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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Barbarians at the Gates

It is said that hard times create hard men.  It is all so said that times of good and plenty create soft men.  The soft men believe that the good times will never end, so much so that they put the hard men on a shelf where they eventually die and are not replaced.  These soft ones believe that the barbarians at the gates can and will be placated by negotiations, or appeasement.  History tells a different story.  

Almost always, when the serious aggressor was bought off, he came back for more the next year or within the next generation.  They did not cease taking until they themselves were eliminated.  Hard men came forth and eliminated the aggressor; they did what had to be done to preserve their way of life.  

Those that wish to conquer, convert, and subjugate entire civilizations have no intention of living in frith.  They can have their nose broken and bloodied only to return home and raise up many more like them, like amber waves of grain; they rabidly procreate and instill hatred within their children against anything that is not exactly like them.  All the while, the soft men amuse themselves with games.  But there are other distractions.  

For many they are not real distractions.  One can hardly believe that working like a dog to put on the table and pay the bills is a distraction.  Rather, it is an obligation.  And in the western world, it often takes two, husband and wife, to meet these obligations.  Children are put off, until "things get better." When things do  "get better," most feel like they are too old to have children.  The stress of making a living is just one reason why people are not having children; there are others but suffice to say that people in the western world are too exhausted, mentally and physically to fuck.  And fucking is required to have kids.  It is unfortunate that too often people reach for hand held electronic devices when they are exhausted.  These toys do not need any foreplay to get you off, something not lost on the "barbarians at the gates."  

                                                  Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Requiem for Charlemagne

In the past I've written about this man with blunt disdain, while coming to grips with the idea that he could be one of my ancestors.  To  me, he was a genocidal maniac who did what he did under the guise of "conquering the heathen and bringing him to Christ."  It appears that was probably a smoke screen picked up and promoted by the Church.  

During, before, and even after Charlemagne's life rulers ranging from chieftains to kings did not have a formal tax code to raise revenue; this came along much later.  These men had to pay their retainers/armies in order to remain in power.  Without any income, they had to get the cash from somewhere.  And that somewhere involved invading the neighboring countries and taking everything they could carry home with them.  It's often referred to as "booty," and Charlemagne was very good at taking whatever he needed from whomever had it.  According to the Royal Frankish Annals, the Saxons had much to take.  

The Saxons of the time were a stubborn lot and hated the Frankish kingdom and Charlemagne.  They wanted to be free of him and his religion.  For thirty years they struggled (the 30 year Saxon war) but had to surrender against superior numbers and munitions.  The Annals report on many occasions how the rich booty taken from the Saxons enriched Charlemagne's treasury.  These same Annals tells us that Charlemagne was constantly out campaigning, waging war, to keep his coffers full.  It appears that the bigger the ambition, the more is taken from others.  But not all that was taken was booty.  

In October 782 at a place known as Verden, Charlemagne rounded up 4,500 Saxons and executed them.  Often the reason reported and one that I have previously written about was the Saxon's rejection of Christianity and returning to their heathen religion and folkway.  That's the small potatoes, even a glossy window dressing.  The reason, possibly the only reason was that Charlemagne thought those 4,500 Saxons to be oath-breakers who deserved to die.  He felt that they rejected him (not Christianity) and that was a gross offense.  So he killed them.  It did not matter who the 4,500 Saxons were; they were Saxon and that was good enough.  He now had the "excuse" to continue the rape and plunder of Saxony.  During Charlemagne's life, the Saxons suffered the most.  And they just wanted to be free.  

It must be now said that history looks at men like Charlemagne in a positive light, while keeping his murderous activities in the closet.  History is written by the victors who prefer it this way.  So it is preferred to look at, say the Vikings, as barbarians, based on the victor's comments.  So too the Roman Legions and the victory of Arminius in the Teutoburg Forest.  But as we push through time, history, like archaeology gets the proper brush and trowel treatment to reveal the real truths.  

