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Ogham also known as "Sticks and Trees" and "The Tree Alphabet" is an ancient form of writing known largely from Ireland and the Celtic peoples. It was a gift from the god Ogma. An attempt to reconstruct it has been made though it is incomplete. Ogham is an extremely complex form of writing said to be used for everything from writing words to birdsong to the sound of a brook or even drawing maps, In this way Ogham is more comparable to modern music notes than the Latin alphabet.-TLK
Good talk with Celtic God and The Lore Keeper on masculinity and it’s importance for our men.
We must become the men that our sons need to see in their lives and the role model that they need as well.
We must show our daughters what they should look for in a man.
We must give our women an opportunity to embrace their true feminine by having a masculine man to stand with.
Apologies beforehand for the wind interference.
Tune in!
We must become the men that our sons need to see in their lives and the role model that they need as well.
We must show our daughters what they should look for in a man.
We must give our women an opportunity to embrace their true feminine by having a masculine man to stand with.
Apologies beforehand for the wind interference.
Tune in!
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Today we spoke on the importance of Masculinity in the pagan sphere. This topic is one we could speak on for an entire podcast series let alone a single episode. We spoke on the masculine sphere, the effeminacy that has infiltrated parts of masculine paganism, the importance of the Masculine roles in the family, the balance between the feminine and the masculine and why a man must be masculine to allow his woman to be feminine and vice versa, we also spoke on stoicism, male god archetypes, and the attempt to effeminize pagan figures and Hyperborean men. Check it out and to all those out there in the Wastelands of Modernity, keep your powder dry. Our Guest Today is the Dread Pirate McThunder. https://anchor.fm/hyperborean-radio/episodes/Masculinity-e17cg24
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Today we spoke on the importance of Masculinity in the pagan sphere. This topic is one we could speak on for an entire podcast series let alone a single episode. We spoke on the masculine sphere, the effeminacy that has infiltrated parts of masculine paganism…
The arrogance of fleas
The nibbling, the irritation, the constant aggravation of the flea, tick and other pests that burrow and bite.
They clearly don’t belong in the bear’s den, the wolf’s pack, or the boar’s nest and are very unwelcome by those who dwell within human dwelling places.
Much like our animal brethren, we too have these pests within our lives, not only physical but in the social sense.
They speak words behind our back, slander, lie, and irritate to drive us to self destruction by an excessive response.
The nibbling, the irritation, the constant aggravation of the flea, tick and other pests that burrow and bite.
They clearly don’t belong in the bear’s den, the wolf’s pack, or the boar’s nest and are very unwelcome by those who dwell within human dwelling places.
Much like our animal brethren, we too have these pests within our lives, not only physical but in the social sense.
They speak words behind our back, slander, lie, and irritate to drive us to self destruction by an excessive response.
Instead of feasting on our blood as an actual flea would, parasitical people will feast on your misery if you allow it.
These pests have no problem with insulting online whereas they not dare say it face to face, as they know that will be their undoing.
My advice? Uphold your honor and be the better man (or woman!). Definitely don’t allow taunts to go unchallenged, but remain stoic in your convictions and don’t let them get under your skin. That’s what they want.
Why do I write this? Why a flea?
Because they are people as well.
You never really can escape them, but you can definitely flick them away, taking their irrelevance with them.
Life is too short to be a flea-ridden mongrel.
Be proud, Hyperborean, the gods are watching, and so are the fleas.
Illustration: “The buffoon” by Sebald Beham
These pests have no problem with insulting online whereas they not dare say it face to face, as they know that will be their undoing.
My advice? Uphold your honor and be the better man (or woman!). Definitely don’t allow taunts to go unchallenged, but remain stoic in your convictions and don’t let them get under your skin. That’s what they want.
Why do I write this? Why a flea?
Because they are people as well.
You never really can escape them, but you can definitely flick them away, taking their irrelevance with them.
Life is too short to be a flea-ridden mongrel.
Be proud, Hyperborean, the gods are watching, and so are the fleas.
Illustration: “The buffoon” by Sebald Beham
Three lifetimes of a valiant-footed horse
For a man, and the life is short.
Three lifetimes of a man, nimble rover,
For a stag, keen leaper.
