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 !!!!
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.
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!”
There are several interesting sites in Iceland named Bjarg including a farm in Borgarnes, which is now a bed and breakfast. There is also a farm called Bjarg in Midfjorur; which was at one time the residence of Asdis, who was the mother of Grettir the Strong. The red-haired Grettir survived all most twenty years as an outlaw, often seeking refuge with his mother at Bjarg. From the Saga of Grettir the Strong we learn that Grettir had defeated a draugr (un-dead/again walker) in battle, but the draugr cursed Grettir with bad luck in revenge.
In act II scene II of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet says, “What’s in a name? That which we shall call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.” Juliet was obviously blinded by her love for Romeo, names are very powerful and important in our lives. Names are a source of identification, but they are also a source of connection. Names such as: Cooper, Baker, Smith, Miller are connections to occupations. Some of those occupations, such as Smith, have mythical origins, such as Wayland the Smith. Other names are connected to places in the natural world such as: Craig, Stone, Berg, Cliff, Lee, Leah, Heath, Hill and others. Those places in the natural world were often connected to spirits (landvaettir), which protect and nurture us, if we take the time to find and connect with them. Maybe our name is a hint to us as to where we should look to make that personal connection.
Some names are connected to our ancestors (Disir/Alf), such as: Jen(sen), Jan(son), David(son), Erick(son), John(son), Jon(sson), Johan(son), Robin(son), Robi(son), Robert(son) and so on. Other names are connections to ancestral deities such as: Brown(ing) or Ingi Freyr. In some instances people use more than one name, perhaps several. Examples of other names that people use are: nom de guerre (war/cadre name), nom de plume (pen name), regal name (name of position), stage name, user or screen name, religious and devotional names and nicknames.
One of the words used in Old Norse to refer to a nickname is Kenningarnofn. Nicknames indicated a special status or recognition. It appears that in days of olde, the presentation of a nickname may have created a special relationship between the name maker and the recipient. Can you not imagine a gift for a gift ceremony at a name fastening (nafnfestr) of a great Jarl or Konungur? King Harold Tanglehair became Harold Fairhair on fulfillment of his oath, I wonder if there was a special nafnfestr?
A nom de guerre was used by the French army before the advent of a numbering system. Today’s nicknames may be related to a call sign or given by the training cadre. Some groups will confer a nickname based on physical characteristics or a recent incident. The nickname will be conferred by members of the in-group on those in and out of the group. The “others” outside the in-group will be given special names, usually derogatory such as: Skraeling, Charlie, Slope, Kafur, Kraut, Limey, Frog and many others.
Nicknames for certain in-group members may change. Someone might be indecisive in a situation and others might start calling that person “Shakey.” The name might stick or it might change with a new situation. If “Shakey” makes a habit of borrowing from his buddies; his buddies might start calling him “Moochie.” Nicknames can put pressure on in-group members to conform and perform, no one wants to be “that guy” on a regular basis. Everyone wants their mates to think well of them, especially when one’s life depends on their buddies.
Special names are also given to initiates into religious or esoteric orders. As a point, one can not initiate oneself into a religious or esoteric order. One can only apply to be accepted. An initiate must be able to trace their genealogy back to the founder of the particular group. The current morass of “self-initiation” must be laid at the feet of Scott Cunningham. If one’s claims are legitimate they can be verified. One can not simply read the “Nine Doors of Midgard” and self-initiate into the Rune Gild. It is not that you do not know anything. You may be very knowledgeable and skillful, but you are not an initiate of that established organization.
There is an esoteric belief among some that a soul complex that reincarnates has a “true name.” Discovery of one’s “true name” or true nature is at the heart of esotericism. “Know thy self” is the goal of the quest. There are some that have traditionally believed that one’s true name must be guarded as carefully as their hair and nails; least some nefarious sorcerer gain control of your soul. Remember the cautionary fairy tale “Rumpelstiltskin“? The miller’s daughter, who would become queen, made a bargain with Rumpelstiltskin that she would give him her first-born in exchange for the knowledge of turning straw into gold.
