The time for reaction passes once one becomes aware of a problem. A reaction should be a momentary thing, like an expression of shock or disgust across one's face before they set their expression in stone and go about fixing the problem. The time for reaction to the rotten state of our world has long since passed and now it's time to start building the counter to the poison of this world. In that spirit and with that knowledge in mind, you need to start focusing your talents (whatever those might be) on your place in the community that's already here, and the world we all want to see.

Whatever it is that animates your muscle with natural, flowing movements and gets you active without even needing to think about it is your natural place. For me, this is in crafts. I'm a blacksmith by passion and nature and even when I knew nothing, I knew enough naturally to set about making knives and gate handles. I'm more learned now and can actually make something that looks like something, whereas before I was beating metal and wondering why it looked so ugly.

This war of ours isn't strictly personal. Of course you and I as individuals are affected by the poison of our enemy's sting, but so too is every other White person in this world. Our families, friends, our communities, the budding beginnings of the new kingdoms and chiefdoms suffer from not only our enemy but our own lack of response.

Of course that isn't to discredit those that already took it upon themselves to act rather than simply react, quite the opposite in fact. They ought to act as touchstones for us who are alive and active now to look back on and take inspiration from. But we need to do better than them. So much better.

In this spirit we need to stop thinking solely as individuals ("How does this affect me, personally?") and start thinking about our people, our communities, and building those communities. We need to build up our people, rather than tear them down. We need to start thinking about how to inspire other White folk, how to knock them out of their stupors and bring them into awareness so that they can reap the benefits of a community they help to create.

Stop giving energy to the rotten, to the degenerate, and to the poisonous. Your thoughts, if they are filled with poison, will create poison through your hands and tongue and face. By spreading poison, you sicken your people, and you bring them down rather than build them up.

Your thoughts, if they are filled with virtue, will if you have the mind to act upon your virtue and your search for rightness create beautiful things and inspire the people who look at you and see you striving for beauty and goodness rather than spreading further sorrow and poison.

Control your mind, temper your thoughts, act with goodness and bravery, and start acting rather than just reacting. Your people need you.

Calling the gods according to our heritage. These aren’t all, but to name a few…

Óðinn (Odin) = Wóden
Þórr (Thor) = Þunor (Thunor)
Freyr = Fréa (Seaxnéat) (Ing)
Frigg = Fríġe
Freyja = Frówe
Baldr = Bældæġ
Heimdallr = Háma
Völundr = Wéland
Mímir = Mimor
Urðr = Wyrd

Herodotus wrote that the Thracians believed in immortality of the soul, and that those who died went to Zalmoxis. Immortality of the soul is also attested in the Gylfaginning; Ātman wasn’t just a Vedic belief.
An interesting detail from Herodotus’s account is that when there was a thunderstorm, the Thracians would fire arrows at it; undoubtedly an act of defiance against the Greeks, and by extension, Zeus.

Jacob Grimm recorded a survival of Woden worship in Blekinge, Sweden and Mecklenburg, wherein farmers would leave a section of rye unharvested for Odin’s horse. They would braid the tops together and sprinkle them with water, take off their hats and bow, and recite thrice;

"Woden, take care of your horse now, with thistle and thorn,
so next year we may have better corn!"
Another version was;
"Woden, Woden, feed your horse now, with thistle and thorn, next year, better corn!"

He noted that it was said during winter nights, he could be heard roaming the fields with his hunting dogs (Freki and Geri?).

This was likely a remnant of offerings on Winterfylleth and/or Álfablót; in the Austrfararvísur, Odin is mentioned during a sacrifice to the Álfar. In rural regions of Scandinavia and Germany, the Old Ways never fully disappeared.

Art by Carl Emil Doepler, 1905. ⴲ

The Adirondack Guide
by Winslow Homer 1894

The universe consists of 5 elements, Fire, Water, Air, Earth and Akasha.
The whole of the Primordial Elements, the Original Cause and Thought constitute what we could call the Absolute. However, and as Thoth-Paimon taught it, there is ONE God and Gods. And with the Gods, there is a God of Gods who is Ptah, Sanat Kumara, Enki whom Thoth referred to as Atum

The "God" Thoth discourses with Asklepios on is not an external theistic divinity as the One but rather the quintessence of all that exists, in the purest, the most primordial, the most perfect possible state because still undifferentiated. It's important to realise that any creation shown, was it divine, becomes immediately imperfect. The absolute perfection is in the absence of manifestation which is Life

For Thoth and his school of Hermeticism, the 4 elements are integral parts of the Divine because directly connected to the intrinsic qualities of the Grand Being:

FIRE is the Omnipotence, the absolute and long-lasting capacity of Creation. Who is the master of the three others. Because the Fire originates from Heavens, everything emanates from it. The Fire, divine beyond any measure, is thus of a superior nature to the other elements Water, Earth and Air.

