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!
This writer would like to spread the word that Brad Taylor-Hicks has a new blog called “The Cunning Rustic- Folkways in the Wolf Age.” The blog looks good and this writer encourages all to visit. The blog is about art, craft and tradition. You can’t go wrong with that. I have included a link to Brad’s blog in my blog roll.
This writer is not a political pundit and doubts that any positive future changes will be wrought in the political realm. The American Republican/Democratic party is, to this writer, nothing more than political theater. Entertainment for the mob, while those who really control our countries go about their skullduggery like “busy bees.” Electing a “nationalist” to high office will not seriously retard the death spiral into the abyss. The sycophants, of those who can not be named, are deeply entrenched in our governments. Bureaucrats, who never seem to change during any administration, go about their missions deep within the system unmolested. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
This writer has advised the reader to “tribe up” so when the opportunity arises you are ready to make positive changes for the continuation of your people. Make the system as irrelevant as possible in your lives. However this does not mean that you should be unaware of what goes on around you. Being aware of subterfuge makes you better able to make decisions, to see things more clearly. At times this writer may write on topics that may not seem directly related to Asatru/Heathenism. However in someway, the topics typically relate to heathens. A recent post was on self-defense in the Wolf Age. Within a week an Isis inspired jihadi killed approximately fifty people in a Orlando Florida night club. The sheep will continue to speak of peace and reconciliation, while the wolf will train to defend his folk.
In this post the writer is changing directions and discussing a particular oath taking. This is important because heathens take their oaths seriously. Honoring one’s oath, or failure to honor one’s oath, can affect one’s hamingja. Many, if not most, American heathens have raised their right arm and taken an oath to protect and defend the American constitution. Some have died to honor that oath. At this time, I want to discuss a pledge that many of us have been giving since well before we could understand the history and meaning of the pledge- The American Pledge of Allegiance. Some of this information will be political and divisive in nature, possibly “triggering” some.
When the American colonists had won their freedom from King George, each colony or state was recognized independently. The states determined to cooperate with each other in matters of commerce and defense; loosely uniting under the Articles of Confederation. Dissatisfied with the Confederation, the states began to individually secede from the Confederation and re-align in union under the constitution. The Federal government was weak, as it was supposed to be. One was not a U.S. citizen, but a citizen of the great state of …. The Union was not established to bring about an American Empire, but the concept of “Manifest Destiny” would eventually take hold.
During the War of 1812, the Americans were initially losing the war to the Crown. The New England states, who were opposed to the war, were in the process of seceding from Union, when word came that the war was over. The New England states remained in the union but their right to leave the union was never questioned. With new confidence the union (Federal Government) began to try to break the chains placed upon its power by the constitution. There were wars with the native North American tribes (who were not considered citizens) and a war with Mexico. An American navy sailed the oceans forcing Japan to open its ports with “gunboat diplomacy“. But internal ethnic, cultural and political differences caused the southern states to secede from the union with the election of the radical republican Abraham Lincoln.
Lincoln maneuvered the Confederate States of America into war by refusing to abandon its military installations in the Confederacy. A war that killed more Americans than any war before or since. A war that destroyed the American republic and gave us an American Empire of capitalism. The shade of the republic has remained, for public consumption. And it is out of this chaos that the roots of the first Pledge of Allegiance came. Before having their rights restored most Confederate soldiers took an oath similar to what follows:
“I, … of … county, state of … , do hereby solemnly swear that I will bear true allegiance to the United States and support and sustain the constitution and laws thereof; that I will maintain the national sovereignty paramount to that of all state, county or confederate powers; that I will discourage and forever oppose secession, rebellion and the disintegration of the Federal union; that I disclaim and denounce all faith and fellowship with the so-called Confederate armies and pledge my honor, my property and my life to the sacred performance of this, my solemn oath of allegiance to the Government of the United States of America.”
Notice that they were being forced to swear an oath of allegiance, not to a union of equals, but to the (corporate) federal government of the United States, which had superseded the union, religion and the folk. There was historically never a question of the lawfulness of secession; there was no rebellion because they were not trying to overthrow the United States government. The Confederate States of America had their own constitution and government. President George Washington was on the Confederate government seal, the Confederates believed they were the true inheritors of the revolution. The Confederate national motto was “Deo Vindice.”
