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ASATRU IS AN INEVITABILITY

Life in our world is the Aesir’s to rule over and our trust in the Aesir is not any kind of “choice” to be able to consider. Humanity has inherited parts of the Aesir’s blood and might, thereby is the “choice” already made in us. Life itself here in Midgard is for the various Folk and their given and self-chosen traditions; as well as all higher culture exclusively is owned by us who follow The Gods awake and trusting in our world. Asatru is our lives’ all-encompassing obviousness.
We can also ascertain that the closer we are The Gods in our heritage so is therein the rightful might to be rewarded. This right is the blood in lineage from Odin; which of course also serves as the criteria for being a god, a megur, or a king. The higher bloodline these mentioned offspring got and was gifted with contains a higher life that must be protected from our foe; for all of our sake.


“This world is owned by Odin and this fact encompasses our right identities and the real life’s construction and purpose. That he who has real honour and dignity gets the higher life to live and thereafter will live on in another world is surely something few can claim that they cannot understand fully?”

For The Gods themselves, as well as for all that are Odinists and Asatru, “racism” based on people’s inner and outer differences is not imaginable. That a certain loathing can exist between different beings is fully normal as the differences in the different animals we have parts of are natural foes. But, if one is healthy and honourable, that is to say; acting honestly and acceptably in front of the Gods and Life, there will normally be no cause to violate a rightful ownership of land and countries; that of course results in conflicts. Nor are there any reason to not accept single individuals if these act worthy in a Tru-tradition, in whatever special Folk or part of Folk these are thought to belong. That we all have good reason and really should hate and hinder our foe, as well as their control of the dupes; who thereby are made retarded. To hinder the fully aware parasites’ activities and other life-threatening existences, in whatever Folk they are part, is obviousness.
This world is owned by Odin and this fact encompasses our right identities and the real life’s construction and purpose. That he who has real honour and dignity gets the higher life to live and thereafter will live on in another world is surely something few can claim that they cannot understand fully?


TO SEARCH KNOWLEDGE IS ALREADY A FREEDOM WON

Naturally many have lived with the Knowledge about the Mights, as well as “The Higher Art”, in all times and in all our parts in this world. These have reincarnated or been “first timers” with normal gifts or given enough to have been able to get Truth and have owned their own will, which sadly is relatively rare in the darkest age; the Middle-period, as of yet still occurring, at least outside the densely populated, and I compare with the nowadays in tears thrall-bound and retarded Europe and USA, so happily endowed Asia.
That we always shall show our respect to every individual that follows The Gods right and clean-hearted seeing as these are the only beings that have deserved any kind of honour and existence in this world, is us all a moral and right natural practice. (May be that no one can be fully filled with all Knowledge. With that said, no kind of imagining of an “all-knowing” is reachable for any existing being in the Universe. But, has one at least attempted to reach in to the self and actually obtained Knowledge inside then it is more than enough. Furthermore have the faithful to the Aesir almost as a rule owned an intellect large enough to honestly be able to acknowledge their flaws when they don’t remember, or are uncertain of details in their knowledge. This is in sharp contrast to what is common among the scum; to unknowingly and very injurious rabble on regarding things they are clueless about.)


“That we always shall show our respect to every individual that follows The Gods right and clean-hearted seeing as these are the only beings that have deserved any kind of honour and existence in this world, is us all a moral and right natural practice.”

CULTURE

All culture ― that is to say; all the activity humanity conducts on top of filling up basic needs ― is our property to protect and rule. The Culture is part of our own blood’s intelligence and its symbolic heart; here intended to fully be resurrected and hastily go forward with, as culture is a choice between life and death.
Our highest material and “immaterial” cultural values are in this world mostly found in the ruins and fragments from The Gods and humanity’s shared and valuable times. A conscious and higher being’s products will leave a clear “mark” inside them, without regards to how basic the execution may be. (Just look at this meagre article…) We know, or at least most sense it within, that objects and writing from The Gods times are far more alive; far more true, stronger and cleaner in their content. Simply because these artefacts and thoughts actually are that.

