Fathers, mothers, husbands, and wives, are you giving similar advice to your children and spouses? We are of noble stock; be the example they look to.
Forwarded from Florezza (Modest Fashion)
“As women, we have a great responsibility to conduct ourselves and adorn our body in a way that will not cause a brother to stumble. And it’s a simple fact that the more skin a person (male or female) sees, the more easily their thoughts can stray towards those thoughts which are sexual in nature. Some people have more self-control over it than others, but a lot of people don’t have much control over it at all. In fact, it’s even something that is encouraged in today’s society to think sexually towards others” - Sarah Sarniak
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Honor
The ancestors fill the living; their history is not sensed as a series of events following one on the heels of another; all history lay unfolded in its breadth as a present Now, so that all that had once happened was happening again and again. Every kinsman felt himself as living all that one of his kin had once lived into the world, and he did not merely feel himself as possessing the deeds of old, he renewed them actually in his own doings. Any interference with what had been acquired and handed down, such as raiding and robbery of cattle or property, had to be met with vengeance, because a field of the picture of honor was crushed by the blow. But an openly expressed doubt as to whether that old grandfather really had done what he was said to have done, is just as fatal to life, because it tears something out of his living kin; the taunt touches not only the dead man of old, but still more him who now lives through the former's achievements. The insult is a cut into the man himself, it tears a piece out of his brain, making a hole which is gradually filled with ideas of madness
― Vilhelm Grønbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volume 1
https://t.me/TheFrithstead
The ancestors fill the living; their history is not sensed as a series of events following one on the heels of another; all history lay unfolded in its breadth as a present Now, so that all that had once happened was happening again and again. Every kinsman felt himself as living all that one of his kin had once lived into the world, and he did not merely feel himself as possessing the deeds of old, he renewed them actually in his own doings. Any interference with what had been acquired and handed down, such as raiding and robbery of cattle or property, had to be met with vengeance, because a field of the picture of honor was crushed by the blow. But an openly expressed doubt as to whether that old grandfather really had done what he was said to have done, is just as fatal to life, because it tears something out of his living kin; the taunt touches not only the dead man of old, but still more him who now lives through the former's achievements. The insult is a cut into the man himself, it tears a piece out of his brain, making a hole which is gradually filled with ideas of madness
― Vilhelm Grønbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volume 1
https://t.me/TheFrithstead
Honor (Family)
Spiritual life is dependent upon certain ideas. Good breeding is a family treasure, marked from youth, stamped by traditions, determined by environment, and consequently not easily changed.
― Vilhelm Grønbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volume 1
https://t.me/TheFrithstead
Spiritual life is dependent upon certain ideas. Good breeding is a family treasure, marked from youth, stamped by traditions, determined by environment, and consequently not easily changed.
― Vilhelm Grønbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volume 1
https://t.me/TheFrithstead
Forwarded from The Winlandish Folk (Hundwyn, of the Redland)
Consider the folk songs of your people as holy hymns to your race. Learn these. Learn these and sing these, not as an academic practice, but as an act of worship and communion to those who gave you life and the lands where you dwell. Cross the veil of time with elder’s songs, sing as they did. Ask your parents or grandparents what songs they sang as they worked or gathered, and do likewise. Living folk tradition! Feel free to skip the church hymns, or repurpose the melodies. Reaching back across time with songs is a little bit of ġealdor any of us can do. Search libraries and antique shops for songbooks, there are many! If the melodies are lost, write your own! Many have the same tunes. This is all very doable, never believe all is lost. Dust off the old and toss out the hip, I’m sure your Eldfathers and Eldmothers will appreciate it. This can be a part of anyone’s hearth-cult. All it takes is a little focus. In time, I’m sure our people will write plenty of new hymns and folksongs, rooted in the old, ethnic, and local.
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HOME ON THE RANGE (MY WESTERN HOME) - ORIGINAL 1874 LYRICS - Tom Roush
Dr. Brewster Higley, an otolaryngologist, wrote the lyrics to this song in 1873 soon after arriving in Kansas. His brother in law, a fiddler, later put the words to music.As you will hear, the original chorus was different from today's versions.
Honor (Kith & Kin)
The traditions and reminiscences of his people, the enjoyment of ancient heirlooms and family property, the consciousness of purpose, the pride of authority and good repute in the judgement of neighbours found in his circle, make up his world, and there is no spiritual treasury outside on which he can draw for his intellectual and moral life. Honor is identical with humanity. Without honour, one cannot be a living being; losing honour, one loses the vital element that makes man a thinking and feeling creature. The níðing is empty, and haunted for ever by the all-embracing dread that springs from emptiness.
― Vilhelm Grønbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volume 1
https://t.me/TheFrithstead
The traditions and reminiscences of his people, the enjoyment of ancient heirlooms and family property, the consciousness of purpose, the pride of authority and good repute in the judgement of neighbours found in his circle, make up his world, and there is no spiritual treasury outside on which he can draw for his intellectual and moral life. Honor is identical with humanity. Without honour, one cannot be a living being; losing honour, one loses the vital element that makes man a thinking and feeling creature. The níðing is empty, and haunted for ever by the all-embracing dread that springs from emptiness.
― Vilhelm Grønbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volume 1
https://t.me/TheFrithstead