This is a hearty hail to Nordic Circle Kindred in Arizona, which was officially founded earlier this year in January 2016. What makes NCKAZ different from other kindreds is that they are actively in the streets passing out food, water and clothing to homeless military veterans. They are a kindred of action or as they would say, “Boots on the ground”. NCKAZ is making a difference! If you wish to make a difference by supporting the kindred’s efforts, or if you want to find out what the kindred is doing; go to their web page. You can call them at 1-800-529-1542. Or you can do as I do and follow them on Facebook. The veterans could use our support. They fought for us, let’s fight for them!
Raise your mead horn with me and give Nordic Circle Kindred a hearty hail !!!!
The Roman Emperor Flavius Claudius Julianus, known as Julian, was the last “pagan” emperor of the Roman empire. The emperor Julian attempted to restore Rome’s greatness, by restoring traditional Roman values and religions. Julian was a very complex man, much more so than later emperors. Julian was at times a brilliant military leader, a social reformer, a government reformer, a philosopher and a promoter of neo-Platonic paganism. Christians derisively refer to Julian as “The Apostate” because he had been raised a Christian. Julian did not openly reject Christianity until after he had “taken the purple.”
Julian was born in 331 or 332 in Constantinople. Julian’s uncle was the Emperor Constantine I. When Constantius II became Emperor, he had most of Julian’s relatives murdered. Julian and his half-brother Gallus were raised in exile on an imperial estate. Julian received a Christian education under the Bishop of Nicomedia, Eusebius of Nicomedia. However, when Bishop George of Cappadocia lent Julian books from the classical period, Julian developed a strong interest in philosophy and traditional religions, which Julian knew that he had to conceal.
In 351 Julian studied neo-Platoism under Aedesius and neo-Platonic theurogy from Maximus of Ephesus. In 355 the Emperor allowed Julian to travel to Athens, where he studied philosophy and was secretly initiated into the Eleusinian Mysteries. Later in 355 Julian’s life made a radical turn, he was summoned to the imperial court at Mediolanum, and Constantius II had Julian married to Constantius’ sister Helena before sending Julian to Gaul as Caesar of the West.
Constantius thought the scholar would only be a figurehead, however Julian excelled in Gaul. Julian quickly adapted to military life and was responsible for winning several military campaigns. Julian’s popularity in Gaul swiftly grew. In 360, while in Paris, Julian’s legions proclaimed him Augustus (Emperor). Constantius maneuvered his legions in the east to meet the threat, but Constantius died before a civil war could begin in earnest. According to Constantius’ writing, Julian was Constantius’ choice for succession.
In 361 Emperor Julian entered Constantinople and began making governmental reforms by drastically reducing the size of government. Julian re-opened closed pagan temples across the empire and removed the advantages the Christian emperors had given Christians over non-Christians. Julian planed to rebuild the Jewish temple in Jerusalem, to further divide the quarrelsome Christians further. Julian weakened the power of Christian’s but he generously did not persecute them. Julian passed an edict guaranteeing freedom of religion. Julian addressed the senate, which emperors had not been doing and wrote books and essays in spare moments. Julian was a “hands on” working emperor, which did not endear him to the fired bureaucrats.
Julian began ruling in the style of a Marcus Aurelius or a Hadrian. Knowing that he needed the support of the eastern legions to remain emperor, Julian planned a campaign against the ancient enemy of Persia. A victory would assure his stability, enabling him to complete his reforms with the support of the army. Antioch would be the staging point for the campaign in Persia. After five months in Constantinople, Julian left for Antioch.
Julian’s stay in Antioch was unpleasant for the Emperor and the citizens of Antioch. Although most of the empire was still pagan, Antioch had become strongly Christian, the local temples had been neglected. The citizens of Antioch also expected the emperor to be aloof and follow the whims of the mob, but Julian led an ascetic philosopher’s life and his participation in pagan religious rites stunned them. Animosity grew on both sides. While in Antioch, Julian wrote the book Against the Galileans, which according to Christian apologist Cyril of Alexandria, was the most important work ever written against the Christian religion.
On 05 March 363 Julian happily left Antioch with an army of 65 to 90 thousand soldiers on the march toward Persia. By the middle of May, Julian’s forces arrived at the city of Ctesiphon, where they defeated defending forces in front of the city walls. However, the Romans did not believe they could breach the city walls with the threat of the main body of the Persian army at large. Julian made the decision to bypass taking the city and push with his army into the interior of Persia, in hopes of a decisive battle on Julian’s terms. Julian believed in the transmigration of souls and that he was Alexander the Great reborn.
