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Saturday, December 30, 2017

A Blast From Nick Hammer - Body Parts



Nick and Magda managed to get some sleep but nothing to brag about.  Magda was in the office making coffee while Nick took a needed shower.  Two of Doc Hansen’s ex-wives club walked through the door with panic written on their faces. 
          “We need to see Hammer immediately,” Jackie stammered.  Jaime stood there and just shook her head. 
          “Hammer is currently unavailable.  What can I help you with?” Magda asked. 
          “We need to see Hammer,” Jackie insisted. 
          “Nick and I are partners.  We are working your case, together.  Whatever you want to tell Nick you can tell me.”  
          “No … you don’t get it!  We want Hammer!” 
          “Okay … alright … I see,” Mags said.  Magda got up from her chair and stood in the archway between the office and house.  “Hey Nick! Can you move it along?  Two thirds of the ex-wives club is here and will only talk to you.”  Mags turned back and faced Jaime and Jackie.  “So ladies, how’s that?  Hammer will be with you when he’s finished.  Take a seat …” 
          Jackie whispered to Jaime, “You see, I told you he’s boning her …” 
          Magda looked directly at the two women and said, “Let me tell you two twats something.  There’s nothin’ wrong with my hearing, nothing.   Hammer and I are business partners.  

            Copyright Terry Unger 2017  All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Nick Hammer - Body Parts ... A Taste


Luke Hansen rented a vehicle when he hunted his victims.  He picked up Billy and they went off in search of some poor soul that Luke believed would not be missed.  Billy Rhoades did his best to avoid small talk but sometimes he had to put up with it. 
          “Hey Billy,” Luke said.  “What are you doin’ with your share of the money?” 
          “Why the hell is that important to you?” 
          “Maybe you need some investment advice …” 
          “From y’all … I don’t think so.” 
          “You’re an ungrateful shit, Billy.” 
          “And you are gonna put us on death row, waitin’ for a lethal injection.” 
          “Awh Billy … relax, you worry too much … now looky over there … looks like we have this evening’s contender.  Go do your thing …” 
          Billy did what he did best – talk.  In a few minutes Billy’s smooth words about a hot meal, a few bucks, and clean clothes put the homeless man into Luke’s vehicle.  It only took the good doctor seconds to inject his victim with the deadly venom.  

           Copyright 2017 Terry Unger  All Rights Reserved

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Body Parts - Nick Hammer





It was another court day for the Doc Hansen’s ex-wives club.  They were hungry.  If the bastard can buy a brand new custom made Camaro, he’s got money for us.  That’s what they thought.  That’s not what they got. 
          They failed to prove that Dr. Luke Hansen had any other real disposable income.  With federal tax returns in hand, Luke’s attorney proved that his income was damned near stagnant for the past three years.  The court did not care if Luke had a new car or not.  His income had not changed.  The members of the ex-wives club came up empty. 
          “Come on girls,” Joclyn moaned.  “We’ll go to Boudicca’s and figure something out.” 
          The staff at Boudicca’s never saw the ex-wives looking so glum.  Their first round of drink was on the house. 
          Jackie said, “I can’t believe that judge was so cold to us.” 
          “Sugar … he wasn’t cold, he was right.  We need to get the dirty details of Luke’s where-abouts … how he is makin’ his extra money,” Joclyn stated. 
          “People are talkin’ at Kroger … about Luke … they said he has a boat … at Kemah … he calls it … My 3X Wives,” Jaime meekly said. 
          Almost in two part harmony, Joclyn and Jackie yelped, “Luke’s got a boat?”  

     Copyright Terry Unger 2017 All Rights Reserved

Monday, December 11, 2017

Published ... Nick Hammer - Body Parts



                             Available Now - Amazon and Kindle USA.

                              Available Amazon Europe - 3 to 5 days.  

