Paganism

Ancient European Tales

I know nowadays we’re all swarmed by all of those Disney movies, all of those fairytales you have to spend your money on for young daughters, sisters, relatives and so on. All girls want to be a princess. All of them want to find a beautiful Prince with a magical Kingdom and eternal love, from such a young age it makes you wonder if those girls really understand what it means to get married. They just have it in them, the feeling for the right one, for being a chosen girl. They aspire for it before any chances of feminism entering their pure minds. Ever wonder why?

Most people out there dress their girls in long, detailed dresses, they comb their hairs and make it in various styles, but the reason why is absolutely never ever mentioned. The whole reason why we prepare our girls for beauty and marriage, why they debut in society. According to modern day society, it’s because men have been oppressing women’s real desires and future, where they could be powerful and commanding. If it really were so, I wonder why we have the instinct of becoming princesses. I remember putting on dresses and trying to look the most beautiful I could as a clumsy child and I was marveled¬† by the whole concept when my mother told me what a princess meant. From then on, all I could ever think of was becoming a princess. I drew my perfect prince, I drew dresses and even castles, before actually seeing any movies or cartoons that pictured them. All I had as a child was my mother’s voice guiding me through with her stories and some small drawings in the background of the small books we had.

Where does this come from? The feeling that he, your prince, is coming to get you? The feeling you must become a princess and to get there you must first be the best. Beauty, intelligence, delicacy, handcrafting, good heart and motherhood (playing with baby dolls since we are babies ourselves) are all basic requirements we search to improve from our early years. We only ever lose it because society itself makes us. You first go to kindergarten and are treated the same as every boy. Then you progress in life and you are taught that there is no such things as being a princess, everyone has an equal role and perfection is just a far ideal that doesn’t exist and even if it did it wouldn’t be achievable.

You are now peeled from your chances of being feminine, since it lost its space to compete with man in “equality”, of your hopes of finding true love because it now seems as an “abstract concept out of reality”,¬† of your dream of becoming a princess, since it is something that puts women down and of your efforts of becoming better, since perfection doesn’t exist. Now you don’t work in order to get better anymore, you become used to yourself and your flaws, never pointing them out and never moving on, for we now have lost one of the most important concepts of the ancient world: Everything in your life is directly and entirely your fault. This is bad, this is really bad news for us.

Take the example of Hercules. He was tricked with Hera’s magic to murder his own family. Most of us would think “Oh, but it was not his fault, why would he have to be punished?”. Even though, he went through all of the worst the human mind could think of to get his punishment and purification. The action on his hands were only his. There is no such thing as “society made him/her do it”, “society made him/her weak”. YOU are weak and YOU make your mistakes on your own account. This is only a parenthesis I added so we could move on with the main subject. We can’t go on discussing if we outright assume women as victims. There is no victim. The world is an eternal cycle of taking and being taken. Of course, it wasn’t that dark for women, once they were really protected by their man. I will not linger in this because there are many articles that can be found on the real role of women in the ancient world.

To understand better how we are attracted to those fairytales from such an early age and just so you get a picture of how embed it actually is inside us, girls, I will give you one good example: The beauty and the Beast. It’s by far one of my favorite stories ever. The story is about a girl who has a poor father and one day she goes to a castle only to find a bear-like creature (note that this is very important). She gets trapped with him, against her will at first, but gradually learns to love him and finds out he was a handsome man who only needed love to be released from a horrible curse cast upon him by a witch. He is actually a prince.

This story comes from two other stories that are very similar to each other. One is Valemon, the White Bear King and the other is East of the Sun West of the Moon. I have already mentioned Valemon in here before, because one of Th. Kittelsen’s work is about that tale.

White Bear King Valemon

White Bear King Valemon

East of The Sun West of the Moon is about a girl from a poor household. One day, a White Bear goes to her door and tells her father if he can marry his most beautiful daughter, he’ll make him as rich as rich gets. She instantly refuses marrying an unknown beast, but her father gets to convince her and so she leaves with the bear.