Out of this climate came George Balch from Shelbyville, TN. Balch was an admiral in the United States Navy. Balch served in the Mexican-American War, the Matthew Perry Expedition to Japan and the War Between the States. Balch became the auditor of the New York Board of Education and it is believed that he wrote the first Pledge of Allegiance for a School System, which is as follows: “We give our heads and hearts to God and our country, one country, one language, one Flag!”
Our story now turns to the American Francis Bellamy. Mr. Bellamy was from a family of famous socialists. Mr. Bellamy was born in New York State in 1855 in the town of Rome. In time Bellamy attended the University of Rochester where upon graduation he gave the commencement address entitled “The Poetry of Human Brotherhood”, a speech praising the socialism of the French revolution. Bellamy then attended Rochester Theological Seminary in 1876, graduating in 1880. Bellamy took his first preaching position in Little Falls New York at the Baptist Church. In 1885 Francis Bellamy took a preaching position at the Dearborn Street Church (Bethany Baptist Church) in Boston Massachusetts. Bellamy was highly involved in local social issues and while in the pulpit gave sermons such as “Jesus the Socialist” and the Socialism of the Primitive Church.” Bellamy definitely preached a socialist gospel.
The writer at this point in the story would like to mention Francis Bellamy’s more famous cousin, Edward Bellamy. Edward Bellamy was a famous socialist leader, who advocated for a socialist state controlled by a powerful central government. The workers would be an “Army.” Edward Bellamy called his version of socialism- Nationalism (is anyone beginning to see a connection here?). Edward Bellamy put forth his socialist ideas in two best selling books called “Looking Backward” and “Equality”. Edward Bellamy also appears to have published a magazine called “The Nationalist.”
Back at the Dearborn Street Church in Boston, Francis Bellamy appears to have been spending more of his time as a “social justice warrior” than spreading the “good news.” By 1891 the church was fed up with Bellamy’s politics and he resigned before they “sacked” him. However parishioner Daniel Ford shared Bellamy’s socialist ideals and Ford hired Francis Bellamy to work at Ford’s “The Youth’s Companion” magazine, whose editor was James Upham. To make money “The Youth’s Companion” had been selling flags. In 1888 “The Youth’s Companion” started a campaign called the “The School House Flag Project.” The concept of the project was to have a flag flying over every school.
Francis Bellamy was assisting James Upham in the promotion of a National Public School Celebration for the up coming 1892 Columbus Day Celebration. Bellamy was also selected as the National Education
Association’s chairman for the event. “The Youth’s Companion” held patriotic writing contests. Bellamy wrote speeches and patriotic songs. Bellamy’s friends were able to persuade President Benjamin Harrison to ask all Americans to join the celebration. The celebration was a success and the National Education Association began promoting Bellamy’s flag raising ceremony and pledge of allegiance for use in all government schools.
According to Bellamy, James Upham developed the “palm up” aspect of flag ceremony and Bellamy developed the military salute aspect, while they were brain storming together. It also appears that Bellamy did not like George Balch’s pledge for use in the ceremony and he developed his own version. The first version of the Bellamy’s Pledge was: “I pledge allegiance to my flag, and (to) the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with equality, liberty and justice for all.” The Bellamy Salute was published in “The Youth’s Companion” in 1892 #65 on pages 446 and 447 as follows:
“At a signal from the Principal the pupils, in ordered ranks, hands to the side, face the Flag. Another signal is given; every pupil gives the flag the military salute — right hand lifted, palm downward, to align with the forehead and close to it. Standing thus, all repeat together, slowly, “I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands; one Nation indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.” At the words, “to my Flag,” the right hand is extended gracefully, palm upward, toward the Flag, and remains in this gesture till the end of the affirmation; whereupon all hands immediately drop to the side.”
Note that the arm is extended toward the flag palm down from the military salute and turned the palm up at the right moment; but many found turning the hand palm up uncomfortable and people soon began doing the entire salute palm down. It appears that Bellamy used the words “my flag” in the pledge because he had designed the ceremony to be used universally by any country.
It appears that Bellamy had an interest other than just selling flags and the promotion of patriotism. It appears that Bellamy’s personal goal may have been to connect the concept of socialism to patriotism and inject the end product into the next generation via a nationalized education system. During the formation of the United States, education was considered a community or private matter. The National Education Association appears to have had some goals in common with Francis Bellamy. It is interesting that Bellamy, a Baptist preacher, did not include God in his pledge. It is not so surprising after all, Bellamy had stopped attending church. It appears the state had finally become Bellamy’s god and the educational system was its high priest, the flag its symbol.
