Julian The Apostate
Julian The Apostate

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.

Ves Heil,




The Onion


Onion 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.

Varg Vikernes
Varg Vikernes

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.  






Vercingetorix and the “Nowhere Man”

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.

Beatles in Search of Meaning
Beatles in Search of Meaning

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.

Vercingetorix Before Caesar
Vercingetorix Before Caesar

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 if  Vercingetorix 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:

Gaul United,

Forming a single nation

animated by a common spirit,

can defy the universe

 The Return of Vercingetorix
The Return of Vercingetorix

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.

Ves Heil,






Day of Remembrance for King Radbod of Frisia

King Radbod of Frisia [public domain]
King Radbod of Frisia [public domain]
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!”



“Hog Killins and Sech”

It was a cold morning in the late nineteen fifties, even more so because the sun hadn’t come up.   I was going with “paw-paw” on a trip to buy a hog.   Colors, sounds and smells were exciting and more vivid, back when I was a child.   After being roused by my grandmother, I eagerly threw back the covers and felt the comforting warmth quickly fade away.   Then there was that sharp bite from the cold, as I placed my feet on that cold hard wooden floor.   My senses lit up as I smelled the bacon and eggs my grandmother cooked for breakfast, wafting from the kitchen.   I could detect an odor of sulfur in the background from the match used to light the gas stove.

I quickly dressed motivated by the cold, as the pot belly stove hadn’t gotten hot yet.  There was no central heat in this small homestead of an isolated hill farm in Missouri.   I went to the small kitchen and got into one of the four kitchen chairs.   My grandmother put a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs before me.  There was the smell of fresh coffee, but I was too young for such adult indulgences.  My grandmother cooked with lard, as did everyone else back then.   Amazingly, few people were obese in those days.

I was on an adventure, spending the weekend with my grandparents.   Hard working, hardy people of pioneer stock, who had survived the great depression.   An education was a prized thing, something they desired for me.   After I ate, my grandmother bundled me up, it was the first hard freeze of the year.    I am certain I looked like the “Michelin Man.”   I went outside with my grandfather, no women on this trip.   I was leaving the world of women and stepping into the world of men.    I looked around.  The sun was coming up.    I could see the white pump house, with a set of deer antlers above the door.   There was a red barn behind the house and a stock pen north of the house.   Inside of the white boarded pen was a Hereford steer, that I called “Nellie.”


I knew that “Nellie” was special, she (he) didn’t stay in the fields like the other cows.   We fed “Nellie” sweet feed twice a day and I liked “Nellie” she was my cow.   Grandpa’s bay stock horse was in the field with the cows.   But “paw-paw” didn’t have any hogs.   I waddled to the red, step side, short bed, pickup truck that was parked outside of the barn.  The truck had a white, wooden stock rack over the bed.     There weren’t many, if any, stock trailers back then.   Livestock were put in the back of pickup truck or tractor trailer by loading chutes.   Farm trucks weren’t a luxury item back in the day.

I walked to the passenger side of the pickup truck, reached up and opened the door.   With some effort I managed to climb up by myself.   I perched on the bench seat.   I decided not to sit on the Sears catalogs that I sat on (next to my grandmother) when they brought me to the farm.  I didn’t want to look like a little kid on this manly adventure.   I could barely see over the dash.   There were no seat belts in the truck to worry with.   Paw-Paw got in and sat behind the steering wheel.   Paw-Paw was wearing his “chore” coat and a white Stetson hat.  Paw-Paw smelled of pipe tobacco and there was no mistaking that he was a man.

There was no power steering, no air conditioner, and the shifter was on the column.  Paw-Paw pulled out the choke, pushed in the clutch and mashed the starter button, which was in the floor board.   The engine started in spite of the cold and Paw-Paw let the engine warm up, slowly pushing in the choke.   The heater worked and the cab slowly began to warm up.   As Paw-Paw drove down the driveway toward the county road, I looked back toward the house, I didn’t see grandmother.   Didn’t need her anyway, this was man stuff.

We got to the end of the driveway and Paw-Paw pulled on to the gravel county road.   We went up hill and down hill, this way and that, following the curvy road.   The leaves were off the trees and we slowly passed numerous hill farms.   The farms were rocky and trees were plentiful.  There were no crops in the field, the corn had been picked.   There were plenty of frozen over garden plots.   There were chickens, cows, hogs, horses and hay fields at those small farms.   There was a clear creek which snaked its way through the hills on my side of the road.   The road tended to follow the meandering creek.

Rocks popped under the truck tires as Paw-Paw was telling me that kids these days didn’t need to waste their time watching “Mickey Mouse” and other frivolous activities.  Kids needed to learn how to work.  Paw-Paw turned off the gravel road onto a field road.   The popping ended as we drove down the field road, I could hear the tires running over the frozen grass.    We drove through the trees until we came to a clearing.   There were other trucks already there and men standing outside.    I noticed a large tree with a block and tackle set hanging from a large limb.    There was a large 50 gallon drum under the block and tackle.   There large black kettles nearby.   Paw-Paw pulled over and parked.

I got out with Paw-Paw and stayed at his side, as he mingled among the men.   More pickup trucks were coming down the field road.   I could hear the hogs squealing as more trucks slowly meandered up the field road.     How did all of these men know to come here?    Soon it appeared the whole community was here.   But there were no women and no yucky girls; now that is what I am talking about!   Some of the men were wearing overalls, some of them were wearing coveralls, some of the men were wearing khakis like Paw-Paw and some were wearing blue jeans.    They greeted each other in the cold and you could see their breath.  Sounds seemed magnified in the frozen landscape, but the men were not loud or boisterous.