Rest of the story goes pretty much like Beauty and the Beast in the sense that she gradually falls in love with him. In their story, though, she is not to see his face (he assumes a man form every night to lay with her) but her mother makes her see him. He then has to leave to his stepmother’s castle which is East of the Sun and West of the Moon and marry a troll princess there. She searches for this castle high and low, until she finds him and they find a way to trick the trolls and stay together, freeing him from the curse.

East of The Sun West of The Moon by Kay Nielsen

East of The Sun West of The Moon by Kay Nielsen

(This also reminds me of the whole concept of love they had which transcends their own bodies, as the story of Aengus, but this is for another time.)

You don’t have to be a genius to connect all of this to the Bear Cult. Not only do we have the Bear Cult involved in a warrior’s strength (Berserk), the whole reborn of children and a vast extent of mythology all around Europe, but also in a girls development in original Europe. The image of the man-beast is related to the bear. He is only able to be with her once he passes through that phase. Both of them have tasks and are being tested. If they fail, he can’t become a man and she can’t become a princess.

This was not something we have to be taught to like. We are only told those stories. Whether we like them or not it’s up to us. If you come to think of it, why would girls love a story that talks about a man-beast, a bear, if it was not embed to them? Those all may have been ripped off of us throughout the ages, but we still instinctively love those stories. We tell them to our children, we like them ourselves as children. We watch the movies, we use the dresses, we are always practicing an ancestral cult and we’re not even aware of it. We may have the mainstream knowledge of Samhain, Yule, Lvpercalia and so on, but are we seriously aware of how many small details pass us by? Of course, you can say those stories were collected by the 1800’s, but for how long have they been told from mother to daughter before that? As far as we’re concerned, the Bear Cult comes from Neanderthals.

Do you get what it actually means? It’s as awesome as meaning that Neanderthal culture lives up to this day. It may have been stepped upon by ages and envious aliens to the European culture, but it never ceased inside us. We never really left our roots. It just depends on people going out and telling the truth. Every time you see your daughter saying she is a “princess”, she actually is and you should let her be! All girls have equal chances to be the chosen princess if they are taught to always seek for the best of themselves. We should be taught graces and not shame. You are only to me ashamed of who you are if you do not seek out for the best of it. This is what kills us little by little. This is what takes the Golden Light away from us, each and every time womanhood is despised.

What liberty have we got now? The liberty of being told what we have to be and think? The liberty of not being able to find our paths and being takes one by one into the Misery Inc. society is now? I would rather a thousand times being a princess in the woods. At least she had a use before, and it was to save her prince as much as he saved her. He would be forever trapped in that form with the troll had she not had the strength to fight for them. Was it their fault? It wasn’t. Does someone care about injustice? No. They just got up and fought. That’s all you can do against this world. If one does not want to fight, let them perish. This is the ultimatum of nature, of life itself.

“We are as linked to the soil as the soil is linked to our souls. We run and fight, but the wave brings our ships back home.”

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The One Who Walks on Fire

The old world had the first religions. The first religions had the first gods. The first gods were the strongest souls sent by the Unknown One, or The True God. The wandering soul, of eternal and unimaginable power and wisdom. The One represents the light, as seen by the Persians in the Avesta and in the European paganism as the Light Gods. The one who fights death and impurity of both body and soul. In the Persian Avesta, you can see his presence directly linked to light and fire, as spoken by Zoroaster, and indirectly in the Indo-European paganism with the fire rituals that were used for cleansing the spirit.

This spirit of perfection and unreachable to our material body cannot make contact with the imperfection of material. He sent us the Gods because they were the nearest piece of him he could send. Those were the gods who represented the way our perfect spirits kept themselves untouched by the filth of the material devils. They represent qualities inherent to our souls, such as Freyja represents our femininity, the dearest care, the force of life in both animals and plants. All of those qualities which were brought with us when we parted ways from the Original One. Our gods are channels to reach our original form, the eternal form. The gods themselves are spirits just like us, but they weren’t trapped in matter.

