Othin God of the Desperate
He can be found in the Vagabond, the Starving Child, the Penniless Father, only the most desperate and hopeless may know his touch. Only those who have been consumed by gnawing desperation, the cries of hopelessness and loss... can know the silent prayers to Othin. The Beggar King... Godfather of the Poor... God of Hanged Men... The God of the Desperate.
The Forgotten know his shade, the desperate feel his hunger, Othin does not walk in gallant robes nor Italian Suits. His visage is that of the Hobo, The Beggar, The Vagabond, the Madmen of the Streets, The Rich Man that has Lost Everything.
Since the Time of Myth and Lore, the Long Long Ago, he has been draped in travelers clothes, ragged beggars garb, testing the true nature of a man.
He has a soft spot for those who call to him even if they do not know. Hollow charity, false virtue, greed, all feel his ruthless nature and disgust. Yet those of true noble virtue, kindness and compassion may find the stars to align and their fates change so that perhaps they might make it through one more day.
In the modern age what man would not know the visage of a Wanderer in Travelers Cloak with broad brimmed hat? Who could test in such a form? Yet who would notice the man in tattered hoodie on the street corner with two ragged yet loyal hounds and pigeons around his feet? How many have walked right by the God of the Desperate and not known it, unable to see past what the Modern World has taught them to ignore?
He is ruthless, brutal, without mercy, he will not save you, but! BUT he understands...-TLK
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He can be found in the Vagabond, the Starving Child, the Penniless Father, only the most desperate and hopeless may know his touch. Only those who have been consumed by gnawing desperation, the cries of hopelessness and loss... can know the silent prayers to Othin. The Beggar King... Godfather of the Poor... God of Hanged Men... The God of the Desperate.
The Forgotten know his shade, the desperate feel his hunger, Othin does not walk in gallant robes nor Italian Suits. His visage is that of the Hobo, The Beggar, The Vagabond, the Madmen of the Streets, The Rich Man that has Lost Everything.
Since the Time of Myth and Lore, the Long Long Ago, he has been draped in travelers clothes, ragged beggars garb, testing the true nature of a man.
He has a soft spot for those who call to him even if they do not know. Hollow charity, false virtue, greed, all feel his ruthless nature and disgust. Yet those of true noble virtue, kindness and compassion may find the stars to align and their fates change so that perhaps they might make it through one more day.
In the modern age what man would not know the visage of a Wanderer in Travelers Cloak with broad brimmed hat? Who could test in such a form? Yet who would notice the man in tattered hoodie on the street corner with two ragged yet loyal hounds and pigeons around his feet? How many have walked right by the God of the Desperate and not known it, unable to see past what the Modern World has taught them to ignore?
He is ruthless, brutal, without mercy, he will not save you, but! BUT he understands...-TLK
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Butterfly Couple by J.C. Leyendecker “Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.”-Ilsa Lund, Casablanca
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A show where we approach common and not so common questions in an honest way showing how Ethnic Faith applies to our every day lives, share research and most importantly say aloud the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.
America
We discuss American Culture and do get a little political but one cannot discuss one without the other in todays world so please bear with it, there is a point to be had (for the most part). American gods, customs, stereotypes, misconceptions and more! We hope you enjoy coming with us on our meandering journey through history and culture. Something for everyone I am sure.
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Hyperborean Radio (uncensored)
Did you know Hyperborean Radio records an uncensored podcast every week?
A show where we approach common and not so common questions in an honest way showing how Ethnic Faith applies to our every day lives, share research and most importantly say aloud the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.
America
We discuss American Culture and do get a little political but one cannot discuss one without the other in todays world so please bear with it, there is a point to be had (for the most part). American gods, customs, stereotypes, misconceptions and more! We hope you enjoy coming with us on our meandering journey through history and culture. Something for everyone I am sure.
Listen on your favorite platform or
WHP-Theater
Spotify
Apple Podcast
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"Sun your testes" they said... Yeah feels nice.
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The Trolls by J.R.R. Tolkien“I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history – true or feigned– with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse applicability with allegory, but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.”― J.R.R. Tolkien
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The Way
There is no name for what we are, there are no titles or denominations, merely adjectives that may or may not successfully convey the Old Ways of our people. When the term Ethnic Faith is used it is not as a name for a religion but merely an incomplete description for something too vast to define.
One may call it a Worldview, one may call it a Way of Being, The Way if you so choose. But like Ethnic Faith these are but descriptions not names. For a Name once given implies a life and a death, a fixed expiring identity.
The Way is not a fixed idea, it has no Dogma nor doctrine. It follows no more hierarchy than does the Wolf and the Sheep.
A whole that contains within it spirits, gods, heroes but also trees, animals, and our nearby neighbors and kin. There is no delineation the Elf is no less natural than the tree neath where it sits.
A Song is no less magic for its lacking of Abra and Kadabra. A forest no less enchanted and mysterious, a home no less blessed, a ghost no less beloved for its seeming mundanity. The natural everyday is itself a part of the magic of life. It is not set in a time of legend it is set in the Never ending story of Now and Forever. A History both real and feigned.
To remove it and isolate it, to claim one requires some intermediary, some ritual space, is to remove oneself to spend most of ones days in exile from The Way.