In a scene that looked to be out of The Shepard of the Hills, the men were almost reverential as they counseled together.  One of the men had a suggestion.   He nominated a man, who was an excellent shot, to use a .22 rifle loaded with .22 short to shoot each of the hogs in the head; while they were in the back of the trucks.   The man would kill each hog for a small price per hog.   I was taken back, I didn’t know.   My mind was racing.  The men agreed and appeared to be relieved, most of them didn’t want to shoot their own hogs, if they didn’t have to.  They wanted a clean kill with no suffering.

Hog Killing [Unknown]
Hog Killing [Unknown]
What was this lesson I was learning in the world of men?     I was learning my first lesson, that men are associated with death and sacrifice; which is at times required for group and personal survival.   I loved the taste of bacon on that cold morning, but I never thought that something would have to die for me to not go hungry.   I never thought that someone would have to kill for me.  I could smell the hogs and hear their lively noises as I followed Paw-Paw through the crowd as he was trying to buy a dressed hog.    The shots started, slow and deliberate.

It was not sport, but a serious link in the chain of life.    I told Paw-Paw that I was cold and I went back to the truck and waited.   As a quiet introspective child, I wanted to understand.  I tried to understand.   Then I realized that my pet “Nellie” was receiving special treatment, because she too was soon going to be sacrificed for me.    But I still didn’t like it and I couldn’t understand why things have to die in this beautiful world.

Later in life, like other rural boys I went through the annual fall rituals associated with deer hunting.    The blood if you got your kill, the cut shirt tail if you missed your shot.   So many of us boys would go deer hunting in high school, the teachers would have to cancel some classes, because there weren’t enough students in class.    Boys were learning the important lesson that they could kill if they had to.    I learned to kill deer myself.  But I never really learned to like killing, not really.    I liked being in the woods; the sounds, the sights and smells.    I felt close to the holy powers in the woods.  I learned respect for the part that each of us play in the chain of life.

And this brings me to the topic of sacrifice and blot, which I will cover in greater detail in another essay.   In my opinion if you are a vegan, do not wear leather products and you object to animal sacrifice at your blot; you are not being hypocritical.    If I recall correctly, the All-Father eats no meat, but lives on the inspiration of mead.   If you eat meat, use animal products and you object to animal sacrifice at blot, you are being hypocritical.     A position afforded you because you are removed from the chain of life.   In actuality food does not originate at the grocery.

The animals sacrificed for your hamburger or chicken sandwich were not sacrificed with the reverence and respect a heathen deer hunter would give his prey.    A sacrificial animal should be treated with respect and care, they are going to the other side to give you life in Midgard and connect you to the holy powers.    There should be a sense of loss and a deep appreciation for the life that is given.  Then joy over the connection with the holy powers.  The Galilean thanks the divine for the meal, while the heathen thanks the animal for its sacrifice that links the heathen with the holy powers.

The sacrificed animal should always be eaten, with the understanding that the celebrant will also in time die and take their turn in the cycle of nature.   The Gods get their part and the celebrants get their part, bonding all together in a holy meal.    Remember that sacred means “set apart.”  “Nellie” was set apart for a purpose of bringing wholeness to the Folk that would survive by eating him.   If “Nellie’s” death was dedicated to the Gods for a blessing (blooding), a mundane act becomes a holy sacred rite.





It is the Deep Breath Before the Plunge

In Return of the King (Book V Chapter 1: Minas Tirth), author  J.R.R. Tolkien gives us a conversation between Pippin and Beregond, who is a man at arms of the Third Company of the Citadel.   The conversation takes place in Minas Tirth in Gondor on the eve of the battle on the Fields of Pelennor.   “When?” said Pippin.   “Have you a guess?    For I saw the beacons last night and the errand-riders; and Gandalf said it was a sign that war had begun.   He seemed in a desperate hurry, But now everything seems to have slowed down again.”   “Only because everything is now ready,” said Beregond.   “It is the deep breath before the plunge.”

I suppose that many of us who aware of what is going on in the current wolf age have had this very same conversation quietly in hushed tones with our friends.   It is not a question of ‘if’ but ‘when.’   In Casablanca- “The Usual Suspects” the writer gave a very brief explanation of the ‘who’ and the ‘why.’    To paraphrase Tolkien, this Shadow of Doom steals away the warmth of our blood.   But we should not be disheartened.   As this writer said previously, this wolf age provides us with an opportunity to prove ourselves worthy to be remembered.

After a spate of terrorist actions and social upheavals, things are somewhat quiet as the dark riders of the Shadow of Doom regroup before the next round.   We must take a deep breath and prepare, before we are thrust into the next series of events.  We must prepare mentally, spiritually and physically.   Many, if not most of us, will not survive the shadow that has come upon us.   That does not matter for death comes to us all.   What matters is that the best of our folk and culture survives, so it can thrive again.   We must help ourselves, because there is no one else to do it for us.   Besides, the gods will not do for us what we can do for ourselves.

