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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.

The women’s emancipation issue

Let’s start our “thoughts juggling” with this: if I would pinch a woman’s buttocks and she would turn around and slap me, does that mean she fights for her rights? I would say that it is so.
But if a woman pinched my buttocks and I would turn around and hit her, what would that be? Fighting for my rights, or violence towards women?

What I dislike most is this endless talk about the percentage of women in executive positions lately. What is that all about? You know: crap like the statutory requirement of 30% (sometimes I heard about 40%) women in the supervisory boards and such. Interestigly enough, there’s never such an idea concerning assembly lines, or construction works. How come and why not?

I am an admirer of the womanhood, but achievement should be rewarded based on personal capabilities. Otherwise such “anti-discrimination” laws and regulations become actually antisocial, for they favor individuals based simply on affiliation to a specific sex.
More than that: when we start talking about legally regulated proportions and percentages, in correlation with women’s emancipation, or any other kind of emancipation for that matter, well then you can screw the emancipation part, if you ask me.

Same rights should mean same reward, for same achievement, and NO privileges!

Well, to get that reward you sometimes must suffer, get your ass kicked and so on. If you, as an “emancipated” woman, start bitching about that and demanding preferential treatment, than you’re not emancipated, my dear.

How should I feel, as a man, in an company which has 10% women employees and MUST have 40% women in the supervisory board, i.e. almost half of the total women employees? I’d feel underrepresented!

How should a really emancipated woman feel, achieving all through her own capabilities, being thrown in the same basket as those “percentage” females? Betrayed by her own sex.

What about private enterprise? It is my concern whom I employ and for what reasons, ’cause it’s MY company, MY property… MY fuckin’ business!

And I can’t see nothing good in being governed, administrated, conducted and shepherded in any way by an uncapable woman, instead of an uncapable man. Could you point out the difference?

I mean, if you ask for “equal” treatment, which would be in detriment to men in this case, by enforcing a percentage, how can that be equal treatment in the first place? It is preferential treatment, what these women want, and nothing else.

Preferential treatment means unequity. Why would anyone go for that?

And how can I treat equally, i.e. in absolutely the same manner, such a frail being as a woman anyway? Men are rough. I cannot treat a woman as rough as I treat a man. And if I still do it, all say it’s unfair. If I don’t, then I treat them unequally, which makes me the boogeyman any way I turn it.

Men and women should not be seen as equals in the first place, but as complementary beings, each having its privileges and obligations and that is how nature wanted it to be from the start.

We could extend this topic to all those minorities protected by anti-discrimination laws, about their proportions and percentages, but I’m sure there will be enough of those, who didn’t call me sexist by now, to go on calling me racist, xenophobe and what not. Maybe some other time…

Majority rules!

I heard something on the radio this morning, while driving, which infuriated me…

Majority rules… A mighty fine concept, ain’t it?

Why?

What makes it so?

What makes majority capable of anything?

Sheer numbers?

It really doesn’t matter which group you join (left, right… in between), because you’ll find everywhere a majority violently opposed to anything “disturbing their circles”, to anything different, to any other way of looking at things, but their own ignorant way.

And of course those majorities are afraid, when ALL that ever meant value was the work of individuals, not the masses.

So why should the majority rule?

The modern history’s systems needed and need the stupid majority, the submediocre masses, to sustain themselves, the only capability of the mentioned systems being that of manipulating the mentioned masses, which isn’t that hard to do. Give them illusions of importance and those imbeciles will march headlong into every direction they’re pointed towards. Give them the illusion that everybody is a big shot and everything is a big deal and they’ll be satisfied. Give them illusions of freedom and a comfortable life, where you must not think too much or too hard, and you got them on the hook. And then give them supposed enemies to this state of affairs and they’ll rend them apart, in the wink of an eye. Well, nobody wants you to think anyway…

So, we should assume that this mindless pack is capable of understanding political ideologies, in order to vote and work for the best of us all? How laughable is that? Most of the rabble can’t even read and write properly, not to mention their intelligence quotient level.

