We need a return of "The THING"

This very much relates to the post about common law court.

A thing was a governing assembly in early Germanic society, made up of the free people of the community presided over by lawspeakers.

things were the public assemblies of the free people of a country, province, or a hundred. They functioned as both parliaments and courts at different levels of society—local, regional, and supra-regional. Their purpose was to solve disputes and make political decisions, and thing sites were also often the place for public religious rites.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thing_(assembly)

The enemy destroys the legacy & history of European race/people through covert methods. For instance, let’s say on your land grows a special sacred tree that represents all things sacred to you & your people, it represents your entire history, legacy, spirituality, ancestry, etc... If the enemy comes at this tree openly to trying to destroy overtly, you and your kin will pick up weapons and start defending the sacred tree, but if the enemy comes sneakily and quietly at night, and start gradually destroying the roots of this tree without anyone really noticing what is taking place, in time the sacred tree of your race/people will start withering away and dying. After it dies, the enemy will come quietly at night while everyone is asleep, and put new seeds there, and these seeds will take root and grow. Now you have something completely foreign growing on your land in the place where the sacred tree of your people once stood. As generations pass, no one will even know what happened. So through dark sorcery, and trickery, the enemy quietly planted a fabricated history and foreign spirituality on your land, and tricked your kind to accept it as their own. This process is still unfolding today

"The ways of men seemed to me better when they were called heathen. I want my food and no foolery."
- Grettir's Saga.

From a passage where Glam is sick of the pesky Christian rules and regulations and demands a proper Yule feast. Have to say, I fully agree with his sentiments.

Great post by Araynism! It's great to see so many of our folk call out Chrislam for what it is and return to our old ways.

The Ecchoing Green
By William Blake
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
‘Such, such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.’

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.