In the years 1923 to 1924, the national flag conference, responding to pressure from the American Legion and the Daughters of the American Revolution, changed the words “my flag” to “the flag of the United States of America” altering the pledge’s universal usage. The Daughters of the
American Revolution were very aware of Bellamy’s socialist beliefs, to which they were very opposed. By the 1930s Americans became aware that the National Socialists in Germany were also using a salute very similar to that of the Bellamy salute. In 1942 the Pledge of Allegiance was adopted as part of the United States Flag Code by congress. The Bellamy salute was replaced by placing the hand over the heart. In 1954 Congress responded to pressure from the Knights of Columbus to add “under God” to the pledge.
The first questions is “what was first, the chicken or the egg?” Some writers state that the salute of the National Socialist German Workers Party developed from a different source, the “Roman” or “German” salute. However, to this writer’s knowledge, there were no pictorial or other descriptions of said salutes predating that of Bellamy’s
salute introduced in 1892. It appears that art and motion pictures were using the Bellamy salute as their model for the Roman salute. This writer thinks that it is very likely that the National Socialist German Workers Party (NSDAP) borrowed their salute from the American socialists, either directly or indirectly. The National Socialist Workers Party certainly borrowed symbols from other sources.
All of this may seem nothing more than mental masturbation to some, but there are other considerations for heathens or asatruars, who take oaths seriously. Some of the questions we must ask ourselves before pledging our troth is about the “Pledge” itself. Are we merely pledging our allegiance to what is now the ghost of a former republic? When we recite the pledge are we taking an oath of allegiance to what has become Jörmungandr in the wolf age, who is working for the destruction of the Folk or are we pledging our troth to the concepts of individual freedom and liberty? And at this time, should we allow our individual freedom and liberty to supersede the interests of our folk; if we are to survive the wolf age as a people without surrendering our western culture? These questions certainly should be discussed.
It is apparent to any observant person what the government educational system is, it is an indoctrination center for the state (as Bellamy had hoped) which has greatly contributed to the folk’s current malaise in the wolf age. It is obvious that heathens need to begin the work of developing our own educational materials and curricula for future folkish community schools and home schoolers. Heathen leaders and educators please comment. We need some qualified direction.
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.
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Current events in the Wolf Age have prompted this important short post. Last evening a man walked up to patrons, who were sitting outside a local restaurant. The man produced a handgun and began shooting the patrons. Two of the patrons were struck with gunfire and they were transported to the local hospital in critical condition. While police were in the area looking for the shooter, shots were heard at a nearby major outdoor store. The shooter was in a stolen vehicle shooting at people who were coming out of the business. At least one person was struck by gunfire.
Police were able to get behind the shooter, who was driving at a high rate of speed down a one way street. The shooter then struck a policeman who was directing traffic at an intersection. The shooter last control of the vehicle, which crashed into a tree bursting into flames. The shooter ran from the vehicle and was arrested a short distance away. The Officer’s right leg was severed and he died. It does not appear, at this time, that anyone shot back at the shooter.
The day before the shooting, the writer had a conversation with a young man who had moved to the city from the country. The young man had never seen a shooting and he really wanted to tell what he had seen. It appears that some locals, who belong to a social club, were in the process of changing leadership. One local knocked on a club member’s door and wanted to speak with a particular individual. That individual was not at home, but his brother was. When the brother stepped outside, the “mechanic” produced a handgun. When “brother man” saw the handgun, he took off at light speed.
The “mechanic” tried to shoot brother man, but his weapon jammed twice before he could get off a missing shot. During the shooting, brother man’s “play sista” started yelling for brother man to run. This attracted the “mechanic’s” attention to “play sista” who was an easier mark. “Play sista” seeing that the “mechanic” was not leaving without producing some results, turned and ran. The “mechanic” got off two shots, one striking “play sista” in the leg. The young teller of this tired tale advised the writer that he was going to get a handgun permit, things were getting dangerous. To which this writer replied, to the teller of this tale, that he needed to get some training.
