand will guard the others, tell them what is right and wrong, and see to it that the improvement of man takes place.”

“Is that your Guardians? But where are they? Where are these Guardians? I have sought them for years, but never found any!”

“Are you sure about that? The whole time you have searched for something you have had with you all along, in your own baggage. You must understand that you are a Guardian. A Guardian of life, a Guardian of the children of the gods. A Guardian of customs. A Guardian because you react to what is unfair and gruesome, a Guardian because you dare to travel up here, all alone, even to the gods to ask questions about our treatment of human kind. We can feel safe when we know that men are cared for by the likes of you. You will watch over them. You wish the best, not only for you, but for all of humanity. You will fight for people who would rather see you dead. You will fight for somebody who would fight to come first in line when you were to be stoned or hanged. You will fight for somebody who does not even deserve to lick your boots clean. But, still you will fight for them. You will fight because your own spirit says to you that; “forgive them, they do not know what they are doing”. It is not their fault that they are like this, but you know that it is your responsibility to make their children become something better – and then you must also fight for them. One can not hate a plant because it can not grow in dry sand, but one can take its seeds and plant them in fertile soil.

The female Guardians are too proud to defile themselves, the male too proud to lust for defiled women or others’ wives. All the Guardians are noble, and always grow more noble as their lives stride forth. Some even crave answers from the gods, when they see the sufferings of man. And some get answers. Like you have today. The best of them become gods themselves, are allowed to enter our halls and live with us like equals.”

Part III
This was what I remembered. After this I was escorted back to my room. I became sleepy and lay down to sleep. I was back in the mud, still just as battered and dying. But a young maiden had heard my cries and her parents came to my rescue. So I survived. I got to live.

Oft I wonder if it was all just a dream, a dying man’s delusions, but it strikes me as obvious that they were right. The gods told me only what was right. I got a whole new world view, and I hope also that others will learn from what I have told. You can not smell what I smelled when I was there, you can not see what I saw, nor can you know how my travel to the heavens was like – but you can try to imagine it.

This is how I found a Guardian in the end, who could show me the path to the gods and explain to me why the world was like it was. Why the old world had to end and be replaced with a new and better world. How you in your world got a hold of my story I do not know, and neither do I know how your world looks like, but I hope my story can help you know what you should do with your world, so that it too can prosper, grow and thrive in accordance with nature and the laws of the gods.

Translated from Norwegian by Vidar Ermesjø.

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The Scandinavian peninsula is named after Skaði; ‘the procession goddess’. This mysterious goddess was a mountain goddess of rivers and streams, married to the god of the sea, Njörðr. The name Skaði is masculine though, and the god Njörðr is known from Cornelius Tacitus’ writings as a goddess, ‘Nerthus’, which has lead a few Norwegian scholars to investigate further. They found that the goddess Skaði must have been a god and the god Njörðr must have been a goddess. So these deities changed gender at some point between the 1^st and the 11^th century – probably due to a change in society, from a mainly matriarchic semi-nomadic society (ruled by kings, not queens) to a mainly patriarchic agricultural society (also ruled by kings). See Sorcery and Religion in Ancient Scandinavia or MYFAROG for more about that.

Using known rules for reconstruction of proto-Nordic names I have found that Skaði must in the 1^st century have been called *Skanþe (and we already know Njörðr was known as NerþuR). The genitive form of this would be *Skanþin. If we use the same tool on the name ‘Scandinavia’ (No. Skandinavia) we find that it would in the 1^st century have been called *Skanþinawio; ‘*Skanþe’s Land by the Sea’. This peninsula was known from Latin sources as ‘Scandia’, i. e. ‘*Skanþe’s Land’, which means basically the same.

The name is commonly not translated at all by the scholars, but those few Norwegian ones who do translate the name usually translate it as ‘harm’, ‘loss’ and ‘misfortune’. A more reasonable translation would be ‘jump’ and ‘climb’, though; he was a god of hunting and that is what hunters did in the ancient world. Our most ancient forebears, the Neanderthals, even jumped onto the backs of larger animals and wrestled them to the ground, and we can assume then killed them by breaking their necks or by using a flint dagger. That was the most honourable way to hunt¹.

¹The Neanderthals could have used spears, javelins and probably bow and arrow too (although we have no evidence the bow and arrow date that far back in time), but just like some hunters do today when they hunt with bow and arrow, even though they have access to rifles, they chose the more honourable way to hunt – a more ‘fair’ way.

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Of all the areas of Europe, Scandinavia was the best preserved, both in relation to the European sense of honour and justice, but also in relation to life style and race, due to its geographical location, and I think this is the reason why Scandinavia – just like Ancient Greece – has played such an important role in forming, shaping and preserving Europe; our culture, our religion and our (European) species. Even today most of our traditions, still found in Christianity, are more coloured by Scandinavia than by any other part of Europe. Even an unproportionate number of the European nations today, in relation to the size of the Scandinavian peoples, were founded by Scandinavians; Finland, Russia, Ukraine, Germany, the Netherlands, England, France, (Northern) Italy and Iceland – and of course Denmark, Norway and Sweden too. Even Australia, Canada and the USA were founded by the ancestors of Scandinavians; the English and the French. America itself carries a Scandinavian name (from the Latinized form of Norse Heimirîk (Lat. Emericus), meaning ‘Rich Home’).

In spite of this, but probably mainly because Scandinavia resisted the Christianization so fiercly, we see Scandinavia and everything that is typically Scandinavian attacked systematically by ‘popular culture’ (i. e. mainly Jews). Hollywood in particular presents the ‘Viking Age’ Scandinavians as savage rapists and looters void of culture.

My Scandinavian forebears were not rapists; not a single contemporary source describes a single event where ‘Vikings’ raped anyone, but – several hundred years after (!) ‘The Viking Age’ – we see crypto-Jews (‘Christians’) and Christians describing the ‘Vikings’ as rapists. In other words, the accusation is just another ‘hollow-hoax’… They were not raping anybody.

My Scandinacian forebears were not savages either; e. g. the ship technology of the Ancient Scandinavians was superior to that of all others. We already know it was by the time of the ‘Viking Age’, but in fact it was long before that too (e. g. they traded with the natives of what is today Scotland as far back in time as the Bronze Age). Their navigation skills were highly advanced as well, and they might even have used telescopes – something the Christian world didn’t do until the 17^th century.