In the last post, “Thurisaz- Rune for the Wolf Age”, this writer had briefly discussed runic energy in the wolf age.  Continuing with the same line of thinking this writer wants to revisit our heroine in a bit of fiction.   In this story our heroine, Sigdrifa/Brynhild/Europa, was pricked with a Sevefnthorn by the agents of Mordor and she has fallen into sleep.   Our heroine is guarded by those who falsely swore to protect her, and then betrayed her at the direction of Saruuman.   As our heroine Europa is the folk soul, her survival is everything.    To ensure her survival, rangers from the north have at great risk and loss, entered Arnor where Europa was held, and rescued Europa. 

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Hotly pursued by Orcs, the rangers eventually make their way to Minas Tirth, where our heroine is placed in repose in the high keep.   The keep is surrounded on all sides by enchanted thorns, which will repel all but our prophesied hero, who will marry Europa and restore the Folk.    But before determining who the true hero is, the shadow of the Dark Lord is upon Pellenor Field.   Lord Denethor has succumb to the influence of the Dark Lord and calls for the surrender of the Folk sealing his own doom.    Confusion and fear are rampant.   The Folk despair.   Pipin asks Beregond the situation and Beregond replies, “It is the deep breath before the plunge.”

But all is not lost.   The children of the north, the sons and daughters of Odin have gathered on the wall to hear the prophecy of Malbeth the Seer (Chapter 2: The Passing of the Gray Company):

Over the land there lies a long shadow,

westward reaching wings of darkness.

The tower trembles; to the tombs of kings

doom approaches.   The Dead awaken;

for the hour is come for the oath breakers

at the stone of Erech they shall stand again

and hear there a horn in the hills ringing.

Whose shall the horn be?  who shall call them

From the prey twilight, the forgotten people?

Their heir of hem to who the oath they swore.

From the North shall he come, need shall drive him:

he shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.

Hearing that a hero will come, the Folk gain heart and begin working to repel the usurpers, in contradiction to the orders of Denethor.   The Soldiers of Odin eagerly stand to.   Their spears clang mightily against their shields, their voices rise up in a crescendo, eager for battle and hope.   The ravens circle in the sky.   There is thunder as lightning races across the sky.   The Aesir and Vanir have gathered on the wall ready to enjoin the fray against the invader.    The daughters of Odin have taken the heart of Freya within themselves and now desire to be Europa waiting for the arrival of her hero.    Without fear they eagerly await their Orlog.






“Managed Cultural Destruction- We Have Been Here Before”

It is this writer’s opinion that most introspective persons at times ponder the meaning of life and one’s place in the life stream.   Where did I come from?   Who am I?   Why am I here?   What will happen to me when I die?    In western civilization for approximately the last 1,400 years, one was required to unquestionably accept the answers supplied by the state sanctioned intermediaries of the divine.     Many of us, who are older, were taught the answers from a source such as the Westminster Catechism or the Catechism of the Catholic Church.     

Churchmen, who were inheritors of the feeble remnants of the once mighty Roman Empire, attempted to strengthen their power over the folk of Europa by declaring that the stories of their religion were factual, without error and they had the power to keep people from entering the kingdom of their non western Semitic demigod in the  afterlife.    The churchmen taught they could condemn heretics and non believers to hell; from which they had transformed the traditional western abode of the dead to a place of punishment and torment.      

The originally Semitic cult of the Nazarene had been lurking about the Roman empire, where Jews were plentiful, for centuries.   The increasingly Roman flavor of the Semitic cult of the Nazarene was heavily influenced by the Roman citizen Saul of Tarsus.    Saul appears to have been knowledgeable of the various strains of Gnosticism, Greek Philosophy, western mystery cults such as Mithraism, Zoroastrianism, Cybele and Attis, Zoroastrianism,  Adonis, Osiris and Isis and the Eleusinian mysteries as well as his own ethnic Judaism.   Which in time would make the cult far removed from its Semitic origins.   It was Saul of Tarsus, who was the true creator of the Roman version of the cult of the Nazarene and developed it into something that the Jews would not recognize and often fear. 

Rome was a multicultural, universalist empire in expansion, when the Nazarene cult began.  The Romans were very tolerant of foreign religions, they just asked that people give homage to the state gods of the empire to insure the continuing success of the state.   However the Nazarenes would not comply and they were considered by Romans to be disrespectful, disloyal, atheists.   At times the Nazarenes were repressed by various Roman emperors for their religious intolerance and especially for disloyalty to the state. 


Over time the empire grew so large that it was divided into east and west with co-rulers by the emperor Diocletian in 285 C.E.   When Constantine was recognized as emperor, through his military conquests, he was the sole ruler in 324 C.E.   It appears that Constantine, whose mother was secretly a Nazarene, was not personally opposed to the tiny, unpopular religion; and for a time he continued honoring the state gods.   As emperor, Constantine recognized that the Nazarene religion provided him with an opportunity to consolidate his political power against potential rivals.   The Nazarene religion could also be used as a control mechanism for his diverse citizenry through the already well established system of bishops; which was dispersed throughout the empire. 

In 313 C.E. Constantine issued the Edict of Milan and began returning previously confiscated property to the Nazarenes.   In 325 C.E. Constantine summoned the bishops to the Council of Nicaea to deal with disunity among the bishops, and the church of Rome began with Constantine as the “Thirteenth Apostle”.  Constantine began building churches and pushing for acceptance of the Nazarenes.   The population began to convert in greater numbers in response to imperial approval.    The imperial government began giving the Nazarenes preferential treatment over the majority pagans as part of a social engineering scheme that would turn the culture upside down in a short period of time.    

