Nature’s Rules. Ancestral~Folk Spirits~Energies

I am The Stag.

Courage
Wisdom
Strength
Virility
I protect The Herd.
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Food
Clothing
Water
Children
Bounty, I am given to you.

If you happen to see, The Antlered Man, know that the horns he wears, to deliver the light, I Am!

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I am The Wolf.

Swift
Loyal
Tenacious
Selfless
I am The Pack
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Life
Death
Fear
Joy
I have come to teach you balance.

It is no mistake, Mórríghan shape-shifted as me. I am as vital in peace as I am in war. I am guardian of Nature, Her balance I always bring, seek to, restore.

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I am The Bear.

Power
Speed
Intelligence
Fierce
I am Righteous Anger
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All Seeing
Wisdom of Great Sages
Tend to The Good
Destroyer of The Evil
I am The Ancestors.

You honour me not. The zoo, the circus, you cheapen my life, bring shame upon The Ancestors. You steal my lands, call death squads upon my head, by their guns I stand no chance, yet bravely I face them with the Courage, Honour of your Ancestors, that you retain not.

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I am Stag,
I am Wolf,
I am Bear,
I Am The Ancestral Spirits!

Unseen Comrades: Our Sacred Ancestral Lands-Waters, Time IS Come Today; Abattoirs!

We mock your red nile as we feed Our Unseen Comrades in our waters, into, feeds that which is in our seas!

From loch and lough, streams, rivers, running to our seas dread-drenched red!

Top feeders, bottom feeders, feasting on your sacrificed flesh, yet, you still not see, ‘tis your life-force diseased spirit to our Unseen Comrades Canal Fed; English Channel, Fjords, North Sea, Baltic Sea, North Atlantic, deep runs your dread-drenched red.

Our Sacred Ancestral Wolf, Bear and Boar; Who Was, Is Again, Them In We, We In Them, Together We Piss On Your sandcan-darkland savages and their djinn!

Our Sacred Ancestral Lands-Waters, Time IS Come Today, Abattoirs!

Owl (Spirit) Journal

Sister Owl ( Owl—Detachment, Wisdom, Change) visited me last night!
At first light this morning, assuming my position in my deckchair for Pipe-n-Coffee I noticed this feather, less than 1/4 of an inch on my chair. Given the small size of Sister Owl that glides past me at night here in my new place, I can only surmise that she perched on my chair last night, as the chair is in the V between two exterior walls with overhanging eves. It does not appear to be a hawk feather and given the timing of its appearance; Sister Owl came to message Me! ~Tyr Blackthorn
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9.16.18 Owl Feather left on my deck chair. (Magnified view on a paper towel.)
I am settled in my new place.  Mighty Oaks, Sacred Birches in abundance (around deck).
Three nights ago, experienced sleep paralysis, black shadow figure watching me.
At night enjoying last of the pipes for the day on my deck, small Owls glide by on a fairly frequent basis.
This morning at first light, went for pipe-n-coffee on deck only to discover an Owl Feather where I sit.
The question remains, one that I must seek an answer to, what is the message from the Otherwordly Spirit Realm?

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9.19.18 Last night early this morning a large powerful Owl appeared, perching on my deck. I watched it through the glass sliding door and it watched me, more of a direct eye contact connection, me curious about it and it of me.
Then Loyal Brother Dog (Spirit) who protects and guides me, awakened by my stirring, came charging up behind me, startling the Owl and it flew away.
What was the message brought by The Spirits?
What message of Death (change) not your abrahamic cult conception of death, required such a large powerful messenger to deliver?

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9.16.18 ~ 9.19.18 Owl Otherworldy Spirit Message Delivered:

Our Sacred Ancestors Have Set Europe, The European On Fire!

The Nords, The Celts, The Saxons, The Greater Germanics, The Slavs, Greater Europe; Long have we been artificially fractured within Our Own Tribes (Peoples) and Inter-Tribal (Greater Europe) by the abrahamic cults and social democracy.  They sought to set fire to Europe and The European historically by means of conquest, genocide, slavery and generational exile.  Most recently, by means of injecting hostile sandcan-darklands savages invaders.  This has backfired on them for Our Blood Memory, Our Sacred Ancestors IS The Fire That Burns, set Europe and The European on (Ancestral) Fire!

Currently underway is the, if I may use these terms though I do not think of them as completely accurate, inadequate at best, is the reconciliation-reunification of The Nords, The Celts, The Saxons, The Greater Germanics, The Slavs, Greater Europe;  Our Own Tribes (Peoples) and Inter-Tribal (Greater Europe).  No longer are the fake nationalism borders set to fracture and control of any effect for The European has returned to True Nationalism as such, of Ancestral Lands and Peoples!