My Scandinacian forebears were not void of culture either; the art of the ‘Viking Age’ Scandinavians was very impressive, and in fact much more advanced than any other art at the time (and equal in magnificence to the pre-Christian Greek art). The poetry was fantastic too, in shape, depths and scope.

Details from the Oseberg ‘Viking’ ship (and a wagon from the ship), from Norway. Made by ‘savages’?

Some Scandinavian Viking Age objects.

Some Scandinavian Stone- and Bronze Age objects (i. e. from more than 1.300 years before the start of the ‘Viking Age’).

The Ancient Scandinavians defended themselves when exposed to the crypto-Jews spreading their repulsive and genocidal Christianity in Europe, and this is to us known as ‘The Viking Age’. However, the ‘Viking’ attacks on the source of the Christian problem, the churches and monasteries, is always described as motivated by the ‘greed’ of the ‘Viking raiders’ and their ‘lust for gold’, and they claim the ‘Vikings’ attacked these places only for their riches and because they were easy targets. They never want to admit that the Scandinavians attacked these places because they were the root to their (only real) problem; the violent, deceitful and dishonourable Christianization of Europe.

I am tired of witnessing this smearing of Scandinavia. I am tired of this anti-Scandinavian hate-propaganda. I am tired of seeing lies about my forebears in every history book and film dealing with the so-called ‘Viking Age’. I am sick and tired of it. 

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I am proud to descend from men who resisted the Christianization of Europe with brute force. I am proud to hail from a people so advanced, complex and deep, so aboriginal and well preserved as the Scandinavian people. I am proud to be a Scandinavian, and I will work until I die – and in death too – for the splendour of the Scandinavian race. HailaR WôðanaR!  

Italiano. Русский. Српски.

Like all others alive today I was born into a withering world, and in life had to wade through a waist-deep sea of waste; a world shaped by wicked parasites. So I am not as clean as I would like to be. Not as fit either. I am but a shadow of my forebears.

Europe in Ruin;

As some of you already know I am not a very good man. Often I err, and often I go astray. Age weakens me more than it makes me wiser. I am not as much the sum of the wisdom I have gathered through my life, as I am a culmination of all the anger I have produced myself, due to the simple facts that I have eyes and see the world in which I live, and ears so I hear what is being said around me – and not least because I have a conscience, telling me when something is wrong. Very wrong. Not wrong as if a word in a book is spelled wrong, but wrong as if the entire book is made up of lies, written in a foul foreign language and with a filthy foreign script.

Not admiration and love for what has been before, here in Europe, or for what should be; but mainly the anger I feel from seeing what is not as it should be, makes me fight on – for the survival of the biological Europe and all its positive characteristics.

We can love the world and our species as much as we want, and that is all fine, but it will not change anything. We need not flower-gathering Freyjas or dancing ladies, men and women holding hands or laughter in the fields; we need not traditional tales told in taverns or funny fairy tales for children; we need not amazing art or architecture. We, ladies and gentlemen, are under attack, and have been for thousands of years, and we need – desperately need – only the anger and aggression we can produce. We need not a nice little candle to light up our living rooms, but a wild, raging, flaming fire to burn all that stands in our way as we march forwards for the future of our Europe – and fury will fuel the fire the most!

Ôðinn means fury! Ôðinn; that same old god we know so well from the so-called ‘Viking Age’, when our forebears too understood that they needed all the fury they could muster, to fight for and defend the European Europe! Fury! Before and above everything else; FURY!

Summon all the fury you can find; open up all hidden and secrets vaults inside you, open them up and let out all the fury of our forebears! All our fury! Let loose Ôðinn! Let loose your fury upon this wicked world!

…but do it in secret, in the shadows only, where no man can see, in the darkness of night, where only our enemies thrive already. Meet and beat the beast where it dwells. Lay waste to the lair of the eternal loser!

…and wear your armour of law when you do.

I am furious. We should all be. HailaR WôðanaR!

«Waste no more time talking about great souls and how they should be. Become one yourself!»

Marcus Aurelius

Русский. Српски.

One of the best things we can do today, to fight and undermine the powers that destroy us and the world we live in, is to cut them off, so to speak; remove their straws from our resources, and make sure they get nothing, or at least as little as possible, from us. We must stop buying the things they say, but also the things they produce and offer us.

Our parent generation has, mainly with their immigration policy, made sure that for us – their children – to get a roof over our heads we need to either live on their mercy or we must become debts slaves, and milk-cows for the sinister forces that destroy us and everything we hold dear. No matter what we do we will make life for our children even worse, if at all possible.

I have already written about this before, here, but this is so important that I think repeating myself is not a bad thing. You see, there is a solution to this. Not to everyone, I know, but to some few lucky ones, with enough funds for them to at least afford the building materials and some tools, to build a house of their own. Sans mortgage. I am talking about building your own house, doing everything you are allowed to do yourself. This is perfectly possible, unless of course you don’t even have the money for that, or a good enough health.

Our forebears built their own houses, and we can too. It’s that simple. If you can afford a property, but not the building materials then you can, in the worst case scenario, build it from whatever materials are available. I have seen, online, people build houses using empty plastic bottles, hay and mud, branches or whatever, and it works.

I am privileged enough to afford lime stones and Roman concrete for walls, and wood and tiles for roof. I have purchased home made or used oak windows, found online so cheap I felt like a thief when I picked them up – and paid in cash. The doors I will build myself, using wooden boards. Oak, purchased uncut.

Right now I am still working on the foundation for the garage/planned temporary residence (where we will try to live whilst I build the actual house). Last year I dug what I figured would be enough, but after winter it was over-grown and I had to dig some more. Using the best tools availvable for this; a shovel and my own body. I also realised that I should make it level, and have now dug for five days and will have to continue doing so for at least another five. This is hard work, and the Sun is hot, but I can feel how my body is thriving as a result of it. I grow stronger, not by spending money in a gym, but by using it as intended. I hope – and know – that the rest of the build will be as physically demanding.

As you might know I have a wife, and we have three small children. Many would say that a construction site might not be the best place for children, but I beg to differ. They enjoy helping me out and when they are tired of that they play instead.

Children don’t offer much actual help, but they enjoy it and also learn from it. Digging is good for them too. They become stronger, just like me.

We have purchased a concrete mixer, used of course, and I look forward to being able to start the actual building process.

Building your own house is what our forefathers did. So I do too. And by doing so I undermine the sinister forces in our society, enslaving and exterminating us. There are no better role models than our own Pagan forebears. HailaR WôðanaR!

