Ordo Atlantica is an Atlantic Canadian Nationalist organization for men and families of European stock. We strive to safeguard the existence and prosperity of our Folk in Eastern Canada. We are unapologetically ethnocentric and will always stand for the interests of our Folk and only our Folk.
Our symbol is the Anchor Cross. The Anchor Cross represents the firmness of our commitment to our Families and our Folk, the 4 anchors representing the 4 Atlantic provinces. The Anchor Cross reminds us that we are an entity of iron, stable and immovable, firm in even the greatest of storms. The joined anchors also represent the shared European spirit of the Atlantic provinces.
We organize activities ranging from hikes and family events to activism and much more. If you are a man or family of European stock looking for your tribe in Atlantic Canada, you have found your community in Ordo Atlantica.
Please reach out to us via email if you are interested in joining. Must be at least 18 yrs old.
ordoatlantica@proton.me
Our symbol is the Anchor Cross. The Anchor Cross represents the firmness of our commitment to our Families and our Folk, the 4 anchors representing the 4 Atlantic provinces. The Anchor Cross reminds us that we are an entity of iron, stable and immovable, firm in even the greatest of storms. The joined anchors also represent the shared European spirit of the Atlantic provinces.
We organize activities ranging from hikes and family events to activism and much more. If you are a man or family of European stock looking for your tribe in Atlantic Canada, you have found your community in Ordo Atlantica.
Please reach out to us via email if you are interested in joining. Must be at least 18 yrs old.
ordoatlantica@proton.me
Look at them in the eye, do not allow your gaze to falter. For there will come a time when they will seek to make us alter. Stand firm, though storms may howl and winds may tear our sails asunder, For our folk who hold their ground are those who claim the prize of thunder.
Let not their words of doubt or scorn sow fear within your heart, For courage is the steed that carries honor from the start. The world may press its weight, and shadows stretch across our path, But we who stand unyielding earn the light beyond the wrath.
So clasp your will with iron hands, and fix your steady stare, The foe that meets our unbowed gaze shall find no quarter there. For there will come a time when all the trials we have braved, Will carve our names in stone, and prove our souls would not be swayed.
Let not their words of doubt or scorn sow fear within your heart, For courage is the steed that carries honor from the start. The world may press its weight, and shadows stretch across our path, But we who stand unyielding earn the light beyond the wrath.
So clasp your will with iron hands, and fix your steady stare, The foe that meets our unbowed gaze shall find no quarter there. For there will come a time when all the trials we have braved, Will carve our names in stone, and prove our souls would not be swayed.
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, Now it boils, a storm unleashed, a fire within the man. Our energy stirs and grows, too strong to cage, Its rhythm beats within our hearts, a pulse that fuels our rage.
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, I see their sneers, I hear their cheers, As our kin slip through their hands. We are not like those who bend, whose pride succumbs to sway, For honor burns within our souls, unbroken in the fray.
We are no dying ember, no flicker in the dark, But flames that light the ages, igniting ancient sparks.
Our fury is a righteous call, our fight a sacred creed, For we, like anchors in the storm, defy the tides of greed. We vow to guard the unborn kin who slumber in the earth, Their legacy, a roaring fire, to rise and claim their worth.
We will not falter, will not break; our steps will march unbound, Through gale and shore, our promise will resound. From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began.
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, I see their sneers, I hear their cheers, As our kin slip through their hands. We are not like those who bend, whose pride succumbs to sway, For honor burns within our souls, unbroken in the fray.
We are no dying ember, no flicker in the dark, But flames that light the ages, igniting ancient sparks.
Our fury is a righteous call, our fight a sacred creed, For we, like anchors in the storm, defy the tides of greed. We vow to guard the unborn kin who slumber in the earth, Their legacy, a roaring fire, to rise and claim their worth.
We will not falter, will not break; our steps will march unbound, Through gale and shore, our promise will resound. From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began.
“Racialism presents itself as greater than nationalism, because to feel of the same race, even when this expression is meant to be more of a myth than a reality, is greater than to feel as being of the same nation. As a political myth, race is the living nation, which is not enclosed in abstract, judicial or territorial limits, or exhausting itself within a simple unity of civilization, language or history. The concept of race goes deeper than this, reaches the origins, inseparable from a sentiment of continuity, and touches the deepest chords of the human being.”
— Julius Evola, ‘Synthesis of a Doctrine of Race’ (1941)
— Julius Evola, ‘Synthesis of a Doctrine of Race’ (1941)