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Amongst all the tribes of our world, the British peoples are a uniquely aquatic race. Of the diasporas that make up their stock (English, Irish, Welsh, Scottish and related admixtures) none reflect this as its highest virtue other than the English - from whose loins birthed the greatest seafaring Empire in mankind's history.

As the adage quotes: To honour we call, you as freemen not slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
In thy orisons, I remember.
Valen
Burzum
Come death, dear death;
give me a solution to all puzzles;
give me a key and a magic wand,
tie up the world's knots


🌲 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐔𝐒 🌲
Since no one else seems to want to say, I will

Christian nationalism is a lie.
Forwarded from ᛉᛟ Viðr ᛟᛉ
“And if Valhalla is a truth
A reward someday I'll see
Beautiful Valkyrie
Waiting there for me.”
Forwarded from Gnostic Intel
“Ye shall utterly destroy all the places wherein the nations which ye shall possess served their gods, upon the high mountains, and upon the hills, and under every green tree. And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their idols with fire; and ye shall hew down the carved images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.”
—Deuteronomy, 12:2–3

Notes: Yahweh, identified by the Gnostics as the Lord Archon or Demiurge is a jealous god who demands that no other gods be honoured before him. This implies the existence of competing Pagan deities who pervade nature in all its forms. However, monotheism rejects these immanent powers and attempts to leave the earth void of divinity, subjecting its inhabitants to an off-planet landlord. By reclaiming our senses from the psychic assault of the archons and their earth bound proxies we can once again begin to remystify our world.

Image: Saint Boniface by Michael Godfrey
Forwarded from BC Neanderthal Mindset
Complacency is death

Our nature demands conflict.
Evolution itself, both physical and spiritual, are contingent on this fact. Without it, there is no reason to adapt and grow stronger; nothing.
In fact, we will get weaker and wither away. Why? Because complacency kills.

Observe any predator and their prey, and observe their evolution over time; they evolve together, by adapting new ways to outwit and defeat the other after countless amounts of trial and error, costing life after life, to gain a slight advantage.
It is this eternal struggle that makes every species stronger over time.

Since human beings have conquered the planet, we have become our own predator and prey; our tribal nature is what separates us into different groups.
Forwarded from BC Neanderthal Mindset
This tribalism can take any form: religious, racial, political, philosophical, or any possible distinction you can think of. To believe that we can somehow manage to create a global utopia by breaking this innate drive, uniting all these manifestations of division, is extremely naïve and foolish.

Nature doesn't give a fuck what we like. I'm sure none of us like the excruciating physical pain that comes with a serious injury, or the gut-wrenching feeling of losing a loved one, but those moments of suffering serve a purpose; and again, Nature doesn't give a fuck if we don't like them.

One facet of our purpose is to play this game and win, for as long as we can, until our time in this world expires.
None of us can quit the game unless we take our own lives. So if you choose life, then you must play the game of life.
Do not be ashamed of your nature, and what you are designed to do.
Complacency is our enemy, and should be rooted out.
Forwarded from Go to @OdeToPower3 (Coup Liebert)
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Forwarded from 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔸𝕤 𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 (Coup Liebert)
Forwarded from 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔸𝕤 𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 (Tiger)
Nietzsche say that
life is meaningless
That's why tonight
Val drink Rumplemintz
Forwarded from BC Neanderthal Mindset
Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhood’s precious things,

Old Kriss Kringle looked around,
And saw on the elm-tree bough,
High hung, an oriole’s nest,
Lonely and empty now.

“Quite a stocking,” he laughed,
“Hung up there on a tree!
I didn’t suppose the birds
Expected a present from me!”

Then old Kriss Kringle, who loves
A joke as well as the best,
Dropped a handful of snowflakes
Into the oriole’s empty nest.

-Kriss Kringle
By Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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