Showing posts with label Woden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woden. Show all posts

Monday, 15 February 2016

Class

I wrote the following as a status on facebook so my style may differ from the usual, but I felt it worth posting here.


My concept of class is most likely a bizarre one given the time we live in. But it is understandable given the history of class relating to Northern European peoples.
The class system used to serve a very different and healthier society than we have now. In the times before good records were kept, long before the Romans built their diseased and bloated factory farm of a civilisation.
Before the idea of human equality and life ever after had left the middle east, we had a tribal society.
That tribal society was made up of three classes, three classes that survived in theory until the middle ages despite them being naively out of date at the time and one of the classes serving the opposite purpose to their original one.
There was a warrior class, who, like the knights of the middle ages were the nobility, the leaders of men. Before there were even kings and queens, it was the warrior class, considered of the noblest blood who were tasked with the highest responsibilities in relation to their kinsmen.
There were the priest class, if you imagine the Druids of the Celtic nations, you wont be far wrong in imagining their ancient Germanic and Slavic brethren either. Learned and wise, the living libraries of folklore who relayed knowledge as old as time to all of society and functioned to keep society unified by the bonds of blood and the shared past of generations of ancestors. Unsurprisingly the loss of this class has been the most terrible blow Europeans have been dealt for thousands of years, along with the loss of the library of Alexandria, the disappearance of the priests of the old lore has left the distant past shrouded in great mystery and we are left with only scraps of lore from related peoples like the Greeks or the Vedic Hindus.
Lastly was the only class that survives even remotely intact, the workers, the freemen, slaves, labourers and the like.
In the middle ages all three existed, though the growing merchantile class began to break up the third class I mentioned and began the creation of what we would now call a middle class and the priestly class now served to impose a foreign ideology on the masses and eat away at the bonds that once united a people, remarkably though by the fourteenth century the Christianity that was being taught had been Europeanised to such an extent that the main complaints were of church corruption rather than the alien nature of its ideas and theology, and the church hierarchy was every bit as complicated as our class system is today.
My conception of the class system today bears all of this in mind. The middle classes, some of whom may have noble blood, are for the most part descended from the peasants that made up 90% approximately of the medieval population, just like the working class. The nobility who are so small I number today, made up a large minority of the population of prehistoric Europe. All of us are seasoned with the blood of noble and commoner alike. But I postulate that true nobility is not necessarily present in those who possess a title, and can in fact manifest in those who possess some noble blood but who no longer bear a title. That is the true nobility, the intelligence, culture and moral responsibility felt by the greatest among us. I have other theories on this also, such as divine blood claimed by ancient Scandinavian kings and the blood of the Volsungs making itself known in those chosen by Odin. I have rambled but my point stands, that three classes of Aryan (politically incorrect I know, read as indo-European if you get a touch of the vapours from reading that) exist, one is obsolete and will only exist when we reestablish a healthy society, one will remain confused and devoid of hope in the meanwhile and the other, the noble of heart and of blood, will lead one and prepare the way for the other.
Hail Odin.

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Presently

I imagine those few who read this blog, though few are wondering why I do not post here often.


You could say that my relationship with technology is similar to my relationship with bubbly 18 year old blondes, I am obsessed with both and neither obliges me very often.
Presently I find my two laptops unwilling to comply with any remote command, my powerful one due to the cost cutting in even the better saleable products and the second due to my autistic clumsiness and my love of carbonated drinks. Presently I must write via a smartphone and it is for times like this I am glad I bought it.

Presently I find myself engrossed in Tolkein's Sigurd and Gudrun, an English reworking of the Lay of the Volsungs and the Lay of Gudrun. In typical Tolkein fashion it is a work of brilliance and quite unexpectedly an essential read for those who feel the call of the blood.

