BC Neanderthal Mindset

Ossian greets the souls of felled warriors in Valhalla by Louis Girodet, 1805

Diana by Kenyon Cox, c. 1890

La Apoteosis de Hércules (Jean Baptiste Borkens)

Thank the gods it's Frigg's day! Have a great weekend everyone.

Allfather Dagda Warriors! Smiths! Champions! Sailors! Adventurers! Many a God is known for these roles armed with great and terrible powers. But what of the most important role? The one that begins from inception as we lay swaddled in cloth in the arms of the most important man in our lives, our fathers. The nurturing male, the defender, the one who stands between us and the terror of the unknown, who dabs the tears of the crying babe, who teaches us to dance on his feet, who accidentally drowns the cake or burns the tea. Who leads the men in song and the children in their adventures. The man who stays at home building cottages and tending horses. For this there is that most beloved of Gods, The Dagda. He is for whom we fight. Our fathers who taught us to fish, to cook, to hunt, to run, to woo, to stand for ourselves and our family. He teaches boys to be men and women to recognize men when they see them. This is The Dagda. The Father we all wish to have and wish to become. The goofy dad jokes, the silly pranks played when our backs are turned, the first beer and the final farewell when we marry. The Dagda is not a warrior, a wizard or a sailor. He is more than that. Like our fathers he is always the biggest man in the room so that he may stand between those in his care and anything that may deign to threaten them. He cares for the most dangerous of beasts that others would find unwieldy or deadly he knits sleeping caps and tea cozies for. More giving than could be seen as reasonable he'll give you the shirt off his back, the grain from his stores, you'll never leave his hall without a full belly and a pocket full of beer. The Man of the village that all look to for wisdom, for kindness, for compassion, for hope and a helping hand. No matter the danger, no matter the distractions, The Dagda is always there. A loving father figure to all his people. Even the most frightened and lost of mankind might find warmth and comfort in his jolly embrace. Are You Fatherly Enough for Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)?

As christendom and monotheism fades away, and transcendence with it, it is inevitable that the sacred will resurface in one form or another. It should be remembered that the sacralization of nature constitutes the most primitive and rudimentary spiritual base, the one that comes, so to speak, on its own, and in any Hyperborean society. Paganism, at it’s very root, is instinctive, organic and draws upon the wilderness because that mirrors the wildness found in the Hyperborean bio spirit and soul. Heed its call, and embrace your true self. At every man and woman’s core, they are pagan.

This replacement does not take place by simple indifference to the old ideas, which would gradually be covered by new ideas. No: the old ideas are “deconstructed,” in other words voluntarily delegitimized, crushed, ostracized. They are no longer “tolerated,” and besides, tolerance itself is no longer accepted, since it presupposes the idea of truth. Under monotheism, man feels a stranger in this immanent world and longs for the other world—this is, for example, Nietzsche’s criticism of christianity. Under polytheism, man feels at home in the world, which represents the only reality and which contains both the sacred and the profane. For the monotheist, this world is just a temporary stay. For the polytheist or pagan, it is home. Returning to Ethnic ways has been described as an emancipation from exclusive truth, full freedom given to the reign of narratives (the return to myths in place of monopolized truth), and the end of the eschatology of salvation (the end of linear time and the return to cyclic time).

Monotheistic faiths are secondary religions and are not natural to our folk: they appeal to notions of revelation, faith, inner wisdom and, as such, they are constructions and always require to be reaffirmed, maintained by constant efforts. While cosmotheisms or polytheism is natural and obvious: these worldviews arise, so to speak, on their own, proliferating without fertilizer, and instantly occupying or re-occupying a place as soon as it is free. This is what is happening to us today. Believing or make believing that if mainstream religion collapses, everything collapses with it… is nonsensical fantasy. What replaces the hitherto monopolistic monotheism in the West is natural… polytheism.

Abrahamismic religion, or "revelaed" religion is a secondary religions and is not natural to our folk: these foreign religions appeal to notions of revelation, faith, inner wisdom and, as such, they are constructions and always require to be reaffirmed, maintained by constant efforts. Polytheism, on the other hand, is natural and obvious: these worldviews arise, so to speak, on their own, proliferating without fertilizer, and instantly occupying or re-occupying a place as soon as it is free. This is what is happening to us today.

Hyperboreans bring beauty and life to an otherwise desolate and barren earth. We are beautiful.

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Dual horse-head scepter from Celtiberians in Numantia, Spain, 2nd century BC.

Three Fates. Located in Castell Coch (Red Castle), Wales.

Time and the Three Fates, Pieter Thijs, 1665

The Fates by Egron Lundgren

The only way to counteract the unknown is by living life to its fullest - by making the best of every moment, seeking adventure, strength, exploration, taking chances and risks, and doing things that make you us alive. In this way, the Fates' influence still holds true. But! We have control over how we respond to life's twists and turns. Through our thoughts, words, and deeds we can direct the path our lives take - creating our own destinies, as much as being influenced by the Fates. The Fates provide an interesting perspective on our own destinies. Although traditionally, they ultimately remain mysterious and in control, their influence does not define who we are. We all have the power to create our own destiny - something that should be understood, embraced, and internalized.

The Greeks believe the Moirai (Fates) to be three women with different names and purposes. Clotho spins the thread of life, while Lachesis decides how long the thread will be, or the destiny of each individual. Lastly, it is Atropos that ultimately cuts the thread at the predetermined length, signifying death. They are charged with keeping the grand balance in life and determine a person’s success and misfortune, offering solace that life’s ordeals have some higher plan and justice to them. How does this concept of the Norns/Fates help shape the destinies of hyperboreans today? By upholding the truth that life can unpredictable and sometimes out of our control.

Within the Norse mythos, there exists beings of feminine origin known as the Norns who maintain authorship over the destiny of men. This endows them with a level of power that surpasses even the gods- for even they are not exempt from fate's clutches, as are all creatures dwelling in Midgard. I have come across no evidence that the Norns were ever worshipped. A person lamenting his or her fate is a relatively common element in Old Norse literature, and in ancient and medieval Germanic literature more broadly, so we can assume that if Norsemen had thought it possible to productively petition the Norns to change their fates, they probably would have. In the Norse view, fate was blind and unflinching. One cannot and should not change one's fate; all that is left to us is to decide the attitude with which we meet whatever fate happened to bring. Although this is an understanding of the Norse concept of the fates, not all of our tribes share the same perception.

“No one can be wise before earning their lot of winters in this world. The wise one, they stay patient: not too heart-heated, not so hasty to harp, not too weak-armed, nor too wan-headed, nor too fearful nor too fey nor too fee-felching, and never tripping the tongue too much, before it trips them. -Excerpt from “The Wanderer” An old Anglo Saxon poem (64-9)

A fully preserved cave bear, estimated to be 39,500 years old, has been discovered in the Siberian permafrost. The remains were found by reindeer herders in the Russian Far North, and even the bear's nose and teeth were still intact. *updates to come as new info becomes available*