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Its no secret that the sovereignty and power of the monarchy has been seriously diminished and reduced to a ceremonial role and is an economic boon for tourism and consumption. Its no secret that the monarchy has watched our race and our people rot. But instead of reducing this situation to what we already know, understand this from a symbolic, aerial view. We have not had a King in over 70 years. There is so much more symbolic masculine energy and power in the reign of a King, the highest personification of the British race, and heir to a throne and a bloodline with centuries of greatness behind it. What this also means is that we have a King, who is literally a “capital T” Traditionalist, and a self proclaimed perennialist, the philosophical school connected to Rene Guenon and Julius Evola. Our King, is not a liberal. He is not a centrist. He is not a conservative. He is not a “high tory”. He is a Traditionalist. There is so much power and vigor in symbols. Don’t underestimate that. Symbols can take a life of their own. It is completely possible to appropriate and will symbols into reality. Let us not be so quick to dismiss this one.

GOD SAVE THE KING

I first heard of some of the fascinating stories from Cannock Chase after watching the excellent channel Staffordshire Folklore on YouTube. It it was only recently that I discovered how much folklore and ongoing strange activity there is in this area. Stories of witches, ghosts and strange lights in the sky are very common, but it’s also one of England’s hotspots for tales of Werewolves 🐺 Reports of howling, strange yellow eyes, huge creatures running on their hind legs and even a suicide involving a boy using a silver knife to stop himself from transforming have made a very haunted location even more creepy. Most of this activity seems to take place near the German military cemetery.

Eels were historically a cheap, nutritious and readily available food source for the people of London; European eels were once so common in the River Thames that nets were set as far upriver as London itself, and jellied eels became a staple for the working class, and became associated with cockneys. The earliest known eel, pie and mash houses opened in London in the 18th century, and the oldest surviving shop, M Manze, has been open since 1902. At the end of WW2 there were around 100 eel, pie and mash houses in London. Over centuries of the Thames becoming a repository for undue amounts of human and industrial waste, it became so heavily polluted that it was deemed “biologically dead” by the 1960s. But since then, it has made a miraculous recovery and is now one of the cleanest rivers in the country.

The Ghostly Piper of Edinburgh Castle The legend of Edinburgh Castle, as most legends do, involves a mysterious disappearance. A few centuries ago, a young boy was sent down a secret tunnel within the castle to see where it leads. The plan was he would play his bagpipes and the people above would know where he was through the sound of the music. They thought that the boy would simply exit from the other side of the underground tunnels beneath the Royal Mile. However, halfway through, the music suddenly stopped. They searched high and low for the boy, but he was never seen again and nobody could find out the reason for his disappearance. Some people have reported hearing music coming from inside the Castle’s chambers. Some say they have heard it while walking down the Royal Mile. According to local legends, this is the crying song of a lost soul that has been left, eternally wandering the tunnels looking for a way out.

Looking upon a sea of Edinburgh fog

The publishing of my book NIGHTWALKS IN LAIBACH is eminent and community support behind it is staggering. Anyone in our circles is highly recommended to get themselves a copy. Follow me on Instagram in the link below, and feel free to join the discord server for developments as well! Any questions can go to @dwmcdonnell or message me on Instagram or in the discord! I appreciate and encourage all support, reposts, and spreading the word of this collection. THANK YOU. https://linktr.ee/faustivelli

The Monarch of the Glen is an oil painting of a red deer stag completed by English painter Sir Edwin Landseer in 1851. One of the most iconic painting in Scottish cultural history, the stag has its roots in Celtic mythology. The stag symbolized the “otherworldliness” of the realm of the dead, and the untamed freedom and wilderness of nature and the forest. Its antlers resemble tree branches, as if it carries the forest around with it crowned on its head. The stag is fast, powerful, and sexually vigorous representing cosmic life force. Its seasonal shedding and regrowth of its antlers represents the cyclical nature of time and the cosmos. “It was a stag, a stag of ten, Bearing its branches sturdily; He came silently down the glen, Ever sing hardily, hardily.” -Sir Walter Scott