Rumpelstiltskin held up his end of the bargain, but when the queen was to hold up her end of the bargain, she balked. Confident in himself, Rumpelstiltskin entered into a name game with the queen. The queen was given three guesses. The queen was naught for two guesses and in a tight spot. Later by happenstance, the desperate queen came upon the unsuspecting Rumpelstiltskin gleefully talking to himself in the woods. Thinking himself alone Rumpelstiltskin said his name aloud and the queen heard it. During their next bout, the queen revealed Rumpelstiltskin’s name gaining control of him. An esoteric concept in plain sight.
“Now, lady, what is my name?’ ’Is it JOHN?’ asked she. ’No, madam!’ ’Is it TOM?’ ’No, madam!’ ’Is it BJARG?’ ’It is not.’ ’Can your name be RUMPELSTILTSKIN?’ said the lady slyly. ’Some witch told you that!– some witch told you that!’ cried the little man, and dashed his right foot in a rage so deep into the floor, that he was forced to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out.”
After previously discussing the rune Thurisaz, or the “pointy end of the stick.” This writer would like to briefly discuss another rune, that seems to the writer, prominent in our current wolf age, Fehu. But before beginning, I would like to remind the reader that all runes are faces or facets of the mother rune, Hagalaz. What we know for sure of the historical perceptions of the meanings of the individual runes comes from the rune poems. Everything else seems to be derived from personal gnosis of the runes. Therefore there are variations of the meanings of the runes and at times, opposing opinions as to their associations.
The three oldest Germanic runic “alphabets” are: the Elder Futhark, the Younger Futhark and the Anglo-Saxon Futharc. The first rune in all three alphabets is the same and in Proto-Germanic is called Fehu.Fehu roughly means cattle, wealth or money. In old Norse the rune is called Fe’. The rune is called Feoh in old English and is related to English word fee. Let us now go to the Rune Poems to find out what the unknown poets believed the runes meant.
Old English/Anglo Saxon Rune Poem
(Feoh/Wealth) is a comfort / to every man
although every man ought / to deal it out freely
if he wants, before the lord / his lot of judgment
Old Norwegian Rune Rhyme
(Fe/Gold) causes strife among kinsmen;
The wolf grows up in the woods.
The Icelandic Rune Poem
(Fe’/Gold) is the strife of kinsmen and the fire of the flood-tide
and the path of the serpent.
From the Old English Rune Poem we learn that wealth brings comfort, something that most desire. And then we are advised that we should be generous with our wealth, if we are to be well judged. The gift for a gift principle. From the Old Norwegian Rune Rhyme we get a far different perspective. The poet appears to see Fe almost as a “murk stave”. We are warned that wealth may cause problems with family through jealously and our own greed (the wolf) is always nearby waiting to consume us. In the Icelandic Rune Poem, the poet cautions us that strife with kinsmen is often over wealth. But what is that fire of the flood-tide and path of the serpent?
For an answer to that question, Michael Kelly tells us in Left Hand Path 666, to look to the Saga of the Volsungsfor answers. Kelly states that the fire of the flood tide is the fiery breath of the dragon Fafnir and the glow of the Rheingold. The “path of the serpent” is the path of the dragon as he stole the gold before hoarding the gold. The strife of the kinsmen is referring to the tragedy caused by Sigurd’s jealous and greedy kith and kinsmen, after Sigurd won the treasure by slaying the dragon. Of course it is more than that. The lore is like an onion with many layers, it gets deeper and deeper. Kelly also refers to Fafnir as a metaphor for the human reptilian brain. And many of us are familiar with the kundalini serpent.
Edred Thorsson in Futhark, while addressing Fehu, indicated that the rune is associated with the power of hamingja, the ring of fire connected to burial mounds, and cosmic fire flowing from Muspellsheimr during creation. Thorsson also makes the connection with the destructive power of the fire giant Surtr during Ragnarök. Therefore we have Thorsson’s creation/destruction association of the rune. And there is the association with the destructiveness of wildfire and stampede (cattle). These are of course the personal gnosis of Kelly and Thorsson. The reader may have made associations of their own.