If the tyranny of the few is bad, that don’t make the tyranny of the masses better (’cause that’s what the modern system as we know it really is: tyranny of the masses). No option favors individuality.

It’s clear to anybody, with an IQ bigger than their shoe size, why no political system in the modern history favored individuality: individuality is deranging and dangerous!

Oh, so you consider yourself to be an individual, ‘cause you protest and go on the streets, and support the liberties of gay pigeons, and fight for the freedom of suppressed tomatoes, and all that stuff? Or because you believe age old stupidities about class warfare or about Aryan supremacy (or whatever), and think you’re packing the world by the balls? Well done, moron. That only goes to show what a docile sheep you really are. You go with the crowd. You are a part of the crowd. You have no fuckin’ idea what individuality means, sucker! And fuck your stupid morals, and ethics, and dogmas too when we’re at it. You can’t be free if you are guided in life by such bullshit. You’re not sophisticated, honey! You’re dumb!

Freedom, my retarded chum, is something that cannot be legislated, or subjugated by and through man-made laws and rules. So stop shouting about freedom and rights and shit, ‘cause I hate the noise you produce and I might just turn around and punch you in your stupid face. Why? Because I can and because you shouting makes me deaf, and because I love my freedom of hearing what I want to hear and not the idiocies you shout.
And because your freedom got too close to mine and I don’t like that. So, back off, motherfucker!

How about meritocracy, when we’re at it? A system in which the talented are chosen and moved ahead on the basis of their achievement. How about that? That would be fair and equitable!

Judging by the way thing were and still are, it couldn’t be any worse, if we implemented meritocracy. Well, maybe for you it can be worse, but I don’t like you and I don’t care about you, or about what you want, or about your miserable little life.

I bet you don’t want that, because deep inside of you there is nothing of value, and you know that, even if only unconsciously, instinctively.

I’m sure you don’t want something like meritocracy to occur, but if that’s so and this system is the only one that supports your survival, you unfit worthless scum, than live with it, ‘cause you are not intelligent enough to even understand it, much less change it.

So, fuck the left-wingers, fuck the right-wingers, fucks those in between and fuck you too! Alright?

Being a pagan

I proclaim: the modern pagans/heathens are ridiculous. At best.

What you can find, amongst them, are usually hippies, nazis, or just plain lunatics. Very little else.

All of those nutcases I mentioned above are just the products of modernity, having nothing whatsoever to do with that which may be called pagan/heathen, i.e. the pre-christian european heritage. I don’t really like those terms – pagan, heathen, etc. –  (or any regarding this topic), but lacking others I’ll go along with them.

Maybe “wayfarer” would be more appropriate, but I will not impose it on anybody.

First of all I’ll use a platitude: you don’t choose paganism; it chooses you.

Assuming you’re a sane person, you’ll feel paganism choosing you. At first on a simple basis, i.e. rebellion against modern values and standards, but don’t hurry, ’cause that’s not all. Later on a more complex basis, which leads to years of searching, reading and experiencing. Aftewards there is a period of understanding what you’ve experienced until now.To make it clearer: it takes fuckin’ time. So it is not at all something like “Alright. Fuck all. I’m a pagan now.”. It is the impulse to follow a less travelled road, a hard road, a long winding road. Without walking it, you’re just a poser and a clown. That is why I laugh at youngsters calling themselves pagans, or at middle age morons hugging trees, casting spells and getting a hard-on with tarot cards. Or at those poor bastards posting pics (on blogs and such) of horned vikings, northern gods, etc., alongside pics of Hitler and what not.

Not following that long, hard road I mentioned above is tipical of the modern man, always in a hurry, having no time for the truly important and resorting on prefabricated labels to give him/her the sense of some importance, because he/she knows damn well what a sorry ass he/she really is.

Second: you cannot be a towner and a pagan at the same time.

