Do not despair. The strength of our ancestors runs through the veins of
all our people. Pagans are on the rise again as strength is required in
these times. I have said before and I will say again. I prophesize the
current situation of our people will not end until blood runs like
rivers. Our kindness though a strength is our weakness however that time
will pass. At the moment our people resist the urge to strike at these
invaders who have been invited into our homes by our weak and gullible
leaders who through FEAR and greed allow the molestation of our people.
We as a people resist standing up or fighting back not through fear of
the enemy but fear of ourselves. The stakes have become so steep that
once we go to war as a people we will not be able to stop ourselves
until the enemy is not only driven from our lands but the lands they
once called home. Remember the Mongol invasion of the Middle East? Well
my families oral history tells of the Northern tribes of men joining the
Horsemen of the East and marching through the seas of sand and fire to
exterminate these animals in the shape of men, pushing them back even
beyond their own lands to be devoured by the men of night. The enemy was
among us once before invited through deceit; for their wisdom but
mainly their gold. We drove them out of our lands and beyond their own.
Killing every living thing on the way, destroying their cities and their
homes, we took nothing and to the dead we left their gold and furs and
cloth.
This is why our people neglect action. It is not through weakness but
fear. The histories may have been forgotten but we still remember. This
fear is a fear of ourselves a fear that our brother the god of war will
once again truly walk beside us and we will love him for it. We fear we
will not only love him but relish his presence and not be able to stop
until all wrongs perceived or real is eliminated from the world. That my
friend would drown the world in blood. We remember though we may not
know it and Ragnarok as the men of Odin call it is upon us once more.
All is not lost and the world turns on us because they know our true
strength and rightly fear it. The gods are returning and our people both
fear and welcome their return. Take heart; our people are not weak;
this time is but a time of rebirth and we are now in labor with the
pains of that birthing. The language of our past may die but the heart
shall continue.
Have you never wondered why if artisans and bardic abilities and
farming and reverence of nature are so highly valued among Celtic,
Germanic and our brothers the men of the Northern ice fields, why then
were the warriors and the berserkers, blades of the gods, the breakers
of men were so highly treasured? Did you think it was the ability of
these men to cow and dominate their own people? No these people were an
expression of the gods and in times of need were granted the abilities
to preserve our people not superficial ideologies. This is why
the Romans were allowed to test us. This is why Christianity was allowed
to flourish. These things were done by our own people. In turn now that
the gods are required this is why Christianity and the worship of a
false god is dying, This is why the sons and daughters of true men and
women are returning to the old faith, we can feel
it.
Need proof? Tommy Robinson when giving the speech at speakers square in
lieu of Sellner was attacked by 7 people and held his own. HE walked
away. When that guy in NY defended his girl from 4 Muslims THEY went to
the hospital severely beaten. In Australia a single man defending his
wife on the beach beat several African Muslims nearly killing at least
one. These displays of strength and courage were accomplished using
nothing but bare hands and some of the enemies were armed giving them no
advantage to the righteous savagery unleashed upon them by single
members of our people. How many more of these stories have we not heard?
Lets not forget the father who went to rescue his daughter and not only
beat a house full of these animals but killed one and he used nothing
but a knife. He was an old man. How long can the wall of ''civilization'
hold back the tide of our peoples righteous indignation? The illusion
is crumbling my friend and we once again will stand
tall.
May you walk with strength, retain the courage to speak and gain in
wisdom of the heart of our
people.