Later in his reign, when the political timing was right, Constantine withdrew all financial support for the old temples that had supported Rome’s traditional culture for centuries and he began confiscating their wealth to finance his building programs.   Nazarene essays and letters  were collected by the bishops during the reign of Constantine and were compiled.   A few were selected and edited, the rest that did not fit the narrative were destroyed.   The Roman collection was joined together with selected Jewish scripture and declared factual and without error.  

All the answers to the state of man were contained in the book.   Only the priestly class was allowed to consult the book; who would then provide the answers to the people.     There would be no questioning of the ecclesiastical authorities, no freedom of thought, all the correct answers would be provided.   When Constantine’s son Constatnius II eventually became emperor; he closed all of the Roman temples and imposed the death penalty for holding or attending any traditional religious sacrifices.   Later Emperor Theodosius I made Christianity the official Roman religion in 380 C.E.   

The “one true way” now had the full might of the Roman Empire behind it.   Purges against traditional religions and cultures of Europa and else where would continue through the ages until the renaissance.   Ancient stories, which brought unity and meaning to ethnic Peoples, were mostly destroyed.    While the surviving stories were allowed to be told in such a way as to make the old ethnic cultures appear primitive; in an effort to ensure that future generations would not yearn for the past.  The void in the ethnic soul would be filled by the authority of the church, who controlled the condition of one’s soul in the next world.   

Why is this important today you may ask?    The religion of the Nazarene, made the mistake of not teaching its stories as mythological tales and poetry, which would have had great power in and of themselves as when the stories were told in the western mystery religions.    But the “good news” had been taught for centuries as factual without the slightest error.  

 Theologians and historians, working in universities, discovered the truth about their religion.  Universities, which had been founded to train theologians, had to find a new mission and they became secular humanists.  The intellectuals of the church knew that their bedrock was on sand.  From the time of Constantine, it had been a religion based on stories stolen from older religions and repackaged.   It had been used as an agent of social control and change for political ends.   “The man behind the curtain” had been exposed.    Today the old leviathan is weakened in the west and new agents of social control have rushed in to fill the power vacuum; and they are just as persistent and dedicated to control as the church.




During the current “Wolf Age” many of the leaders of the Nazarene dominations are now educated non believers and personally believe in a “social gospel,” but will publicly parrot the tenants of their denomination in front of the less informed.   They continue on in order to further the goal of a human universalism with a single culture that will, in the end, be used to feed the corporate leviathan who is the true master of the domain today.    Jörmungand (YOUR-mun-gand) has circled middle earth.     The pews of Europa are empty as their former occupants are now humanist, whose new religions are environmentalism and self-indulgence.   The pews will soon be pulled out to make room for the newest imported foreign religion as Europa has lot her way.    

The “greenies” or environmentalists loath the corporate serpent as it plunders the earth searching for gold, destroying Midgard in the process.   But the “greenies” and social justice warriors are cultural Marxists from an unnatural world; who are manipulated to bring about the destruction of the remnant of traditional European cultures to the benefit of the serpent.  Unlike the postmodern religion of environmentalism, the ethnic European religions are entwined in nature; including nature spirits and deities which are often interpreted as manifestations of nature herself.  The self-aware man does not see himself above nature, who needs his protection, but in symbiosis with nature.

It is not unusual for even a follower of the Nazarene, if given the opportunity, to skip the pew and take to nature to fill the void his soul.   To be whole in an artificial world, one must connect with the natural world to know who one truly is.    Consider the words of French historian Dominique Venner:

“All medieval literature whether it be chansons de geste or the Arthurian Romances invariably explore the theme of the forest: a perilous world, refuge of spirits and fairies, hermits and dissidents, but also the place where the tormented soul of the knight is purified.   I feel that very strongly.   To me, going into the forest is far more than just a physical need, it is a spiritual necessity.”1

Rootless European males and those of the European diaspora, unconnected from nature and their culture, are being feminized to make the transmission to the newest order less violent and more likely successful.   The traditional European family must be destroyed; therefore the media and educational orcs are hard at work.  

Europa and the diaspora are being harried on all sides.   In the midst of this chaos, the wolf of Islam has broken its chains and is unleashing havoc upon the earth.   It will take warriors to break Fenrir’s jaws because the ravenous wolf only understands violence.   We at the beginning of  a new age of violence, the wolf age.   One need only look to the words of the Voluspa:

        “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”2

 At this point one might be tempted to despair of the present and future.   But one should not.   The lot has been cast and the norns (fates) have woven the tapestry of our lives.   To quote a common Cliché, “it is what it is.” The wolf age is an opportunity for us to prove ourselves worthy to be remembered.    There is an awakening to the coming new age.  Writer and lecturer Jack Donovan has produced slogans appropriate for the wolf age- “Violence is Golden” and the get it on “Start the World.”   Mr. Donovan is inviting us to transform ourselves and embrace the change.