                     Stand alone bookstores and libraries - 6 to 8 weeks 


“You put in me a really bad position Luke,” Perry lamented. 
          “Don’t fret so much little bro … y’all worry too much … always did.  This is what we’re gonna do … Perry, you just relax … Billy here is gonna do all the grunt work.  Billy, you take what’s left of my good friend here and cremate him … Perry told me you’re really good at that stuff.  Burn his clothes too but make sure you get any ID the guy had on him … we’ll figure out a way to sell it.  Believe me, nobody will miss this guy.  Perry, don’t stroke out on me, even though there’s a doctor in the house.”  Luke chuckled at his word craft. 
          The organ buyer arrived and handsomely paid Dr. Hansen in cash.  Luke set the final hook for his brother, Perry.  He handed Perry a stack of cash. 
          “This is yours bro … think of it as a rental or use of space fee.  If you want Billy to have a few bucks, do it out of your share.  He’s not getting a dime from me.” 

          Luke watched as his brother counted the money.  When finished, Perry put aside what appeared to be a third.  The rest he stuffed into his pants pocket.  Luke held on to a thin smile; so much for my brother being a paragon of virtue.    

           Copyright Terry Unger 2017 All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

My Books - Great Gifts





Give the gift of reading this holiday.  My books make great gifts.  Read them once, read them twice.  They are gifts that keep on giving.  Just click on the titles on the right for the book you want.  Amazon takes your order and ships your gift.     

                         Books Copyrighted Terry Unger  - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Holiday Gifts





My books make great gifts!  This holiday, give the gift of reading. Just click on the titles on the right side of this blog. Invite Nick and Mags into your home for the Holidays!!!  Yule be glad you did!!!

Nick Hammer - Blood Money and Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls Copyright 2017 Terry Unger  All Rights Reserved.  

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Body Parts



    NICK HAMMER - BODY PARTS ... Coming Soon !!! 


The hand write for ... Nick Hammer - Body Parts ... is complete and my five step process towards publishing has begun.  I am shooting for an on or before 12/15/2017 release date.  Keep watching for more updates!    

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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Reviews ... Nick Hammer - Blood Money & Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls






Reviews … Nick Hammer – Blood Money & Nick Hammer – The Lost Girls 

By on September 15, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition
Blood Money is a quick book that you can read in a few hours, but the author packed in the drama and character development. This book kept me hooked, turning each page to find out what happened next. I can't wait to see what Nick and Mags tackle next.


5.0 out of 5 stars  Engaging Private Eye
By on October 21, 2017
Format: Paperback|Verified Purchase
This crime novella is indeed a page-turner. Nick Hammer is a crusty, beer-drinking ex-cop with a cold case to solve and an ax to grind. Despite his gruff exterior, Hammer is a decent man and a likeable character. The repartee between him and his reluctantly accepted partner is entertaining; the story combines wit and suspense in an engaging combination.


By on 7 November 2017
Format: Paperback|Verified Purchase
Great book! So easy to read but at the same time I wanted to take it really slow as I didn’t want it to end. Really happy there is another one out “The Lost Girls”. Highly recommend it!


5.0 out of 5 stars A Really Nasty Business
By on 3 November 2017 - Published on Amazon.com
Verified Purchase
This novella starts with a very dysfunctional family, a member of which has gotten involved in a nasty business. She’s just a cog in the machine, however, of a major sex-slave market operation. Nick Hammer and his trusty side-kick Mags Gomez get pulled into the case, indirectly by their mystery helpers from a previous case. We find out more about Watershed, while Hammer and Gomez start investigating the case of a missing teenager, which ends up costing Gomez a lot. The working relationship between the two heroes develops, and the banter between the two of them, and between these uninhibited Texans and their more urbane clients is entertaining. The action is fast-paced, making this a fun, just-one-more-chapter read. 

The first three reviews are for Blood Money.  The fourth review is for The Lost Girls.  All reviews can be found on Amazon.  

