“A city is well-fortified which has a wall of men instead of brick.” – Lycurgus.
An older piece, written back when I was young and the founding member of a motorcycle gang.
Dead while alive
I ride into nowhere.
Them birds have all died in my hair.
This is nobody’s path.
Except the engine’s roar there is no sound.
Fire wheels have overrun the serpent.
Many moons ago dead.
Beyond all bearing alive.
High on dreams and nightmares.
To hear, to see, to feel, to understand.
Right and wrong become complete.
To a thunder I grow.
The edge of the gap draws near.
The mist is thick.
The engine’s roar vivifies what’s left of me.
The words rolling from your lips
Are viscous like blood,
While tasting like honey.
Can’t recall the time spent hiding,
But centuries must be too short,
Moments too long.
And I just can’t envision
The map of your new world,
Lying in tatters.
Unbreakable is the silence
Of your monologue,
Without the clothes adequate
For such an occasion.
Therefore, I turn to the myths
Filling the pages of a book
Read somewhere down the road.
But that was way back,
When all was eternal.
I have a tattoo of an golden eagle (Aquila chrysaetos) on my right arm. Always loved those birds: majestic and beautiful. No wonder so many cultures were and are fascinated by it, as I am too.
Now I have two eagles nesting in the area where my house is and I love to watch them fly and hunt and call after each other. For a while I’ve heard the cry of their fledgling, but by now he must have left the perimeter. Observing them have become trully a spiritual experience for me.
Then I’ve heard about Jack Donovan’s new book “A sky without eagles” and I’m probably gonna buy it. But that’s not the point.
“A sky without eagles”…
What a sad sight that would be.
Something that the modern world actually wants: tameness on all levels. No wild eagles, but caged canary, slavishly singing for the masters.
The end of beauty, of majesty, of naturalness.
As far as I’m concerned, it all started with the much revered “Renaissance” (my ass!), which was nothing more than the rise of the merchants, leading, through revolutions, bloodshed and guillotines, to the rise of the proletarians. The lowest castes, the lowest of the low, where and are in charge. Some may invoke the art and shit of that era, like the art and shit of later times, but the fact is that all of it was and is nothing. Plain copycats, lacking the soul of that which they tried and still try to copy. And anyway: on the top of a crap pile you can see the most beautiful flowers bloom. It changes nothing.
The lowest know no nobleness, no honour, no beauty. The lowest have no knowledge of virtue. All they can do is indulge in the lowest pleasures of materialistic and carnal kind. That’s why “sex sells”, by the way. What misserable lives they lead! Because they cannot rise to beauty, they stain everything with their filth.
And centuries have slowly passed…
Now we’ve degenerated from beings into mere existences. Our lives were reduced to “Das Kapital” by a social parasite and his disciples. Our souls perverted unrecongnisable. Our knowledge is ignorance. Our path is a dead end.
And oblivion slowly sets in…
We’ve forgotten who we once were. Sometimes we try to recreate some of it, in a pathetic attempt to save at least something of ourselves, but we almost always buy into their propaganda of illusions and lies. We cannot see the truth anymore. We do not have what it takes to understand what we have lost. How much we have lost. How beautiful it was that which we have lost.
That’s why so many go for “the Right”, without even realising that it’s actually “the Left” dressed in different clothes. Blind, deaf and dumb is what we’ve become. We don’t seem to understand that getting involved in this “Kali Yuga Circus”, no matter what dogma you write on your banner, is another step towards the abyss. There are no differences among those clowns and their parties. All of them are part of the same pile of crap. It is that simple. Where I come from there is a saying: “Same Mary with a different hat”. That’s what the circus is, folks.
“A sky without eagles”… A dreadful thought.
But what can be done about it, some might ask?
There’s a joke I’ve heard about such folks, ending in the phrase “That’s the problem with you: you always have to do something”.
Action comes right after contemplation. Rushing headlong into action may be the way of the samurai, but I doubt it is the right way. Contemplating too long is also a sign of an utter lack of the will to act. Maybe the balance of the two is the trully right way to do anything.
Understand who you really are and don’t lose yourself in dreaming about what you’d like to be. That is the first step. That is how one can be of true help to a cause. Know your capabilities. Know your place and your duty. Employ and fulfill them the best you can.
And remember that freedom isn’t about doing what you want, but about doing what you should.
The second step would be to find likeminded people, in true life, not in the virtual bullshit. Form a group, a tribe, a band, a gang. Get together and build something, or, as some put it, “start the world”.