The "requiem" used in the title is usually defined as a Catholic Church term regarding a mass said for the soul of the dead.  I wonder if the Church has said masses for Charlemagne?  And since they went along with this butcher, have they said masses for themselves?  You see, it's always about the money.

The above photo is supposedly where the slaughter of 10/782 took place.           

                                             Copyright @2017 Terry Unger  

Saturday, April 8, 2017

On Anguish, Grief, and Loss

A wallet with contents lost can be replaced.  With insurance, automobiles and homes after loss suffered can be and are replaceable.  Even fortunes gained and then lost can be replaced with planning and the right daring - do.  But the loss of a loved one, especially a child, is something that cannot be replaced.  It is as if the Midgard Serpent, Jormungandr, surrounds the human heart and squeezes the life from you.  Though sometimes, if we read the Lore literally, comfort and guidance can be found.  Balder died.  

The Bright and Beautiful One, thought invincible, was murdered (the actual physical action) by one believed to be capable of nothing.  The murder was unexpected and it was a shock.  

All-Father Odin believed that Balder's death was the greatest blow ever dealt to Gods and men; Odin and Frigg were heavy with grief.  At his funeral, Balder's wife Nanna, so grieved him that she dropped dead on the spot and then joined him on his funeral pyre.  And Balder's brother Hermod failed in his mission to gain easy release from Hel (we all go to Hel, even if for a brief period).  The Nine Worlds suffered not just from Balder's death, but from the Gods' lack of attention; the Multiverse was filled with grief.  But when Odin and Frigg reached a certain point in their suffering, they knew it was time to return to their godly responsibilities.  Following this example the other Gods returned to work.  This point can be called acceptance.  

Balder will remain in his spacious Hall within Hel until the aftermath of Ragnarok is wiped clean - a new beginning for the Nine Worlds.  Nothing can be done to alter this situation.  Balder is not coming back.  Odin and Frigg accepted this fact and returned to their godly business.  

This acceptance does not mean that they as parents do not still grieve.  It does not mean that their pain is gone or that they have forgotten their beautiful son.  It means that they have embraced the loss along with the still accompanying anguish, grief, and heart squeezing pain.  

This is a hard example to follow for anyone who has lost a child.  It is painful; letting go seems like forever.  As time moves on, the life of the lost child seems almost surreal, but it is not.  The dull pain and sense of  loss persist.  It does not leave.  But to muddle through and find joy and happiness in other things, one must follow the example of All-Father and Mother Frigg - as hard as that may be. 

          In Loving Memory of Erik "the Red" Terrysson.  Gone to Soon but Not Ever Forgotten.  

                                                  Copyright @2017 Terry Unger


Thursday, March 2, 2017

Be Wary of the Old Man

He may seem a bit senile to you, as he sits on his porch and sips beer  from a long neck bottle.  You may notice the slight limp in his gait as he walks his dog.  And, you cannot control your giggle as he adjusts his hearing aid to hear if you spoke of anything important.  But the old man did not get this old by being stupid.  

The old man witnessed the birth of his children and delights in watching his grandchildren grow.  But the old man has also buried more family and friends than he cares to discuss.  The old man knows about loss.  

He lost one job or more and went out and found others; and money lost due to poor planning. The old man celebrated a few victories but they were made bitter sweet by more failures.  At this point in his life, the old man knows how not to lose.  And, he will fight to keep what he has, right down to the beer he sips from a long neck bottle on his porch.  

It is a foolish thing to count the old man out of the game.  Far from it.  He is still an active player.  He has the experience, gained over decades of loss and small victories to know how not to lose.  Try and take from the old man what is his - he will come at you like a junk yard dog.  Because, he knows how and will not lose sleep over it.  Years of experience far outweigh a few years of being on the honor role.  If you try, when the dust settles, the old man will go back to his porch and sip beer from long neck bottles.  The beer will taste especially good to him as he watches you limp off the scene.  