The Persians used slash and burn tactics before the advancing Romans depriving them of food supplies. The Persians also employed attack and run tactics against the weakened Roman army and avoided an all out battle. On 26 June 363 near Maranga, Julian’s column was attacked at the Battle of Samarra. In a hurry to inspire his troops to counter attack, Julian leapt upon his horse with his sword, leaving his armor in his tent. In the mêlée that followed, Julian was struck by a lance piercing his liver and lower intestines. Julian was quietly removed from the battle, but the word that he had been seriously injured quickly spread. Although Julian received immediate surgery, he died in his tent three days later. One of Julian’s Christian generals “Took up the Purple” and became the next emperor. The hope to restore the greatness of Rome faded away.
Immediately it became hazardous to have been a friend of Julian and they began to disappear from public view. Julian’s religious reforms were undone. Many of Julian’s books and essays were destroyed as blasphemy. As an enemy of the church, Julian became almost the devil incarnate and so he remained until the renaissance. However, since the time of the renaissance, Julian has become the subject of researcher, plays and novels. His reputation has been revived in certain circles.
Although Julian’s book Against the Galileans was destroyed, fragments of the book were quoted by Christian apologist Cyril of Alexandria in three books he wrote (Contra Julianum)in an effort to refute Julian. What fragments remain of Against the Galileans is available on the internet or in book form available from Ostara Publications.
Additionally, Adrian Murdock published the book The Last Pagan, which is available through Inner Traditions. The Last Pagan is a very easy read and the writer may give a brief review at a later date. This writer also recommends the historical novel Julian by Gore Vidal. Vidal’s novel brings the characters to life and he had his own ideas concerning the death of the Emperor Julian.
People such as the Emperor Julian and Hypatia of Alexandria are all but forgotten. They should be remembered for the resistance they gave to a universalist, centrist controlling religion.
This writer refers to our current situation, in the remnants of western civilization, as the Wolf Age. Generally one hears that we are approaching the apocalypse, but this writer disagrees as he has a different mindset. The mindset of those who follow the Nazarene is linear. To the Nazarene there is a creation of the physical world by a god aloof from his creation, the origination of man and the introduction of evil, lives led, death, judgement and an eternity spent in praising the creator or an eternity spent in punishment for denying the Middle Eastern god of love. It all occurs in a straight line. Mankind’s mother, the earth, is merely an artifact to be used and tossed away because she is not eternal.
But this writer prefers western traditions and philosophies that existed prior to the interjection of the foreign Middle Eastern religions into our western civilization, which have afflicted our minds ever since. This writer envisions eternity as cycles without a clear beginning or ending. A swirling eternity that always was and always will be. Cycles of what we call time are always repeating themselves, the contents of which are never exactly the same or perfect. In other words, this writer is describing nature. Cycles of nature; where no straight lines exist. The straight line is a creation of man. However, this writer wonders if a line travels far enough will it not curve? Even man is eventually subject to nature. The earth is our mother because we cannot exist without her.
Man observed that plants and animals die, but return anew in the spring. There is a rebirth, a reincarnation of sorts, if something of the previous life returns in the new life. The old ways were similar to the many layers of an onion in which one could keep removing the outer layers and finding new ways of looking at things in each new layer. One could looks at the old myths in different ways, peeling layer after layer. Most will see the old gods and stories as cartoonish characters in outlandish stories fit only for a child. This is how the faithful of the Nazarene portray the stories of indigenous peoples; it robs their traditional stories of their power. One could dig deeper and peruse the stories and gods from a linear perspective.
In the Old Norse poem “Voluspa,” a seeress is brought before an assemblage of the gods. The seeress tells the assembled about the creation of the worlds, the creation of man, the coming of strife and greed into the worlds and the eventual destruction of the worlds in Ragnarok or the twilight of the gods. There is a beginning, middle and an end; the results are known before the game begins. One’s fate or weird is set and one moves in a straight line toward destiny saying one’s lines on cue. The worlds and gods are concrete and tangible. There are the evil Jotuns of destruction versus the gods of order; which is a comfortable position for the dualistic thinker- especially in our current culture.
But one can dig deeper. The student of “Voluspa” will be aware of, but have a tendency to ignore what the seeress said would happen after Ragnarok. There will be new worlds, with a new generation of humans and a new generation of gods. “Voluspa” is cyclical just like nature. Something which is an oppositional force is not seen as evil, but as a necessary evil for destruction of stasis to allow for transformation during the cycle. This works for relative thinkers. The gods may be seen as synonymous with forces of nature or as aspects of one’s higher self. The myths could be seen as stories of transformation through initiation hidden in plain view.