The runes are used by asatruar/heathens for personal improvement, magical operations, and divination. However, this writer is moving with the runes from the esoteric to the mundane by trying to analyze runic energies at play in the current cycle of the wolf age. In this writer’s opinion, wealth (Fehu) accumulation, preservation, growth and especially transference is accelerating during the wolf age. Fehu is finite, which is what gives it value. At no time in the history of western civilization has there been an equal distribution of Fehu. Any efforts to equally distribute Fehu among the people will eventually lead to destruction, because people are not equal. They are technically equal under the law, not equal in value in regards to what they contribute to continuation of their folk.
Everyone has different abilities and skills. In tough times, some people are more valuable to the folk that others, because of what they can contribute to the group. Children are carried by the folk on the promise of what they will produce for their folk in the future. In a healthy culture simply being alive is not enough, one most contribute meaningfully to the preservation and advancement of their folk. An individual is a facet of the folk, just as the rune stave is a facet of the mother rune. The folk does not exist to serve the individual, because the individual has little to no true meaning outside of the folk. Therefore one should seek fulfillment (enlightenment) as a member of the folk.
At this point the writer suggests that the reader follow the link to Kalki Weisthor, go to the article “Slaying the Dragon of Usury and give it a read. Take your time, if you are like the writer, you may have to read it more than once. Kalki points out that the traditional social structure of the folk as laid out in the Lay of Rig; is Jarl (Priest/King), Karl (Craftsmen/Farmers) and Thrall (slave). Traditional society was a theocracy and the Priest/King was the intermediary to the divine, as he was descended from the gods. The King embodied the hamingjaof the folk group and the early northern Germanic people elected their kings from among the noble families. Tribal kingship ended in the 9th century. Later, after the conversion, the priestly function was usurped by the church.
Although monarchies still exist in Europe today, they are apolitical symbols of “in group” unity, which will may soon be dispensed with to make way for a new aristocracy. Today’s western countries are controlled by the middle or merchant class. Now according to Kalki Weisthor, when a country is controlled by the merchant class it becomes materialistic and decadent. Commerce is king, it is all about the money. In the United States, there is no real difference between republicans and democrats; they are just wings of the American eagle. This domesticated American eagle will fly back to who feeds it, when it is called. And who feeds the eagle? Those who are found in the 1%, that’s who.
America has not fought a war for freedom in years. Despite the propaganda, no country in WWI or WWII seriously intended to invade America, until America decided to involve itself in the affairs of other nations. Japan had to attack Pearl Harbor to secure the oil it needed from Asia to survive. American had been meddling in Japanese affairs for years. Remember the “Gunboat Diplomacy” forcing Japan to open it’s doors and trade with America bringing the end of the samurai class? American had been putting the squeeze on Imperial Japan before Pearl Harbor, pushing them to war. America has acted as an imperial nation, since the War Between the States consolidated federal power.
Today, America fights wars to feed the deep state, feed the military industrial complex, eliminate the “flower” of the folk setting the stage for the new emerging order. A new order is to emerge out of the chaos America and NATO have brought to the middle east and Europe. This European catastrophe will in turn be brought to America, if the plan is not disrupted. The intent is that no western country will be spared. The neo-cons are calling to rebuild America’s military, which already spends more money on defense than all the other nations combined. If there is such a threat, why are America’s borders unsecured? Because it is all about making money (Fehu), in other words wealth transference. Numerous immigrants or illegal aliens will flood a country with cheap labor driving down the cost of production, which is one of the reasons why American republicans would never willingly build a wall on the southern border. The rich and powerful will become more rich and more powerful, while the poor will become chattel.
The merchant class is shrinking and that is the plan. If the reader has not read this writer’s previous articles, they need to do so to understand the plan that is underway. A new aristocracy is waiting in the wings to assume full control when the leaders from the merchant class have done their doom to betray the folk. The work of the middle class will be taken over by robotic technology. The redundant thralls will eventually be herded into urban centers, their numbers will be reduced by wars and disease. Their intelligence quotient will be reduced by miscegenation making them easier to control. The surveillance state will assure the new aristocracy’s security. All they have to do is survive the current wolf age and still maintain control.
