Forwarded from DukeOfDurham 🦌
Pirates, Outlaws, Rebels, Reivers & Rogues.
Because why hold any allegiance and respect for corrupt Monarchs, self-serving Governments, lying Churches, an oppressive alien ruling class, a controlling State, and rules and expectations that apply only to you.
Time to change our mindsets and morality. Loyalty only to our own and freedom at any cost.
Because why hold any allegiance and respect for corrupt Monarchs, self-serving Governments, lying Churches, an oppressive alien ruling class, a controlling State, and rules and expectations that apply only to you.
Time to change our mindsets and morality. Loyalty only to our own and freedom at any cost.
Forwarded from Folk Wisdom & Ways
The way we envision the embodiment of our archetypes, and how we in turn choose to embody them, speaks volumes to our expectations for ourselves and the height of the bar of our aspirations.
I know, I am with you in my disappointment that the Wolf Age is not playing out nearly as epic as expected, sounding more like the whimper of whipped dogs than the calamitous roar of lions, but it is no less the beginning of the end for it.
It is a time of choosing.
The Pizza Hut Heathens and Tacobell Raiders have chosen their Heroes, they have chosen "their" Thor. And so have I. And so must you.
#NoFatThor #ChoosePower #HoldTheHammerHigh #BecomeWhatYouWorship. From a true warrior, Vilkis Kiskis.
I know, I am with you in my disappointment that the Wolf Age is not playing out nearly as epic as expected, sounding more like the whimper of whipped dogs than the calamitous roar of lions, but it is no less the beginning of the end for it.
It is a time of choosing.
The Pizza Hut Heathens and Tacobell Raiders have chosen their Heroes, they have chosen "their" Thor. And so have I. And so must you.
#NoFatThor #ChoosePower #HoldTheHammerHigh #BecomeWhatYouWorship. From a true warrior, Vilkis Kiskis.
Forwarded from Stam van de Vos🦊, hekserij en heidendom van de Lage Landen
Remember your elders, visit them when you can and listen to them.
They have a lifetime of tales to tell and when they leave us, so do their stories.
https://youtu.be/pGx-9fx88Pk
They have a lifetime of tales to tell and when they leave us, so do their stories.
https://youtu.be/pGx-9fx88Pk
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Bock Saga - Leo Nygren - Some Talks About Ior Bock and Saga
This video recorded by Alexander Popov in Helsinki, Finland, 10.10.2016
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Forwarded from Wild Folk
Mabon sunset, the autumnal equinox is here.
For this moment, day and night are in perfect balance once again. Light and dark, masculine and feminine, internal and external.
As we move forward, the nights will grow longer and we will withdraw from this years harvest to sew the seeds of that which we wish to reap next year.
Now, and the coming months, are the times for us to search inwardly and implement personal change. Spring and summer will sure enough come again, and we will receive then only what we nurture now.
For this moment, day and night are in perfect balance once again. Light and dark, masculine and feminine, internal and external.
As we move forward, the nights will grow longer and we will withdraw from this years harvest to sew the seeds of that which we wish to reap next year.
Now, and the coming months, are the times for us to search inwardly and implement personal change. Spring and summer will sure enough come again, and we will receive then only what we nurture now.
Hail good folk! What content would you like to see more of until the end of the year?
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My name is Neale Rundgren and I am of Scandinavian & Rhodesian descent. I am a painter specialising in European cultures & folklore.
Forwarded from Art of Neale Rundgren
White-Bear-King-Valemon: PART ONE
So, once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a mighty king who begat three daughters – two of which were ugly and mean-spirited, but the third daughter possessed uncontested beauty, for she was pure and blithe as an alpine lake. Needless to say, everyone loved her. However, she felt something amiss in her life: a golden wreathed so gorgeous it was the wreath of her dreams – one that which she could not live without unless she possessed it.
Her desire was brought to the attention of the king, who then sent word, as well as the pattern of the wreath, to every goldsmith of every realm to fashion the wreath of her dreams, but none could accomplish the task. There was but only one wreath she truly desired; a wreath that belonged to the White Bear of the forest.
One day she approached the bear and asked if she could buy it from him but the bear refused unless they came to an agreement. The bear said,
“You can have the wreath if I can have you for myself.” to which she agreed.
The bear would then come for her in three days. Upon her return to the kingdom, she was as joyful as ever, with the wreath in her possession, the king was delighted to see his daughter smile again but, of course, he’d have to deal with the bear, which should not be too much of a problem.