Which does not mean that simply moving to the country will change anything. It is the towner mentality that gets in the way of reaching any understanding of the topic I talk about here. It is that herd mentality of the towner one must first not have, or work hard at losing it, to actually get anywhere. For anyone understanding the rural and the pagan, this issue is clear.

I know a lot of “pagan” towners living in the country. Some famous (what a load of crap), others less and most unknown to the masses. No matter how hard they all try, it changes nothing. The path chosen is simply a wrong one.

Third: hippies.

Hedonism is what they embrace, besides simplistic environmentalism and other such delusions. They think, typical for the bourgeoisie and the proletarian, that by taking a stand one can change the course of history and of nature. They’re products of the modernity, as I’ve stated before, so there’s no wonder as to what cretinisms they believe in.

And apart from thinking “change” (what? where? when? how?), they only got time to think “fornication” and “consciusness extension” (drug use). All of that under the veil of “paganism”, because simply “hippy scum” isn’t kinky enough, I suppose.

Fourth: nazis.

Product of the same modernism and the same lowest form of life, i.e. the modern man, as the hippies, they misuse more ostentatiously the simplest images of paganism, because, as the hippies, they cannot understand the complexity of it all and because it seems to aid their idiotical dogma. All of that under the veil of “paganism”, because simply “nazi scum” isn’t manly enough, I suppose.

I won’t name anyone, but you know who hey are. Unlike the hippies, who at times actually “go out there”, nazis dwell mostly infront of their computers.

The assumptions and the insults about how “nazis have small cocks” and how “they’re latently gay” suddenly start to sound like truths, so I won’t spend any more time on them.

Fifth: lunatics.

Beware of such folks! Call the “long armed shirts” guys to pick them up.

Sixth: academics.

Oh, yes. The academics are also into paganism, sporadically. And they can write huge books, hold speeches for hours and lose themselves in erudite quotes and phrases, until you could puke, but coming no step closer than their less educated commrades, pointed at above, to what “paganism” is actually all about.

Probably because reading alone does not suffice.

Seventh: reenactment.

If done for sports and for learning or teaching something, that’s OK and it should be done more often. But those fairs and festivals of retarded stereotypy and/or that LARP stuff… If you really wanna display your puerility, just go ahead, but dammit… don’t… you know.

If done for fun, it ain’t that bad. Just when you start generalizing your ignorance and thinking that’s the real deal, it becomes stupid.

Eighth: Men of War.

Listening to Manowar and blabbering about “gloriously dying in battle” is a sure sign of you not being even close to a warrior or a hero and it is another sure signs of being a stupid fuck with no balls and even less brains. Those are the first to run, in a real battle situation, or to cry for their mothers, with pants wet and stinky.

I despise people reducing paganism/heathenism to only the topic of warriors. To those people I can say only this: there cannot be only chiefs and no indians. So, bugger off!

Now, if not sooner, you just might think this guy here is a real know-it-all. And I sure sound like one, I’ll admit that.

Actually, that’s only my experience talking there. Yours may be different and that’s good.

I know about what I worte first hand: I was, more or less and at one point or another, all of those types I mentioned before. It is, as I’ve said, a long and hard road, with obstacles and dead ends, with right and wrong, with… everything. And that’s good too. That’s how one learns best.

And I hope I’ve learned something, if not a lot.

Paganism is a way of living and of understanding the living world and the Whole, without prefabricated labels and opinions. It means resonating to an all-encompassing truth and wisdom. It means trying to comprehend it. And it means living in accordance with it, nevermind what the momentary values and precepts are. It means surrendering to and understanding the eternal. It means admitting you know nothing and that it will probably always stay that way.

To me, at least. Don’t know about you.

There are enough prophets out there, who know everything. I know little, if anything, so don’t listen to me, folks.

Now? I returned to the area and the mentality I know best: the rural one. I was born and I grew up in a village, I’ll grow old and die in a village. I was long enough a towner, even though never in my heart. No more.