Why, then are we decayed, if we come from perfection and shoulder our gods?

It happened because the longer we stay here, the more our souls will get strong or decay. Some of us got stronger and are nearer and nearer to the gods, whilst some of us decayed and they are being consumed by the material devils. Your soul depends on your descendents to survive. If your deeds are noble in core, you honor your ancestors, whose souls you carry. If your children themselves do not do this, your own soul will decay and be trapped in disgrace. This is the reason why dishonoring the name of your house is the worst shame you could have.

In order to stop decaying, we must get rid of the physical and material and see only with our instincts, for they are the only real things which connect us to the gods. This is what made our ancestors see the gods so clearly and even point out the physical locations where they were: They were nearer to the gods than we ever were, but maybe not than we will ever be. We still have the chance to change it if we look inside.

Does our physical body not matter anymore?

Yes, it does. Your physical body is what allows you to reach other spirits. Your spirit lives in there, and so will the spirits of your children, for they inherit your body as well as your soul. Your body is the armor protecting you from the impurity that surrounds us. Keep it clean, do not let it be gone. Your body represents all of your ancestors, all of your people’s History. Stain it once and it will take millennia to recover. Each people have their own origins in body and soul and we cannot speak for other’s origins, but I will say what I know for the Europeans and Aryans: Our light and dark have close connection, much like the Egyptians and Hindus. What happened is our souls went different ways, just like our bodies, and we have to fight to keep what we have in honor to our common ancestors. Sadly, the Egyptians and Aryans fell. Aryans fell when Persia lost their tradition of Avesta and the house of Achaemenes was no longer one of light and fire. Egyptians fell when they no longer knew the importance of their bodies and souls, but only that of the gold when its reflex blinded them.

Study your own soul is not merely looking inside yourself, but it means being able to look inside each and every one of your ancestors. Who were they and where are they? Do you know which one of them gave you your soul? Can you feel and love them as members of your family?

Is the distance between us and the gods something we can overcome or are we forever trapped in fear and decay?

We can overcome this decay, as long as we realize the fact that the times is driving us. When you are born, your connection was recently established with the matter surrounding you, it’s the strongest connection you’ll have with it in your life, but it’s also the one in which you know less about yourself, so you can’t be corrupted yet. As we grow, this connections isn’t as strong, as years only weaken the connection of our soul to our material self, but our soul is more corruptible because we now know ourselves. You know both light and darkness inside you. Light is that of fire and hardship, that of cleansing. Dark is that of sliding through things and venom , the twisted and easy one. You have all of our gods: The femininity, wisdom, strength, intelligence, purity, happiness, hard-work etc; each and every one of them is a little piece of the light in your path; each one you fail is a piece of you that dies out.

Follow the words of our gods before they die in this filthy world. It has weakened them. We can only start living by them again and wait until the old ones are gone and wait for the return of Baldr, when light will come and all of our goodness and effort is renewed and strengthened. We ourselves only die when we let the evil spirits of matter consume us. We do not need that. If you can, just like me, sense the end is near, you can also sense that light is coming. There is a new future which will set this world ablaze.

Falling in the Mainstream

So, as a modern girl, I obviously do search (more like stalk, because I don’t make contact with anyone) communities. Nowadays, we have a lot of communities pointed towards traditionalism and paganism. Which should be good. Well, at least, it should.

The problem with falling in the mainstream is not that we want to be “underground” or “hipsters” or whatever word you use for those retards who want to be thought of as “cool“. The problem here is that we are dealing with ideas and ideals, which have a reputation depending on its participants.

No matter how much you say “oh, but just a few of them are dumb, the true Traditionalists…” and proceed to the True Scots fallacy. If lower people adhere to a movement, the movement itself becomes lower. This is all the reason why I think we should allow our names just anywhere. Once those idiots think they know something about anything, they will start talking about it and pretending they are actually engaged to it. For us, who really do have our whole minds and hearts taken into Traditionalism, it’s easy to spot one of those; but for anyone else outside of it, it will make the WHOLE of us look ill.