What should those who aspire to be warriors and fight for their culture and folk in the coming cycle of Ragnarök (Rag-na-rock) do?    Naturally one must train one’s body and be physically fit.   One must be competent in unarmed and armed combat.   To be balanced, one should winnow the writings of Homer, Marcus Aurelius, and other classical writers.   One must peruse the old poems of heroic literature, the sagas and the Eddas.    And one must contemplate death.    Yes death, because unlike new age interpretations of a warrior, a warrior is a death bringer- a life ender.   Such a way of life is hazardous; therefore, one should accept the certitude that his days are measured before his birth.   One must be ready to joyfully except his fate by singing his song of honor at his death, heralding his way into the next existence.  serveimageTI8IVWP5

For an aspiring warrior to compose his death song, he must determine through study where he came from, who he is now and what will become of him when he is embraced by the goddess that rules the next world.   It is the culture of the warrior that delineates the warrior from a soldier, for both are death dealers.    One deals death for the state and the other as part of his tribal culture; his nobility is ensconced in his actions in the face of danger and his descendancy from the tribal gods.  

The warrior’s honor and hamingja (HAM-ing-ya) are related to the warrior’s family; who are in this world and the neither world.   Honor and hamingja (strength of self) go to the burial mound with the deceased to be claimed at a later time by a descendant.    In other words we are our ancestors and not just in a DNA sense.  This is why it is a European custom to name children after a beloved ancestor, to attract the ancestor’s hamingja and honor in the hope that it will attach itself to the new child and bring “luck;” which is not random selection.   Luck is intimately related to ones’ hamingja.  

Therefore our ancestors are always with us and can be a wellspring of strength.   It has been a part of traditional European belief that warriors with a strong hamingja such as King Arthur or Holger Danske, will came back and defend their people when they are needed- through their descendants.   In other words to be born again.   Let one ponder the following words from the Havamal:                                  

 “Cattle die, | and kinsmen die,

 And so one dies one’s self;

 But a noble name | will never die,

 If good renown one gets.

 Cattle die, | and kinsmen die,

 And so one dies one’s self;

 One thing now | that never dies,

 The fame of a dead man’s deeds.”3

 One can see that by one’s accomplishments, one attains an aspect of immortality.    Traditionally one’s name could vibrate through this world and echo through eternity, affecting the position of one’s family in this world and the next.  Even thousands of years later, names such as: Achilles, Hector, Alexander, Spartacus, Hannibal, Arminius and Siegfried have great power to fascinate and inspire.   None were perfect; all were daring with a sense of purpose and place.   They transcended the ordinary.

As part of the preparation of composing a death song, one should spend time in the forest or similar natural environment and meditate on one’s transition to the next existence.   How one envisions the transition to the next abode is not so important.  As an example, this writer will condense and paraphrase from Viktor Rydberg’s Our Fathers’ Godsaga

  Upon one’s death one passes simultaneously to Hel and the grave.   One’s actual ego moves to the underworld, but for a while one has an alter ego in the grave.  In the underworld, Urd (URTH-r) who is the dis (DEES-ir) of fate is also the dis of death.   Urd determines every human’s fortune, lifespan and even the hour of their death.   Urd is the ruler of the underworld where she is called Hel.   Urd jointly confers with her sisters Verdandi (VER-thand-i) and Skuld (SKULD).  Additionally humans have a female guardian spirit called a fylgja (FELG-ya) or hamingja, who are Urd’s servants.   

When a child comes into the world, Urd appoints the child a fylgja, who rises out of the underworld, flies over the western horizon, and glides across the sea to her ward in Midgard.   The fylgja follows the child through life unseen, knows the child’s thoughts, whispers into his conscience, urges him on and warns him in his dreams.   Every day thousands of fylgjas float over the water to Midgard and everyday thousands return to prepare their wards’ dwelling in the kingdom of bliss.  

A fylgja does not leave her charge except shortly before his death, and she will later rejoin him in the kingdom of bliss.    She will however abandon him if he becomes a nithing (NEETH-ing-r) and he will be a lost man.    There are norns of life who are the dises that choose mothers for children, who wait before the threshold of mortal life to be born into the world.   There are other norns who carry out Urd’s judgments of death and conduct dead souls to the underworld.   Foremost among those norns are the Valkyries.   

When a battle occurs, the Valkyries appear on horseback, fully armed with spears they use to identify the warriors who Odin (O-thin) or Freyja has selected for their hall.    They convey the fallen to the underworld and from there to Bifrost to Asgard  To Midgard’s inhabitants that are not destined to die by the sword, Urd sends other servants whose form is dictated by the type of death.    Children have their own norns who are motherly and kind.   To those who die by disease come Leikn (LAYK-n) and beings from Niflhel (NIV-I-hehl), who resemble her.   Those that die from other sicknesses are carried away by the corresponding spirit of disease. 

In the beginning of the journey, the dead all walk a common path.   The Hel-gate opens daily for legions of souls all destined for different fates.   All must pass the same way.   They come by foot and horse, accompanied by beautifully equipped Valkyries, by the gentle assistants of age, the kind of companions of children, and the blue-white Leikn, the somber spirit of disease.     They all gather outside the eastern Hel-gate.    When all who are expected on that day have come, the key Gilling (GIL-ing-r), turns in the lock and the gate groans on its hinges and opens wide for the dead to file in.

The path of the dead first winds westerly through deep and dark dales.   At one point, a mile wide thorny heath must be crossed, so it is best that the family of the deceased provide the dead with sturdy Hel shoes to protect their feet along the journey.   Everything such as clothes, weapons and jewelry remain in the grave, but everything in creation, including things made by man have an inner form and material that accompanies the dead to the underworld.

The procession of the dead reaches a river with rushing waters; whose eddies is full of sharp-edged iron.    Foot wide strips of wood float across the water and there is no bridge.   The strips remain steady under the feet of the merciful and convey them across the river, but the unmerciful cannot stand on the strips and will fall into the river forcing them to wade across in anguish.

