Halls of the Hyperboreads

Either life is a liturgical repetition, a continual affirmation of creation’s goodness, or it is Sisyphus pushing his boulder up the hill.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force; and such warm daring rushed into my heart that I—as one who has been freed—began.’ - Dante

Don't you hear the stirring from the deep, From the cold, dark cells under peaks so steep? The prisoners have found the chains are gone, Now who will it be to seize the new dawn? The old ones have lost their vigor and light, The older still rise again in the night!

If you won't move into the Content House on Aarvoll's land with 7 other young men, stop virtue signaling about praxis and taking action. https://youtu.be/SA9Rr8MUfMg

One of the lessons of the mythical world is that there is no certainty in destruction, 'the abandoned altars give birth to demons.' Defeated men, defeated lands may live on, haunt us or erupt in a curse. We see this in the myth of Cadmus and the old practise of salting the earth – the enemy persists in the soil. When the nomos is defeated the autochthonous forces are released. We can assume liberalism has its own powers in this regard, the death of Rousseau's solitary walker lives on in other ways – the monarchomachs persist most strongly in the lands in which monarchy and even royalism have been eliminated. It is to be expected that the defeat of liberalism in the West will not remove its underlying forces, we see this already occurring. Forces will continue to erupt around the world from liberal myths, and perhaps the greater danger is democratic man himself, the Bronze- and Iron-souled figure who levels the earth in his own image. Deprived of the myth he will feed on carrion. What ends in our time may only be the beginning for another land, then the wind may shift towards us. Dead men live on in dragon's teeth, their forces may be sowed at any time. We should remember that liberalism conquered most of the world, with gigantic altars that remain unknown even today. One should be prepared to face impossible monsters and demons. https://t.me/ImperiumPressOfficial/1760

Olav's Return.

I Live Again! Lent is now well and truly behind us, and now we look forwards among other things the Feast of Saint John the Baptist and also the Feast of the King Saint Olaf. The weather is warmer, and the days longer. I have decided that once again things will change, though this time only a few things have been overturned completely. Globus Cruciger has arrived dead on arrival, the substack that was to carry that name has now been renamed "Leidangen" after the form of military organization known to the old Norwegian realm and its people. I also wish to inform you that this channel is now going to host primarily shortform content of a much more private nature. Most if not all forms of long, in-depth content will from now on be found at either my substack or my youtube, the links to which you can now find in the description. I wish to end this message with a simple hope that this year so far has been fruitful. As always; God bless you all, sommer is soon upon us.

One more #Meme Friday for the road

"Blood, for the new nationalism, like "earth", is not a biological concept, but a fundamentally metaphysical one. The word "race" becomes as uncomfortable to apply as the word "tradition", and it must be stressed that all purity and high culture regarding blood is meaningless without the elusive addition that blood cells, however they may look under the microscope, are endowed with mystical energies of concrete life." ~ Ernst Jünger

Can the Right Confront Socialism? And Why it Must to Accomplish its Goals. Our first essay makes the case for confronting socialism as it is, and gauges the state of the Right to consider if it fit to take on the task. It addresses the historical origins of socialism and its connection to nationalism, the revolutionary nature of asserting traditional values in the modern day, and what would be required to proliferate those values. "This strictly theological perspective can only foretell the coming Deus ex Machina, and cannot bring it into fruition alone. No lighting bolts will rain down from Heaven to awaken the sleeping Mountain King, since after all, God helps those who help themselves." https://hyperborea.substack.com/p/can-the-right-confront-socialism

This channel will be taking a hiatus in the coming weeks. This has been a long time coming, as our posts have already been slowed for a while. However, the time has come for the sole author behind this channel to undertake the sacred duty of fatherhood. Needless to say, we cannot give this channel and this platform the time and energy that we have in the past. We humbly ask for your prayers and your patience for the future. Even when there is energy to dedicate to the pursuits for which this channel was created, we will be prioritizing something of a generally higher quality than Telegram offers. The Hall of the Hyperboread Substack is now live and will act as a platform for our ideas to develop in longform. This channel will not be going away, but may continue in a less formal format when time allows. Thank you to all our friends and subscribers, and may God bless you as He has blessed us. https://hyperborea.substack.com

What must be separated from the regrettable search for a literal and historical ur-people, ur-religion, and ur-language is the myth of such. The mythos of the ur-tradition is what should be considered the truest component, and any physical evidence that may or may not corroborate its existence is merely incidental. Every traditional race claimed divine birth, and yet none thought to dig up evidence to prove it. It was proven in the self-evidence of its being which was consecrated in action. Every traditional religion claimed to be a tradition handed down by the gods, but none ever tried to reverse-engineer some primordial language to prove it. Again, it simply was such. No amount of research into history, linguistics, and comparative religion will tell you a single thing about the primordial Tradition. https://t.me/hrodwulfshof/213

Alas Boreas brings the last winter's wind to quench the first summer's sun. No nymphs danced but Kione, foretelling this ephemeral spring's fall. Justice has come to harvest what had the hubris to take whatever it could; It was not sloth to have slept, and now be culled. The reward for piety is life: to spring anew at its proper time, in adherence to the Law. Bear the fruit of the sweet dreams of cold winter, when the stirrings of summer end your slumber.

