First some music to set the mood.
In a sense life is like a rehearsal for death, and death the première of life. You will not know whether your life has added to your Honour or not until you die, and when you die all the events of your life will be cramped into that one moment of death. A dishonourable life can be somewhat amended by an honourable death, and an honourable life can be ruined by a dishonourable death.
Ôðinn/Woden/Wotan/WôðanaR/Wôþanaz, alias Hermes.
In many ways I am not a very good human being. There are so many things I do poorly, that I don’t know, that I think I know but actually don’t, and that I think I do well but actually don’t. In many contexts I lack initiative, and have to be pushed in order to go forward. In relation to others I can be very impatient and intolerant, but expect the same to be patient and tolerant in relation to me. I for sure have double standards. I react far too strongly to any and all adversity, and not only come across as aggressive, but I actually am aggressive. I am «paranoid by profession», meaning I am not actually paranoid, but behave as if I was; I am ideologically inclined to believe everyone and everything in this world is my enemy until proven otherwise and I go to great lengths to prepare myself for defence in any and all contexts. I believe in violence as a means to solve problems; I know violence is just a very unintelligent way to communicate, but I am far too impatient with stupid people to try and communicate with them in other ways; it’s a waste of my time. I often laugh of my own jokes. I am a horrible loser, and will in many cases choose to cheat rather than lose. I am also a horrible winner, but actually only in relation to individuals I dislike. When exposed to such I tend to live by this rule; «The most important thing is not to win, but to humiliate the loser». I don’t like other people. You could even say I am afraid of other human beings, and especially if they like me; I once spent a whole year in a prison cell, 24 hours a day, and only ever left it to pick up my dinner from just outside the door, but I still find the time when I was surrounded by other prisoners who liked me, spoke to me and thought I was cool the most traumatizing of my time in prison. If pushed I can do just about everything with any type of tools, but I do everything poorly. I often destroy electric items by my mere presence. Yes, I am not kidding; e. g. a computer can work fine, until I try to use it, in which case it will stop working, until I leave, when it will all of a sudden start to work again. I have jokingly explained this in the past by saying; «I have an EMP-head». I always think everything is so much worse for me than for everybody else; e. g. if my wife and I are both sick I am convinced that I suffer more than she does, although we suffer from the exact same sickness. I am also very annoying when I am sick; whiny and self-pitying (I prefer proper injuries to sickness). I am too honest, which of course means that I can be rude and insensitive to others’ feelings, and I often am…. and I don’t care. I am egotistical and egocentric and I can be extremely cynical. I think in a larger picture and don’t care to much about details; if an innocent European child is murdered by an immigrant I will think; «Great! That will help us in the long run, because more Europeans will open their eyes to the cruelty of the immigrants». I can be cruel too. If I was to shoot at somebody I would be more worried about my rumour as a rifleman than I would be for the fate of the targets.
I think some times you need to be a bad human being in some contexts in order to be an actually very good and valuable human being in some other and in some ages more important contexts. I am not a psychopath, I have even (because of my prison term and the Soviet-Norwegian regime’s failed attempt to present me as insane) gone through psychiatric tests that showed I was not even close to being a psychopath, but I think that the men who change the world must act, speak and behave in a manner leading ordinary folks to think of them as being mad and psychopathic. These men must be poor human beings in some or even most contexts in order to develop the abilities needed for them to actually help change the world. Naturally I don’t think I alone change the world, but I am not alone in being someone who is useful because I am a poor human being in so many contexts, and we all contribute and pull a larger load than we would have been able to any one of us on his own.
Loki and Sigyn.
When it comes to Honour I must say I have behaved dishonourably many times in my life. Some times by accident, some times out of cowardice but most of the time because of plain ignorance. You can criticise me for this if you like, but what else can we expect when I – just like the rest of you – have grown up in a thoroughly sick society built and based on treachery, cowardice, lies, stupidity and ignorance? Do flowers grow in dry desert sand? Do trees grow tall where there is almost no soil? Do any plants grow without water? Still, I can be proud of myself for having behaved Honourably so many times still, and even most of the time, in spite of the age I grew up in and in spite of what was told by those around me.
Alas! Honour and an Honourable behaviour is something we must teach ourselves; we must learn it from hidden sources written in forgotten and some times foreign languages. We must find it in the grass, whilst walking alone on overgrown paths. Aye, we have our instincts, telling us that something is wrong with what our parent generation is reiterating to us, but our instincts can only help us so much. We still to a very large degree need to learn how to be and behave Honourably, and we have to do this in conflict with our parents, our teachers in school, all available entertainers and all lecturers in higher education too – and some times even with our peers.
Had we had the opportunity to be born into societies where Honour and the wish to be Honourable, rather than selfish greed, law and the fear of punishment, penetrated every layer of society we would have been different today. Our backgrounds would have been different, our bodies and minds less scarred and beaten; our spirits more evolved, strengthened, developed and thorough.
Fear not if you too carry the knowledge of your failures of the past; it does not mean you are less worth or inferior to your forebears; it only means that you are a flower planted in dry sand, or a tree planted where there is not enough soil, or any other plant never watered. Be instead proud of your ability to grasp for the Honour of our forebears. Don’t feel sorry for moving forwards so slowly; you swim against the current, through a maelstrom of ignorance, anti-European racism, greed, cowardice, cruelty, dishonesty and hatred! Don’t feel sorry for being filthy; you live in a reeking bog. How could you not be?
Perhaps we are to some degree lost; perhaps we are broken human beings, reduced, twisted and cursed by the age we live in and by the treachery of our parent generation, but we should not give up; we can take our seeds and simply make sure that we don’t plant them in dry sand or where there is too little or too dry soil. We can instead plant our seeds in good and fertile Pagan soil. On our Ôðal properties. In a Pagan Europe. It will benefit us all; even those who die in the process, because just like we are our forebears, our descendants are us.
Evil Incarnate;
Tear down the synagogue casting shadows all over Europe! Strip the (free-) masons who try to build it even larger from all power! Cast out the demon in black robes spreading his vile poison inside our home and cleanse Europe for all that does not belong here! Europe return to us; Proud, Honourable, Pure and Noble!
Scandinavia is a ‘land by the sea’ (-awiô [modern; -avia]) named after the god of hunting, Skanþe (genitive; Skanþin), known as a goddess (Skaði) in the Viking Age, and for the future of Europe I think it is right to also hail him and perhaps even in particular him in this context. For all we know the Wild Hunt might soon commence. Prepare yourself for it! HailaR Skanþe – the god of the hunt! HailaR TîwaR – the god of war! HailaR WôðanaR – the god of the dead!
Our forebears when faced with what we face today;