In the view of the controversial Varg Vikernes, the gods are what euro-folk should try to become in this world, after they have obtained their hamingja or ancestral honor. In other words, the trufolk are the gods of this world. To some that would be a very heretical statement and will certainly not be embraced by most. However, to relative thinkers all positions are viable; they are just different levels of the onion. The syncretic thinker understands the various layers of the onion (myths/traditions) and takes the position which he believes will best serve his people and tradition, while maintaining respect for the other positions. Other layers are just as viable and they are still part of the same onion.
Why is this important to understanding the wolf age in which we find ourselves? Because this writer wanted to express that there are different ways of looking at the lore, which is part of a folk soul, and they should be respected. In the “Voluspa” the seeress said:
“an axe age, a sword age
shields are riven
a wind age, a wolf age
before the world goes headlong.
No man will have
mercy on another”
The above quote certainly describes the world in which we find ourselves today. One could take a Middle Eastern linear view of our situation; that we are on a one way trip to oblivion and there is nothing we can do about it. It is a type of thinking with an external locus of control; which is the way our enemies want us to think. However we could look at this with a different perspective a more natural cyclical perspective. If one takes the position that a part of an individual survives death and is reborn in one’s descendants; one’s core essence is therefore immortal. We are our ancestors and eternity is on our side. What will change during the cycles are the body and the personality. Entering the different cycles during times such as the Wolf Age provides an opportunity for one to rise to the challenges presented, increasing one’s honor.
If one does what is right in difficult times, one’s honor will continue to grow making one’s core essence or hamingja stronger. The stronger the hamingja one possesses, the more like the gods of one’s people one becomes. If one does dishonorable things, one’s hamingja becomes weaker. If the hamingjas of the members of a family or tribe become weaker, they as a people become weaker and may disappear altogether. That is why the heroic epic is important in a society, to provide a blue print of how to behave in difficult circumstances. Heroes are not to be watched as in a spectator sport, but emulated in pain and danger.
One may not control one’s immediate negative circumstances, but one can control how one will react to those circumstances and that is enough. Those reactions should be based on the heroic examples of one’s own people. One must develop an internal locus of control confidently anchored in one’s ancestral hamingja. At the center of the onion or mythology is the hero. If a people loses its hero, it must be recovered if they are to again become a healthy people. The lore is a road map to find the hero. The wolf age is the opportunity to recover the hero by peeling back the layers of the onion.
On September 9, 2016 a political candidate for president of the United States was in New York addressing an LGBT fundraiser for her campaign, when she made some negative comments about American citizens who support the opposition candidate. She said, “You could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables … The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamaphobic- you name it.” Such a comment was to be expected from a universalist, corporatist, political hack for globalism, as she was trying to whip up the social justice warriors in the crowd.
There is no intellectual thought or debate to their positions, which are presented to their rank and file followers based on an appeal to their followers’ emotions. There is no consideration given to the negative consequences of their policies, it just has to “feel right.” It must have the appearance of being “loving and kind.” Anyone who opposes their loving kindness must have a mental illness, how could they not? Opposition to the destruction of western civilization is immediately called fascist, racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic and the newly invented Islamophobic to shut down any legitimacy to the arguments against multi-culturalism.
Since one is unable to have an intellectual discussion with the warriors of social justice, this writer is proposing the use of a new term in interactions with SJWs. From the Greek we have Aspros (AHS-bros), which according to what I have found, means “white.” Add that to “phobia” or fear and we have “white fear.” (Of course if you know Greek and another word is better, use it instead.) So in your next interaction with SJWs, ask them if they suffer from Asprosphobia. Keep on point and don’t let them change the subject. Keeping bringing them back to the question and try to force them to answer. You won’t be changing any minds, which are already closed, but you can have some fun with them. Let them know what its like to be deplorable.
Like most other heathens/asatruar, I have an interest in genealogy. It is the “We are our deeds” and “We are our ancestors” type thing. Recently I made the decision to take the AncestryDNA test. I had put it off for some time and there was a certain amount of trepidation of not knowing what I might find. However, I am getting older and I needed to do it for my children and grandchildren. We all know that we need to live today like it might be our last day; because one day we will be right.
For the reader’s general information, the AncestryDNA test covers the entire genome, unlike Y or mitochondrial tests. It then compares the results to 26 regions/ethnicities with a 98% call rate. The test includes Trace Regions where the percentage rate is 0% to 15% or a predicted percent less than 4.5%. According to the Ancestry.com website, there is only a small amount of evidence to believe that one has ethnicity from the Trace Regions and one may not have any at all. The test is gender neutral. Just to clarify things, I know next to nothing about genetics and I am not plugging for Ancestry.com. There are other tests, but this is the only test that currently links with your family tree.
