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October 3rd, 2016 
Awake Goy Tradition! Unlike indoctrinated media slaves, we do not envision a Yiddish fiddler building wailing walls to hit the ceiling and dance on the rooftops. (If only to sing “Am Lechad, Lev Echad” while white phosphorous burns our enemies…) No. What do we conceive? As (I would imagine I am safe to presume) Caucasians, better known as souls of European descent, we have a lot of raw material to build with.
For me, the moving bulk of Nationalism is the quest to repair the broken chain of being. Somewhere in our history, a link to our stainless steel chain was shattered and replaced by a shoddy pewter link. The pewter could not take the heat, and we dragged on – leaving our hallowed past in the dust.
But what is dead is gone and buried. To dig it up now would make us like the Pope who put his dead rival on the court stand. Is our past our enemy? No. But in a sense, we are our only competition. Our enemy is languishing potential, diminishing returns. Our enemy is realising we can be more than we are, and either choosing not to pursue growth in a cultural, homogeneous sense, or otherwise convincing ourselves that we have no leave to be greater.
Both are nearabouts as sinful as we should consider hubris to be.
On that note; there are times when too much energy is put into exposing problems. We all know the problem, we all know the game. We are under Zionist control – Whites have little or no self-determination, we are overrun by false diversity and we have a largely Semitic media conspiracy to thank. We all know how crazy our families think we are, and how loathsome general opinion paints us. There is little point discussing those issues within the confines of our in-group.
Rather than fire ourselves up with negative energy, obsessing about the Jewish problem, lamenting the huge and monumental struggle our peoples and cultures have, and forgetting, quite frankly, why we’re fighting… let us focus our efforts on rekindling something beautiful that has been lost.
With all that said, I, being a Folkish Heathen (for an extreme lack of better terms, my ultimate term is “White”) would refer any Nationalist or budding revolutionary to our most intimate past. Yes, we have a Heathen past. And while I would personally love to see large numbers of Whites embracing ancestral paths, either by mapping their genes and choosing the most connective tradition, or otherwise embracing wholesale the verses of the White ancestry which speaks to them most loudly. But! I also recognise that people will always complain when it comes to rules of conduct. The rallying battle cry of those who hate religion (you won’t tell me what to do! No judgement!)
I do not care about your specific arguments regarding religion. I do not care that the Christian says that Paganism died and cannot help us, or that it held us back. I do not care that the Pagan says that Christianity came and halted our progress, and that it has stultified us for 2,000 years. I do not care who feels hurt by whose judgement. In either case, you are beating a dead horse and counting ducks that will never deviate from their row.
I am going to argue, as I will most likely die arguing for, an establishment of a cultural religiosity. NOTE! The term “cultural religiosity” does not, nor should not, refer to a specific creed. Religion meant, and should mean ‘devotion, reverence.’ One can adopt religious attitudes and mentalities, as well as practises and disciplines, without necessarily imbibing specific core spiritual beliefs.
I will now outline a few basic paths. These are the Ethnocentric; Heathen and Pagan folkways that made our various tribes great.
The most famous folkway, presently, is the Norse. And while it is the most utilitarian to me, personally, there is an abject bias in favour of it. Forms of Nordic, Teutonic and otherwise Germanic folkways are: Asatru, Theod, Forn Sid, Odinism, among others. I, personally, am an Odinist – but I like particularly the imagery of German and English paganism as the German and English are the components of my flesh that resonate with me most clearly. Practically, I am a Pan-Aryosphist of sorts. The integrity of all European descendants must be upheld, but the best place to start is with your own immediate ancestry. Branch out from your root, if you can, and strengthen the garden. The German should greet the Dutch, the Dutch should humour the French, the French should court the British, and so on until all Europa is united. But strength comes from knowledge, and there is no purer knowledge than self-knowledge. And self-knowledge, in truth, begins long before the self.