The young teller of tales, told the writer that he didn’t need any training, he was from the country. He grew up hunting and he had land where he could practice shooting cans. At this juncture, the writer told the young sage, “good luck.” And that is what this post is about. The young man, like many others, is going to carry a gun without adequate training. Cans and deer don’t shoot back. Deer don’t prosecute you in court if there is a bad shoot. Handgun permit carry courses are very basic safety courses, with a little law thrown in. They will not make one a gunfighter and if that is not your goal, you are ill prepared for a lethal encounter. Without proper training, you are trusting entirely to “luck” and your weapon is a talisman.
Most local, serious, purveyor’s of violence and mayhem, are experienced and comfortable with violence. They make up for a lack of skill with an overwhelming, direct application of violence; which they apply when they see the first opportunity of success. No hesitation, they have nothing to lose. Simply producing a handgun, when one is threatened, will not deter a true man of violence, if he senses you will hesitate more than you already have. (You produced a weapon, but did not immediately fire it.) Again he has little to lose, but you do. This writer will give the reader some suggestions. Do what you want with it, just like the young sage whose glass was already full.
(1). Buy a quality handgun that fits the shooter’s physique. But most importantly, the handgun must be reliable and rugged, it must go “bang” every time you pull the trigger. The weapon is not a talisman, it is a tool. Learn how to keep the tool working.
(2). In this writer’s opinion, caliber is not as important as bullet placement. This writer has seen more people killed with kitchen knives, .22, .25, .32 and 9mm, than with large caliber weapons. It is not that larger calibers aren’t more effective, it is that smaller is easier to carry and you use what you have with you at the time.
(3). Get professional training. Get as much training as you can from someone who has actually successfully applied violence. Someone who is able to explain to you how to survive and improve your skills in a professional and respectful manner. Women do not be discouraged. Women who want to learn are easier to train because their egos do not get in the way. Their glass is not full. Go ladies!
(4). Practice regularly. Training is not practice. Training is not enough, you must practice what you learn. Practice at the range, like training is expensive, if you are like the writer you will spend a great deal of time “dry firing.” If you weapon will not tolerate “dry fire” dump it and get a real weapon. It takes at least 1,000 repetitions of an individual skill to be able to consistently perform the skill without thinking. It must be over learned and over learned correctly.
(5). Keep an open mind and be ready to adopt something new, if something better comes along.
(6). Be as fit as you can be.
(7). Study unarmed combat. Know what it is like to be punched or thrown to the ground. It is just a thing.
(8). Practice awareness of your surroundings. This will buy you time to react, when you have been targeted.
(9). Develop a never give up combat attitude. This is best developed through physical training. Never stop fighting, if you go to be with your ancestors, go sending him to his.
(10). Know the laws in your area in regards to self-defense.
(11). Be careful what you put on social media. Generally avoid posting photos of yourself on social media posing, especially menacingly, with firearms. Lawyers will use such photos against you in court to show an intent to use violence. Bad! Bad! Bad! Don’t be a poser. If you must post photos of yourself on social media with firearms or weapons, they should be educational photos, sporting photos, or legitimate training photos. Be careful of making comments on social media about “blowing people away.”
(12). Always assume you are being video taped and if possible your actions will be shown in court in such a way to make you look wrong or reckless.
(13). Do not mix tactics and politics together, ever! One or the other always, never both at the same time!
(14). Keep training records, they can be used in court to show that you are a responsible person, concerned for the safety of others.
On this memorial day of 30 May 2016, the writer was contemplating the sad state of affairs in the United States. I am referring to the desecration of memorial day displays. This is not a surprise and was expected. Government had been encouraging this behavior by their banning of Confederate flags, the removal of Confederate War Memorials and the disrespect of our honored dead. The republicans, who are the party of Lincoln and northeastern money interests, were gleeful that they thought the tide had turned and they no longer had to pretend. The great unwashed was no longer protected by public opinion, they thought. The party insiders truly hate the great unwashed of the flyover.
The United States flag, as a symbol of western imperialism, capitalism and nationalism, will be next. U.S. war memorials will increasingly come under attack as symbols of racism. The republic was killed long ago by Lincoln and replaced with an empire of capitalism, backed the power of an army and a navy. You merely have the facade of a republic, but you are ruled by an oligarchy, who is in turn controlled by an element hidden in the 1%. I think I have heard it said before, “The masses are asses!” Hard words but true. The heroism of our service people is real and commendable, but their masters are not. False platitudes were given by our politicians today to the unprotected class. Encouraging the bereaved with words of freedom and sacrifice. Who is the true threat to our liberty? Who are the real enemies of the unprotected class?