This is the tricky part.
I posted something about the “Wolves of Vinland” a while ago and I know there are other groups like that around, but the more I think about it, the less I agree with them.
Social atomism and antisocial behaviour is what drives people like that to do what they do and that is the wrong way to do anything regarding our topic here.
Be a part of society, don’t run away from it. It is this big world you want to save, not your small insignificant one. It is a greater task and a nobler duty to be a small part of something great, than to be the big shot of something small and meaningless.
Do your part in the society, but never forget why you do it and that your work is done for something greater.
I by no means say you ought to become “one of them”, but it is stupid and useless to fight miles away from where the battle actually is. That’s not the way to change anything and you’ll win nothing at the end of such an “endeavour”. Be there where you’re needed and do your best. That’s the right way. All else is part of the “circus”.
And let it be said that it is not an honourable war for the minds and souls of the people that’s raging. It is a dishonourable one. Honour, righteousness and virtue are better left for those who deserve them. For the lowest there can be only scorn. Nothing else.
Be there, or be square!
And when I finally understood this, it all became clear. I thank the eagles flying above my house for this understanding. Beautiful and noble creatures that they are.
That’s why I am “Against a sky without eagles”.
You? Figure it out for yourself.
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The only Nordic writing worth reading: Hávamál.
I used to ask myself, while younger, why do people seem to go mostly for that nordic/viking stuff (“celtic” too at times) and why do they reduce paganism/heathenism almost always to only that component(s).
Later I understood: nordic paganism (even the so-called “celtic”) is primitive and simplistic, being therefore easy to understand for those who really do some research and some reading. For the mob there are simplistically depicted vikings (or “celts” in some cases) in the media and that suffices apparently. No wonder in both cases.
In an era when the lowest of the low dominate, simplism is the rule and complexity scares. Plain fact.
Can you imagine the time needed to understand the well known ancient greco-roman world, in all its complexity? Or the brains needed for the same task? The mob has neither.
Not to mention, for example, the less known thracian (including the daco-getic branch), or slavic world and their complexity. That would bring all Nordics to despair.
So there you have it: simplicity has become paganism/heathenism. A sad situation. Not to forget the christian influence on understanding it.
Does that go to show an also well known fact, that the nordics are indeed primitive and simplistic people? I am convinced it is so, nevermind the hollers of indignation I received while saying this and may receive because of writing this.
Look at them, the nordics: they pushed forward the rise of the burgeoisie and that of the proletariat, destroying every piece of beauty there may have been, along with supporting the rise of atheism that simply happened in the process. Nice job indeed, fellas.
Apart from that they only tried to copy the southern european heritage, in arts, crafts and “intellectual” matters. Does this make them plain copycats? Of course it does.
Simplistic and primitive materialism is what defines the nordics and what pushed and pushes them forward, as it defined and moved the lowest castes in the ancient world. The beauty and the complexity of Old Europe is something that the nordics did not, can not and will never understand.
Which means that an evetual rebirth of Europe will come too from the south and from the east, where the spiritual component is prevalent in the everyday life, unlike the growing atheism of the what is called “western world”, which is actually a spiritual wasteland and probably always was.
And why the fuck do Nordics call their turf “the western world”, or “the free world” at times? Because, as every lowlife, they are arrogant.
There is no downfall of the West, because there never has been a rise of the West.
The West proclaimed that “God is dead”, didn’t it? What better point to make than that, to prove the destructiveness of the West? But we all know it is easier to destroy, than to create.
Returning to the beginning: what is there to be read, that’s genuinely nordic paganism? The Havamal, probably, and that’s about it. Wow! Really? Now look at the south and east, look at the Old Europe, and come again…
Not that I have anything against the Nordics, who are western and free at the same time, but I like the truth and don’t like illusions. So come what may, they remain primitive and simplistic people. That’s why they sanctified manual labour and generally physical work, that’s why they can never stop, why they can never stand still, why they never reflect, why they are atheists, why always in a pointless hurry, why always better than everybody else, why always omniscient, why ignorant, lurid, carnal, hypocritical, superficial, fake… etc ad nauseam.
If anyone can prove me wrong, he/she is welcome to do so.
One of those instances I mentioned in my post “Being a pagan”, about when academics get involved in paganism/heathenism.
Well written and researched. Well thought and put to paper. Nevertheless, soulless as crap.
There are worst ways to spend your money, so buying it is not such a big mistake. Still… missing the point with one millimeter is still mising the point. To me at least.