The Europeans that are of Our Folk, the ones born and raised in generational exile are in greater and greater numbers answering The Call of Our Sacred Ancestors, returning home!  This despite the abrahamism-social democrat beholden entities enforcing anti-Ethnic European Return Home Immigration Policies while using state resources-force to invade Our Ancestral Lands with the sandcan-darkland savages.

The Nords, The Celts, The Saxons, The Greater Germanics, The Slavs, Greater Europe, have returned and Europe is burning however it is the Sacred Fire of Our Ancestors that has set Europe and Our Folk ablaze.  This fire will consume, but Our Sacred Folk will not be the ones consumed by Europe Burning!

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9.22.18   Berkano Defying Fierce Winds!

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Last night, fierce winds did blow; Sacred Oaks, Birches and Elms, back and forth to and fro till morning calm and the Sun’s first glow.

For their protection through the night, with morning pipe-n-coffee, I thanked The Tree (Spirits).

My Crows and and Turkey Vultures have followed me to my new residence. This to my delight, my new neighbors fright and disdain. Crow covered deck, Turkey Vultures circling silently overhead, all looking with stretched out necks to confirm they have found me yet, again.

The winds have returned to their fierce blow, strangely only blowing hard on The Sacred Birches, yet of the Oaks and Elms, all around, barely a gentle breeze, if even that can be said of it.

Leaves at the mercy of the wind blowing away, hard to the ground as the Northern Snows doth come and go. One solitary leaf, dancing on the wind above my head, defies the wind, goes where it desires instead, for a minute, perhaps a bit more, dancing ever closer, lands gently on my lap.

Oh, Sacred Birch, message given, message delivered!

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9.24.18

Morning Magic With My Trees

0130hrs, silent five hours with my Tree (Spirits) in a heavy rolling mist.

0630hrs Blue Skies Break!

Rustling Tree Tops, thru the Trees winds of bluster come.

Silence! Turkey Vultures soaring in Vulturenado Funnel, ride the thermals above.

Not a Tree stirs, Branches gently reach down to touch, greet Brother Dog and me.

Lifted up in The Forests collective Deep-Breath Heave, yea, even Our Sacred Trees (Spirits) sigh.

The Light of Our Ancestral Blade Slips Into The Base of your sandcan-darklands Skull

The Time of, The Reign of Terror by the sandcan djinn has reached its end.

Nature bound, taunt and celebrate, make it bleed in fear. Slit your throat in bind, oh, no, this reparation too kind.

Feel; White Hot Heat, The Purity, of Our Sacred Ancestral Northern Spirits Blade slip effortlessly into the base of your polluted, diseased, darklands savage skull.

Days of Old, Fertility of Our Sacred Ancestral Lands, Fields, Warriors Blood-n-Entrails did provide. Not so with you, Our Sacred Ancestral Lands, your diseased blood not worthy the Warrior kind, pollute Our Sacred Ancestral Lands with your diseased blood, will not do.

Piked heads on high, eyes of colour terror doth protrude for Our Sacred Ravens to feast! Bodies burning far below. Airborne ashes carried to the sky above, carried on Our Sacred Ancestral Northwinds, The Northwinds of War Doth Blow Cold upon the southwinds of savage darklands heat!

Splatter blood on your mantles, discover your fabular, sandcan-darklands djinn impotent, on your knees pleading to no avail; No Quarter Given!

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Why I do not join ‘European Folk-Pagan’ Groups-Organizations-Movements

First, we must discuss the organizational fallibilities.

 

Modern so-called European Folk-Pagan Organizational Models disregard the basics of structure for success.  Now, success is different than existence for they may exist even without success.

 

The correct model, as taught by Our Sacred Ancestors, is The Individual comes together to form the Family, The Families then come together to form The Clans-Tribes, which come together under a unified banner of common purpose-cause.  This is based upon the Folk Land-Peoples (True Nationalism) concept not a contrived socio-political banner (False Nationalism) created for control purposes as we will see in the next paragraph.

 

The Modern European Folk-Pagan Organizational Model does not work for it is based upon false nationalism (socio-political banners-borders) but more importantly they begin with the Group-Organization-Movement Model then attempt to populate them from the top down.  Aside from the lack of any cohesiveness, it leaves the organization-group-movement ripe for infiltration-control as well as the many egos maneuvering for “Chief” Status, as no one wishes to be the common labourer or foot soldier if I may use that term in its historical sense.

 

On the matter of  infiltration-control.

 

The social democrats, abrahamic cults and their finance-security apparatus have made no secret of their fear of the individual, any Folk-Pagan Revival by The European.  The crowd is easier to control than the individual, the individual is always suspect. In our post, Civil Public Discourse: Whisky~n~Pipes: Taverns of Thought Revolution,  we explain how by means of law-regulation the social democrats, abrahamic cults and their finance-security apparatus have silenced Think-Thought outside of that which is officially issued, officially sanctioned, in as much as having achieved a perpetuating self-censorship.

