Forwarded from Hyperborean Radio (The Final Episodes)
Hyperborean Beards and Braids
The most defining racial characteristic of Adult Male Hyperborean's are our thick manes. These Burly Bestial Manes marking our masculinity and maturity!
A most virulent insult for eons was to call another A Beardless Youth. So serious was this subject that duels and executions involved the touching or unjust shaving of a mans beard. Capitol punishment for men was to be forcibly shaved not executed forced to bear their shame upon their faces.
In Northern Europe lies the tradition (Celts etc) of Beard Braiding. Specifically the women of the tribe wives daughters grandchildren etc would braid the beards of their men, the intricacy of the braids indicating how much the man was respected and loved. Occasionally a man's mustache would be bleached/dyed for battle, in some tribes the beard might be shaved before battle but the mustache left long and proud!
How much respect are our men currently being shown?
Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)
The most defining racial characteristic of Adult Male Hyperborean's are our thick manes. These Burly Bestial Manes marking our masculinity and maturity!
A most virulent insult for eons was to call another A Beardless Youth. So serious was this subject that duels and executions involved the touching or unjust shaving of a mans beard. Capitol punishment for men was to be forcibly shaved not executed forced to bear their shame upon their faces.
In Northern Europe lies the tradition (Celts etc) of Beard Braiding. Specifically the women of the tribe wives daughters grandchildren etc would braid the beards of their men, the intricacy of the braids indicating how much the man was respected and loved. Occasionally a man's mustache would be bleached/dyed for battle, in some tribes the beard might be shaved before battle but the mustache left long and proud!
How much respect are our men currently being shown?
Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)
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Personally I don't know if Patriot Front is legit or whatever. But what I will say is showing up somewhere dressed as some sort of a military looking unit doesn't seem like a good idea. It seems like we would do much better assembling as huge communities of regular people. If hundreds of people from the community descended on that event in Idaho they probably would have got it shut down.
It doesn't look good when you have what looks like some rogue group that isn't part of the community. When the community itself stands against degeneracy and tyranny, it can be very effective.
Juts a thought.
It doesn't look good when you have what looks like some rogue group that isn't part of the community. When the community itself stands against degeneracy and tyranny, it can be very effective.
Juts a thought.
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Forwarded from Seth Dillon
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This is brilliant. With simple, dispassionate questions, Matt Walsh reveals that mere curiosity about the truth is enough to offend people who've built their careers and lifestyles on the back of its suppression.
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Damh The Bard - The Hills They Are Hollow
As I walk upon this green land,
This land that love,
I see figures of chalk,
Carved into the hillsides above.
Cerne Abbas a man so proud,
And the Long Man opens wide the gates of his world,
And invites you to step inside.
(Chorus)
And the hills they are hollow and home to the Fey,
Who dance on Midsummer's Eve,
Some people don't understand when I say,
These are the things I believe.
These are the tings I believe.
There is an old circle of stones,
That stands on the moor,
Every moss-covered face,
Tells the secrets of ancient lore.
The Tors stand as guardians,
Witnesses to the Rites of Nature's Gods,
Of Darkness and of Light.
Let's sing of the mystery,
Of Sacred Land,
See the shapes in the corn,
Made by invisible hands,
Secrets of the Pagan Ways,
Lie all around,
Written upon the Earth,
In rock and Sacred Mound!
As I walk upon this green land,
This land that love,
I see figures of chalk,
Carved into the hillsides above.
Cerne Abbas a man so proud,
And the Long Man opens wide the gates of his world,
And invites you to step inside.
(Chorus)
And the hills they are hollow and home to the Fey,
Who dance on Midsummer's Eve,
Some people don't understand when I say,
These are the things I believe.
These are the tings I believe.
There is an old circle of stones,
That stands on the moor,
Every moss-covered face,
Tells the secrets of ancient lore.
The Tors stand as guardians,
Witnesses to the Rites of Nature's Gods,
Of Darkness and of Light.
Let's sing of the mystery,
Of Sacred Land,
See the shapes in the corn,
Made by invisible hands,
Secrets of the Pagan Ways,
Lie all around,
Written upon the Earth,
In rock and Sacred Mound!
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