You may feel offended.  For what?  You started an altercation and were bested - you lost.  An altercation best avoided if you showed the old man respect.  Not just the respect due his age, but the obvious respect due his decades of experience.  What part of "respect your elders" is lost on you? Since when on this planet did youth have all the hard and tough answers?  The lessons learned from some pain and suffering?   The experience that can be shared, passed on, but once pissed on, sharing anything with you is likely lost.  This shit happens when political correctness and multiculturalism are followed.  You lose.  You lose your culture, your heritage, and your personal identity while your Ancestors shed tears over your poor choices.  Now the old man will laugh at you, as he sits on his porch and sips beer from long neck bottles.  

                                                  Copyright @2017 Terry Unger  

Friday, February 24, 2017

Urdabrunnr and You

Within the Germanic Lore, Urdabrunnr is Urda's Well, the Well of Wyrd.  Urda, and the other two Norns Verdandi and Skuld, daily gather to water the roots of the World Tree with the water from the Well, that is located directly beneath the Tree.  After the watering is complete, the three Norns pack mud around the base of the World Tree to complete their daily task  of nourishment and preservation.  It is important to know of what that water and mud consists.   

Cattle die, and kinsmen  die......and so one dies one's self.
But a noble name , will never die, if good renown one gets.  
(Havamal, verse 77, Bellows translation)

It is a truth spoken when said that our words and deeds are our orlog.  Threads, or planks of our actions, orlog, are woven together creating our wyrd, our destiny.  This all takes place in Urda's Well: our individual wyrd becomes a part of the Waters of Urda's Well.  In so doing, our wyrd becomes interlocked with the wyrd of others.  Yes, our words and actions are affects that effect the lives of others, in the present and future, as does the Wyrd of the past effect us in the present.  Like it or not, this is truth.  It is Wyrd.  The ready example is the Norns taking the Water from the Well and nourishing the World Tree.  And the Tree supports Nine Worlds.  

It is in no way a stretch to think or say that Wyrd, personal and collective, effects generations unborn, especially those connected in a collective DNA chain.  It does.  And in no way is it a stretch to think that, since the World Tree "is watered daily from Urda's Well," that Wyrd, personal and collective also effects the infinite of the Nine Worlds.  It does.  The reverse, that coming from the other Worlds also effects us.  So then, a question waits.  

Should we, at least as individuals, strive to create better orlog/wyrd?  When we shine, so do our Ancestors, descendants, and Gods.  Thus the reason for the Havamal verse above......But a noble name, will never die, if good renown it gets.  

                                                  Copyright @2017 Terry Unger


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Single Mindedness

It is the necessary thing to achieve any goal.  Single mindedness is the focus, the action that brings results.  Belief in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy (a bit of sarcasm) will never accomplish anything in life except unfulfilled desires.  When the bubble finally breaks and the truth revealed, it comes down to plan and execution.  No plan equals nothing fulfilled.  

You cannot expect something from nothing.  A goal must be set and a path to bring fruition plotted out - this is also known as a plan.  The plan must be flexible to accommodate change - because even the best plans will stumble across something not previously considered.  This falls under the heading of "shit happens."  

If single mindedness, unrelenting focus on the plan is used, the plan to reach the goal becomes the purpose of action.  It can easily accommodate the "shit happens" stuff that happens along the path to achieving the goal.  

Living in the 21st century has its distractions but single mindedness, focusing on the plan to bring about the goal and the goal itself can be practiced by meditation and visualization.  Yes, it can be that simple.  But you need to quite yourself and reach within.  This requires putting down the gaming controls, turning off the television, and muting the smart phone - for 15 minutes a day.  Santa, the Bunny, and some Fairy may have brought you all of those mind numbing electronics, but they sure as hell will not plan your plan bring it to fruition.  That's up to you.  So practice single mindedness, soon.  

                                                    Copyright @2017 Terry Unger   


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