I put my money down and shortly the test kit arrived by post. Like a future guest on “The Maury Povich Show,” I completed the DNA test and sent it in. I routinely checked my email for the notice that the results were in. About a month and a half later, I got the email with the provided link to check the results. As I opened the link, I could envision myself on the stage of “The Maury Povich Show” during a “Who is the baby-daddy?” moment of social depravity. ((Maury)) leans toward the goy and in a condescending manner says “and the father is…” The link opened:
Great Britain- 25%
Iberian Peninsula- 8% (I wonder- Celts or Goths? Probably Celts)
(for a total of 96%)
Western Europe- 3%
Eastern Europe- 2%
Middle East- 4%
(for a total of 4%)
Now I am certain, I could send the raw data to another company and they would interpret the results somewhat differently. It shows only 3% western Europe and I have a traceable German line. However, the Scandinavian results are not so surprising to me. My surname suggests that my father’s ancestors came from parts of Great Britain that were settled and controlled by Scandinavians for many years during the time of the Dane Law.
Unfortunately however, I do not believe the results will allow me and my immediate prodigy the privilege of claiming aggrieved minority status, which would enhance our chances of getting special privileges these days. And unfortunately, if the globalist get their way, my line and many others like it are slated for extinction. We as a people, a folk, need self-understanding. We need self-knowledge. We need self-love.
I was driving to work in a pouring rainstorm. The radio was on, but I was not listening to it very closely when “Riders on the Storm” by Jim Morrison and the Doors came on the radio. The line, “Into this world we are born- into this life we are thrown” caught my attention. The line was suggesting an external locus of control that at times all of us seem to feel. A later line, “There is a killer on the road” was hinting at the dangers of life. I was now listening to the radio.
The next song in the playlist was “Nowhere Man” from the Rubber Soul album by the Beatles. The song was released in 1965. For those who were not there, the sixties were a time of the implementation of movements designed to bring about the destruction of western culture. There were political kidnappings, assassinations, bombings and riots. Many of the foot soldiers of change in the sixties are in positions of leadership today in politics and academia. Not surprisingly we are experiencing a second wave of attacks against traditional western culture, one from which we might not recover if they get their way. I was now listening to the lyrics.
He’s a real nowhere man,
sitting in his nowhere land.
Making all of nowhere plans for nobody.
Doesn’t have a point of view,
know not where he is going to.
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen,
you don’t know what you are missing.
Nowhere man, the world is at your command.
He’s as blind as he can be,
just sees what he wants to see.
Nowhere man can you see me at all?
Nowhere man don’t worry,
take your time don’t hurry.
Leave it all till somebody else,
lends you a hand.
Doesn’t have a point of view,
knows not where he’s going to.
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen,
you don’t know what you’re missing.
Nowhere man, the world is at your command.
He’s a real nowhere man,
sitting in his nowhere land.
Making all his plans for nobody.
Making all his plans for nobody.
Making all his plans for nobody.
(Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC)
The song begins with “nowhere man” in a “nowhere land.” In other words, there is a sense of a loss of personal identity within a culture that has lost its meaning (nowhere land/western culture). The non-person’s plans or reasons for existence have no meaning, because traditional culture itself had been rendered irrelevant. “Nowhere man” is now a human corporate resource or a consumer. The individual is spiritually lost and exists only to produce for the corporation and consume. His points of view (self-identity) are issued to him by the true powers behind the scenes. “Nowhere man” has never looked inward and acquired his own self-worth. (Note that the Beatles went to a foreign traditional culture to find meaning. Being outsiders, they were ultimately disappointed.)
“Nowhere man” is blind to the reality of his own existence or lack thereof. The lyricist urges “Nowhere man” to discover who he is and take command of his own existence. A traditional culture exists to ensure and enhance the existence of its members as a “group,” not as a loose confederation of individuals going different directions. Individual members of the group exist to ensure the survival of the group as a whole. People need other people to survive therefore, the survival of the group is more important than the survival of the individual; who will eventually perish if alone.
To the writer, a healthy culture is similar to strong rope. Individual fibers are woven together into a strand (individual family from generation to generation). The individual strands (families) are then twisted together to make a rope (community) creating something of great strength. If the individual family unit breaks down, then the strand will not be continuous and will be weak. The individual piece of fiber has little strength or meaning outside the strand. Family is everything, you are a continuation of your ancestors and your children are the next fiber in your strand. An over emphasis on “the individual” weakens the culture over time because the fiber will not properly weave into the strand. It is the individual’s responsibility to ensure the continuation of your strand. In reality, at times, individuals will be required to sacrifice themselves to ensure the continuation of the strand and the rope. But one must see something greater than one’s self.