Alas Boreas brings the last winter's wind to quench the first summer's sun. No nymphs danced but Kione, foretelling this ephemeral spring's fall. Justice has come to harvest what had the hubris to take whatever it could; It was not sloth to have slept, and now be culled. The reward for piety is life: to spring anew at its proper time, in adherence to the Law. Bear the fruit of the sweet dreams of cold winter, when the stirrings of summer end your slumber.

It is a spring day, yet it feels like autumn again. The sky is blue, but dim. The ground all around me is still covered in dead leaves. I sit still, half pondering all my woes and hopes, half thinking I ought to kneel in the leaves and pray, and I hope the soft wind will bring with it whispers of forgotten things.

Today (the Ides of March) is the day that Julius Caesar was assassinated. The death of Caesar was a turning point in Roman history that marked the decline of the Republic and the beginning of the Empire! Dante, the greatest poet of Italy, placed Caesar in the abode of Limbo, a place where the Righteous among the Pagans dwell. The two men who lead the assassination (Brutus and Cassius) were placed in the last circle of Hell, the circle for those who commit treachery... The memory of Julius Caesar will never be forgotten among men! Hail Caesar! Hail Rome!

Aarvoll vs Uberboyo Plato vs Nietzsche This will be good: https://t.me/keith_woods/3816

"Since Plato knew that among men the Demiurge is the only divinity recognized, whereas the Primal Intellect, which is called ‘Being in itself’, is completely unknown to them, for this reason he spoke to them, as it were, as follows: ‘O mortals, that Intellect which you have in mind is not the first, but there is another Intellect prior to this one, who is more senior and more divine (πρεσβύτερος καὶ θειότερος)’." - 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒗𝒊, 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒙𝒗𝒊𝒊, 𝒃𝒚 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒑𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒂

"The souls of the gods adapt their bodies, which imitate intellect, to their own intellectual essence; the souls of the other divine classes direct their vehicles according to their allotment in the cosmos." Iamblichus

"See that you never lose your sense of shame. A man without a sense of shame, what good is he? He lives in a molting state, shedding his honor, and with steps directed toward hell. You have beauty and bearing, you may well be the lord of some people. If you are of high origin and rising still higher, bear in mind that you must have compassion on the host of the needy. Shield them from distress with generosity and with kindness, and strive for humility. The poor man of good birth may well wrestle with shame—it is a sour business-and you should be ready with help. When you lighten his load God's blessing is near you. He has it worse than those who come to the window for bread. Be both poor and rich appropriately: if a lord squanders, that is not lord-like; if he hoards treasure too much, that is dishonor also. Make your rule the true mean. I have observed that you are in need of advice. Leave bad manners to their own quarrel. Do not ask too many questions. Do not disdain thoughtful answers that go straight to the question of one who is sounding you out with words. You can hear and see, taste and smell: these should bring you wisdom. Let mercy go along with daring. There will be the test of my counsels. Once a man gives you his oath of surrender in battle, take his word of honor and let him live, unless he has done you such wrong as would burden your heart with grief. You will frequently have to wear armor. As soon as it is removed, see that you wash your hands and around your eyes to get the iron rust off. That way you will be of love's color, and women's eyes will note that. Be manly and cheerful of spirit: that is good for winning honor and praise. Let women be dear to you, for that enhances a young man's worth. Do not waver a single day toward them: that is true manly conduct. If you choose to tell them lies you may deceive many of them, but in true love base deception does not enjoy honor long. It is the prowler's complaint that the dry branches in the park snap and crack and rouse the watch. Pathless places and felled-tree barriers, there is where many a battle thrives. Measure this against love. Noble love has judgment with which to outwit sly deceptive trickery. If you incur her disfavor you will be dishonored and suffer painful shame forever. Take this lesson to heart. I will tell you more about womankind. Husband and wife are one, as are the sun that shone today and the thing called day itself; neither can be separated from the other; they blossom from a single seed. Strive to understand this." [from Wolfram's Parzival]