Reconstructed Heathenry

I can understand why the Icelandic Ásatrúarfélagið wants naught to do with the above mentioned. Call me a bog-standard heathen as I was never Christened nor baptized. That whole genre you’re trying to get at, is like waiting for a ship at a bus station. German heritage as I learned it, is largely an oral tradition with much of the original meaning preserved in the language itself. Such roots seem a complete mystery to Anglophones who rely on spurious sources of loosely interpreted translations, looking for regimes in what was and still is a diaspora, each location with its own nuances as one would naturally expect. European ethno-culture encompasses some 230 languages, aside from the various dialects thereof. My Prussian grandfather saw need to teach me these things, for fear of it becoming distorted by the Nazis. Indeed they were hell bent on making the “Allfather” the universal alternate to Yahweh, much to the demise of the Jewish people. Although Christianity was just as ruthless in its pursuits, the common folk did not have the privilege of literacy; and so the oral memory and its customs, still lives on.


In the beginning it was all elementals, spirits and cunningfolk; often tricksters traveling in the guise of the poor and elderly- helping the needy and making complete fools of the greedy. They were all to be respected, with offerings of whatever one prospered from their providence. One did not simply fell trees or till the soil without consulting the wights. This was the beginning of agrarian times in Europe some 7 thousand years ago. The moon was the bearer of the seed- the months according to its cycles, were 13. The setting of the Pleiades marked the start of the growing season, and when they rise in Samuin we honour the ancestors and those who have passed. The long night of the wild hunt was understood as the marriage of the Sun with the Earth Mother in her underworld domain to fertilize and rejuvenate growth. A time of culling and cleansing.


I could go on and on, but the bottom line is, you lot need to get out of that pedantic Anglo-latinzed mind set if you really want to understand these things.

Give it up

Bro finished his cancer treatments a couple of weeks ago, after they removed a huge tumor that had grown from between the hemispheres. We're not sure how long he had this thing. He was always contrarian if not trapped in some kind schism, so it's hard to say whether it was the cause or not. Just the same, the suspicions of ADHD and the narcissistic tendencies. These things seem to have been going on since day one. Then there's these personal attacks he launches whenever his plans fail, as if the rest of us should feel guilty for not making some ultimate sacrifice on his delusional behalf.   Forever trying to bullbate me into his pseudological entrapment of pros and cons, even trying to humiliate me on social media.

As much as he hated his parents (mind you, they were no better) he was their golden boy and I was that insubordinate little brat of a girl, allegedly only good as a galley slave for their failure as parents. Having my own formative years to contend with, I wanted no part of that blame game, as much as he tried to turn it on me- standing there gloating while they tried to beat it into me. Then after assembling a pity party with his claims that he was the abused one, wonders why they're playing the same game with him. Then there's the sex change like some wannabe feminist on steroids. I could go on and on about how deep in that twisted mind of his that I should have no other purpose in life than his. Well, with that kind of learning curve, I'm only too glad he wants to bugger off to the other side of the planet. In fact, if I had the money, he'd certainly be on the next plane far the fuck away from me.

Oligarchy

There’s a weird kind of mania that seems to overcome certain people past midlife, especially when they’ve been playing out that alpha dominance for much too long. New ideas and approaches are only seen as an outright threat to that insatiable comfort zone such oligarchs have instilled over the years. They’d sooner destroy or drag down the lot with them, than ever give up the game. Some experts say it’s too much testosterone that does that to people, even women, reduces reason down to that old knee-jerk reflex of clashing horns. I saw it in my father and numerous people of similar hierarchical obsession, come hell or high water, only to leave all in ruins. I’ve seen it in the government of those last 16 years. I see it in Erdogan and now especially Lukashenko and Putin. Closure paranoia never does listen to reason, nor seem to learn much from history. It’s all “Ich-GmbH” as we say in Germany.

Demystifying Psychic Ability

 

I really wish the contenders would finally take the spook out of it instead of just writing it off. There is nothing “paranormal”, “parapsychological” or “extrasensory” about well developed cognitive ability- and it’s not like we don’t have the medical advancements to explain it in detail. Back in the day of Zener cards, they only had the electroencephalogram to assess neural activity. Psychology was still very much theory and pretty much in its baby steps over the bio-electric processes involved. We have since learned that these messengers in the olfactory process can be extremely graphic. While for all our domestication, we may only be subconsciously aware of these signals, that does not say those that advanced this acumen in the wilds haven’t retained that awareness. Evolution is just as much dependent on environment and circumstance despite heredity. Genes get switched off and on even within a generation. That we know now from our studies of mutations in the genome. 