The example of Vercingetorix comes to mind. Vercingetorix (King of Great Warriors)was the king of the Arverni tribe of Gauls. Vercingetorix was able to unite the Gauls in resistance to their impending subjugation by the invading Julius Caesar. Initially Vercingetorix was very successful against the Romans, however he was eventually defeated by Caesar at the battle of Alesia. Caesar agreed to spare the Gauls ifVercingetorix personally surrendered. Vercingetorix rode into the Roman camp alone on a beautiful white horse in full armor. He fearlessly rode past the assembled troops to Caesar, where Vercingetorix dismounted. Vercingetorix removed his armor and prostrated himself naked at the feet of Caesar, where he was arrested.
Vercingetorix was imprisoned for five years under deplorable conditions. In 46 BC, Caesar had Vercingetorix removed from prison to be displayed during Caesar’s triumph in Rome. They cleaned Vercingetorix up and placed his armor on him, but it hung loosely on the emaciated king who could barely stand. After Vercingetorix was paraded through the streets of Rome, he was ritually strangled. It was an inglorious end for a great king, that placed the welfare his people above his own life. Vercingetorix’s sacrifice was not forgotten and today there is a statue of Vercingetorix at the battlefield of Alesia. The inscription on the statue reads:
Forming a single nation
animated by a common spirit,
can defy the universe
Vercingetorix was not a “nowhere man” in a “nowhere land” existing only to feed the global corporate machine. Vercingetorix knew who he was in the scheme of his people, he knew his own true worth and the worth of his people. We must return to our true culture, true roots and be strong again. Multiculturalism and globalism is what Caesar offered the Gauls. We must accept the mono-culture of the new Caesars or like Vercingetorix, resist.
I just read the book Anthony Ludovici: The Lost Philosopher. Ludovici was a British philosopher, who lived from 1882 to 1971. Ludovici would be an interesting study for anyone interested in the alternate right or radical traditionalism. Although some of his material is dated, the majority of his material is still germane today. The first chapter is on religion. Ludovici immediately goes to the topic of ‘Nature’ to prove that the religion of Christianity is unnatural and why.
Ludovici gives several interesting quotes in regards to life’s processes in both plants and animals. Speaking of the natural world Ludovici says, “They give fair field or no favor to all alike, no matter what kind … from the amoeba to man there is probably no animal which is not attacked by some parasite…” Ludovici points out to his readers that there is no fairness in the attacks of the parasite and all creatures are preyed upon. Young or old, rich or poor, deserving or undeserving, there is no discrimination when it comes to nature. You survive or you don’t. The often used words, “It isn’t fair!” would be a very apt description of life.
Ludovici continued with another train of thought in regards to the “will to survive.” Ludovici indicated that there is more going on in nature than just the desire to live. Ludovici says, “… They do not merely sustain their own lives; they obtrude themselves on other lives, even other lives belonging to their own species. They all assault, invade and trespass on alien territory … the need to discharge their strength, to make something else pay .. Their first concern … is enjoy using an expressing energy, if possible at the cost of some other life …” Ludovici then continued on by giving several examples to prove his point that life forms seek to invade and dominate all they can reach. Ludovici is saying that survival is not enough, all life has a drive to expand and conquer.
At this point, one might be inclined to assume that man is not an animal and what applies to nature does not apply to man, in other words man is supernatural above nature. Ludovici continues, “It is a false dichotomy to think of Nature and man. Mankind is that factor in Nature which exhibits its most intensive form of the plasticity of Nature.” In other words man can not be removed from the Nature that is within him. A great deal of man’s behavior could be explained by the following quote, “So there appears to be substantial grounds for the view that a striving after supremacy or power is the basic trend of all nature.”
Lodovici then tackles the concepts of liberal idealism of man’s nature when he states, “What can be the good, then, of speaking of ‘eternal peace’ or a future of ‘loving concord’ for all mankind, or any state in which rivalry of some kind, violence, high-handed apportion … wholly eliminated …That in all of nature there is no trace of any such morality. On the contrary every kind of thuggery, deception, fraud, duplicity and mendacity finds its ablest and most unscrupulous exponents in nature … It is hopeless to seek the sources of human morality in nature … In the social life of man, morality becomes a means … of regulating customary conduct that made communal survival possible …” Therefore that which promotes community or group cohesion and survival is moral; and that which does not is immoral.
While reading all of this, this writer’s mind began to wander making connections with Ludovici’s words and the writer’s previous experiences. And of all things, the movie Conan the Barbarian came to mind. Conan the Cimmerian was a character created by Texan Robert E. Howard. The movie Conan the Barbarian was loosely based on Howard’s character, but did not mirror the original. The movie script was written by John Milius and Oliver Stone. The movie opens with a smith hammering a glowing sword repeatedly on an anvil hardening the steel as the movie is introduced. The opening reminds one of Siegfried forging his sword.