PS. Yeah, well I can add that this is often what happens when mothers let fathers have the responsibility for the children for a few hours…. Will they never learn? (the mothers, that is…). *sigh*

It started out good though. 

Русский.

As a young man I some times took long walks in the rain, all by myself and during the late hours of the day. For some reason I did get something from observing the world, and I guess more than from participating in it – probably for reasons explained here. Rather than listen to the sounds of the world I used to bring a walk-man, playing Iron Maiden mostly.

I was not a bully, and I never started a single fight myself, but I spoke my heart when I often should not have done so, and because of that I had many enemies (not unlike today…). I was also arrogant and looked down on those who deserved to be looked down upon. For some reason I didn’t care and I guess I even wanted this; «if the world is sick, why should I not be in conflict with those who seem to fit well in this sick world too?». Most of the time I won the fights (and note that I never attacked anybody! I was always just defending myself). In fact I won so many fights that by the end of the 8^th grade I think I had beaten up more than 50% of all the boys in the 9^th grade at my school, and was very unpopular amongst them. I don’t tell that to boast, and I don’t think I was actually stronger than the other boys; I was just more brutal, aggressive in the fight and willing to use brute force. When e. g. one huge 2 m tall 9^th grader tried to gently wrestle me, a 7^th grader at the time, to the ground I responded by giving him an elbow in his nose, and of course because of that won the fight. He lay there crying like a baby when I left him. Another guy, my own age, but both bigger and stronger than me simply threw me to the ground and held me there. He asked me if I «gave up», thinking he had won. Yeah sure; I simply kneed him as hard as I could in his face. He instantly let go of me, and started squeeking like a pig in a slaughter house. He was bleeding from his face when I got up. When some Asian girl told me I was «cruel» I kicked him in his stomach too – just to piss her off even more. Then I left. His friends were just standing there, looking at him squeeking. I was of course alone from the start.

Most of the time this «war» was very uncomfortable. I always had to watch my back, because there were always some older boys looking for me, to «get» me. One time when I was 16 and was driving my moped I noticed a car following me. It was loaded with five obviously older and bigger boys, I guess around 18 years old all of them, and not at all very friendly looking. I took some odd turns, and they kept following me. When I sped up they did too, and I figured I should try to loose them. I drove as fast as I could to a small road that I knew was a dead end, and where the speed bumps were simply extreme. Driving a moped I could just use them as small jumps, and I did. The car following me however was beaten and bruised by them, to put it that way, and I am not sure if what I did was really that smart. Now I was being followed by five probably really pissed off 18-year-olds! The road was a dead end, but I knew of an open field around a corner to the left and I headed for it – full speed. Again I jumped, on a little elevation in the ground, and I landed in mud – and was stuck! I turned my head around to see if they were still following, and saw their car litterally crash into the little elevation in the ground. The opening to the field was simply too narrow for the car to enter. Dirt and small rocks flew through the air when the front of the car hit the elevation. The opening to the field was so narrow though, that the right doors of the car could not be opened, so only three of them were able to quickly dismount – and they came charging for me. The first one didn’t see the mud, so he fell – flat on his face into the mud. His entire front was brown from mud and he was just screaming madly, in anger! «Shit», I thought to myself. «I really need to get out of here». Being stuck in the mud with a moped is no big deal after all; I could just give full throttle and use my legs to walk the moped out of there, so I did. But the two guys still on their feet were very close. Now, the only problem – to them of course – was that they were behind me. So when I gave full throttle I spun a ton of mud directly unto them. It was like a spray of mud! At that point I started laughing; I was inching my way forwards, but because of the mud so were they, trying to get to me whilst protecting their faces from the mud spray. Finally I got out of the mud and could continue on dry grass, to the other side of the field, and my safe escape. *Phew* One bullet dodged.

PS. I think it must have been a Friday or Saturday evening, because the five guys in the car were dressed for a night out, so they wore nice clothes… 

My «escape plan». A is where I descided to bail out. B is where their car crashed. The route between B and C is where the open field (and some forest) was. The speed bumps are gone. You can no longer drive from A to B with a car (the road has been closed for traffic) and they have built houses on the open field. The forest has been cut down too. «Progress», they call it. Oh, and the “dead end road” is no longer dead end, I can see. 

A good Spot to Crash a Car following You (there was no path after the elevation in the ground back then, and the elevation was more abrupt);

There were quite a few situations like this, but I was always damn lucky – pardon my language – and either won the fight or got away fairly unscathed. Against all odds I was never beaten up, and like I said, it was not because I was such a strong guy. Many of those I won over were stronger than me. Many were even better fighters too. I am neither very strong nor a very good fighter. I am just lucky. My Hamingja must be strong.

Yes, that is the point I want to make here; I feel lucky. Whatever I have done, for better or worse, I have always been exceptionally lucky. I have had a loaded revolver pointing at my forehead; I have even had a .22 caliber rifle pointing at my head at point blank range fired at me, but it misfired, so I lived to tell about it. One time a guy (a supposed «friend») tried to cut my wrist, attacking me with a knife in a back alley in Bergen, but I just turned my arm around 180 degrees, so all I got was a little cut on my arm.

A Scar to Remember;

One time I ran away from a pack of rabies infected dogs in Baghdad, and managed to – six years old – climb over a more than 2 meter tall concrete wall, to safety, before they caught up with me. They caught my brother and me by surprise. My brother climbed a palm tree instead, and my parents had to rescue him using a car to get to him. The more I think about it, the more such scenes comes into my mind, memories of my own past, and how lucky I was to get away unscathed.

“Death is often the best healer.” (Þulêan proverb)

“He who fears death can not enjoy life.” (Þulêan proverb)

Of course there are many others who have experienced much more than I have, and much worse things too, but the point I wish to make is that I feel lucky. Blessed. Yes; even important. I feel as if someone or even something has protected me ever since I was born. Call it a God or a Spirit if you like, or a Guardian Elf.

Hâvamâl stanza 77

“Deyr fê

deyja frændr,

deyr sjâlfr it sama;

ek veit einn,

at aldregi deyr:

dômr um dauðan hvern.”

(Cattle die,

friends die,

you die the same way yourself;

but I know one thing

which never dies:

the decision of every man’s death.)

The ‘problem’ though is that I feel as if that same someone or something has also lead me into all these problematic situation – as if to educate me. To strengthen me. To prepare me. To turn me into something a bit more useful… This also would explain why I ended up in prison; it was to educate me. Would I have read all those books had I not been locked up and in a sense been forced to do so (or lose my mind if I didn’t)? No, I would probably have died very young, most likely in some desperate suicide attack on… everything.