Found a house, at the edge of an algovian village, took my wife and mother (we take care of our old) with me, we plant what we can, we got ten hens and a rooster, a dog and a cat may follow… and it’s a start. The beginning of a new chapter. A new step on that old way forward.

But that is only my way. Which way is yours?

 

 

NOTE: I know “pagan” ended up meaning mostly wiccan-hippy bullshit, while “heathen” ended up meaning mostly nazi-fascist bullshit, but I don’t really care. This is not a blog for those drama queens anyway.

Enemy within my head

I was thinking about “being concerned” lately. Funny thing to think about, I know, but still…

Everybody’s concerned about something, nowadays: environment, terrorism, emancipation, world peace, pestilence, famine, slaughter, disease, death and … penis length. Each person is entitled to its own freedom of thought and concern, of course, but this is becoming ridiculous.

There comes a rock star, reminding us of starving kids in Africa, and we all go ape at big fuckin’ concerts, screaming our heads off and feeling better afterwards, ’cause we kinda pretended we kinda did something to make the world a better place. Bollocks!

Or maybe there’s movies to be seen, featuring well known politicians and prophets, about the end of the world as we know it, where we go, buy tickets, watch and aftewards think we learned something, from this old warmed up soup we were served in the theaters. Bollocks to that too!

Don’t forget to “Free Tibet”, man, ’cause this Dalai Lama dude is such a nice guy!

Oh, those muslims that wanna destroy the western civilization, destroy plasma TVs, iPods, 250 HP sport cars and all the shit that makes our life easier. Goddammit! We ought to bomb those sons of bitches!

When I was a kid, my grandmother used to say that if I don’t behave, the gypsies are gonna take me and I was scared shitless. But you know what? I grew up…

It was easier in the old days, I guess. There were barbarian hordes threatening our peace, or some foreign kingdom wanting a piece of ours, or the communists later on in the hystory. Now? Things are more “complicated”, since the alleged enemy isn’t that easy to point at. So we invent enemies.

Every modern political system needs enemies, so it can justify and sustain itself, in the eyes of the people it governs. Why is that? Because on itself, the system is emptied of anything sacred and superhuman. That’s why it cannot justify its own existence, except as the shepherd and the protector of the “scared fuckin’ rabbits”. And it uses fear, because a scared crowd is easier to manipulate.

Yes: a crowd. The lowest form of life there is.

And not only that: the masters of puppets give us things! A wicked method, but an effective one. The hystory taught them that violent enslaving isn’t productive enough.

We work, we get paid. We get paid, we buy stuff (mostly shit we don’t need). We own stuff (to be exact: the stuff we bought owns us!) and we don’t wanna lose that, so we cage ourselves willingly and everyone said to want a piece of what we own is the fuckin’ enemy. It’s really that simple.

See how people go on holidays and then mindlessly and dutifully return to the “cotton plantation”? Now that’s what I call a well done brainwash!

Not to forget those bad, bad, bad disease bringing germs and viruses, floating in the air, the genetically changed food we eat, the melting ice of the poles and stuff. And, if that’s not enough, we still have to worry about our noses being crooked, tits flat and cocks small.

It’s all about the fear, really. Fear is the ultimate monkey, fear is the key to keeping people docile, fear is what makes us do abominable things. He who invents and implements fear, controls the masses!

The point is: there are no enemies and there are no threats out there. We only gotta look in the mirror, in order to see the real enemy and the real threat! We enslave ourselves, we destroy ourselves!

The real enemy is within MY head! But this is old news, anyway…

Spiritual leprosy

“As for mediocrity, it rises like an insidious poison in those peoples who have received educations but not goals and ideals. It is the spiritual leprosy of our time. Nobody believes anything; everyone is afraid to be duped. The democratic state gives no one a mission. It gives nothing but a hollow voice, a freedom without content, without face, which we squander in seedy pleasures. Everyone is chained by his own selfishness. Everyone is disgusted to see his own image, and that of his shabby happiness, in his neighbor. And they hate these mirrors of their misery.” – Maurice Bardèche