The movie moves to a conversation between a young Conan and his father, the tribal sword smith and possibly the tribal king. Conan’s father explains to Conan, the Cimmerian myth of the beginning of the world and how during a battle with the giants, the Gods accidentally left steel on the battlefield allowing man to purloin steel angering the Gods. Conan’s father said, “The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle Conan. You must learn it’s discipline. For no one- no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts.” Conan’s father points to the sword and continues, “This you can trust.” Enemies and dangers are everywhere, one must trust in himself. It sounds very much like something out of the Havamal.
The die is cast from the beginning, although the norns are unseen. The opening sequence of hammering the steel to make it hard, sharp and dangerous is an allegory for Conan’s future life of being hammered by adversity making him hard, sharp and dangerous. Conan’s village comes under attack by the warriors of Thulsa Doom, who are seeking Conan’s father’s sword. Steel is rare and valuable, equating to power. Conan watches Thulsa Doom behead his mother and take his deceased father’s sword. All of the tribe is murdered except for the children, who are taken away as slaves. If possible, Conan must now avenge the murders of his father, mother and people to properly secure their place in the next world.
Conan is now a nonperson, a slave without any rights or any expectation of survival or worth. Without a tribe, what value does he have? Conan is taken to a great mill that is reminiscent of the World Mill of Germanic mythology. Conan slaves away turning the mill like the giantesses of old, until he is a man and the only one left alive at the mill. Conan has been hammered and he has grown strong and hard, but he is not sharp. Conan is taken from the mill and used as a gladiator for the enjoyment of the mob. Conan is awkward at first, but his sheer strength prevails and he survives. Conan fights in many gladiatorial contests and kills without discrimination or remorse. Conan is a talented killer.
Conan is taken to a sword master for training to make him sharp. Conan is taught poetry and tactics and he is used for breeding stock like a herd bull. Conan appears to be in the service of a Genghis Khan type warlord. Hammered strong and sharp, Conan is miraculously set free by his handler. Conan now runs for his freedom pursued by hungry wolves. With the wolves on his heals, like the wolves Skoll and Hatichasing the sun and the moon, Conan seeks refuge on top of a burial mound.
Conan falls through the top of the mound into the tomb. Inside of the tomb there is a dead Cimmerian king sitting on a throne holding a great sword. If one is familiar with heathen lore, one concludes immediately that Conan has entered the tomb of one of his ancestors. Conan takes the sword from the hand of the dead king and becomes himself. Conan was the king in a previous life. Conan has experienced a mystical experience and he realizes that he has the soul of a king. Empowered Conan emerges from the tomb as his true self, an uncrowned Cimmerian king. Conan then slays the two wolves waiting for him and wears their skins like a úlfheðnar (wolf skin warrior).
Conan’s next adventure is with a witch, who unsuccessfully tries to slay Conan after seducing him. The following day Conan meets his first companion, Subotai a Mongolian style archer. Subotai has been chained to a rock to be eaten by wolves because he is a thief. Conan sets Subotai free and they travel together to the town of Shadizar, where the witch told Conan that he could find Thulsa Doom. Conan and Subotai determine that Thulsa Doom has a temple devoted to his god Set in the town. Conan and Subotai decide to break into the Temple of Set and in the process of the burglary; they come into contact with Conan’s second companion the beautiful Valeria, who is also in the process of burglarizing the temple. The trio complete the burglary together after Conan slays Thulsa Doom’s snake, reminiscent of Sigurd slaying the dragon Fafnir. The burglars make off with many jewels and valuables including the “Eye of Set.”
The trio celebrate their successful burglary by going on a drunken spree. Valeria falls in love with Conan and she becomes totally devoted to him. The trio is too conspicuous and are arrested by the city guards before being taken to King Osric for judgement. Instead of being punished by King Osric for the burglary, he rewards them with jewels. King Osric is a fellow Northmen and king by his own hand; however King Osric is now too old for war. King Osric reveals that he hates Thulsa Doom and his cult of Set. King Osric explains to the trio that the cult of Set is not about love and peace, but about murder and control. King Osric then hires the trio as mercenaries to return his daughter, who has runaway to be with Thulsa Doom.
After being set free, Subotai and Valeria want to leave with what they have and not pursue the sorcerer Thulsa Doom. Conan must follow his desire for revenge and he sets out alone. During Conan’s journey to Thulsa Doom’s main stronghold, Conan comes into contact with his third companion, the wizard Akiro. Akiro, who lives alone as a caretaker at an ancient battle site, becomes friends with Conan. Conan leaves his horse and armor with Akiro and travels in disguise as a “love and peace” type follower of Set in order to enter the strong hold. Conan enters the stronghold, but he is recognized as an “infidel.” Conan is arrested and taken to Thula Doom, where is beaten to get Conan to reveal the location of the items he had stolen from the temple at Shadizar.