“There is no death for the honourable, only a change of bodies.” (Þulêan proverb)

I am still here, in this strange world, lucky and guarded by (for lack of a better name for it) Ôðinn. In dark moments I do feel cheated for that heroic death, but I am beginning to trust my destiny more. I am still here for a reason. Maybe just to continue to sing my silly songs, or perhaps for something else. I don’t know yet.

“Death answers before she is asked.” (Þulêan proverb)

I can dream and I can hope; I just don’t seem to be able to plan anything, because my personal wishes and opinion doesn’t seem to be taken into consideration by the gods… C’est la vie, I guess. HailaR WôðanaR!

“A fair death honours the whole life.” (Þulêan proverb)

PS. All “death quotes” are from MYFAROG.

David Duke claims to be a Christian, but he talks like an Ôðalist. Give him 10 minutes of your life. He deserves to be heard.

Related post here.

Русский.

For as long as I can remember I have been what I like to think of as a romantic. A classic romantic, dreaming of performing acts of heroism. There were no princesses to save from trolls or dragons any more (…!?), but I did have a faint hope that I would at least get the chance to rescue someone from certain death in some other context. I was even hoping that someone would be in need of help, like being caught off guard in front of a bus, just to give me the opportunity to jump out in front of the bus and push them out of harm’s way. My own death was not a necessary part of these heroic plans, but I never cared too much for my own safety. Children caught in wild streams, car crashes, air planes on fire, maidens being harassed, whatever; I was ready to act! Now, I did feel a bit bad for actually hoping that others would be in need of help, but how can anybody become a hero if there is no one in distress? These silly, naive and romantic dreams never really disappeared. I am still that fool hoping for an opportunity to help others in dire need of help – the more the merrier. In fact, I think that most European men are – if they are honest enough to admit it – just like me in this context. The self-sacrificial heroic mentality is deeply rooted in our psyche. It is actually a rather typical expression of the European spirit.

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On Friday there was a train accident in a Parisian suburb (i. e. an area populated mostly by immigrants), and several individuals were killed and many were wounded. Some were even decapitated in the accident, I guess by flying debris. My wife told me about this, and I responded by saying to her that I didn’t believe it was an accident. I was sure it had happened because of sabotage. The cause of the accident was listed as due to high temperatures in Paris (?). Right… Yesterday evening the French (“French” as in Jewish) media reported that “youth” (i. e. immigrant youth) were throwing rocks at the firemen who came to help the many wounded.

Today the emergency personnel has gone out public and stated that the “youth” had been waiting there when the train crashed, and had then started to rob the wounded and dead passengers when it crashed. They had thrown rocks at the firemen, the ambulance personnel and the police to keep them from aiding the wounded, because they had not yet finished robbing them. There were more to loot, apparently.

The “French” president, the Jew Mr. Hollande, and his Socialist government describe the reports of robbery (told by the emergency personnel at the scene!) as “rumours” and as descriptions of “isolated incidents”. They also seem to fail completely to admit or even contemplate that perhaps the train crashed because somebody wanted it to crash, and actually did something to make it derail and crash. Like e. g. the gang of “youths” standing nearby ready to rob the passengers when it did.

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Now, had any European attacked these looters, like e. g. I for sure would have done had I been there, to make sure the emergency personnel could assist the victims, what do you think would have happened to him? Yes, the looters would have, by the Jewish media, been described as “immigrants running to the crash site to help the wounded”, and the European attacking them would have been an “evil racist Nazi thug”, and he would have ended up in jail, possibly for the rest of his life, for “hate crime“.

This is the Europe our parent generation has left us and our children with. We have no protection from the law, but the law does prevent us from protecting ourselves. We have a government who not only imports criminal non-European scum en masse, but who also lies to us about the consequences of this. “Our” media is no better than the media in North Korea, and serves only their Jewish masters in government, and deliberately ignores, hides or explains away the truth. Their sole purpose is to spread anti-European propaganda and to cover up reality.

I am so angry, and I have been the whole day, and I just don’t understand why Europe doesn’t revolt against this. What do they have to lose? They have already lost the protection of the law, the freedom of speech; they are already living like slaves, working not for their own interests but for Jewish-owned banks and Jewish stock holders; the elections are obviously rigged, so there is no political solution in sight, and even if the elections weren’t rigged the media is under Jewish control, so there is no hope for any real political alternative. They have already lost their safety; they are being robbed before or even rather than being helped when they are injured, their daughters are routinely sexually harassed and run a serious risk of being gang raped by immigrants (an estimated 25% of all Swedish girls born today will be raped during their lives), their sons are routinely harassed and beaten, and even stabbed in the streets by gangs of immigrants, and so forth. What will it take for them to say stop and to take action to change the situation? If we don’t we will all be killed, one after the other, and each and every one of us.

Yes, you see; that is what they want! To exterminate Europe, lock, stock and barrel. They hate us! There is nothing they hate more than Europe and everything European, and they want it all gone – and they have been working for thousands of years already to ensure that this will happen. It must stop; we must take actions to end this. Before it is too late.

Hermann calling the Germans to Arms;

For obvious reasons I will not encourage anybody to take any illegal actions to end the European genocide, but there is much you can do that is not yet illegal. Be smart about this, and never give them an excuse to tighten the screw even more. I will suggest that you first of all take action to expose them and their lies to as many as possible – like I do here, but also like you can do elsewhere; in public, in private and in so many ways. You can e. g. make “DestroyZionism.Com” and “ThuleanPerspective.Com” stickers and put them on your car, tell the truth in all possible contexts to as many as you can. Make leaflets and put them in mail boxes in your area. Write “DestroyZionism.Com” or “ThuleanPerspective.Com” on walls. Whatever. Everything helps. Rivers are made from tiny drops of water! Let us together make a river of Truth! Let is wash away their lies and clean the mind of Europe! Let it wash away all liars and traitors, and drown the beast once and for all! HailaR WôðanaR!

Our coward Parent Generation doing what They have always done;

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The Ancient European concept of freedom is found in a pair of deities; the Scandinavian Freyr and Freyja. Their names derived from an Indo-European root *pri- meaning “love”, “liberate”, “spare” and “free”. They are twins and children of Njörðr and Skaði; the sea and the rivers running into the sea, joining her. We know these deities from Greek mythology as Dionysos/Bakkhos (“twice born”) and Aphrodite (“born from foam”), and from Roman mythology as Liber (=Bacchus) and Libera (=Venus) respectively.

