Forwarded from GeeDunk Nautica
“The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
Lay dead like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.”
-Rime of the Ancient Mariner
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
Lay dead like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.”
-Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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Forwarded from Hyperborean Radio (The Final Episodes)
The purpose given to every Heathens life is to inspire future generations to further greatness which far exceeds our own, by being great ourselves we constantly prove the impossible quite possible indeed.
Hyperborean Radio (uncensored)
Hyperborean Radio (uncensored)
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Having spent quite some time overseas, I observed several noticeable cultural differences in the countries I visited in comparison to our own in the US.
1. People live to 90+, ride bicycles, and run marathons in some countries.
(Staying active prolongs life expectancy.)
2. Fruit and vegetables going bad after several days, not weeks.
(Homegrown and natural grown should be our model for health and wellness.)
3. Families living together, with the elderly staying until passing from this life, children not leaving in search of greener pastures and/or being kicked out at 18.
(We Hyperboreans used to have large households (7+ children) up until the prohibition era. It is only in the modern era that they are seen as a hindrance and burden.)
1. People live to 90+, ride bicycles, and run marathons in some countries.
(Staying active prolongs life expectancy.)
2. Fruit and vegetables going bad after several days, not weeks.
(Homegrown and natural grown should be our model for health and wellness.)
3. Families living together, with the elderly staying until passing from this life, children not leaving in search of greener pastures and/or being kicked out at 18.
(We Hyperboreans used to have large households (7+ children) up until the prohibition era. It is only in the modern era that they are seen as a hindrance and burden.)
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The last point is especially heartbreaking, and we can get back to that familial way of life with time.
It is also a key area why we are largely fragmented as a people.
I am trying my utter most to get back to that which we had.
Large families which foster healthy homogeneous community leads to strong society because of the shared biospirit within.
I have told my children that they are always welcome in my household anytime and hope they stay until my passing.
All I ask is that they be part of it and contribute to our well-being to the best of their ability.
My life’s mission is to leave them better set up for success, more self-reliant and self-sufficient than I.
I encourage everyone reading to strive for the same.
Families that stay together… STAY together.
It is also a key area why we are largely fragmented as a people.
I am trying my utter most to get back to that which we had.
Large families which foster healthy homogeneous community leads to strong society because of the shared biospirit within.
I have told my children that they are always welcome in my household anytime and hope they stay until my passing.
All I ask is that they be part of it and contribute to our well-being to the best of their ability.
My life’s mission is to leave them better set up for success, more self-reliant and self-sufficient than I.
I encourage everyone reading to strive for the same.
Families that stay together… STAY together.
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Forwarded from The American Spirit
Remember Men, the young learn by watching and doing what you do. Be the man you want your son to become.
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Forwarded from Hyperborean Radio (The Final Episodes)
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You can get this or one of our other designs or products here at
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Get our latest design today!
Worship the Old Gods:
The Old Gods call to us all, show your Heathen Pride! With this shirt and proclaim yourself a proud practitioner of Ethnic Faith!
We chose this shirt made using 100% soft natural cotton perfect for your health and comfort just as The Old Gods would desire.
You can get this or one of our other designs or products here at
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Forwarded from BC Neanderthal Mindset
April in Ireland
She hath a woven garland all of the sighing sedge,
And all her flowers are snowdrops grown on the winter’s edge:
The golden looms of Tir na n’Og wove all the winter through
Her gown of mist and raindrops shot with cloudy blue.
Sunlight she holds in one hand, and rain she scatters after,
And through the rainy twilight we hear her fitful laughter.
She shakes down on her flowers the snows less white than they,
Then quickens with her kisses the folded “knots o’ May.”
She seeks the summer-lover that never shall be hers,
Fain for gold leaves of autumn she passes by the furze,
Though buried gold it hideth : she scorns her sedgy crown,
And pressing blindly sunwards she treads her snowdrops down.
Her gifts are all a fardel of wayward smiles and tears,
Yet hope she also holders, this daughter of the years—
A hope that blossoms faintly set upon sorrow’s edge :
She hath a woven garland all of the sighing sedge.
She hath a woven garland all of the sighing sedge,
And all her flowers are snowdrops grown on the winter’s edge:
The golden looms of Tir na n’Og wove all the winter through
Her gown of mist and raindrops shot with cloudy blue.
Sunlight she holds in one hand, and rain she scatters after,
And through the rainy twilight we hear her fitful laughter.
She shakes down on her flowers the snows less white than they,
Then quickens with her kisses the folded “knots o’ May.”
She seeks the summer-lover that never shall be hers,
Fain for gold leaves of autumn she passes by the furze,
Though buried gold it hideth : she scorns her sedgy crown,
And pressing blindly sunwards she treads her snowdrops down.
Her gifts are all a fardel of wayward smiles and tears,
Yet hope she also holders, this daughter of the years—
A hope that blossoms faintly set upon sorrow’s edge :
She hath a woven garland all of the sighing sedge.
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Tough times never last, but tough people do.
-Robert H. Schuller
-Robert H. Schuller
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