On the other side of the river, light begins to shine and one is able to see green meadows through which the river called Gjoll (GYUHL) flows.  There is a gold covered bridge called Gjallarbru (GYAL-ar-broo) spanning Gjoll.   On the other side of Gjallarbru the path forks.   The path to the north leads to Mimir’s (MEE-mere)kingdom and the one to the south leads to Urd’s well.   The dead continue walking in complete silence to Urd’s well, where the judgement is to take place.   The tongues of the dead are cold and stiff, their steps cannot be heard, and even the steps of the horses of the dead cannot be heard.    The only sound is the resound beneath the hooves of the Valkyries’ horses as they cross the Gjallarbru.

When the dead arrive at the place of judgement, they sit on long rows of benches before the holy circle of judgement stones.   The deceased take their seats next to their fylgjas, who will be waiting for them.    The Aesir are the judges, with Odin in the high seat and the Aesir seated next to him.    The dead listen to the court and receive their sentences in silence.  Only those with the runes of speech are able to speak in their own defense.   Those without the runes of speech are defended by their fylgjas, who rarely have to speak; as their presence alone is a favorable witness that the dead were not guilty of some unforgivable act.  Outside the thing-stead, spirits of punishment await the condemned murders, oath breakers and abusers of the dead, ready to lead them to their doom in Nifelhel.

The dead should come well dressed to the place of judgement.   Warriors should bring their weapons and armor.    Women and children ought to bring ornaments they are fond of.   Images of the objects that relatives and friends placed in the grave mound be a testimony that the dead received the respect and devotion of their survivors.    The appearance of the dead, show the degree to which the living respect the law requiring reverence for the dead.   Those without a family to prepare the dead for judgement should be prepared for by strangers who should step forward.   Those who neglect the duties of the living toward the dead hasten the ruin of the world and aids evil against the gods.

The gods judge human error and weakness leniently; because, the gods have also erred.    The thing-goers should expect a favorable sentence from the gods, if they went through life honestly, honorably, helpful and without fear of death- if they had reverence for the gods and temples, for family duties and the dead.     Before they leave the thing-stead, whose who were declared worthy receive the “drink of strengths” from a golden aurochs horn engraved with a serpent, runes and images of herbs that grow in the meadows of the kingdom of bliss. 

The “drink of strengths” is a liquid from the three wells that maintain Yggdrasil (EG-dras-il) and those that drink for the horn will feel the warmth of life, their tongues will loosen, they will gain strength and life force, they will forget their sorrows, but remember their beloved memories without remorse or pain.    Those who have had the judgement of bliss leave the thing-stead accompanied by their fylgja on a joyous path through beautiful fields of flowers to a home that she has prepared for them in the green world of the gods.   There they visit friends and relatives that have gone before them.    After the warriors have finished visiting their kith and kin, they continue their journey to Asgard (AHS-garth-r), where they will be welcomed by their table companions in Valholl.   Princes and heroes, who have died of disease, will also travel to Asgard; while those who have been condemned are escorted to Niflhel, where their sentence is carried out.4

 Viktor Rydberg lived from 1828 to 1895 and is regarded as Sweden’s leading Romantic Poet.    This is fitting for Odin is a god of inspiration and poetry.   Odin’s poet Bragi would have been waiting with a horn of mead for Rydberg, when he arrived at the All-father’s table with a smile and rhyme.    One should be inspired by Rydberg’s poetry and become a warrior poet, like the great Icelandic warrior Egill Skallagrímsson.    Ethnic European religions were not religions of the book, but of the song, the heroic epic, the field and the forest.   They were religions of ancestor and of nature- its majestic tragedy and triumph.  An example of a death song that one should peruse would be that of Ragnar Lodbrok´s Death Song translated by Ben Waggoner and widely available on the internet.  

One of this writer’s favorite bands is the Norwegian band Wardruna founded by Einar “Kvitrafn” Selvik in 2003.   Kvitrafn’s project rejected modern instruments and themes; returning to a time of pre-Christian Scandinavian spirituality.  One of the more interesting songs for this writer’s purpose is from the album Runaljod- Yggdrasil, the song is Helvegen (Path to Hel).   Which much like Rydberg’s work paints a picture of the transition to the next existence. The hauntingly beautiful lyrics to Helvegen are translated into English are as follows:           

           “The path to Hel

 Who shall sing me, Into deathsleep sing me, When I on the path to Hel go, And this track I tread Is cold, so cold, so cold.

I sought the songs, I sent the songs. Then the deepest well Gave me tears so harsh From the Slain-father’s pledge.

I know everything, Odin, To whom you gave your eye.

Who shall sing me, Into deathsleep sing me, Whence I on the path to Hel go, And this track I tread Is cold, so cold, so cold.

Early or in the day’s end, The raven still knows if I fall.

Once you stand at the gate to Hel And when you have to tear free, I shall follow you Over Gjallarbrú with my song.

You will be free from the bonds that bind you, You are free from the bonds that bound you!

“Cattle die, Friends die, So, too, must you die. Though one thing Never dies; The fair fame one has earned.

Cattle die, Friends die, So, too, must you die. I know one, That never dies; Judgement of a dead man’s life.”