“A Bacchante” by John Reinhard Weguelin.

Freyr is also known as Vêi, and is in that role said to purify, to make sacred, to separate the good from the bad – he distinguishes the wheat from the tares, so to speak. He is a god of youthful strength, freedom and good health. His home is called Alfheimr (“white world”, “elf world”) and he is connected to the rune InguR (“meadow friend”), which is a picture of a couple making love in the meadow. Freyja is a goddess of love, freedom and youthful beauty and health. Her home is called Folkvangr (“people meadow”) and she is connected to the rune Jera (“year”, “good year”), which is a picture of a couple lying next to each other (in the burial mound). Together Freyr and Freyja are said to be the parents of the light elves; the noble spirits of the dead.

“Tanz der Mänaden”, by Lens Cornelis.

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We can see from all of this that their concept of freedom was connected to the cyclic existence of the water. The freedom is born from the sea; this sea vaporizes, it forms clouds in the sky and it falls back down in form of rain. The rain then runs back down to the sea through the Earth, to the sea often in form of rivers – and so it continues for all eternity.

The Aurora Borealis, known from Scandinavia as “The Way of the Bees” and “Elf-Dance”.

Freyja’s connection to the Jera rune suggests the same; the rune represents the goddess waiting inside the burial mound to liberate the initiate from death; he is reborn as he steps out from her womb, the burial mound, and is thenceforth eternal – connected to his hamingja. Freyr’s connection to the InguR rune supports this too; the meadow friends are the bees, that we know already were seen as spirits of the dead, as elves – who live in Freyr’s “elf world”.

“Meadow Elves”, by Nils Blommer. 

There is no complete liberation from the body in the European religion, from the physical world, but there is a liberation of the mind and spirit from the constraints of the physical world. Not only will the Hamingja ensure a continued existence after the physical body withers and fades away into death, but it also connects the liberated man to something greater; to a realm of sorcery, a realm with possibilities the mortal (i. e. uninitiated) man can only dream of. The liberated man becomes an immortal god or a goddess himself! He or she becomes liberated from death, but even more so from the fear of dying! Yes; Hel (i. e. death) is the only deity which answers before she is asked, and most often even when she is not asked, but Freyr and Freyja liberates you from her grasp and ensures your eternal youthful strength, sanity, beauty and health as you are reborn every time your body is embraced by death. Liberation from all the ills of this world and your fear of them can not be found in the world you live in, but in you; in the deities Freyr and Freyja! HailaR FraujaR! HailaR Fraujon! HailaR WôðanaR!

Freyr & Freyja!

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We most commonly assume that it is important to know who is the father, mother, sibling, son or daughter of this or that deity, in the same manner as it is important for us mortal men to know our relations. Naturally the modern anti-European man, and the Jewish science of psychology in particular, has used the stories about the different love affairs of the deities and their family relations for all it’s worth to present our deities as adulterous and incestuous, but like always they get it all wrong.

The goddess Freyja is described as having love affairs with a number of others, and this sounds horrible until you realise that she is just a picture of married women in general – and naturally different married women have love affairs with different men; with their own husbands. In other contexts Freyja’s love affairs are just metaphors or even mysteries (like the Snow White fairy tale).

Freyja sleeps with seven dwarves to get her Brîsingamen, her golden necklace.

When Freyja is said to be married to her own twin brother, Freyr, this too is but proof that they saw the concept of liberty as both masculine and feminine, or possibly that they meant it was slightly different for each of the sexes. There is nothing incestuous about this. Their children, the light elves, are but the immortal spirits the initiated man connects to and join when they are liberated by Freyja-Freyr.

The Brîsingr (“Fire”), which makes up the Brîsingamen; the necklace of Freyja, which can be seen around her neck as a necklace of fires along the coast, as she is born from the foam of the sea on the Summer Solstice.

The gods too are concepts and represent something in each initiated man, and their often seemingly adulterous love affairs are explanations to different phenomena. The offspring of these seemingly adulterous affairs are but the effects and consequences of the phenomenon in question.

When a deity is e. g. the father of another it does not mean that he actually fathered the other, but e. g. that the first gave reason for the latter to come into existence, or that the mastery of the powers of the first is a pre-requisite for the mastery of the powers of the latter. E. g. like you first need to learn the alphabet in order to read a text; thus in a mythological language the Alphabet is the father of Reading, and Reading the son of the Alphabet. No deity actually ever procreated in real life, so they have no sons or daughters, no fathers or mothers, and no siblings; they are but powers inside each one of us – and they lie there dormant until they are “born” or “awakened” by the right initiation mystery or other trigger.

To a few at least this some times becomes rather obvious too, like when Athena (Scandinavian; Sâga) is born fully armed from the forehead of Zevs (here Scandinavian Ôðinn). Of course the goddess of wisdom, lore, philosophy, courage, inspiration et cetera, is born from the alert mind.

So just like there are no different races of gods, there are no different families of gods either. The deities are related to each other not like mortal men, but like natural or supernatural phenomena, like effects and counter-effects, actions and reactions, et cetera, and to understand them we need to think of them as such and understand the mythological language of Europe. The Thunder (Þôrr) chases the Lightning (Loki), because you can always hear the thunder after you have seen the lightning, and the Thunder is married to the Crops (Sif) because the Thunder brings about rain, and rain the Crops.

Perverse Jewish psychologists can keep dreaming about adultery and incestuous relationships amongst the European deities as much as they want to, while they abuse their patients mentally or even physically (as they often do), but the rest of us at least should relate to reality instead, and ignore all their petty and ignorant suggestions and accusations in relation to our Honourable Gods and Goddesses! HailaR WôðanaR!

Freyja riding her wagon, pulled by her two cats, Brundr (“rutting male cat”) and Kælinn (“cozy”, “cuddly”)!

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Although I lived elsewhere when I was a child, my around five years living in Odinsvei («Ôðinn’s Road») are what I most often think of as my childhood. Although I suffered the mental torture of kindergarten and elementary school whilst living there, most of my Odinsvei-memories are from the events in the streets and in the area. The flower meadows at the end of the road. The cliff that only the best climbers of us managed to climb. The lake where we used to ice skate in the winter. The little forest. The hills. Fruit trees and raspberries. The horse track with stables.