 

I hear so many people make claims about locations that have a certain “vibe” to them. I have often found this to stem from an acute sense of these bio-electric markers left behind, especially where drastic things have happened. Then there is also the sensitivity to a variety of geophysical anomalies. It seems the punters tend to underestimate the human sensory capacity at it’s peak, especially when the brain becomes wholly aware of these things. My faculties involve what some define as clairvoyance, even chronokinesis, but being the sort that can recognize outcomes in the algorithmic patterns of things, I’d much rather attribute it to my rather graphic non-linear scope of causality. Now having said that, I tend to be critical of fortune tellers and above all mediums. While a deck of cards or the roll of dice can be conducive to the symmetry of local causality (especially if you’re a strange attractor) much of these half wits can't seem to get that bigger picture (say nothing of cold reading) because they just can’t grasp the physics. Of course to deny them their superstitious enigma could mean the end of a very profitable fashion industry, say nothing of religion. So this is the real problem

Rest in Pieces

Don’t know what it is lately, but some really distant memories of the past have been haunting me. It was the time leading up to leaving Nova Scotia and the long two years of recovery after. Something had a grip on me both mentally and physically and I was well and truly losing it. I had long since quit the halucinogens and not in the habit of kiffing my brains out like some I knew. There was something else in my blood that pitched up in tests that got some physician irate until he was silenced by some undisclosed third party. I had wasted away to a mere 47 kilos and the absurd social drinking habits of everyone at the time was not helping. Aside from all that, it also turned out my very strange blood chemistry did not allow the consumption of certain condiments. I had a real bitch of a time trying to get through to people, that for me to “dine out” was a very bad idea. It seems people had a real obsession with that in those days. I had to endure a lot of mockery and gaslighting, aside from being labelled “antisocial” or told that it’s all “in my head” no matter how many times I passed out or fell into a coma. Preferring to avoid the misery of the latter, I stuck to my guns despite all insults, and was not surprised when they too fell folly of their habits. This attitude of alleged superhuman is unquestionably military indoctrination of the times and my father was certainly full of it.

 

What seems to have brought back these memories was my brother’s rants about the perpetual macho forays of my father and his excessive happy-hour cajoleries with the worst possible grifters always getting on our case, say nothing of their seedy sexual ploys. Indeed, the man was so manipulative, any friends we might have made were not safe from his posturings for want of some weird kind of hero worship. What did they call him back in Westfalia? Sgt. Rock of easy company. Gis a break. “I wanna talk to you about your parents”- “Talk to them yourself, I’m long done with that lot.” Probably another reason why I would spend my weekends as far away from this region as possible. Aside from having to answer for my brain damaged mother, it was bad enough having to steer my drunken father home since the age of 12, but as all that ended in a severe stroke in Holland, I cursed every one of them for buying into that stigma. Of course they were shocked, coming to realize just how mortal the human condition actually is, no matter how you try to psyche yourself up. I am not a teetotaler but all things have their limits, and that one was crossed just too many times at my expense. Thank fuck that’s all far behind me now. Rest in pieces.

Social Distancing

Like the folks from Bellingcat have often said, much of what calls itself the news media theses days is actually being ripped from blogs, FB and Instagram, out of convenience. Of all the professional liars, I find RT and the BBC the smuggest. When it comes to carrots on a stick, it seems the Russians have it mastered in ways you would think could never happen. RT applies a pseudologia that likes to borderline on conspiracy theory, but only in so far as give an impression of openness. Of course they’d never divulge any errors of their own, just the same as the BBC would never admit the lies and blame shifting of Brexit (or the Tories for that matter). It makes Fox News and Q-anon seem more like an amateur circus for the functionally illiterate. I’ve come across all kinds of these misinformation agents in cyberspace. They like to plant themselves in all things esoteric, especially where belief degenerates into pseudoscience and virtual cosplay. The worst part is, a lot of them don’t even realize it themselves. Call me a low glider, but I’ve always preferred to keep below that radar of popularity contests. So many things entrusted to me on the personal level, I wouldn’t think of writing a novel about. No, I’m not talking about those years in HQ, nor its political ugly rumour gallery. All the places I’ve been and the people I met. Influential people, who for some damn reason confided in me like a priest in some remote confessional, as if I should have some magical power over destiny. Although I’m inclined to take much of that for projecting, or maybe it’s just the way I look, it was nonetheless a learned experience. When the truth is stranger than fiction, of course no one wants to know. Tell them what they want to hear and they’ll never let go. Many don’t realize just how much is revealed- not only by their demeanor or choice of words. My paternal grandfather was an immigration inspector, the best in his field. He could read people like a book, but it’s not like I really want to.

Malice in Blunderland

Blocked another couple of UKP throwbacks from my FB. The recourse from his sycophantic following of no minds is bad enough, but trying to derail my posts with irrelevant or cryptic comments then gaslighting when I question his motives, is really looking for trouble. They seem to have it in for anything I post that might challenge their way of thinking (especially when it comes to science), despite having sod all to do with their community, or country for that matter. They just can't seem to get that through their heads. No more rule Britannia. No more center of the EU universe, tsk, tsk.

Some kind of NLP thought police bent on dictating their pseudo-moral popular consensus for the archbish of Canterbury, but trying to relate in terms of CBeebees, is just fit for the rubber room. Perhaps they shouldn't wonder just how much of a nanny state their country has become, or is this some new form of pedophilia? In Germany, critical thinking is common place, it's what you learn in the course of personal responsibility, so I guess I'm perfectly normal. Somehow these UK pagans seem to have missed that turn, always looking for a sacrificial lamb, like I really need that kind of social acceptability. So you're working for charity? Well so am I. Two different countries, different systems. At least mine gives refugees a roof over their heads, so save the emotional blackmail for your so-called "decent folk". You're way out of your league.