The song “Grey Havens” by the 70’s English folk revival group Vulcans Hammer “The fairy ring around the magic stone upon the yonder rine had been mowed down by the motorway diggers who did not hear the cry Of the hobbits who lived at the bottom they’ve had to move away and Gandalf wont be around anymore isn’t it a terrible day? The elf king sent his bold knights forth to bade the dragon down he’s still there with his army tents gonna build another town And they altered the course of the river, where gollum used to play Now the fishies and the precious things have all gone away The old rock face with its secret door where the dwarves held the court of old, has been busted by the powder pot and the rubble has all been sold To a buyer from another site to fill in sulfur and lung Where the mighty oaks of fanghorn so proudly once did stand But there’s a big wardrobe in our house That can take you to another land Where the animals talk and the lion rules; everything is grand For the motorways haven’t gotten there yet and the trees are living free And the ships that sail are made of wood And they will not kill the sea https://youtu.be/Ujl8msVuAHo

Perhaps the greatest and most iconic Scottish artist of all time, celtic symbolist John Duncan (1866-1945)

The iconic St. Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh’s Town along the Royal Mile

At the corner of Hyde Park in central London stands the vigorous statue of Achilles erected in commemoration of the victories of the Duke of Wellington for the British Empire during the Napoleonic Wars

Hello everybody, Britslore owner D.W. McDonnell here. In my temporary absence at Britslore, I have not been unproductive. For the past year, I’ve left America and began the process of repatriation to Europe. I lived in Scotland for half the time, and central europe for the rest of it, and ill be returning to the UK in January. In this time, I began developing something. What I call a “collection of scenes”- a book of semi poetic writings spawning from my nomadic escapades at the heart of British and European ruin. This collection is called “NIGHTWALKS IN LAIBACH”, and its coming soon. With my book sales, I will fund my return to Britain, and transform Britslore into something bigger than it is now, expanding into new territories and producing content, that transcends content- but are masterworks in the canon of our people. For developments, you can follow my instagram HERE https://www.instagram.com/transatlantean And you can reach me personally there or on telegram at @dwmcdonnell BRITSLORE IS NOT DEAD. IT IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-south-scotland-56536679.amp The Power of a Community It is evident to those who pay attention that communities around the country are further becoming atomised from one another. With the advent of the internet and increasing urban sprawls that mimic the failed experiment of American suburbia, it’s easy for one to become disincentivized from communal kinship. Therefore, It’s always a delight to see a community coming together and working hard to secure and protect the precious wildlife that surrounds it. This new phenomenon reminds me of a chapter in the book ‘Real England’ by Paul Kingsworth. The chapter (Drown Your Empty Selves) talks candidly about English pubs and the unfortunate decline of independent pubs to pub corporations (PubCo). However, towards the end of the chapter, the author highlights how a village in Cumbria were able to save their local pub from being bought by a ‘PubCo’ and turned into another standardised hovel. This was achieved by a community buyout, where members of the community were endorsed to buy shares of the pub. The shares could only be sold to people within the co-operative and thusly preventing any hostile takeover. This initiative protected this communal space, securing it’s place for future communities dwellers and travellers to enjoy. None of these event would have taken place without the existence of community ties and the power that they hold. I hope to see more of this in the future and the affect it will have on our local communities.

"Sē hlāford, þe on his earmum hringas hæfde, dælde tō his folce þæt gold from þām horde. Þæt fyr bærnde, and þā sweord and þā seax scinon þær hīe hēngon on þæm wealle þæs hūses. Sē scop sang þæt lēoþ. Þær wæs sē sang and yiedd." "The lord, who had rings on his arms, dealt to his folk the gold from the horde. The fire burned, and the swords and daggers shone where they hung on the wall of the house. The poet sang a poem. There was song and storytelling." Angel-Seaxisc Grammaticcræft.

Solstice 🌞

I've recently started a new project, meaning the folklore videos are going to take a backseat for a while. I'm searching out and preserving Local Folk music from the 60's revival before it gets lost forever. I'm doing this by tracking down the surviving group members and their families, I'm also recording their oral history with an aim to publish it all as a book. This has to be done now or not at all as many of these folk singers are in their 80's. I hope that anyone who follows me mainly for the folklore will understand. The first band I've been able to save is 'Tackeroo Junction' who I mentioned in a previous post. Their songs only survived on cassette tape held by the last surviving member of the group; Keith Bradbury. Keith kindly loaned them to me, I have digitised them and restored them, now with his permission I am sharing them today. These recordings were never commercially released and this is the first time they have been uploaded to the Internet. https://youtu.be/ra3PgFg0NQc