The new aristocracy is standing in the shadows, they are those who control the merchant class from behind the curtain. The new aristocracy is made up of select members of the old aristocracy and select members from the tribe of “Those Who Cannot Be Named (“T.W.C.B.N.”). The new aristocracy has a strong interest in genetic enhancement and technological/biological integration, their own version of the “Sorcerer’s Stone.” As said before, the new Aristocracy and their sycophants are found in the 1%. The question then is who and what are the 1%?
According to the Economist, the average income of the 1% in 2008 was $1.2 million. 16% of the 1% are in the medical profession, and 8% are lawyers. Investment bankers, corporate lawyers, hedge fund and private equity managers have displaced corporate executives in the 1%. The 1% has been making gains in all countries, but most especially English speaking countries. More of the top 1% work in Britain, than in the United States. When it comes to the 1%, kinship is very important. Rich parents have rich children and the rich marry the rich. They hold on to wealth and pass it on. More than 1/2 of the 1% in the United States have contacted a congressman. Remember the old commercial, “When E. F. Hutton talks, people listen?”
According to CNN Money, if your annual household income is $52,000, you are in the bottom 48%. According to Business Insider, the 1% owns 40% of the wealth. In George Hocking’s article “Who are the One Percent?” which was published in Counter Currents on 16 December 2011, the 99% are superfluous; whose main purpose is cannon fodder for wars that are used to stimulate the economy. According to Hocking some of the new aristocracy are: Ivan Boesky, Michael Milken, George Soros, Andrew Fastow, Jack Abramoff, Goldman Sachs, Lawrence Summers, Ben Bernanke, Bernie Madoff and WASP Tim Geithner. Are you seeing a trend here?
Some “T.W.C.B.N.” organizations used to exert influence are: American Jewish Committee, American Jewish Congress, American Israel Public Affairs Committee, B’nai B’brith, and the Conference of Presidents of Major Jewish Organizations. “T.W.C.B.N’s” influence on American government is usually indirect. In the United States, democrats are used to weaken the majority by promotion of mass immigration to reduce the power of WASPS, and promote self-hate among WASPS. Republicans are used to avoid taxes on “T.W.C.B.N.” wealth and to promote wars that are of “T.W.C.B.N.” interest. It is reported that Bettylu Saltzman handpicked Barack Obama and launched his political career. According to The Daily Press, 48% of U. S. billionaires are members of “T.W.C.B.N.”
The Coudenhove-Kalergi Prize is awarded every two years to someone who has made outstanding contributions to the advancement of European integration into the new order. German Chancellor Angela Merkel won the prize in 2010. The Hegelian Dialectic is in full force. More mass immigrations to Western countries will homogenize the populations therefore eroding the national, ethnic and religious identities. Ethnic populations will eventually push back to survive and the ensuing violence will cause the state to react with totalitarianism giving it more control. Problem-reaction-solution, just what the new order wants, total control.
The question now is, what are the folk to do? The first thing to do is educate yourself about what is really going on. Become a teacher, share your knowledge with others, so they too can make good decisions. Do not pack up and head for the hills in a knee jerk reaction. Become the sort of person who the folk, regardless of religion, will look to for answers and leadership now. Promote local community cohesion and interests. Promote traditional western culture, reject pop culture and that includes spectator sports. Promote traditional families and useable skills. Be as fit as possible and have martial skills, in other words be a man.
Let us look at “T.W.C.B.N.” for a moment. As much as possible they educate their own and do not depend on government schools. They push education from an ethnic perspective. They push their traditional culture among themselves. Allegiance to “The Tribe” comes before allegiance to any government or outside culture. They promote and give preferential treatment to their own and that includes loans for businesses that do not involve usury. They emphasize acquiring portable wealth (Fehu), which includes precious metals, jewels and art. Acquisition of Fehu allows the tribe to maintain influence beyond their numbers, even if a government or monetary system collapses. Put the tribe and the family before the individual and things will improve for the Folk. Do not fixate on “them.” Fix us! Makes us whole or “hail” again. For some this galdr derived chant will make sense, “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum; I smell the blood of an Englishman.” Yes the Jotuns are after us, but we are descended from those who slayed giants. Get busy!
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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.
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.