With time the flower meadows was turned into a road. The lake was drained and turned into a bog as they built rows of apartments on the hillsides. The forest was cut down and replaced by a parking lot and an industrial building. The horse track was closed down, and the stables were left to rot and fall apart. All in just a few years. And they called it “progress”.

Of all the growths in this world I love trees the most. They are so beautiful and… strange; as if they were the bonds of our world, keeping and holding everything together; roots in the soil, stem in our world and branches with leaves stretching into the sky. Three worlds in one entity.

It is sad to see how entire forests just disappear, almost overnight, but then I remembered one thing; last year I planted thirteen trees on our property. Apples trees, plum trees, cherry trees, peach trees, apricots trees and a yew tree (and a lot of bushes too). I dug all these deep and fairly wide holes myself, using a shovel and simply put the young trees into the ground, covered their roots with some soil and gave them some water. That was it. Yes, it was hard work doing all that digging in the Sunshine, but it took me less than a day – and before anything else I actually planted thirteen trees on our property. I did even before I began digging the foundation for our own house. The trees somehow came first – and it makes sense. They do come first.

HailaR WîdanaR!

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It is a common perception that the old forests of Europe were all large, deep and dark, and that they were made up of old trees. Naturally this is not the case. Many places in Europe there is not enough soil for trees to grow large no matter how old the trees are, and just like today forest fires caused by lightning every now and then burned down a few forests. After every Ice Age ended the forests had to start anew, so to speak, and crawl slowly northwards again, over the open landscape left by the retracting glaciers. The plains were eventually replaced by forests most places, but everything was alive, so nothing remained static for a very long time. Some types of trees took over — “conquerred” — the forests and then after a while a whole new type of forest came about, possibly and probably even with a different fauna.

Today most (79%) of the trees in Norway are coniferous, but even in the Viking Age things were different; if I remember correctly oak forests dominated the entire coastline. Then came the 15^th century, and the oak forests of Norway, and indeed of all of Europe, suffered greatly and most places disappeared altogether, because the Jewified nations of Europe greedily set out to colonize and Christianize (Jewify) the rest of the world – in wooden ships. The coniferous forests took over in Scandinavia.

Although most trees even in the Ancient World were not as old as we would like them to be there were still many very old trees – and a few very old forests too – and it is no wonder why they were seen as sacred and as manifestations of the deities.

Today we still encounter some of these very old trees, if we move about in the wilderness, and some places they are more common than other places, and when we do they still impress us, please us and make us feel something spiritual. Something Divine!

Some might see light, love and hope when kneeling in front of a crude representation of some crucified criminal Jew, bleeding and dying slowly on a Roman execution device, but I have to say I prefer the sight of the sacred objects of Ancient Europe. When out hiking today I encountered several such old trees and photographed a few of them as well:

Man is capable of creating magnificent beauty in our world, but certainly so is nature on its own. HailaR WîdanaR!

PS. In MYFAROG I included information about all the 13 deities of the year and the 4 deities of the seasons too, and which trees they are associated with. Although a role-playing game, I will recommend it to everyone who find these things interesting. 

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We generally think of the changes in nature as changes, but e. g. when the seasons change they really don’t, because after some time they change back to what they were. So there has really been very little or perhaps even no (significant) change. Rather than a change I think we should call it a rhythm. In a sense there are no changes in the universe, only rhythms.

The Ice Ages come and go too; they stay for about 100,000 years, or perhaps about 120,000 years, and then they go and leave a warm period for about 10,000 or perhaps about 12,000 years. In the long run, there is no change there either, only a rhythm. We are now living at the end of a warm period, and of course the scientists believe that the changes in the climate is due to human activity, but it isn’t; we are entering a new Ice Age, that will cover all of Northern Europe with glaciers, and the climate changes we see now are a prelude to this. Man has no influence over climate.

The forests come and go too; the glaciers wipe clean the land on Northern Europe, and then when they retreat they leave plains that eventually will become forests again. Then the forests change; e. g. birch forests become oak forests, and then finally pine forests. Then the Ice Age returns, and we see the whole process start all over again. Without any real change. It all returns to it’s original form and status. Nothing has really been changed for millions of years… In a sense we are caught in a loop, and we cannot free ourselves from this.

The change in our universe is thus really just a rhythm. There is one exception to this rule though; life. The different living creatures change, due to micro-evolution, or they change, not because they «mutate» as stated by the seriously flawed theory of macro-evolution, but because they mix with other species, as suggested by my wife, and thus occasionally give birth to new species. New forms of life.

Mankind is a living entity, made up of three different species (Africans [Homo sapiens], Asians [Denisova] and Europeans [Homo Neanderthalensis]), each made up of several sub-species (alias races), and each one of them mixed more or less with the two other human species. The modern human species and races can best be described as mistakes of nature, in the sense that their creation came about as a degradation of the original man. Most likely there was originally only one human species, but individuals from this species for some reason mixed with other creatures, and gave life to horrible and grotesque creatures such as chimpanzees, gorillas and the like, and then later on other human beings mixed with these creatures again and gave life to more horrible creatures, such as Negroes and Australian Aborigines; cannibalistic, cruel, stupid, sinister and destructive creatures of no value to the universe. Mistakes. Freaks.

“The Original Sin” that we can read about in the bible, of we ever bother wasting our time doing so, is most likely a reference to the mixing of species, when the divine man mixed with Earthly creatures, and gave birth to the modern man; a defective creature, unable to get rid of this “original sin”, because it is in his blood. The “defect” is passed on to the next generation. Naturally no “saviour” or “God” can save us from this; only we can; by means of eugenics and by embracing Ôðalism, a religion offering a cultivation of only the divine man in us and subjugation of the base in us.

Perhaps you object to the term “religion”, and would rather have a scientific solution? Well, then I can tell that science today is also just a religion, with extremely religious terms such as “The Big Bang”, based on assumptions and wild speculations by man and with no proper scientific backing whatsoever, and where everything is “too difficult for you to understand using your logical faculties”, meaning you are left to trust the magnificent and mighty “scientists” (alias priests) to do this for you (almost all of them Jews, of course). When they actually fail to they just make up new entities and terms, such as “dark matter” and “dark energy”, that nobody can see or in any way perceive (much like “God”), and then use this to fill in the holes in their own seriously flawed and utterly religious hypotheses and theories. There is no such thing as “science” in this context; it is all religion. It is all based on beliefs, imperceivable entities and the hopes and wishes of man – or more often; of Jews.