 One of the most well-known European death songs is described by Ahmad Ibn Fadlan in his work Ibn Fadlan and the Russiyyah in which Fadlan describes witnessing the death song of a Viking slave girl at the funeral of her lord, just before she follows him into the afterlife.  A scene which was later made famous in the film The 13th Warrior:   The lyrics of the actual song recorded by Fadlan are as follows:

 ‘Behold, I see my father and my mother.’

‘Behold, I see all of my dead kindred, seated.’

‘Behold, I see my master, seated in Paradise.

Paradise is beautiful and verdant.

He is accompanied by his men and his maleslaves.

He summons me, so bring me to him.’”

 In the song the girl is declaring that she could see her family and master awaiting her in the other word and they were calling her to them.    She calls out boldly for the angel of death to pierce the veil between the worlds for her, so she could go home.   If a slave girl looks death in the face and sings with courage, should we cower in fear and still call ourselves freemen.   Let us boldly move forward and embrace the opportunities presented by the wolf age to prove ourselves worthy to be remembered.  We know where we come from, we know the line of our people.   We know who we are, we are trufolk.   We know what we need to do.   Let us sing our song loudly as we redden our swords for soon we shall soon cross the resounding bridge together, drink from the golden horn and abide with our kinsmen and the gods. 

By Tryggulfr    


  1. Verner, Dominique (2005). The Shock of History. Arktos.
  2. Dronke, Ursla (1997). The Poetic Edda: Volume II: Mythological Poems. Oxford University Press. ISBN 0-19-811181-9. 
  3. The Poetic Edda, by Henry Adams Bellows, [1936], at sacred-texts.com
  4. Rydberg, Viktor (2003).  Our Fathers’ Godsaga. I Universe, Inc.

Addendum: I wrote this essay before I started this blog and filed it away. I have revived it and made some modifications for publication. I want to state that I am not a historian, amateur or otherwise; but history is important as the past is the basis for our present situation. Everyone has their own interpretations of history based on their own life experiences.

Western civilization, where ever it is found, is under attack and not randomly. The current situation has the appearance of a controlled destruction of western culture and Europa, who is the heart of our culture. Our cultures will be fundamentally changed. This has been planned for a long time and I will briefly cover that in a later post.

The use of governmental policies to fundamentally change a culture has been done successfully before, as will be pointed out in the following essay. People today often feel empty, as if they are disconnected. This is natural because they are disconnected from their true roots. This blog post may upset some as anti-Christian. I am not against Christians. My immediate ancestors and family are Christian. My neighbors and some of my friends are Christian.

As time goes on, people out necessity will form alliances or tribes for protection and survival. Your tribe may contain folk who are Christian out expediency. As heathens, we must become someone who our people, regardless of religion, look to for direction, answers and leadership.I am opposed to fraud and against the deception of the folk for social control. When people discover the truth about a religion that dictates that it must be accepted as true, factual and without error completely on faith without facts; they might reject that religion when the truth becomes apparent. Unanchored by religion or traditional culture, the people become rootless. Once rootless they may look for meaning in other places.

Those places might be: “me first behavior,” cultural appropriation from other cultures (they will not lie to me), antisocial behaviors (I will disregard accepted culture), extreme environmentalism (people are the problem), social justice (the culture is wrong), humanism (the individual comes before the culture) or Islam (they have no regard for western culture). They may overreact and tirelessly work against the culture that birthed them; which in their subconscious mind betrayed them.

If someone chooses to follow the foreign Semitic demigod after examining the facts; I can live with that. After all it is a combination of and repackaging of the old mystery religions and Neo-Platonist philosophy under a central control. Its rites are not Semitic. My problem with the Nazarene/Galilean religion has been its traditional intolerance of all ethnic religions, and cultures, except to a lesser degree Judaism.

Regardless of what some may say, the leader of western Christendom is Pope Francis. The current Pope is more tolerant than previous Popes and appears to have embraced, humanism, environmentalism, Islam and a one world government with a global monoculture. What are the Pope’s actions saying about what he really believes about his religion? What does this say about the current state of Christendom to resist in the face of the soldiers of Allah? And from a secular perspective, will the next political election cycle turn this around in the United States? I do not think we will be able to vote our way out of this. Tribe up!


Be Prepared- Estote Parati

Most of us would agree that we live in interesting times.   Western civilization is in decay and attacked from forces without and even worse; she is attacked by those from within that should be her staunchest defenders.   This is obvious to all.   It is not the apocalypse or end of all time; but a precursor to the Ragnarök (twilight of the Gods) or end of a cycle.    What the next cycle will be like may well depend on the things that we do now.     In this writer’s opinion, we are in the beginning of the Wolf-Age.    The Wolf-Age is described in the poem “Völuspá”.

45. Brothers may fight
and fell each other,
may sisters’ sons
kinship stain;
hard is in the home,
whoredom severe;
axe-age, sword-age,
shields cloven,
wind-age, wolf-age,
ere the world falls;
no men will
each other spare.

The question is, “What should we do?”   The answer is: Allzeit bereit! Ole valmis!  Toujours Prêt!  Ávallt viðbúinn! Vær Beredt!  Gata Oricând, Czuwaj! or Var redo!   In any language the motto of the Boy Scouts is- Be Prepared!   The Boy Scouts was created around 1908 by Lieutenant General, The Right Honourable, The Lord Baden-Powell of the British Army.   While serving in Africa, Lord Baden-Powell took a strong interest in field-craft, tracking and self-reliance, which he felt were deficits in the British Army at the time.    This writer is uncertain why Lord Baden-Powell did not model the Boy Scouts after ethnic English Robin Hood and his Merry Men in Sherwood Forest.    Possibly this was done to avoid conflicts between those of Saxon or Norman descent or maybe Lord Baden-Powell was influenced by American co-founder Fredrick Russell Burnham in his decision.