When Thulsa Doom confronts, Conan about the theft, Conan replies, “You killed my mother, You killed my father. You killed my people! You took my father’s sword!” Thulsa Doom, who did not recall the murders, sighed and replied, “It must have been when I was younger. There was a time boy when I searched for steel. And steel meant more to me than gold or jewels.” Conan replied to Doom, “The Riddle of Steel.” Thulsa Doom replied to Conan, “Yes! You know what it is don’t you boy? Shall I tell you? It is the least I can do. Steel isn’t strong, boy, flesh is stronger! Look around you. There, on the rocks; a beautiful girl. Come to me my child.” The girl obeys, steps forward and falls to her death.
Thulsa Doom exclaims, “That is strength boy! That is power! The strength and power of flesh! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength of your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste. contemplate this on the Tree of Woe! Crucify him!” In the next scene, we see Conan nailed to a tree similar to Yggdrasil. Conan’s hanging from the tree is Conan’s second mystical experience, similar to that of Odin hanging from the World Tree, Yggdrasil. Conan like Odin, reaches into the depths of his soul to examine all things.
In a near death state, Conan is rescued from the tree by Subotai and taken to the wizard Akiro. Valeria convinces Akrio to contact the neither world and make a deal for Conan’s life. Akiro advises Valeria the Gods would require a heavy price to save Conan’s life. Valeria says that she would pay any price. Akiro works his magic and Conan is saved. Conan slowly recovers and the trio make their plans to return to the stronghold and kidnap King Osric’s daughter.
The trio sneak into Thulsa Doom’s stronghold undetected and make a startling discovery, when they enter the inner sanctum. They find the insiders in the middle of an orgy and a feast of human flesh. While the outer members of the cult believe the cult is about peace and love, the cult insiders are indulging themselves in violence, cannibalism and sex. The trio attack the cult with overwhelming violence and abduct the princess. While the trio are escaping, Thulsa Doom fashions a snake into an arrow and shoots Valeria.
Valeria dies from her wound paying her debt to the Gods for saving Conan’s life. Conan burns Valeria’s body in a scene somewhat reminiscent of Odin burning his son Baldr’s body. Because of Valeria’s love for Conan, she becomes a flygia or follower/protector of Conan. Conan, Subotai and the wizard Akiro prepare for a counter attack from Thulsa Doom. Soon enough the battle begins, as Thulsa Doom, his lieutenants, Rexor and Thorgrim along with a troop of cavalry arrive. Conan negates the advantage of superior numbers and cavalry by fighting from among the rocks and the use of traps. Conan, Subotai and Akiro kill everyone but Rexor and Thulsa Doom.
Rexor, who is wielding Conan’s father’s sword, attacks Conan and defeats him. As Rexor is about to deliver Conan a death-blow, Valeria appears and blocks the sword stroke, much like a Valkyrja from the lore. Valeria momentarily blinds Rexor giving Conan time to recover. Valeria urges Conan to get up and fight when she says to Conan, “Do you want to live forever?” Valeria then disappears. Conan gets to his feet and attacks Lexor. Lexor is trying to block Conan’s sword cut with his sword and Conan breaks Lexor’s sword. Conan then slays Lexor and recovers his father’s broken sword. When Conan breaks his father’s sword, he symbolically destroys his father’s ascendancy over him.
Thulsa Doom, who has watched the battle from afar, fashions a snake into an arrow and shoots at the Princess to keep anyone else from having her. Subotai blocks the arrow with his shield saving the princess. Thulsa Doom flees the battlefield back to his fortress. When Thulsa Doom tried to kill the princess, he broke the spell he had over her and she could see him for what he was. When Thulsa Doom returned to his fortress, he assembled his followers in the darkness. As Thulsa Doom was urging his followers of “love and peace” to return to their homes and kill, “washing away all that has gone before;” the princess was helping Conan sneak into the fortress.
As Thulsa Doom is addressing his followers, Conan confronts him from behind. When Thulsa Doom sees Conan, he looks into Conan’s eyes with a hypnotic gaze as he says, “My child, you have come to me my son. For who now is your father if it is not me? I am the wellspring from which you flow. When I am gone, you will never have been. What would your world be without me?” Thulsa Doom reaches out and touches Conan on the shoulder as he says, “My son, my son.” Conan was momentarily hypnotized by Thulsa Doom, but he overcame Doom’s mind control. Conan used his father’s broken sword to slay and behead Thulsa Doom. Conan holds up Doom’s severed head for all of the cult members to see, before he tosses it down the temple steps. Thulsa Doom’s spell over the cult is broken and they quietly leave the temple as Conan drops his father’s broken sword on the steps.