Now while I favour the aforementioned path, there are many more. Asatru, Odinism, while popular, are far from the only path a Nativist and Nationalist might take. For those looking to exhibit their Nationalist without a Christian shtick, options are available. There is a bulk of clear and concise information regarding Hellenic religion. Today, Hellenismos. There is a burgeoning trove of pre-imperial Roman spirituality, referring to Religio Romana. There is furthermore a growing interest in the various Slavic and Eastern European folkways, as well. Celtic mysticism has never gone out of style, but today, the fetish in Wicca is waning, the love of the land and the lore and the people is returning. Druidry, with a focus on ancestry, is tenable, as are other forms of Gaelic mysticism.
Ultimately, I would argue that the acolyte White nationalist become marginally informed with each. By learning about the various White tribes and their beliefs, ancient and modern, you grasp a more wholesome idea of yourself. YOU, reader, are composed of the raw material that comprised your ancestry. The idea that we can never achieve the greatness of our fathers must end. Better it end now than later. If you wish to rise and meet the Overman, begin now. Cast off the fruitless ideas that the ancient drum has lost its beat. We have only to recover it. The raw material of our folk beliefs, religious or irreligious in nature, are applicable to daily life. Knowing them is part in parcel with knowing our people. The White race is multidimensional, we are more than flesh and genes.
In order to recover anything, it must be lived. We cannot expect to recover our ancestral vigour and power if we are not willing to adopt, or more accurately refurbish, some of their/our practises. And, to wit, there is a common ground, a binding link which connects *all* Whites. This leads us to the term “Aryan,” but that is not the focus of this article. In order to achieve anything resembling the noble Aryan, we must first establish ourselves in both individual and group elegance and nobility and vigour. Being White must again mean something. And it must mean more than recognising how badly we have been cheated by our mercantile masters, our governments, and the traitors of our kind. Being White is more than the struggle for Whiteness. Without a conscious White identity, our struggle is to maintain our status as a collective amorphous clot. What fun!
However, for the purposes of this article, I am going to speak to what I know, and what I do and have adopted. You should establish your own household customs according to principals of resonance. But hopefully, something I write here, with my historical and modern insights, will prompt you to consider establishing newfound old customs.
It’s old hat, but you haven’t really got to go any further than the names of the days of the weeks and months. Virtually everything about our modern calendar is rooted in Romano-Teutonic mythology. The names of the months come to us from the Roman calendar, and are often derived from Deity names. January – Janus, the two-faced God of doors who sees within and without. For example. There is March, the month of Mars, who is the War God of Rome. Contrast with the names of the week, which are with the exception of Saturday, named for Teutonic deities. Tuesday – Tiwesdæg, from Tiw/Tyr – the God of justice and (courageous) war. And don’t forget Wednesday – Wōdensdæg, from the Anglo-Saxon for Odin, our father God of wisdom, sex, poetry, death and a scrabble of other fine things. (As a side note, for practical purposes, I like Wednesday because it is the week’s dead centre. If Monday sucked, it won’t come back, and there’s still Friday to look forward to.)
Our ancient culture survives in the most seemingly asinine of customs. Have you ever seen change in a fountain? Throw the penny for good luck. This goes back to the ancient Celtic tradition of leaving precious items in springs, presumably in hopes that the ‘gift principle’ would ensure cyclical returns for them. Prayer candles, as a note, are a survival of the ancient European custom of ‘keeping a place’ for the ancestors. When you light a remembrance candle, when you set aside a memorial dish, or anything of the kind, you are indulging in this curiosity from our past.
Have you appreciated the layout of your house, lately? There is in many architectural facets, a reliance on ancient German construction methods. Support beams follow the shape of the Tyr Rune, and many wainscot patterns follow concealed Runic symbols. In the old days, conversion times, Germans would work Rune staves into faces of buildings. Christians did not always recognise them, but carpenter’s would have recognised a few. Of course, modern wisdom would tell you it is a logical posturing, but ask yourself if the former theory is truly untenable given the depth to which our native traditions gripped us?
