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"These are the clouds about the fallen sun, The majesty that shuts his burning eye: The weak lay hand on what the strong has done, Till that be tumbled that was lifted high- And discord follow upon unison, And all things at one common level lie. And therefore, friend, if your great race were run- And these things came, so much the more thereby- Have you made greatness your companion, Although it be for children that you sigh: These are the clouds about the fallen sun, The majesty that shuts his burning eye."

The next recorded reading of a passage longer than I care to type out comes from Mein Kampf, Part II, Chapter III:

Drones. Para-motors. Powered wings. Ultra-lite aircraft. Seriously, the writing is on the wall. You want to be prepared? Get with the program. All of this is available to you currently.

No matter who you are - if you are reading this, you're here because of an unbroken line of Mothers continuing the cycle of life from the earliest beginnings even unto the furthest future reaches of whatever destiny or doom. Men may strive to accomplish whatever transmitted duty or potential lies within them, but it is always 'das Ewig-Weibliche' that must nurture, renew, and transport the race's inner flame of purpose and identity from generation to generation. I know I'm not the only one thankful for all of our Mothers to-day and every day, and I personally am most grateful for two in particular. For my own Mother without whom I would not have had the flame passed on. And for my Wife, the Mother of Our Children, with whom the flame has been safeguarded and extended through time in turn. AVÉTE MÁTRÓNAE! - Vəhrka

“The responsibility for current immigration lies primarily not with the immigrants but with the industrialized nations which have reduced man to the level of merchandise that can be relocated anywhere.” — Alain de Benoist

Jóʀ: Stallion or Nightmare, Above or Below, Mount of Óðinn or Horse of Hel, this rune speaks of joinings and of partnerships, of that which like steed or fylgja is both a part of and apart from the hero on his quest. While Reið may see the hero beginning his journey ranging the whole world round, this further iteration in the rune circle can send the seeker venturing higher and farther ranging from the heavens to the underworld itself. Knowledge is sought by experience here, by going forth to see for oneself, hence this mystery is one not only of intrepidity - but of trust.

All Christians are Cucks.

Hygiene was and is a Pagan virtue. In fact, Hygieia was Goddess of health and cleanliness, which we derive the term hygiene from.