Hyperborean Radio (The Final Episodes)
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369 kHz Jeff and Ike in The Morning. Your Roughneck Pagan Uncles, You Wish You Had and are Glad You Don’t! Speaking the truths we all know, but others fear to whisper.

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Bear Family Relaxing by Heinrich Kley
Naval Manoeuvres by Edwin Thomas Roberts
Sirens by Horace Middleton 1910
The Thorn by Charles West Cope 1866
Loved by Annie Stegg
Love by Gustav Klimt 1895
Snowballing by John Morgan
Tuscan Girl Plaiting Straw by William Holman Hunt 1869
Forwarded from Myo B
I try not to post anything political or any news stuff here, but this is too good not to share. Many do not even know who the Mummers are, but they have a parade in South Philly every January 1. Naturally because of "the virus" they weren't allowed to parade this year...however, some did anyway! They are my heroes!

https://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/news/local/some-mummers-flout-rules-march-maskless-in-south-philly/2652605/
In the Wild North by Ivan Shishkin 1891
By John-Baptiste Monge
By Edwin Thomas Roberts
The Night by Jean Louis Hamon
Faeries Dancing with Mushrooms by Edmund Dulac
Remember to Heal: These days many of us carry around our own burdens, our own wounds. Whether they be physical or mental. Many of us live in the absence of beauty, the absence of community, the absence of purpose or even self-understanding. We are set adrift in a world that ill prepares us for both its cruelties and its lies. We strain ourselves to connect to another, to feel that sense of community or the touch of a loved one. Or even something as simple as a world where the stars are not hidden from our eyes. In many ways this is reason for melancholy. Yet in truth it is reason to take time to lift the weight off your shoulders. It is a reason to heal. Most of us have been so forgotten or vilified the very act of rest or play seems to give us guilt. Not play in the sense of modern entertainment. But in the simple joys of a snowball fight, of time spent with friends, of friendly competition. Most of all we have forgotten the purpose of rest. Many sleepless nights where we dread the morning yet do not spend the night in any semblance of healing. Our dreams haunted our thoughts possessed. Yet if we do not take the time to look at the wider picture and allow ourselves to heal we merely cut the wound deeper and deeper. Do not berate yourself for what you cannot control or cannot change. Remember it and move on. Strive for your goals and in this time of melancholy and uncertainty, fan the flames within your heart and began to to heal the wounds within and without. For only then can true change for the better happen. We must allow ourselves to heal before the world we live in can manifest itself out of the nightmare and back into our wildest dreams. Remember to rest, remember to play, we are more than what others make of us. We are what we work to become.
-Wylder Homes Project