Halls of the Hyperboreads

Nietzscheans! I will not hear anymore of your "Prometheus" until you listen to this, which is to be found in Hesoid's Theogony: "And ready-witted Prometheus he bound with inextricable bonds, cruel chains, and drove a shaft through his middle, and set on him a long-winged eagle, which used to eat his immortal liver; but by night the liver grew as much again everyway as the long-winged bird devoured in the whole day. That bird Heracles, the valiant son of shapely-ankled Alcmene, slew; and delivered the son of Iapetus from the cruel plague, and released him from his affliction -- not without the will of Olympian Zeus who reigns on high, that the glory of Heracles the Theban-born might be yet greater than it was before over the plenteous earth. This, then, he regarded, and honoured his famous son; though he was angry, he ceased from the wrath which he had before because Prometheus matched himself in wit with the almighty son of Cronos."

The physiognomy one finds in an average orchestra versus what one finds in gatherings of organic farmers is most telling as to the role one should expect the hinterlands to play in the revival of beauty.

23. Home did the great king [Charlemagne] come and they were all sat in red, he had full bags of silver and gold and all the heathens were dead. 24. "But why do you sit there drunk in silience and not in mirth? have you in the house of the dead laid out many good men?" 25. "You will not, o Queen, wonder at our conduct, for while we have gained the victory, the same has cost us Roland, the King's Friend and thereto many a valiant swain." A traditional end to the ballad of Roland and the Great King as it was recorded in the mid 1800s in the Upper Thelemark.

"If the gods demand the sacrifice, if the welfare of the Greeks requires it, if its necessity has now been accepted, then, O king, steel yourself; and if your paternal heart is breaking, then—avert your eyes, cover your face; thus do you appear worthy of your status as a father and a king and a sensitive Greek and a patriotic hero." ~ Herder

"If you had gone to Buddha and asked him: 'Are you the son of Brahma?' he would have said, 'My son, you are still in the vale of illusion.' If you had gone to Socrates and asked, 'Are you Zeus?' he would have laughed at you. If you had gone to Mohammed and asked, 'Are you Allah?' he would first have rent his clothes and then cut your head off. If you had asked Confucius, 'Are you Heaven?' I think he would have probably replied, 'Remarks which are not in accordance with nature are in bad taste.' The idea of a great moral teacher saying what Christ said is out of the question. In my opinion, the only person who can say that sort of thing is either God or a complete lunatic suffering from that form of delusion which undermines the whole mind of man." — CS Lewis

"Did you see," asked the Mongol, "how our camels moved their ears in fear? How the herd of horses on the plain stood fixed in attention and how the herds of sheep and cattle lay crouched close to the ground? Did you notice that the birds did not fly, the marmots did not run and the dogs did not bark? The air trembled softly and bore from afar the music of a song which penetrated to the hearts of men, animals and birds alike. Earth and sky ceased breathing. The wind did not blow and the sun did not move. ... All living beings in fear are involuntarily thrown into prayer and waiting for their fate. So it was just now. Thus it has always been whenever the King of the World in his subterranean palace prays and searches out the destiny of all peoples on the earth." - Ferdinand Ossendowski, Beasts, Men, and Gods Nicholas Roerich, Remember & Buddha The Conqueror

Hyperboreans: Celts/Germans? Tocarians? Paleolithic Siberian Golden Age? Aryan wizards? Divine archetype? Interdimensional aliens? https://youtu.be/JmHKjzZ9Kuc?si=WI-OYtfpvlCHn8E9

This is not a return to activity, merely a short polemic I thought would benefit a larger audience. The Nationalists say that the nation is the family writ large, some talk of "the folk" as merely the utmost extent of the kin or clan community. However, as any etymologist would know, this sense is, at least in english, barely 300 years old. Prior to that point, the folk is more often than not the common mass of people, indiscriminate and general in its usage, and nearly just as often a military term of mobilization as it is a social one. It is, appropriately so in my opinion, also directly related to the Latin word "plebes". The actual word for family in Old English is "cynn", the direct ancestor of the contemporary word "kin", which is (probably) also related (through "cyning") to the word "king". Kingdom is in this understanding quite literally "the dominion or rule of a family". Kin (compare: Genus) is also an originally discriminatory term, whereas "folk" does not have to be, the former indicating not only ones racial stock, but also ones classhood and gender (womankind, etc). It stems from the hypothetical PIE root-word for begetting and giving birth, and has a direct connection with, among others, the german word for child "Kind". The Folk and The Kin are different species on a conceptual level. It is good to remember the original meaning of the word "tyrant", as the servants of the same can never know the difference between childrapist and childrearer. Being a Greek could not possibly ever mean more than being an Athenian or Theban, being a German could not possibly ever mean more than being a Bavarian or Saxon, or in my own case, being a Norwegian could not possibly mean more than being a Grenlander. When one looks at the Roman Familia, the Scottish Clann, etc. the absurdity of what we can call rigid nationalism in a historical time-frame stretching past the 1400s becomes clear. Kinship and parochiality, not nationalism and imperialism.

“The individual in the framework and in the service of his race, the race in the framework and in the service of God and of the laws of the divinity: those who will understand these things will win even though they are alone. Those who will not understand will be defeated.” — Corneliu Zelea Codreanu, For My Legionaries

"He remained silent, thinking like the seed he was, thinking with the race consciousness he had first experienced as terrible purpose. ... They were all caught up in the need of their race to renew its scattered inheritance, to cross and mingle and infuse their bloodlines in a great new pooling of genes. And the race knew only one sure way for this—the ancient way, the tried and certain way that rolled over everything in its path: jihad." - Frank Herbert, Dune