On the third day, the king ordered his army to surround the castle and protect it; however, the bear made quick work of the army. The king had no choice but to send his eldest daughter to accompany the bear. As they travelled far away from the kingdom, the bear asked,
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“Yes, I sat softly on my mother’s lap; and in my father’s courtyard, I see clearly.” She said.
“Well, then you’re not the right one” the bear said, chasing her back home.
The bear returned to the kingdom once more, defeating the king’s army with relative ease, so the king pleaded with the bear to stop by sending his next daughter to accompany the bear.
The bear would ask the second daughter the same question, to which she gave the same reply as the first. The bear chased her back home as she was not the right one.
The bear returned for a third time, fighting as hard as he could to claim his prize. The king relented and handed over his third daughter to the bear.
The bear asked the third daughter the same question:
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“No, never!” She said.
“Yes, you’re the right one!” the bear replied.
To be continued.
So, once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a mighty king who begat three daughters – two of which were ugly and mean-spirited, but the third daughter possessed uncontested beauty, for she was pure and blithe as an alpine lake. Needless to say, everyone loved her. However, she felt something amiss in her life: a golden wreathed so gorgeous it was the wreath of her dreams – one that which she could not live without unless she possessed it.
Her desire was brought to the attention of the king, who then sent word, as well as the pattern of the wreath, to every goldsmith of every realm to fashion the wreath of her dreams, but none could accomplish the task. There was but only one wreath she truly desired; a wreath that belonged to the White Bear of the forest.
One day she approached the bear and asked if she could buy it from him but the bear refused unless they came to an agreement. The bear said,
“You can have the wreath if I can have you for myself.” to which she agreed.
The bear would then come for her in three days. Upon her return to the kingdom, she was as joyful as ever, with the wreath in her possession, the king was delighted to see his daughter smile again but, of course, he’d have to deal with the bear, which should not be too much of a problem.
On the third day, the king ordered his army to surround the castle and protect it; however, the bear made quick work of the army. The king had no choice but to send his eldest daughter to accompany the bear. As they travelled far away from the kingdom, the bear asked,
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“Yes, I sat softly on my mother’s lap; and in my father’s courtyard, I see clearly.” She said.
“Well, then you’re not the right one” the bear said, chasing her back home.
The bear returned to the kingdom once more, defeating the king’s army with relative ease, so the king pleaded with the bear to stop by sending his next daughter to accompany the bear.
The bear would ask the second daughter the same question, to which she gave the same reply as the first. The bear chased her back home as she was not the right one.
The bear returned for a third time, fighting as hard as he could to claim his prize. The king relented and handed over his third daughter to the bear.
The bear asked the third daughter the same question:
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“No, never!” She said.
“Yes, you’re the right one!” the bear replied.
To be continued.
Mabon, Alban Elfed, known plainly as the Autumn equinox, falls around September 23rd, and is the point of transition between the light and dark halves of the year, and the beginning of solar decrease or less daylight.
It is a time when darkness overtakes the light, and the nights grow longer than days.
Mabon also marks the second station of the year, a time of ripening of harvest and a prelude to Samhain celebration, which is one of the main festivals marking the end of harvest and beginning of winter.
It is the time of the second harvest, and of fruits, marking the middle of the season in Autumn.
In Hellenic Greco heathen circles it is sacred to the goddess Demeter and Persephone, and in Celtic ones the Irish goddess Carman, patroness of poetry.
In the more modern Asatru religion, the equinox is the festival of Winter Finding, sacred to the Norse fertility god, Frey.
Art: “Allegory of Grape Harvest” by Károly Lotz and
“A putto presenting grain to Ceres” by Giulio Bonasone
It is a time when darkness overtakes the light, and the nights grow longer than days.
Mabon also marks the second station of the year, a time of ripening of harvest and a prelude to Samhain celebration, which is one of the main festivals marking the end of harvest and beginning of winter.
It is the time of the second harvest, and of fruits, marking the middle of the season in Autumn.
In Hellenic Greco heathen circles it is sacred to the goddess Demeter and Persephone, and in Celtic ones the Irish goddess Carman, patroness of poetry.
In the more modern Asatru religion, the equinox is the festival of Winter Finding, sacred to the Norse fertility god, Frey.
Art: “Allegory of Grape Harvest” by Károly Lotz and
“A putto presenting grain to Ceres” by Giulio Bonasone