Remember why they are afraid of you.
You hold deep wisdom, unconventional knowledge and divine power.

They can't eradicate you. You are a force of nature. Like the seasons, you keep coming back.

You know who they are. Remember who you are.

Charged by the original solar power.

The reason why Whites have a special bond with nature.
A soul incarnates in a specific body having specific genetic attributes and traits in order to grow in a given environment that will stimulate and further the spiritual evolution of that individual.
Each race is designed for/by a particular habitat. A soul can evolve a great deal within the native environmental scope. Gaia and her many elements serve many purposes, among which to assist us in our spiritual evolution.

A Black person per se is misplaced in a continent like Europe, and spiritually deprived. Lost.
In my years of hiking and wandering in the many European forests and mountains, never do I recall encountering a dark skinned individual. Blacks don’t camp nor hike, ski, or climb mountains. They're even known to make fun of us for it. They cannot grasp any of it.

The reason is that the mountains and European nature more generally, do not call them. Europe speaks and calls her children. Our Gods who live in our blood, are calling us back home.

We Are NOT Africans - Varg Vikernes

One does not "worship" Odin, one identifies with him. What is described in the Edda is a path of initiation we ourselves may follow, into the runic mysteries. It is a path of ascetism, and of self-overcoming, in which we awaken within us a dormant power that can confer knowledge of mysteries.
One of the functions of the figure of Odin is thus to serve as a model for the seeker. In truth, we are all Odin, all the external expression of a transcendent power. To find the secret of Rûna we must re-integrate with that transcendent power, which is our innermost self. Just like Odin, we must sacrifice ourselves to ourselves.

— Summoning the Gods.

Rediscover, reawaken, reconnect with yourself ᛟ

Children playing in a village in Germany 🇩🇪, c. 1900

Gudvangen Norway 2014 🇳🇴

The Gyger of Landegode

In the olden days, there lived a great gyger [a troll wife] out on Landegode. As she thought it was far too lonely to live so alone on the desolate island out in the sea, far away from other trolls and gygers, she called to the blueman, who lived in the mountains within Saltenfjord, and asked if he didn’t want her to wife, because she so wanted to get married. Yes, he certainly would, but only on the condition that she should first take Landegode and carry it to Blåmannsfjell; for he had been annoyed for many long ages that the neighbouring mountain of Sulitjelma), was so much higher and prouder than Blåmannsfjell, in which he lived. If she could get his house as high as Sulitjelma, he would marry her, any day of the week. Well, it could easily be done, the gyger thought, and so she set to work. But when she had Landegode tied well to her back, the sun shone, and then she turned into a huge rock, which you can still see standing out on Landegode, and which people call “Landego-gjuri” [literally, “Landegod-udder,” as two peaks on the island are fancied to resemble a woman’s breasts]. And the blueman, he stood for so long, looking for his sweetheart, that he forgot to pack himself back into his mountain, and so he also turned to stone. To this day he may be seen standing in the mountains, with his skis on his feet; the tips of his skis protrude from the snow that covers the top of the mountain.

– Legend from Skjerstad, as told by schoolteacher A. Vesterlid.

To be a pagan is to be yourself. But not the one you try to be only to fit the preferences of others. To be a pagan is to be your true self, without the zombifying effect of the surrounding mediocrity.

Volkhv Veleslav