A FEW “ABC-CORRECTIONS”

No Folk “worship” any waterways, trees, stones, animals or places, as if these would be “gods”… On the other hand some stones, holy trees, creeks and lakes where beings are or have shown are themselves venerated. As well as all holier animals are searched for to obtain their virtues and meeting-places there meetings with the spirits and beings occur are cared for, which surely must be healthy, not to speak of necessary to life in the human understanding between all that is living in our world and the other worlds. This is something that Viet will uphold. Sun, the other planets and different varieties of trees are very simple and obvious simile for The Gods; naturally as symbolism for their might and this is not The Gods themselves…, which shockingly the foe has managed to propagate forward and out of that there have sadly been shaped some real awkward fools.


“No Folk “worship” any waterways, trees, stones, animals or places, as if these would be “gods”… On the other hand some stones, holy trees, creeks and lakes where beings are or have shown are themselves venerated.”

Rituals and Blots are given to our shared world and an important lifeline as this show our participation together with our forefathers that remains here and is part of the Might. Our only life and its future is in need of that the rites are in unison with their functions; this for our and The Gods’ protection against our shared outer threats. This function with building power throughout the worlds can never be separated to become a division between an “inner”, or of all our outer reality. (The honour in to pre-maturely been taken up to a higher world:, that one’s cleanliness and value is wished by The Gods so greatly to be kept intact:, is of course a great gladness for every right-thinking being.)
Megin is a force from The Well. Megin is a power that can be obtained after a well-deserved deed. This force is not born within anyone. Our own power that can be built up through the retaining of energies is something wholly different. Our own saving of energy for our power can of course be viewed upon as holy when this is used right. But, Megin is to be given another kind of energy, which gives higher abilities and thereby far higher insights.

LIFE AFTER THE FIRST DEATH

There is in many a fear, an obliged uncertainty, with to die away from the body. Death is a loss. You lose something and get something less to remain; something one already owned and had inside which will move forward in life, at least for some of us.
“Ownership of this world is the Aesir’s to handle through us.”
It is common and well-known how life after death functions. We have the world Asgard where all valuable beings and Folk from this world will gather, to this world’s only real comfort, gladness and protection. We can take with us copies of our clothes, weapons and other things home to the other worlds. It is always rewarding to have a rightful ownership and knowledge on what is for our good use. Weapons as swords and intellectually giving or honourable works are always welcomed and useful. All matter has “spirit” and owns an Önd, but Önd is as also innate gift to inner wisdom and clarity that can be called a kind of higher awareness.

FUTURE

That we right now live here in Midgard, which really isn’t any more some kind of idyllic world that is sufficient in its present wholeness; this gives that we never should be lured to search among un-necessary and unintelligent philosophical material and worthless lower ideals that will directly work against Viet’s survival in the War of all Wars. To be “open” to our foes faked dumbness in silly ideologies, fake religions and other things is a straightforward suicide. This suicide will as well threaten your family and friends in their turn through you into a fate worse than few can imagine.
Sadly there can not be conducted any real and mature discussion about the condition in this world among the pitiful that do not even have sense enough inside to be Asatru. We can however confirm for those the fact that our world is by and large deceived to the core and is now in dire need to be helped up to a somewhat healthy normality. That this world’s hindered progression in all valuable areas for long periods were and are a cold calculated mass murder on the Folk is just a starter to realize. There is a much that must be clarified as soon as possible if the unknowing will ever be able to live as worthy human beings.


“Sadly there can not be conducted any real and mature discussion about the condition in this world among the pitiful that do not even have sense enough inside to be Asatru.”

Midgard has long enough been forced to be undignified in many important life issues and is now in a ― mildly put ― repulsive and unruly state; which is a clear sign in the War of all Wars and in time itself, in the now coming Ragnarok.