I was pondering these thoughts as I went to Kalki Weisthor’s blog and began to read. (I encourage the reader to do like wise and to go to Memorial Day, and Our Wars and read. At times, it seems that Kalki and I have this mind meld going on.) Again hard words from Kalki. Words that might make you angry, but they are true. As a descendant of revolutionary war soldiers and confederate soldiers, Kalki’s words rang true for me. My father served on the U.S.S. Chicago in the Pacific during the occupation of Japan. My family was invested in that sad war and I honor their courage and sacrifice, but who or what were they really fighting for? Look deep beyond the propaganda, look behind the curtain. No more brothers wars! We have enough real enemies to contend with!
Today is about the death of our fallen heroes (enherjers). Nothing says courage in the face of death better than the Death Song of Ragnar Lodrok. I place it below for your study. This writer likes Ben Waggoner’s very readable translation, so reading it will be easy. Read it several times. Absorb it. We are all going to need courage in the future.
Ragnar Lodbrok´s Death Song
We struck with our swords!
Why should a warrior cower
before the ranks, when braving
the blizzard of spearpoints?
He who mourns his demise has
never fed meat often
to eagles in the edge-game.
It’s hard to urge on weaklings;
no coward takes courage
from his craven heart.
We struck with our swords!
I say it’s right for a lad
to dare to dash at foemen
as they draw swords together.
Let thane not shrink from thane—
that long was the warriors’ way;
maids’ darlings should be dauntless
in the din of swords, always.
We struck with our swords!
It seems to me an ordeal
that our fates we must follow;
few escape the Norns’ craft.
I didn’t imagine Aelle
as the end of my life,
when I fed blood-falcons
and forced keels through the water;
we gave wolves worthy payment
widely, in Scotland’s bays.
We struck with our swords!
My soul is glad, for I know
that Balder’s father’s benches
for a banquet are made ready.
We’ll toss back toasts of ale
from bent trees of the skulls;
no warrior bewails his death
in the wondrous house of Fjolnir.
Not one word of weakness
will I speak in Vidrir’s hall.
We struck with our swords!
The sons of Aslaug all would
rouse the wrath of Hild here
with their ruthless sword-blades,
if they fathomed fully
how far I have traveled,
how so many serpents
stab me with their poison.
My sons’ hearts will help them:
they have their mother’s lineage.
We struck with our swords!
Soon my life will have passed;
Goinn scars me sorely,
settles in my heart’s hall;
I wish the wand of Vidrir
would wound Aelle, one day.
My sons must feel great fury
that their father is put to death;
my daring swains won’t suffer
in silence when they hear this.
We struck with our swords!
I have stood in the ranks
at fifty-one folk-battles,
foremost of the lance-meet.
Never did I dream that
a different king could ever
be found, braver than me—
I bloodied spears when young.
Aesir will ask us to feast;
no anguish for my death.
I desire my death now.
The disir call me home,
whom Herjan hastens onward
from his hall, to take me.
On the high bench, boldly,
I’ll drink beer with the Aesir;
hope of life is lost now,
laughing shall I die!
This is a well-known tale attracting writers as diverse as Washington Irving, Sir Walter Scott, Walter Savage Landor, and Robert Southey. It has inspired two operas and a West End musical in 2009 called La Cava.
The details about King Roderick (Rodrigo) are sparse and at times conflicting, allowing room for creativity. But before we get to the “Chamber of Secrets”, a short synopsis of the preceding events is in order to set the stage.
The folk later to be known as the Goths migrated out of Scandinavia, or Poland, southeast into eastern Europa. The Goths, who were tall, blonde and powerfully built; eventually came into contact with the Romans. The Goths had many battles with and against the Romans. After contact with the Romans, the Goths adopted the Arian version of Christianity. The Goths were referred to as the eastern Goths (Ostrogoths) and the western Goths (Visigoths). The Visigoth King Alaric sacked Rome in 410 CE. The Visigoths eventually permanently settled in Gaul (southwest of modern France) and the Iberian peninsula establishing the Kingdom of the Visigoths, which lasted from the 5th to the 8th century.
