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Against a sky without eagles

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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.

“Zalmoxis – first legislator of the Getae” by Carolus Lundius

The original of this book still exists in the archives of the Uppsala university, revealing the fact that the Goths are actually Getae (the greek name for what the romans called Dacians), also the true origin of the scandinavians and about what was the first known set of laws ever written. Of course this goes against the widespread misconception that the dacians (or getae) did not have their own script, contested even by the famous Tartaria tablets.

Anyway, read carefully and enjoy.

CAROLUS LUNDIUS – Zalmoxis, first legislator of the Getae

On Perun/Перун

I was born on Perundan, which is a thursday, and according to tradition I wear as my first given name, because I am the first born son, my paternal grandfather’s name, which is Ilie (Iliya, Ilija, Elijah, etc. are variants of it).

Perun, the thunder god of the ancient pagan Slavs, a fructifier, purifier, and overseer of right and order. His actions are perceived by the senses: seen in the thunderbolt, heard in the rattle of stones, the bellow of the bull, or the bleat of the he-goat (thunder), and felt in the touch of an ax blade. The word for Thursday (Thor’s day) in the Polabian language was peründan. Polish piorun and Slovak parom denote “thunder” or “lightning.”

The lightning god and his cult among the Slavs is attested by the Byzantine historian Procopius in the 6th century. In The Russian Primary Chronicle, compiled c. 1113, Perun is mentioned as having been invoked in the treaties of 945 and 971, and his name is the first in the list of gods of St. Vladimir’s pantheon of 980. He was worshiped in oak groves by western Slavs, who called him Prone, which name appears in Helmold’s Chronica Slavorum (c. 1172). Porenut, Perun’s son, is mentioned by the Danish historian Saxo Gramaticus in the early 13th century.

In the Christian period the worship of Perun was gradually transferred to St. Elijah (Ilie, Ilija, Iliya, etc.), but in folk beliefs, his fructifying, life-stimulating, and purifying functions are still performed by his vehicles: the ax, the bull, the he-goat, the dove, and the cuckoo. Sacrifices and communal feasts on July 20 in honour of Perun or Iliya continued in orthodox christian countries until modern times.

Therefore, today I shall remember, revere and worship.

Cлава Перунy! Hail Perun!

 

(The weather forecast predicted a storm, by the way.)

Slavic Mythology: Perun | Перун

A Journey Through Slavic Culture

This post is the beginning of a series of articles on various aspects of Slavic mythology that I hope to publish on a near-weekly basis. As this article is the beginning of something new, I believe I should begin with the greatest figure in the Slavic pantheon, Perun.

Often compared to Thor of the Norse mythological world, Perun was considered the highest of all gods and was one of Svarog’s three sons. Perun was seen to be the creator and master of rain, lightning, and thunder (and anything that had to do with hurricanes and storms), Perun’s name is even based off the old Indo-European root “parg” meaning ‘to strike’, much like lightning would. In fact, the Polish word for ‘thunderbolt’ is Piorun. He possessed the ability to shoot lightning strikes from a bow as well as create storms to aid farmworkers.

As well as being associated with weather, he…

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Decebal to his people

Proceeding on the idea of defending and protecting what’s yours, against all odds and come what may, I remembered something my father gave me along in life, which is this poem concerning the alledged speech that the dacian king Decebal held before the defenders of the Sarmisegetuza citadel:

“This life is a lost boon if you
Don’t live it as you wanted to!
Much would a warlike, ruthless foe
Enslave us all! Our birth, we know,
Was woe enough; would you get through
Another dreadful woe?

Death, even for a godlike scion,
Is a hard law, as hard as iron!
It is all one to breathe one’s last
A lad or an old man bypast,
But not the same to die a lion
Or a poor dog chained fast.

What if you fight in the first line,
What if by great exploits you shine?
A grumbler cannot better be
Than those who fear to fight and flee!
To murmur is to have no spine
And make a bootless plea!

Like dead men, cowards will keep still!
The living – let them laugh at will!
The really good ones laugh and die.
Hold, therefore, heroes, your brows high
And let your lusty cheering fill
All hell and earth and sky!

Blood may in floods and torrents flow,
The arm assail with spear and blow,
When the fierce enemies are dead!
Well, you may think yourself Godhead,
When you but laugh at what the foe
Does more than all else dread.

They’re Romans, we know that. So what?
Where they not Romans but our god,
Zamolxes, with his creatures, still
We would, sure, ask them what they will –
They won’t get of our land a jot:
They have their skies to fill!

Now, men, to sword and shield and horn!
‘Twas bad enough that we were born;
But he is free to go whose fright
Makes him too dastardly to fight,
And if there is someone foresworn,
Let him avoid our sight!

What I have told you is enow!
You swore on shields your oath of love
For Dacia! Might resides in you
And in the gods! But, heroes, know
That they, the gods, are far above,
Our foes – at a stone’s throw!”

– by George Cosbuc

To the sons of Europe

It is time to drop all that talking and do some working.

Europe, our fatherland, is under siege from all sides. The light which once burned so bright is about to be extinguished. The only high culture that ever existed is about to be destroyed. The people which gave the world civilisation are becoming the global scapegoats.

The pillar of society, the family, is destroyed through social atomism, i.e. egocentrism. The lie becomes the truth. The ugly becomes the beautiful. The abnormal becomes the norm. The cowardice becomes a virtue. Women who want to be like men and men who are like women.

Extreme ignorance, unleashed materialism and organized deviancy are the reasons for our present spiritual oblivion.

Who’s fault is it?

Not the fault of those profiteers who are in control now, that’s for sure.

IT IS OUR FAULT FOR LETTING IT ALL HAPPEN !!!

If you are a true son of Europe, i.e. of europid stock, wherever you may dwell, if you still have honour and courage inside of you, if you still believe in beauty and truth, if you are still a man worth being called a man, then you cannot tolerate this state of affairs and you cannot and should not keep silent and stay still, while darkness rises.

What will you say to the women awaiting your protection?

What will you say to the children awaiting your protection?

What would you say to your forefathers who gave you something worth protecting?

That you are unable to keep the torch aflame? That you are a failure and a quitter?

Then, by all means, you are not a man.

Repeat after me, son of Euope:

“I AM THE BEARER OF A SACRED FIRE… I MUST KEEP THE TORCH AFLAME… I AM THE LAST IN A LINE… IF I FAIL, THEN ALL ELSE WILL HAVE FAILED BEFORE ME!”

And now, understand the meaning of this words and make them to your own personal vow.

Live by those words every second of every day and darkness shall not prevail.

It is your duty, son of Europe. It is your task, son of Europe.

IT IS WITHIN YOU AND IT IS YOU.

Arise and live not in shame!

Arise and break the shackles!

Arise and fight back!

Arise and the glory shall be thine!

Arise and all shall not have been in vain!

You are a creator and not a bystander, son of Europe.

You are a protector and not an employee, son of Europe.

You are a leader and not a slave, son of Europe.

You are a poet and not a consumer, son of Europe.

You are a warrior and not a coward, son of Europe.

And when the time has come, always remember:

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.”

It is up to you.

Hail!