To a degree, and it is not an unimpressive one, our ancient culture still walks with us. (As a side note, I used a double negative indicator in that last sentence; it is not unimpressive, which is a hallmark of English humour. This stems in part from the Kenning, which formed a large part of the ‘dry humour’ of Saxon descendants.) Stepping up to the task of reminding ourselves of this, and educating other Whites regarding it, will only serve to soften the road for a larger, broader awakening.
Inasmuch as historicity goes, there is a great degree to which “implicit Whiteness” as our Matzoth rolling frenemies call it, is inextinguishable. The fact is, if we allow that society really is a social construct, than it is a White one. As long as you speak English, and as long as you adopt American or better, European customs, you are conceding your ballot and we have vetoed your vote.
Speak to me in words I understand – multiculturalist, you have already lost.
Now! Nationalist, we have to be worthy of an active victory, and not an implicit one. We do not want to become a Ghost Nation as the Romans did. So if we actively embrace what is subconsciously driven, we will only increase our power. We will only manifest our greatness. There is so much of us that is still vibrant, begging to be realised, released, relived. If we give in to our White pulse, then we will not so much have to fear our enemies, nor inspire fear, but secure the Fourteen Words in such a way that we become indefatigable.
Is this impossible? No. Germany awoke, theirs was a cultural awakening that preceded a socio-political movement. The bulk of the world was needed to stop them. Even then, they were not truly defeated, as the Reich’s spark is not dead. The Folk Soul is not extinguished, nor shall it be as long as our cultures, our customs drive our flesh.
So, what about some customs we can begin doing here and now? The possibilities are nigh unto endless, but here we go…
Let’s go back to the days of the week. Unless the PC/Multikulti agenda has truly crippled us, there are seven of them. Or am I forgetting Martinsday again? (Hail to the King!) Anyways. Seven days. Take a second on each day to consider the nomenclature. Wednesday is Odin’s day, take some time to pursue a little philosophy. In modernist Pagan Theology it is generally agreed upon that Whites can use our Gods as either transcendent Masters, or, as archetypes of our national Folk Soul. If we assume the latter route in a purely platonic fashion, then each day is a holy day, and each day is a set upon time to focus a particular aspect of the Folk Soul.
It is not beyond permissibility for us to seek and educate ourselves regarding our tribal deities, and to remember them on their name days would certainly be a non-restricting and levying way to reinforce that wicked implicit whiteness. Tuesday – for Tyr, a good day to focus on courage and discipline. Thursday, for Thor – a good day to conjure up raw power and spontaneity. Friday, for either Frigg, Freyja or Frey (depending upon whom you trust or ask) – a perfect day to manage domestic issues, count blessings, exercise your love and affections.
That’s not to say, for the lazy-minded, that you can only exercise those traits on these days, but by making conscious efforts to recognise them as pinnacles of our Race, well… why not? After all, courage, wisdom, strength and love (Tyr, Odin, Thor and Frigg) are certainly the characteristics that have defined our Race’s finest specimens.
This is a thing I have discussed with my wife, for when the children come. But why not establish a cultural remembrance day? It had been proposed we select from various European dishes and spend the evening with a story, a song, legend, some cultural artifact from said society, which would connect us to them. Given that we are an Anglo-Irish family (myself supplying the Limey, and she the Paddy) the focus would be on Celtic and Teutonic lore, but we also appreciate the cultural contributions of Germans, Poles, Italians, and so on.
Speaking of stories at the dinner table… read! Our Race, with her various tribes and clans, has an infinite diversity of knowledge to draw upon. From the Greek, to the Celt, to the German – every tribe has had their own way of doing science, traditionally, of telling stories, traditionally, of living, traditionally. Some of the best places to get to know the Folk Soul are in the folk epics. The Finnish Kalevala, the Nordic Eddas, Sagas and Heimskringla, the Slavic Kalevipoeg, the Celtic Mabinogion, Tain; there are so many more. Each traditionally European country has variations of national epics. With each piece of literature you read, you gain a greater insight into the mind of your people. You will learn tics and traits, you will be inspired by heroism and humanity.