Many people hate this movie saying that it is racist, sexist, and violent. You have the hated Aryan looking white male overcoming and slaying the black male playing Thulsa Doom. And it is easy to see that the “Cult of Set” represents liberalism. The rank and file followers of the cult believe in universal love and peace, while the inner circle use mind control techniques to control the masses of the their followers (I believe they have a saying, “The masses are a**es”). For the cult, violence is cloaked in a rhetoric of love giving rise to power. Thulsa Doom is urging his followers to go forth and “Wash away all that has gone before.” Is that not the goal of liberalism, to destroy the foundation of traditional western culture?
Conan, representing the traditional pre-Christian western values of strength, honor and loyalty; overcomes the cult of liberalism. Conan has not been feminized, he is a man. Conan is a natural man, he does not resist the urge to expand, overcome opposition and conquer. Many Christians do not like the movie, because they do not understand the subtleties of pre-Christian motifs. The script writers did some research and with a superficial understanding of heathen lore, they produced a script that is heathen tolerable.
The Riddle of Steel is never directly answered in the movie. Thulsa Doom indicated that he had evolved beyond steel and he used mind control (sorcery) to dominate and get what he wanted. “What is steel compared to the hand that wields it?” However, when mind control did not get Thulsa Doom what he wanted, he quickly resorted having his problems solved the old-fashioned way with steel or violence. The riddle is probably in the synthesis of flesh and steel, but that is a guess. Would Anthony Ludovici liked the movie? I don’t know, but I do know that he would have understood it.
In Heathenry or Asatru, August 9 is generally recognized as a day of Remembrance for King Radbod of Frisia. Koning or Duke Radbod lived from 680-719 succeeding Aldgisl. Radbod was an enemy of Charles Martel and the Franks and was resisting efforts to Christianize his kingdom. However the struggle with the Franks was wearing Radbod down and some believe that Radbod believed if he accepted Christianity some of his problems with the Franks may have been somewhat alleviated; and so he allowed the Christian missionary Wolfran into the kingdom.
Wolfran was attempting to convert Radbod to Christianity and Radbod had agreed to the rite of baptism. The story goes that Radbod had one foot in the baptismal font and he began to have reservations. Wolfran was trying to urge Radbod on when Radbod asked the question, “Where are my dead ancestors at present?” Wolfran replied, “In hell with all other unbelievers.” Radbod angrily replied, “I would rather live there with my honorable ancestors to go to heaven with a parcel of beggars!” Radbod expelled Wolfran and resisted Martel and Christianity the rest of his life. The story of Radbod illustrates the premise that our ancestors and honor are central to the practice of native European religions.
On August 9, let us raise our mead horns and exclaim, “Hail Koning Radbod!”
This writer would like to give a very heart-felt hail to Alice Karlsdottir. Ms. Karlsdottir has been active in asatru for over forty years as a gythia and a Master of the Rune Gild. Ms. Karlsdottir’s work has appeared in “Gnosis” magazine, “Our Troth” and her seminal work “Norse Goddess Magic: Mythology, Ritual and Transwork” is possibly the most extensive and widely read practical work on Norse Goddesses. Ms. Karlsdottir has also focused her attention on the nefarious Loki.
Ms. Karlsdottir was a featured vocalist on the album “Birdking” by Fire+Ice, as she sang her song, “The Lady of the Vanir.” Ms. Karlsdottir also sang on the album “North Country” with the group Verdandi. Despite the fact that Ms. Karldottir works full-time and is a stage actor, she makes time to mentor selected apprentices in the Rune Gild. Ms. Karlsdottir took her valuable time and mentored this writer through the Doors, for which this writer is very grateful. Ms. Karlsdottir maintains a presence on Facebook and a blog at https://mad-alice.blogspot.com. This writer believes a fitting tribute to honor Ms. Karlsdottir are her own words:
The Lady of the Vanir
There came a lady fae the west
Who left not one cold man here;
She smelled of trees and ocean breeze,
The Lady of the Vanir.
She kissed the pollen on the rose,
She kissed the golden corn ear,
She kissed the seed within the womb,
The Lady of the Vanir.
She went forth from the towers of light,
She felt no sorrow nor fear;
She went to seek the heart of the night,
The Lady of the Vanir.
She found the cavern dark and deep,
All filled with gold and jewels dear;
She found the small men at their work,
The Lady of the Vanir.
She put her arm about the East,
And found a thought so light and clear;
She breathed forth song and melody,
The Lady of the Vanir.
She put her tongue about the South,
And in her breast a flame did sear;
She shouted forth her battle cry,
The Lady of the Vanir.
She put her leg about the West,
And felt her Mother’s breast near;
She gave her heart to all the world,
The Lady of the Vanir.