There must be plenty of Muslims out there with good intentions. Does knowing this make you feel less tense when there is one of them on a plane? No, it does not. Now you just compare how many of them are out there and how many of them are actual terrorists.

Then, there is the selection part. Even if –and I said IF– those people don’t manage to ruin our outside image, they will still try to enter the inner layers of the cause, the intellectual circle and the active circle. At that moment, two things can happen: a. They manage to start learning something; b. They do not learn anything and keep being ignorant, which will lead to them being expelled from any kinds of groups related to Traditionalism and later attempts to “revenge”.

What made me realize that was the huge amounts of supposed “fan groups” dedicated to Varg Vikernes. Thank Wotan I got to know about Varg, Marie and their thoughts before that, because otherwise I would think Varg was a church-burning crazy bag –and not one of the intelligent ones.
Can you see how it can have a bad effect? Varg is brilliant in his teachings, but the wrong people spreading his name and even his image can get twisted.

I do believe it is necessary that some people get exposed out there to act as mentors and propaganda to instigate people, make them read, make them learn. We can’t filter who sees us and what they will see us as, but we can try to filter our image out there.

Make sure to undo any misconceptions you see about us ANYWHERE. I don’t mean just the internet. I mean your family, your friends and anyone surrounding you. Show a good argument and they won’t be able to resist repeating your intelligent and remarkable words as their opinion when some misconception about us comes up near them.

People mirror attitudes they think of as strong and intelligent. Show yourself as a well-organized person and have a good posture when you talk. This is the basics for anyone who ever thinks of taking up on any political ideals.

Remember: You take care of your soul, body and mind. All three of them.

HailaR Freyja

Being a Woman

Let us discuss the Christian view of a woman: the useless, the meaningless, the being that is worth no more than a horse. What living human on earth could possibly be fine with that? With knowing that the ones who suffer most with wars are women and horses? With knowing that being sexually abused is considered our fault, because we dress provocatively, walk provocatively or even have provocative eyes -things men use to blame us for their uncontrollable corruptness.

These men I talk about are, of course, the men who follow Abrahamic religions. The man who trades women like coins, who uses them as sex slaves, who sees them as good for no more than bearing his male children, who carry his name. This man sees honour only in himself, not in his family. His family is meant to bow for him. The women have to obey him no matter what, because that’s what they’re born for. His male children must carry on his legacy, growing up to know women mean less than men.

 

There is, though, another type of man: the pagan man. The pagan man believed the world was both a man and a woman. He believed the world was a balance, a family of deities, each carrying their own tasks, tasks only they could fulfill. There were the female deities. Deities that represented not only fertility or motherhood, but bravery and fight. Deities that were not only behind male deities, but stood beside them. Deities that gave them wisdom, council and could foresee their future. These female deities represented everything women meant to men. Everything a woman personificates to a man was in those female deities. The strength, the tenderness, the care and the struggle.

 

 

Brunhilde and Siegfried

Brunhilde and Siegfried

 

In pagan societies, men were also the ones to deal with the army and fighting, whereas women could not enter it most of the time. The reason for this is different from the Abrahamic one. Supposing all men die in war or hunting, who is going to lead the tribe on? Who can deal with the small children, can find food with less risks and knows about medicinal plants? Women could. A man can fertilize many women, but a woman can only have one child every nine months, and to every child she has to take about a year of care before she can safely give birth again. Who is more valuable, from the tribe’s point of view? Women were. This did not mean women were always forbidden to enter the army or going hunting, but this was an exception, for most women knew they had to save themselves for a greater good. They knew how to fight and hunt, because they were taught to, but they had another task only they could accomplish.

Today it is hard to differ a woman from a man, but this is because our women forgot who they are. They are not the Abrahamic slave. They are the pagan warrior. The ones who could gently care a child and bravely hold a sword. I have struggled with this for many years too, but now I remembered. I don’t need to choose between being strong or being a woman. I have to be strong in order to call myself a woman. I know my place and that does not mean I am submissive, that means I am irreplaceable.