We are not APART from the forest we are A PART of the forest.-TLK
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There is no name for what we are, there are no titles or denominations, merely adjectives that may or may not successfully convey the Old Ways of our people. When the term Ethnic Faith is used it is not as a name for a religion but merely an incomplete description for something too vast to define.
One may call it a Worldview, one may call it a Way of Being, The Way if you so choose. But like Ethnic Faith these are but descriptions not names. For a Name once given implies a life and a death, a fixed expiring identity.
The Way is not a fixed idea, it has no Dogma nor doctrine. It follows no more hierarchy than does the Wolf and the Sheep.
At the center of The Way is not the gods, the spirits, or the stars and planets but the People and their role in the broader whole.
A whole that contains within it spirits, gods, heroes but also trees, animals, and our nearby neighbors and kin. There is no delineation the Elf is no less natural than the tree neath where it sits.
A Song is no less magic for its lacking of Abra and Kadabra. A forest no less enchanted and mysterious, a home no less blessed, a ghost no less beloved for its seeming mundanity. The natural everyday is itself a part of the magic of life. It is not set in a time of legend it is set in the Never ending story of Now and Forever. A History both real and feigned.
To remove it and isolate it, to claim one requires some intermediary, some ritual space, is to remove oneself to spend most of ones days in exile from The Way.
We are not APART from the forest we are A PART of the forest.-TLK
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The Dream of a Boy by Paul Thiem
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The Storyteller by Ludwig Knaus
"The young man was riding when he came to a peculiar forest and began to grow weary and eventually sleep. Then he was awoke by a songbird who pecked at his face!'Why do you hurt me so?' asked the Young Man.
'If I had not you would have slept until you die you have already slept ten years' The Young Man then felt at his face and found that a large beard
(Like this one the storyteller said feeling his beard to mime the motion) had grown upon his face and knew the bird told the truth.Are You Tough Enough for Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)?
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The Bionic Hearth
Light, warmth, food, community and comfort. These are what the Hearth brings to mind.
The Heart of the Home from whence spring stories, holiday dinners, and ghosts to dance with in the midnight hours. Yet the Hearth was not the Hearth because it was the fireplace. It was the hearth because these things were there. From ancient campfires to stories of Faerie and the Wild Hunt told round the fire in the last century. This was where traditions were passed on, stories were told, meals were shared, where families worked, laughed, loved and rested. Alas... no more.
Slowly the hearth faded replaced by the stories and speeches of the flickering radio light followed soon after by the glimmering screen, the oral tradition finally severed. No more was comfort brought by Mothers loving hands and Fathers strength. No more were Grandfathers tales and Grandmothers Sewing kept alive in a living tradition. Instead the stories, the cooking, the ghosts to dance with were mere lights flickering across the screen. The Hearth was no longer made of flames and spirits, memories and traditions. It was a commodity of the Neon Gods. The Hearth like much of life had been rendered Bionic. For time and attention, tradition and stories were not taught by our flesh and blood. But by the Magic Box we brought into our homes. The New Hearth, The Television.
Yet even its reign was short lived, soon instead of crowding around the Grand Storyteller with endless tales more and more Bionic Hearths were born until we carried them in our pockets, Hearths without homes. But these are not True Hearths. Homes no longer have a Hearth; the love, attention and community it once wrought, burnt low and smothered in ash and fiberoptic cables.
Instead we give up our lives and souls to the False Hearth we cannot live without, and thus sell our soul from our own pockets.-TLK
Are You Tough Enough for Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)? If so for more on this subject check out our episode Media.
Light, warmth, food, community and comfort. These are what the Hearth brings to mind.
The Heart of the Home from whence spring stories, holiday dinners, and ghosts to dance with in the midnight hours. Yet the Hearth was not the Hearth because it was the fireplace. It was the hearth because these things were there. From ancient campfires to stories of Faerie and the Wild Hunt told round the fire in the last century. This was where traditions were passed on, stories were told, meals were shared, where families worked, laughed, loved and rested. Alas... no more.
Slowly the hearth faded replaced by the stories and speeches of the flickering radio light followed soon after by the glimmering screen, the oral tradition finally severed. No more was comfort brought by Mothers loving hands and Fathers strength. No more were Grandfathers tales and Grandmothers Sewing kept alive in a living tradition. Instead the stories, the cooking, the ghosts to dance with were mere lights flickering across the screen. The Hearth was no longer made of flames and spirits, memories and traditions. It was a commodity of the Neon Gods. The Hearth like much of life had been rendered Bionic. For time and attention, tradition and stories were not taught by our flesh and blood. But by the Magic Box we brought into our homes. The New Hearth, The Television.
Yet even its reign was short lived, soon instead of crowding around the Grand Storyteller with endless tales more and more Bionic Hearths were born until we carried them in our pockets, Hearths without homes. But these are not True Hearths. Homes no longer have a Hearth; the love, attention and community it once wrought, burnt low and smothered in ash and fiberoptic cables.
Instead we give up our lives and souls to the False Hearth we cannot live without, and thus sell our soul from our own pockets.-TLK
Are You Tough Enough for Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)? If so for more on this subject check out our episode Media.
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