AIR is the Wisdom, the Purity, the Clarity, the Discernment, the Intelligence which engender the universal balance. which we inhale.

WATER is the Love and the Eternal Life, the Magnetism (magnetic fluid) which we drink, in which we bathe.

EARTH is the Ubiquity, the Immortality on which we walk or in which we plant our seeds.

The Shaivites gather the original elements under the term of Tattwas. These Tattwas are directly linked to the chakras: the divine chakras, those from the universe, from Earth and from human beings. They are the essence of the element which lives in the chakra, even if for Humankind, the essence of our chakras remains primary (basic) regarding our current very low level of consciousness

Our brain of which we only use ten percent of his capacities, is incapable to understand the subtleties of the Great Mysteries. And anyway, the words still do not exist to define really them nor even the principles which should accompany them.

So, it's always perilous to approach this type of subjects. Nevertheless, it's essential to seize here the foundation of the precocious assimilation of the Gods to the Fire, to the Sun, to the Light and by definition, to the Heat in motion.

Indeed, the cobra, universal symbol of energy, power and fire. (the fire being symbolized, in addition to kundalini by the spat poison which burns). Think of Uraeus in Egypt or still stick-snake, supplier of energy and health.

The lingam is the obvious symbol of fertility, of the creative capacity of god Shiva, of Gods generally, for whom the sexual act is evidence and necessity.

Lingam raises itself in Yoni, its base, matrix of the world, feminine principle. The lingam, the cosmic power, the creative power fits in Yoni to give birth to universes and to everything on them. That's why when we cut ourselves from sexuality for ascetism, we often cut ourselves from creativity. Although it's not systematic.

Naturally, the energy of life is sexual, there are not two energies, one for life, the other one linked to sex, but ONE inseparable energy. The energy of sexual and creative life. So, ultimately, the lingam is not the lingam of Shiva. The lingam IS Shiva. Lord Shiva and the Lingam are One

The snake is also associated with the libido, with the sexual energy, which is also another name for the energy of life. the religions have made of sex a dirty thing, only reduced to fertilization and reproduction. Energy of life, sexual energy, creative energy, Chi, all these are the same thing. He is the essential principle, always to be reborn, to live, to dance, to love. He is the Life.

The stimulation of chakras, especially the root one, fundamental base of our earthly reality, the awakening of Kundalini becomes achievement. Permanent orgasm of the constant contact with the Invisible, the Divine in oneself, the Great Creator.

Bean Sidhe, Women of the Mounds

One of the most iconic and well known of all the spirits and Gods of Gaelic Myth and Lore is the Wailing spirit known as The Banshee (Bean Sidhe) though they are also some of the most maligned and misunderstood of all the Fae.

For Banshee's do not bring death, nor do they cause it, they are not killers -no more than any of us really- they are in truth mourners, her wail is that of true and deepest mourning for the death of a great and noble hero, they just learn of it before we mortals do -Time between realms has never really been consistent-

You see, A Banshee is in reality an ancestral spirit or "Faerie Woman" that heralds the imminent death of a beloved family member. Not just of any family though, HER family. Her keening or wailing may only be heard by the family itself. However, on occasion, a hero can be so important to the land and people that the Banshee's wail can be heard by all!

The proof of her bond and her devotion to her Clan is her comb. Banshee carry a comb carved of the leg bone of one of the families great heroes. And you'd do well to remember that the Banshee does not take her role lightly, she truly cares for the family. Keeping the chronicles of their history, watching over them and even washing the bloody clothes of those to die before they are stained. This duty of care for her clan is the most precious part of a Banshee's existence, symbolized modestly in her humble comb. Anyone attempting to steal her comb from her invites death upon themselves and their family as she represents both their protection and destruction.

So should YOU see an old but beautiful woman, or perhaps a younger woman whose eyes betray the weight and wisdom of her years softly singing to herself while combing her hair. Offer to her your time and kindness, comb her hair, tell her a story or sing her a song. You very well might have encountered the herald and historian of your clan.-HR

@Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)