                                                Terry Unger 2017

                                

Thursday, November 2, 2017

A Nibble From ... The Lost Girls & Nick Hammer




Tiffany Johnson regained consciousness just to find herself in another cage.  Unlike her confinement in Texas she was able to move around.  And again, she was not alone. 
          A voice that belonged to one of her new companions explained to her that they left the port of Charleston many hours ago and were going to Liverpool to be auctioned to the highest bidder.  There were a total of seven girls in the container.  They were given a large cooler with sandwiches and four cases of water.   Two five gallon piss buckets and a package of toilet paper sat in the rear corner.  A small lantern with energy almost drained provided them with an eerie light. 
          Tiffany had nothing but time on her hands to think about her miserable future.  She and the other girls were to be sold, like cattle at an auction.  To what end?  Breeding stock or just for sexual pleasure?  How does a girl get used to that?  What did I do to get into this mess?  But Tiffany damned well knew who initially took her:  that shithead Jessie Mae Martin.  Tiffany tried to sleep but gave serious thought to ending her life.  

   Copyright Terry Unger @2017  All Rights Reserved

Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Lost Girls ... and Nick Hammer





Tiffany Johnson woke from the pain in her mouth.  The inside of her lower lip was sore and she tasted blood.  Tiffany was not alone. 
          The effects of the fentanyl had worn off and she counted five other girls in the room.  But it was not a room.  It was a storage locker with a large orange garage type door.  There were two five gallon buckets and some toilet paper in the left rear corner.  As Tiffany’s head cleared, she talked with the other girls. 
          They girls came from all stations in life.  All had bar code tattoos on their lower inside lip.  None had any recollection when that happened.  The girls wept when they recalled their sale into slavery.  Soon, one said, a man would come with food for all of them.  Sometime after that, the same girl said, one of them would be drugged and taken away.  She saw it happen to three other girls.  The speaker was asked their destination – she was clueless.  Then came a jangling noise at the door.  

                     Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Sunday, October 22, 2017

A Snack ... From ... Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls







Mr. White spent the better part of his day playing golf with two influential people.  White never cared for the game.  Whacking a little ball around manicured grass was something he could live without.  But he was not playing for himself; he was playing for Watershed.  This was his bi-monthly golf outing with his state’s senior U.S. Senator and a ranking member of the U.S. House of Representatives.  Watershed has quite a bit of dirt on both of them.  If an everyday Joe would commit the least of these offenses and get caught, Joe would see the inside of a prison.  But so far, White had no cause to leverage either one of these men.  They always bought him lunch and dropped tid-bits of information that could prove useful in the future.  
          The luncheon followed the usual pattern:  the Senator and Congressman enjoyed a liquid lunch while White listened.  At some point they would chide him about his golf game.  When this chiding ended, they kidded him about his Watershed Group being some kind of spy agency.  White had no problem laughing along with them about that.   If these fools only knew the truth.   Soon, the Senator and Congressman, plied with alcohol, began to discuss things that really should be kept behind closed doors.  It was during these moments that White intently listened.  

            Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Thursday, October 19, 2017

A Sample, Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls





A sample from Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls ...

None of this data gave White any measure of solace.  It made him angry, at a level he had not felt in years.   Motherfuckers   But, after looking harder at the data, White saw that, at least in the States, slaving had a few components.  
          The first component was local, where the victim was taken.  The second component was regional, a type of distributorship.  The distributor auctioned his ‘property’ to another, the third component.  It was this third component that shipped their new ‘property’ out of the country and auctioned it off to the highest and final bidder.  It was not just girls and young women who were taken. 
          Pre-adolescent and teenaged boys were snatched to fulfill some sick bastard’s cravings.  White saw enough.  He went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a tall glass of whiskey which he swallowed without taking a breath.  He then had his assistant find Sean McMann.  He was not hard to locate.  He was in the building. 
          The old man briefed McMann on the recent data. 
          “Mr. White … sir … this is sickening.  It’s heinous,” McMann said.  “I could kill this scum myself and not lose any sleep.” 
          “Yes, as could I … tell me about Hammer and Magda Gomez.” 
          “They’re meeting with the Wilson’s soon.  They have no idea about the other girls ...