Take up the Runes! You don’t have to be necessarily Teutonic, though I do insist that having a splash of Teutonic blood will garner more appreciation for what you are taking. Face it, there is a populist obsession with Vikings. And even though most of us reading will have embraced them long before it was cool, the popularity of certain Northern Mysticisms is going to catch. The fact is, Runes are a functional alphabet with a dual, triplicated function as a writing system, a divining system, and a focusing system. Practically – Nationalists could communicate with each-other in Runes, our own syntax. And, for the man-children among us, great fun. On the personal level, if you have a mystic inclination, using Runes in their transcendent function is also great relief. Understanding them connects you to a broader facet of our past. You may not have to believe in their power, but I can tell you, even on a merely manifest plain, their use will bring you power. Runes are intriguing, people are curious. A great conversation starter. They will connect you to the past, and give you the ability to operate in riddles that a native language never will. Learning a mystery forces your brain to open pathways and expand creativity.
Learn a language. Being multilingual opens doors. My second language, however roughly I speak and write it, is German. I know some French as well. But conditioning your brain to allow for thoughts in adaptive languages not only increases your higher brain functions by forging new neural relays, it increases your appreciation for your English mother tongue. You learn a lot about your culture by becoming immersed in someone else’s. And, obviously, it allows you to communicate with our European cousins from said language without forcing them to lean on English as a crutch. My experience with Germans is that they love to be spoken to in German, and are often wistful to hear it – especially emigrants from Deutschland.
Adjust your wardrobe to reflect your lineage, or your interest! Don’t let those smarmy, gender bent imbeciles at the fashion industrial complex get you down. Accessorise with real pride! Celts: invest in Tartan. In each weave there is a Clan’s tale, an intricate history. Argyle is another. Elsewhere I’ve bent your ear about the importance of clothing telling a story, well, each lineage has its own important relic. Dignify your image. You don’t have to go full Lederhosen, but even a little widget of ancestral pride makes your humdrum days seem less burthensome in the mongrelsphere. Another schadenfreud aspect of this is this; by dressing accordingly, especially by reclaiming our ethnic symbols as our own, then the sick Liberals who claim them as Universalist fetishes will inevitably abandon them for fear of guilt through association with ‘intolerants.’
There are cultural festivals. These are great places to broach important ethnic interests, for one. And secondly, they’re great fun. Greek Festivals, Celtic Festivals, Italian Heritage Weeks are all things that even Liberal New England has. There are German Weeks in the Mid-West, there are Midsommarblots in Nordic blocs. Odds are there are at *least* a handful of souls that are bull bore into their heritage, or appreciate said heritage enough to be passionate about it. Think of them as discussion forums, and breeding grounds for cultural resurgence.
I don’t think I need to leave you with a ‘why’ segment for this article. We, Whites, need our culture. We need more, we need better. There is no shame in reaching for the Overman, wherever he may be, and however we may become Him. While we can never forget the grave physical reality of our struggle; issues of foreign domination through a largely Jewish media and economic sphere, invasions by dark, savage immigrants… largely invited and instigated through Jewish lobbies and co-opted White liberal sects that drown out dissent through the sound of their nagging. Oh, there is sexual dysfunction and social disease. You name it, we’re dealing with it… But! Recognising these things does not fill the void of what is needed to defend against them.
In order to defeat our enemies and cure our ills, we must have something to defend. Something more than the Wal-Mart American and the Americanised Continental. European culture is beautiful and needs no help to shine. American culture would have been an extension of this, and should be again. What both do need, is the venue and the self-awareness, the permission to glow.
None of this is a question is of divesting gobs of time. It won’t take away from activism, or weaken your resolve, it won’t destroy family time, or rob you of your hobbies. The amount of time it takes to cultivate implicit Whiteness can be done in the same span of time it takes to read a newspaper, watch TV, walk the dog. Consider the “Renegade Replacement” commercial and run from there. In the end, the more you know your White ancestry, family and nucleus, the more you will realise what stands to be lost if we are replaced by false diversity and forced multiculturalism.
Source Article from http://www.renegadetribune.com/reclaiming-implicit-whiteness/
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