 

Now, being desperate to retain power, and, given the historical fact of  the social democrats, abrahamic cults and their finance-security apparatus infiltrating organizations-groups-movements, and, going as far as to create their own, for the express purposes for which this is done we do not need to expound on here, in addition to their history of disinformation, which includes their control of publishing houses, celebrity-best seller book club-lists, literary and poetry magazines as well as hiring writers (supported by coerced audiences); What clear minded, well-reasoned Folk European would think their organizations-groups-movements are exempt from this level of infiltration-control, even more so in the digital age and the internet?

 

No, I know My Folk and They Know Me, this is the only organization-group-movement I belong to as:   A Man Without Country, Yea, A Land(s) and People(s) Have I!

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Memorial Day in amerika: Only a Nation of High-Ideal can Honour The Warrior-Class, The Fallen. amerika this is not you, no matter how much you pretend to be.

TÝR BLACKTHORN   – MAY 28, 2018, 2:37:30 PM

Ah yes, affirmation of base socio-political economic ideals.

The Warrior Class in amerika ‘We Honour’ you say?

We laid wreaths, we said some prayers!

No, you dishonour The Warrior Class, your fallen, for your active participation in, support of the solidification of a nation of base ideals and in such you dishonour your fallen.

You sent/send your sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers to fight and die in the meat grinders of Brother Wars, Perpetual Wars for Profit, The Ritualistic Blood Sacrifices that cull your kin and comrades.

Only a nation of High-Ideals can give Honour to The Fallen of its Warrior Class. Did a member of the political-class participate in your supposed solemn ceremonies? Did you afford them time for speeches, laying wreaths? Then you and your ceremonies are of Base-Ideals for these are the same that perpetuate the systems that manufacture and orchestrate the Brother Wars, Perpetual Wars for Profit, The Ritualistic Blood Sacrifices that cull your kin and comrades!

Why do you go off to fight and die in foreign lands of the ‘enemy’ all the while the base-ideal socio-political economies force you to pay for the mass importation of the ‘enemy’ into your own lands? Those that brutalize, rape-murder, your families and friends you left behind?

Today is bad enough on its own however, come tomorrow you will once again either through your silence or active support, failure to eradicate the systems of the same base-ideal socio-political economies that sacrificed for kin and comrades to satisfy their ritualistic bloodlust and greed, yes, you are responsible for the downfall of your own nation, the dis-honouring of the fallen you purport to honour.

No, I tell you, only a nation of High-Ideal can Honour The Warrior-Class, The Fallen.  amerika this is not you, no matter how much you pretend to be.

This IS Our Time; Be The Wise Tiwaz, Be The Wise Uruz

Be The Auroch You Were Born To Be!

Have I not penned of Tiwaz? The True Warrior Spirit? Or did you not read, understand my lament? For if it is true that you read, understood what was penned then, there would be no such need for this by my pen. The True Warrior understands the many facets of battle, war, these are not relegated to the realm of Martial Affairs of The Sword or Spear.

Inquire of Our Sacred Ancestors Spirits, Our Sacred Runes of Uruz, and what it means to be, this knowledge, wisdom will not be found in any books of history, those that teach you to be an OX of domestication, as their commodity!

Learn to walk a country mile (for your safety not within the confines of modernist urban decay). In return for your simple act of rebellion, you will see your neighborhood, village, town in a way not known to you before, gain a greater awareness of your surroundings and if lucky enough some beautiful displays by Nature. If you must own an automobile, do not place the yoke of usury on your own neck for those that consider you a domesticated commodity. Consider also, every drop of petrol you purchase funds the further destruction of Our Folk.

Have you yet to realize Your Magic, Your Power? Become self-sufficient by learning crafts and trades. A simple stroll through the woods, a fallen limb you will feel connected, from this, by hand, craft YOUR Sacred Rune set of YOUR Spirit, Power and Magic! If you buy a set of wood (cut from a live tree), stone (quarried), subjected to violence, any of these or manufactured by the Chinese, Your Power, Your Magic, Our Sacred Ancestors will not be with these!

Grow your own food, herbs, spices and remedies; learn to pickle and preserve-canning, dry and smoke (meat-fish), if you must purchase, purchase from the small farmer-rancher locally. Learn of Our Sacred Trees and all the useful benefits of these.

There may come the time for Our Folk, The European Wild Ox, to charge-gore-trample Our enemies unmercilessly, does it not behoove us then to weaken them before such a time comes?

This IS Our Time; Be The Wise Tiwaz, Be The Wise Uruz!

 

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