Particularly of interest to me was the wording of a particular stanza of the lay of the volsungs when a prophecy was spake:

(Upphaf-14)
If in day of doom, one deathless stands,
Who death hath tasted, and dies no more,
The Serpent-Slayer, Seed of Odin,
Then all shall not end, nor Earth Perish

The stanza refers to Sigurd of course, but it still made me think. As a man who knows Odin watches over him, who has seen the face of the allfather with my own eyes it makes me ponder my place in history and why I felt drawn to the name.
Why did I take the name, SerpentSlayer?
I knew full well what the serpent represented when I took the name, I knew of the world serpent and what it represented, but I knew not who was fated to slay it, nor the greatness required of such a man.
I find myself in a quandry, unable to openly accept that I could possibly be an incarnation of Sigurd, nor that I can abandon my resolve to do everything in my power to revive the Aryan race and destroy the wicked forces that threaten to destroy us.
For that reason I do not feel that I can abandon the name, SerpentSlayer, I was fated to take it I feel. For what purpose I know not, perhaps I shall be a hero in the coming esoteric struggle, perhaps I will fail, perhaps I will aid the one who truly deserves to bear the name. Who knows.
As it is, even though typing is hard I feel compelled to air my thoughts. I know that I am one of Odin's chosen if not the one his chosen wait for in Valhöll. The steely grey of my eyes betrays this openly and the nobility of my soul perseveres as it always shall, I know the allfather has a plan for me.

We all know the world is at an interesting point in it's history and I hope to explore the particular happenings of the present in closer detail soon.

Hail Odin!

 

Friday, 21 December 2012

Apocalypse? This is just the start!


I had been hoping to post on this earlier but it being winter, I have been spending my time in books and enjoying the town I live in as much as possible, enjoying the cafés, the people, the early twilights, the festive feel.

There has been much ado about the Mayan Calendar and the foreboding surrounding 'apocalypse' theories, I would like to clear this up right now by saying that this is nonsense, even the Mayan acknowledge that this is not some Christian type apocalypse. I blame Christian and Jewish media sensationalists for spreading this myth, because it does not fit in with their linear view of time. For the Mayans this is the transitioning of their calendar from one age to another, it is to us Europeans the end of the age of Pisces and as the famous song goes, the dawning of the age of Aquarius!

A Millenia ago, the Mayans were visited by a man they named Quetzalcoatl, a blonde haired, blue eyed and tall man of great wisdom, a poet and healer, who foretold this and his own return sometime around now, either this October or now and a great change in the world order culminating in many deaths. I choose to entertain the myth of Quetzalcoatl for obvious reasons, this man either was one of the old gods of Asgard/Osyeard, or an emissary and priest send to do their work and plant the seed of this myth, in full knowledge that similar myths may not survive in Europe (with the Heathens being on the back foot around 1000ad) whether Quetzalcoatl, Woden, Tyr, Baldr or whoever it was returns in physical form is not important.

What is necessary if that the worldview and understanding of Pre-Christian, Pre-Jewish, Pre-Islam thinking returns to us. Man was once aware of the cycles of the stars and planets, of the essence contained in the belief of the gods, that has been washed away by narrow minded dogma, a reliance on small books to understand a much greater universe. We must rediscover our old ways, old gods and love of our people above a universalist, jealous god, who incites his followers to wage war on those who do not follow him and even each other.

It is especially important that we Europeans rediscover our ancient ways, for long has a race once known as the 'Axe-people' been comfortable to kneel and close palms hoping their troubles will allay, hating their own bodies for being a reminder of the original sin and for considering women to be lesser than men for it, long have we held unnatural views about venerating the weak and the cowardly and even worse for venerating so-called 'chosen people' of that same god and allowing them to guilt us out of gold, land and even our own blood.

If mankind is to become at one with himself, comfortable with his family, nature and the spirits of his ancestors for guides, then he must abandon the Abrahamic view of the world. Mankind is not sinful, he is a wonder in all his forms, part of nature, yet separate, caring of nature and yet able to look it in the eye while healthy and take what he needs from it, he is intelligent, strong, cunning and brave, capable of love and hatred. To allow ancient doctrines based on the whim of a handful of people to enslave an entire species would be the biggest 'sin' anyone of us could commit.

Honour the gods, Honour the soil, Honour your people. It really is as simple as that.