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Fredrick Russell Burnham was born on a Lakota Sioux Reservation, and served as Chief of Scouts for the British Army in Africa.    For whatever reason, the Native American stereotype was adopted as the model for the Boy Scouts.   A choice that is today attacked by social justice warriors as a cultural appropriation by white males; hind sight is twenty –twenty isn’t it?    In 1908 Lord Baden-Powell published “Scouting for Boys” in which Lord Baden-Powell stated, “The scout motto is: BE PREPARED which means you are always in a state of readiness in mind and body to do your duty.”    The importance of duty was recognized by General Robert E. Lee when he penned to George Washington Custis Lee, “Duty is the most sublime word in our language.  Do your duty in all things.   You can not do more.   You should never wish to do less”.   General Lee sacrificed an assured future of fame and power to honor his obligations to his family, folk and state; which he believed was his duty.

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United States Marine Corps General James Mattis, who was known by his colleagues as an intellectual, took a copy of Marcus Aurelius“The Meditations” with him on each deployment.    General Mattis was called “The Warrior Monk” because he lived his life devoted to study and war, much like the Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius whose words Mattis studied.    General Mattis is quoted as saying, “Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.”    To the average person the statement might seem shocking.   However in this writer’s opinion the general’s advice should be taken to heart by anyone who even remotely thinks of themselves as a warrior or protector.    The caveat is that one should treat everyone the way that one would like to be treated; until the situation dictates that one should react with decisive violence.

Therefore one should plan for a possible violent encounter at all times, in all situations and never be caught unawares.    This is not done out of paranoia, but out of a “way of doing” which promotes an inner personal freedom.   A freedom to not be controlled by fear.  Today we live in a society that promotes fear among the plebian class; which enhances control over that unprotected class who cower before the ruling elites or run to them for protection from barbarians at the gates.   Jack Donovan wrote an essay entitled “All they have is fear” which many will find enlightening if they will take the time to read it.

Epictetus (whom Marcus Aurelius studied) in his Discourses stated, “For caution seems to be in a manner contrary to confidence … a paradox … But if things independent to the will Epictetusand not in our power are nothing to us, with respect to these we must employ confidence; and thus we shall be both cautious and confident, and indeed confident because of our caution.   For by employing caution toward things which are really bad, it will result that we shall have confidence with respect to things which are not so”.


The Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius was a stoic philosopher, who spent most of his life at war.   The Meditations was written as a personal reflection while in the field during his campaigns in Gaul.   “The Meditations” was not written to be a manual on stoicism, but it is.  The work was never written to be a best seller, but it should be widely read (a sad commentary on the current state of a western education).   “The Meditations” was also reported to have been carried on campaign by one of this writer’s favorite Roman Emperors, Julian the Apostate when Julian soldiered in Gaul.   Julian the Apostate was the second stoic philosopher to became a Roman emperor and the last pagan emperor of the Roman Empire.   Julian was loved by his legions from Gaul, for his daring victories and sharing hardships in the field with his soldiers emulating the emperor Hadrian.   Julian was hated by the “Galileans” who rejoiced at his death in battle against the Persians.   Julian’s essays, promoting a return to traditional religion and philosophy, were ordered burned after his death.  Only fragments of his essays criticizing the “Galileans,” which were quoted by his antagonists, have survived.   In this writer’s opinion, Julian was one of the Empire’s better emperors. Julian

In “The Meditations” Marcus Aurelius wrote, “Do not despise death, make friends with it, it is Nature’s will and by willing what nature wills we are at peace and harmony with her”.    It is not fear that prompts one to have a plan to kill everyone one meets, but an adherence to duty; a duty to defend one’s self, family, folk, tribe and liege (one whom an oath has been taken to defend).    However, having a plan or a weapon is not enough, because if one is not fit enough to execute the plan or skilled enough with the weapon, the weapon is merely a talisman.    The lynch pin to success is correct, consistent, and germane training.   One’s age or infirmity is not an excuse to fail to train; our duty to kith and kin requires it.    One may not be able to defeat a younger, stronger or more skilled adversary; but one has a duty to defend kith and kin regardless of the outcome.     Epictetus said, “death is not evil, but a shameful death.”    All of us should do our duty to overcome fear and increase our hamingja (strength of soul energy/related to our honor, sometimes referred to as luck) by acts of courage.    We have a duty to be ready.   In the Hávamál we find:

1. Within the gates | ere a man shall go,
(Full warily let him watch,)
Full long let him look about him;
For little he knows | where a foe may lurk,
And sit in the seats within.

38. Away from his arms | in the open field
A man should fare not a foot;
For never he knows | when the need for a spear
Shall arise on the distant road.

site_logoTru-folk (true to our faith, folk and family) have an obligation to defend their kith, kin, tribe and liege.   Former United States Army Ranger Stephen A. McNallen wrote in his book “Asatru- a Native European Spirituality” “Asatruar, if they are true to their faith, constantly seek self-improvement.   This is especially so when it comes to the heroic virtues … courage, honor, loyalty to one’s faith and one’s ancestors, prowess in battle, sharpness of wit, dedication to kin.”

Be Prepared- Always

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