No, I will stick to the more honest approach, and I will call “my” solution a religion. Yes, this is not my solution; there is nothing new in what I say, only what has been said before – not least in Ancient Greece – and what has been forgotten. I am not the painter of a magnificent and beautiful picture; I am just one of several human beings collecting and putting together the bits and pieces that were scattered by (a sinister) force some time ago; I work to restore a magnificent and beautiful picture that was painted a long time ago by others. By divine Europeans in an age long forgotten. By our Forebears.

We are ourselves the once magnificent statues of yore, but we are soiled, broken and faded, and we need purification, repairs and new life, to be restored to original form. Ôðalism is the tool to fix us. You and me. We don’t bow and beg others to help us, we don’t pray for help from fictional entities nailed to a Roman execution devise, we don’t lie down and hope death will save us; we help ourselves, we find strength in ourselves and we see death only as an intermission in our quest to restore the Divine Europe here on planet Earth! HailaR BalduR! HailaR WôðanaR!

Venus, in desperate need of restoration; she is missing colours and both her arms;

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First some appropriate background music. 

The Judeo-Christians did their best to find a creation myth in all the Pagan mythologies they encountered, and when they found none they just didn’t get it and twisted every word of that mythology and in effect created a creation myth for it. They were not able to understand that not everything has a beginning and an end. They didn’t fathom eternity.

You might say that we cannot blame them for this, because neither do we – modern men. We can understand eternity, but we can not really fathom it. Because of that one of the most common non-European notions today is that everything has a beginning and an end. Even amongst good Pagans we find this primitive idea hammered into their minds. It works as a foundation to all their other ideas and because of that definately limits their ability to think and to see reality.

The Ancient European man was better than us. Yes, we have to admit this; he was better in all respects. He was thus also better intellectually, and unlike us he could fathom eternity. Because of that he created myths that modern man has serious problems interpreting, because he doesn’t really understand them. He is locked in linear time, so to speak. He fails to see beyond the limits of time.

As explained in «Sorcery and Religion in Ancient Scandinavia» the Pagan world view is not linear, it is indeed circular, and thus in fact eternal. It is based on that understanding of eternity that we can not fathom today. There is no creation myth in our mythology. There is no beginning and no end. All births described are mere re-beginnings, so to say; rebirths. What the Judeo-Christians interpreted as «The Twilight of the Gods» or «The End of the World», called Ragnarök, is in fact just such a re-beginning; a rebirth of everything in nature and in man too – as described in «Sorcery and Religion in Ancient Scandinavia», but actually better in «MYFAROG» (not yet published, but you can get a good preview here).

Modern man reacts to this and asks; but when did it start? Where do they come from? What came first? It never started; it was always there. They didn’t come from anywhere; they were always here. Nobody came here first; everyone and everything exist beyond time, i. e. at the same time, in eternity.

The man who failed to fathom eternity created his own flawed theories, that we best know as «The Creation», as described in e. g. the bible. When the same man a few thousand years later got to know more he created a new and to him better idea; «The Big Bang Theory», which of course is in fact identical to «The Creation» in the bible, save that «God» has been replaced by a «Big Bang», and the seven days it took «God» to create the world has been replaced by «evolution». His mind is still stuck in time.

What we should do, even though we can not really fathom eternity, is to think as if there was no beginning and no end. So even though we can not really fathom an endless universe we can base our world view on the understanding that it is indeed endless. Even though we cannot really fathom eternity we can base our world view on the understanding that we live in eternity. There is no beginning! There is no end!

How man came to be is thus a silly question! We didn’t! We have always been here! HailaR WôðanaR!

PS. You can read more about eternity and a better way to perceive the universe in these posts;

B. The invisible light: An infinite cosmogonic and cosmological model 
1. The infinite thought 
2. Electromagnetic radiation 
3. A spacetime ? 
4. The absorbed light 
5. Temporal velocity, geographical velocity and absolute velocity 

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The Ancient Scandinavian description of man is as I see it rather interesting; it describes the physical body as the lîk («corpse»), the life-force that gives life to the corpse is called vörðr («guardian»), the ability to move and learn through repetition is called hamr («shape»), the mind and the ability to reason is called hugr («mind») and the spirit – giving divine powers – is called önd («spirit»).

Everything physical has a lîk.

Every plant also has a vörðr.

Every animal also has a hamr.

Every human being also has a hugr.

Every super-human also has a önd.

The lîk needs hard work or physical exercise; the vörðr needs warmth, sleep and light, the hamr needs joy and appreciation; the hugr needs safety, creative expressions, music, art and dreams as well mental challenges, challenges for the memory, concentration and reasoning; the önd needs harmony, a super-individualistic perspective and a higher meaning. However, the bodies need the opposite of this as well, to thrive and survive; the lîk needs rest; the vörðr needs cold and darkness; the hamr needs sorrow, grieving, silence and emptiness; the hugr needs danger, peace of mind and calm; the önd needs disharmony and sadness as well as ruthlessness. Too much of one thing can only be destructive though, no matter what that one thing is. Each needs both the positive and the negative. Day and Night. Summer and Winter. Sun and Moon.

If the divine man loses his spirit he becomes a normal human being. If a normal human being loses his mind he becomes an animal. If an animal loses his shape it becomes a plant. If a plant loses its life-force it becomes a corpse.

In a more Greek and classical esoteric language these bodies would be called the Physical Being (lîk), the Etherial Being (vörðr), the Astral Being (hamr), the Mental Being (hugr) and the Spirit (önd).

The physical being is of course our flesh and bones, so to speak; the vessel carrying all the other beings. The life-force could probably be said to reside in the blood or some other «life liquid», but most likely in the heart itself. The shape would be our ghost form, an invisible shape filling out the entire physical body (and even if you lose a physical limb, the ghost limb would still be there). The mind would naturally be located in the brain.

So what about the spirit? Where does it reside?

The thymus is a very rarely mentioned human organ, mainly because we really don’t know what it’s for, save that we do understand it seems to be a part of the immune system. Plato mentions thymos, as one of the three parts of the psyke, and – like so often is the case – the ancients were closer to the truth than we are today. We can thus assume that the spirit resides in the thymus, as suggested by my wife in one of our conversatons, although certain animals too has a thymus. What to make of that? Well, to have a spirit you need a thymus, but the pressence of a thymus does not mean you have a spirit. It just happens to be the organ that will house the spirit if it is present.