Three lifetimes of a stag, long-lived, long, lean,
For the blackbird of the wood, golden, proud, pretty,
Three lifetimes of the proud, pretty blackbird
For the Oaktree above a fair soil.
Each one of these, a wheel’s band,
Dies without warning.
- Sion Cent, 1430
For a man, and the life is short.
Three lifetimes of a man, nimble rover,
For a stag, keen leaper.
Three lifetimes of a stag, long-lived, long, lean,
For the blackbird of the wood, golden, proud, pretty,
Three lifetimes of the proud, pretty blackbird
For the Oaktree above a fair soil.
Each one of these, a wheel’s band,
Dies without warning.
- Sion Cent, 1430
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Daina's are Latvian Folk songs and poems, and one of the richest sources for Latvian mythology. Below are some examples to Saule AKA Dearest Goddess.
This is what I received from the Dearest Goddess
A Yard surrounded by linden trees;
a garden of white poppies
in the middle spins the sun.
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I'm out of songs, Dearest goddess.
What shall I do?
I Know. Let me find an old bachelor.
Let me ride him to find a new song.
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Let us eat, let us drink, let us say thanks
to Dearest God and Goddess.
It is the God's bread
it is the Goddess's table,
it is reward for my own hard labor.
This is what I received from the Dearest Goddess
A Yard surrounded by linden trees;
a garden of white poppies
in the middle spins the sun.
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I'm out of songs, Dearest goddess.
What shall I do?
I Know. Let me find an old bachelor.
Let me ride him to find a new song.
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Let us eat, let us drink, let us say thanks
to Dearest God and Goddess.
It is the God's bread
it is the Goddess's table,
it is reward for my own hard labor.
The edelweiss (Leontopodium alpinum) is a little, star-shaped flower with white, velvety leaves native to the Alps, growing high up on the line of perpetual snow, in nearly inaccessible rock crevices.
Its German name Edelweiss means white jewel.
In Alpine countries the gathering of edelweiss is considered an act of daring and a bunch of these flowers brought back from the mountains to a lovely maiden is highly valued by her as proof of the true devotion of her lover.
Edelweiss is worn on their hats by mountain climbers, Alpine guides and chamois hunters as a symbol of Alpine achievement.
The Edelweiss is the national flower emblem of Switzerland.
Its German name Edelweiss means white jewel.
In Alpine countries the gathering of edelweiss is considered an act of daring and a bunch of these flowers brought back from the mountains to a lovely maiden is highly valued by her as proof of the true devotion of her lover.
Edelweiss is worn on their hats by mountain climbers, Alpine guides and chamois hunters as a symbol of Alpine achievement.
The Edelweiss is the national flower emblem of Switzerland.
Today the Blumlis Alp is a high mountain in the Bernese Oberland covered with glaciers.
On dark stormy nights, lamentations and deep bellowings are still said to be heard, high up among the glaciers.
Alpine cow Brandy gallops wildly by over the snows with fiery nostrils, and with her udder frozen and pierced with sharp thorns.
And out of the depths comes a hollow and awful cry:
“I and my dog and cow and my fair bride must stay forever on the Blumis Mountain-side”
(Excerpt from the Swiss Alpine folktale “The Alp that disappeared”)
On dark stormy nights, lamentations and deep bellowings are still said to be heard, high up among the glaciers.
Alpine cow Brandy gallops wildly by over the snows with fiery nostrils, and with her udder frozen and pierced with sharp thorns.
And out of the depths comes a hollow and awful cry:
“I and my dog and cow and my fair bride must stay forever on the Blumis Mountain-side”
(Excerpt from the Swiss Alpine folktale “The Alp that disappeared”)
When all the world would have a matter hid,
Since truths is seldom friend to any crowd,
Men write in fable, as old Aesop did,
Jesting at that which none will name aloud.
All this they needs must do, or it will fall;
Unless they please, they are not heard at all.
(Excerpt from “The Fabulists” by Rudyard Kipling)
Since truths is seldom friend to any crowd,
Men write in fable, as old Aesop did,
Jesting at that which none will name aloud.
All this they needs must do, or it will fall;
Unless they please, they are not heard at all.
(Excerpt from “The Fabulists” by Rudyard Kipling)