Ownership of this world is the Aesir’s to handle through us. Anyone who lives here without giving their life to Allfather in the War is a piece of dead meat. Viet has the ownership, the rights and might in this world and nothing, except our death, can change this.


What matters now is to regain our own lives, our own history and live by the highest.

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LIVING THE SEASONS

I live in Scandinavia where the changes of the seasons are clearly felt and are very visible. All seasons here have their charm; we have all heard that said a few times. As well as the words about that the season we prefer mostly are the one we were born in, that could be for some… My seasons of choice, or choices, are the late autumn and the first half of winter. In general I like to overdress myself, cover myself a bit, and I like being active just a little bit to keep my temperature.

In my teens and a bit further on, I lived in the center of towns and very rarely went out to visit any forests. I found the seasons in the towns I lived in to be a nuisance and the summer was mostly too hot and dusty, all the winters were too cold and dark, ice annoyed me when it was hard to walk as it had been snowing and then frozen with hundreds of people walking it rough and rugged…

I always look at trees, any tree I will glance at with an aesthetic mind. The ugly buildings everywhere and all the sick people are painful to my eyes, but trees and their changing will always soothe me. It took some time to really get to know nature again, through the years after been cut off from being one with nature. I felt that nature was just not paying off any effort given in material goods, I pretended that I didn’t need any kind of spiritual connection in the pitiful life I had… I have since then lived secluded and very close to nature for many years, walking and taking photographs and enjoying the different seasons as they enter and leave; to the point that I actually got bored of it all. Still, it is in my senses and I live with the seasons.

LET ME SEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS

Let me be in all the days

where wild strawberries are attached to straw,

where lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades

and my chanterelles glow yellow from the groves

 

Let me search for four-leaf clovers

Let me gladly drown the sorrow

and become the real in me

 

Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover

Let me create four-leaf clovers!

 

LET ME!

 

Remaining here was this heart

in its anciently dormant well

to retrieve, open and carry

 

Raising myself

 

Letting me newkiss the wetlands’ sun-warmed cloudberries

in the wilderness where the deer’s dances nightly with elks

while these stars in this night are set guard over the sparks

and the rowan berries solemnly sail across the forest lakes

 

Raising myself

 

It takes a while before the veils bend down

 

 

Gone

are dusted membranes

*

 

In all my four poetry books I’ve had a theme that runs through all the seasons. And, I lived within the changes in the seasons for around twenty years. I needed to stand in; to live in each season to know it and then embrace it into myself for love, comfort and Knowledge. I truly did sense the nature and its seasons change: The flowering of the almond-trees and the taste of wild strawberries, the autumn-leaves falling beneath painted skies, all of life in its different shades and aspects, the gentle flower-filled meadow in the summer. Then again, the beauty in the seasons through nature is far from everything that holds value in Life, but in this world today, many minds clearly lack the ability to be one with nature.

 

WINDSIDES

Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,

like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises

and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared

 

The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)

meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps

 

(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)

 

In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again

and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey

 

(Enough about that.)

 

Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning

and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the dusking

down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies

was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) thaw drinking

 

Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds

where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,

while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:

At precisely the right time beams of the Sun broke in over the district

The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)

and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river

 

I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days

before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows

 

Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,

together with the rain teared down with most broken branches

 

 

Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.

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I know that the two poems above are quite loaded with imagery, and that was part of the point and perhaps their sole strength when I wrote them a few years back. It is a pressing on, a forcing down of an overload of images, to compress the beauty I saw and wanted and then stressing that very beauty against the senses. We all have to live without that much beauty being present in everything, and we also need to fill ourselves with a clear understanding of what beauty in nature through the seasons give to our lives. Or, we will have next to nothing in our life outside ourselves and egoism when we live in this world. Seasons? I’m all in for it.

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LIVING THE SEASONS