The Greeks today use the term to mean «anger». As we know the name Ôðinn translates as «fury» as well as «mind», and the rune symbol linked to Ôðinn is called ansuR , from PIE *ans-/and- (Norse âss, known better from it’s plural form æsir), which translates as «spirit», and which is a symbol of a fisherman’s spear point, of the type used in the Stone Age to catch fish. This is the spirit that descends from the sky and attaches itself to the earthly body and turns it divine! Ôðinn in man, the deities in man, the divine man. Naturally the other mentioned term for spirit, önd, also derives from the same PIE root (*ans-/and-).

Ôðinn becomes more and more interesting as a deity, and we understand how many think of him as «the king of the gods», even though Tyr (older form TîwaR) is obviously mightier and indeed the true king of the gods. Tyr is the Sky God. Ôðinn is just an aspect of Tyr. They are one and the same, of course, and yet different; Ôðinn is the heavenly beam that enters man and inspires him!

The name of TîwaR is interesting too; it translates as «beam», but became known as meaning «gods». He is the divine light not from the Sun or Moon, not from any one of the planets or any one star in particular, but from every celestial object emanating light! He is the Sky God after all! Ôðinn is the divine light that inspires man; the light man sees and takes in. This light in turn can come from any one celestial object, or from several of course.

If you remove the thymus organ from a man he will not die, but the organ assumed to house his spirit is no longer there, so we can assume that he will no longer have a spirit. He will be just an ordinary man from then on – unless of course if he already was, in which case nobody will see any change whatsoever. If you remove the heart you no longer have a life-force, so you will in any case die, and the spirit will leave you. If you remove the brain you will no longer have a mind, and I guess life without a brain is not too common either – although we can easily think otherwise when we see the actions of our politicians.

Then comes the racist part; yes, you are right if you think that only the European man has the ability and capacity to «house» a spirit, to be inspired by the deities, to live as part of a deity, to be a deity himself! To do this you need to have European (=Neanderthal) blood. Further, you need to have a sufficiently advanced and noble mind, and of course a thymus not damaged by e. g. radiation (something that perhaps could explain this). Finally, you need to trigger the enlightenment, so to speak, by way of religion and religious rituals.

This, ladies and gentlemen, explain why I – an actually rather hopelessly a-religious person – find the Ancient European (=Neanderthal) religion so important. Every other religion on this planet is just a misinterpretation and misconception of the Ancient European religion, and some times even a twisted, sinister, perverted and soiled version of it as well – as is the case for Judaism. No non-European people has ever created a religion; they have only come to learn of the European religion and has made a religion of their own based on what they were able to understand and learn from this!

There are three human species and many races of men today, but there are really just three types of men; those who are divine, those who have the potential to become divine and those who are not divine. Europeans can be of any of the three types, but the rest are all of the latter type. The enlightened European Noble man is the only Divine Man – and yes, he is always «autistic». HailaR TîwaR! HailaR WôðanaR!

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If you want to see the past all you need is to close your eyes and listen to music. Every note is a step on a ladder or a staircase leading neither up nor down, but backwards in time; it rotates freely in empty space, like a meteor from afar or a swirling galaxy, and climbing it makes you dizzy.

Time is the illusion of a human mind only able to see eternity in one glimpse at the time, and the steps lead you out of this illusion; to the true presence. You can see it all, everything that has ever been, but you focus on the most beautiful thing you can imagine. The harmony of our universe is visible to us. The beauty is right there in our own minds. All we need is to let it dominate our world as much as it can our minds.

Europeans working to create beauty where there was none, harmony where there was disharmony and meaning where there was meaninglessness.

A big thanks to Lauri for (twice…) sharing the music used in this post. 

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llustration of a Pagan sacred site, in Ranheim north of Trondheim, demolished (!) by the non-European Muslim minister of culture in Norway, Hadia Tadjik, to make room for apartments for the growing (immigrant) population in Norway;

When I was a child I sometimes visited an ancient Hörgr, a Pagan altar from the days of yore. It was located on a hill and was surrounded by large and beautiful trees and a natural circle on the ground, used for dance and processions by Ancient Europeans during High festivals. The atmosphere of the place was wonderful, and I felt as if I entered a portal to a better age. The site was simply put engulfed in glamour (i. e. ‘magic’).

My family had a Summer house on Stord, an island off the Norwegian West coast, and when we went there – pretty much every weekend during the course of the Summer throughout my childhood – we sailed past a place called Tysnes (‘Tyr’s Headland’). We never stopped there, I have never been to Tysnes, but I felt the glamour of the area; it drew me in, it drew my mind and spirit in, even though my body was left in our boat. I never looked in any other direction than in the direction of Tysnes when we passed by, so often – trying to get a glimpse of what was there.

Vevatnet (‘the sacred lake’) on Tysnes

There is something very peculiar about old European cultic sites, and they all speak to those willing (and able) to listen. The mere sensation of such a sacred site can be an initiation and a trigger of dormant abilities in the European man. They are like portals into the past. Gates to ancient spirits and influence – and they are just about everywhere in Europe; scattered all over our fine continent.

During my late teens I very much appreciated the idea that you can not just feel the spirits and ghosts of the past, but actually also see them and perhaps even communicate with them – or at they can communicate with you; if you put a mask on. Our forebears believed that you could see and even enter the spirit realm if you put some sort of mask on, and then entered through a gate (a burial mound, a hollow tree, a trapdoor, a well, a bridge et cetera). We know this use of masks from the Greek theatre, but also from the berserk cult and different European religious traditions – and not least from our fairy tales. The idea was that they had to dress up like the dead, to gain access to the realm of the dead – like we are supposed to do on Halloween, the hallow evening when you are hallowed/initiated – when you start the process to become a part of the Hamingja of an honourable dead person chosen by you.

Being an ardent role-player, a natural-born rebel and a well thought through anti-Christian it was naturally not too strange an idea for me to put such a mask on and then enter ancient Pagan sacred sites. Naturally I saw no spirits or ghosts flying about, that is not what our forebears believed they would see either, but I was indeed inspired – by the site and it’s atmosphere. We could say Burzum and it’s music stems from this inspiration; channeled from Pagan hargir auk hôp (‘altars and temples’).

The European sacred sites are often located in the most beautiful places of Europe, where nature alone gives you a feeling of awe and a connection with something spiritual, special and divine. They are there to connect you to your blood (your forebears), your soil (Ôðal) and your meaning of life on all levels. HailaR WôðanaR!

PS. Hargir = pl., horguR = sg.; hôp = pl., hup = sg.

Different European sanctuaries;