The Visigoths retained the old system of electing their kings from amongst the noble families, instead of an inherited monarchy, which is important to our story. A new crown was made for each new king. As an aside, after the sack of Jerusalem by the Romans, many Jews had migrated to the Iberian peninsula and were living the under the rule of the Arian Visigoths. The Jews and the Visigoths got on well enough, until King Reccared I converted to Roman Catholicism. When Reccared I, attempted to convert the kingdom, he met with pushback from the Arians including an open rebellion that had to be put down. The Jews were unhappy under Roman Catholic rulers, because there were forced conversions to Roman Catholicism and persecutions.
There was fratricide among the Visigoth rulers, many Visigoth nobles were executed, the culture was unstable, fractured and ethnically fragmented. Around 710-711 King Wittiza died under unknown circumstances. Wittiza had two sons. One Whittiza’s sons was named Achila II. A council was held to elect the new king as was the custom of the Visigoths. It appears that a portion of the council was supporting Duke (Dux) Roderick/Rodrigo for king, while others were supporting Achila II; stating for unknown reasons that Roderick was a usurper. Achilla II ended up in control of part of the kingdom, while Roderick was controlling the rest.
By some accounts (not all), King Roderick’s vassal Count Julian sent his daughter, the beautiful Cava, to the royal court as was the custom. King Roderick, who was married to Egilona, became infatuated with the lovely Cava. King Roderick defiled Cava; some sources say it was consensual, while others say it was not. Regardless, the insulted Count Julian began working with the Wittiza family to depose King Roderick. A cabal of Count Julian, the Wittiza family and the Jews reached out to the Moslem Tarik ibn Ziyad for military assistance.
King Roderickwas fighting the Basques, when he got word that Tarik ibn Ziyad, had crossed the Straights of Gibraltar and landed in Spain with a force of approximately 7,000 men. The local population, unhappy with its currently rulers, offered little resistance. It is generally believed that King Roderick, betrayed by his troops, was killed at the battle of Guadalete River.Tarik ibn Ziyad took Egilona as a wife. The Muslims arrived in Spain in greater numbers and eventually conquered the peninsula. Spain would remain occupied by Moslems, until King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella forced the surrender of Granada on 2 January 1492.
Stories sprang up to provide an acceptable “moral” explanation of why Spain was lost to the Moslems. Right or wrong, King Roderick was typically found as the cause and hence one of the explanations is the story of the “Chamber of Secrets”. The story goes somewhat like this:
The Visigoth kings were elected by a council. When a new King was crowned; he went to the “Chamber of Secrets” which was in the top of the tallest tower of Toledo. When the new king arrived at the door to the “Chamber of Secrets”, he did not open the door, but the new king placed another lock upon the door before leaving. No king had ever gone into the “Chamber of Secrets” and the door was covered with old locks.
During the coronation of King Roderick, his crown fell from his head and he dropped his scepter. Bad omens indeed. When King Roderick went to the “Chamber of Secrets” instead of adding another lock, ensuring aprosperousrein, King Roderick had the locks cut from the door and he went inside of the chamber. The disappointed King Roderick found no gold or treasure as he expected. The king only found an old chest in the center of the chamber. On the chamber walls were pictures of dark skinned warriors fighting the Visigoths in battle. King Roderick read the words on the old chest that foretold that when a king entered the chamber, the Visigoth kingdom would fall to foreign invaders. King Roderick the knew he was the last king of the Visigoths.
As this writer has said previously, the lore is like an onion with many layers of truth. Some may believe that the story is a metaphor of King Roderick gaining the forbidden knowledge of Cava, bringing about the end of the Visigoths. Edred Thorsson, is his work Mainstays from Rune-Kevels Volume I, discusses the “Chamber of Secrets.” Thorsson alludes to the tower as a symbol of Mystery (Runa), which was King Roderick’s solemn duty to protect.
This writer wonders if this timeless story might be an allegory for what is currently happening in our wolf age. Western cultures are increasingly unstable, fractured and ethnically fragmented. The leaders of western civilization, have betrayed the folk, by not guarding the very essence of what makes a people a people. There are traitors among the folk, ripe with self-hatred or greed, who have conspired with those people (who can not be named) to bring about our genocide. They have broken the locks, widely thrown open the door to the “Chamber of Secrets” and invited our enemies inside. And our enemies are coming with hatred in their hearts and disdain for western civilization meeting little resistance. May the Gods soon raise up a Pelagius or an El Cidfrom among the folk.