                     Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls....Published




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                         Author’s Foreword 

Nick Hammer – Blood Money dealt with horrific murder, drugs, greed, and obsessive behavior.  Nick Hammer – The Lost Girls focuses on child abduction and sex slavery.  It is something that cannot be denied.  This is a problem worldwide and strikes all social strata, rich or poor.  If the children are cute, handsome, and naïve they can fall victim to these predators. 
          The story begins in Texas and ends in England.  As an author, I feel that I did my best in portraying the great lengths that these predators will go to be successful in the sex slave trade.  Enjoy the story and by all means, guard your children. Terry Unger, 17 October, 2017

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 Mr. White spent the better part of his day playing golf with two influential people.  White never cared for the game.  Whacking a little ball around manicured grass was something he could live without.  But he was not playing for himself; he was playing for Watershed.  This was his bi-monthly golf outing with his state’s senior U.S. Senator and a ranking member of the U.S. House of Representatives.  Watershed has quite a bit of dirt on both of them.  If an everyday Joe would commit the least of these offenses and get caught, Joe would see the inside of a prison.  But so far, White had no cause to leverage either one of these men.  They always bought him lunch and dropped tid-bits of information that could prove useful in the future.  
          The luncheon followed the usual pattern:  the Senator and Congressman enjoyed a liquid lunch while White listened.  At some point they would chide him about his golf game.  When this chiding ended, they kidded him about his Watershed Group being some kind of spy agency.  White had no problem laughing along with them about that.   If these fools only knew the truth.   Soon, the Senator and Congressman, plied with alcohol, began to discuss things that really should be kept behind closed doors. 

                  Copyright 2017 Terry Unger 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Our Visit to Sutton Hoo



When walking the grounds, you can feel the specialness of this place.  It is quiet, save the wind rustling through the trees.  The ages speak to you, from the silence of the mounds.  It is a holy place, as it was meant to be.  A 'hoo' is the plateau, the flat spot on the top of a hill.  The trees that grow today where not present over 1,400 years ago - there were well hewn, to clear the view below from the River Deben.  A traveler could look up at the greatness in reverence from almost a mile.   

The discoveries that began in 1938 dispelled two things.  The mounds were not remaining Roman earthworks.  And that the northern Germanic peoples were grossly ignorant, living in mud huts.  The discoveries showed a vibrant, colorful culture punctuated by artifacts from distant lands.  These are facts.  

The Deben Estuary was an ideal waterway for trade with all of Scandinavia, northern Europe, and even the Mediterranean.  As an example of the reach, the garnets in King Raedwald's gold jewelry came from India.  The silver and bronze bowls are Coptic, and come from the eastern Mediterranean.  Then we have the workmanship and craftsmanship of the Saxons.   

King Raedwald's burial ship was a used clinker built craft that probably saw service in the North Sea and beyond.  The clinker boats were the original 'shift boats' of their time.  This particular craft was 90 feet long and measured  16 feet amidships.  It had to be his personal ship - the people dragged it one mile uphill to bury him.  The King's jewelry was all handmade with extensive filigree work depicting animals and men.  For the time, the King's military equipment was state of the art.  His sword, a pattern welded sword, is one of the best to be found.  The military gear sat in stark contrast to the neatly folded, colorful stacks of woven fabric.  Raedwald's personal drinking horns were included in the burial, believed to be from the extinct Aurochs.  

There is much more that I could write in this small venue, but rather than write, I encourage you to investigate Sutton Hoo for yourself.  But there is one thing that needs to be written.  The King was buried with his dinner service.  Nine solid silver plates and spoons.  What mud hut culture uses a dinner service made from silver?  

                                                      


                                                          Copyright @2017 Terry Unger








Sunday, September 17, 2017

A Final Spoonful of My Book, Nick Hammer - Blood Money





Hammer wasn’t in the mood for Magda’s less than subtle verbiage; the mosquitoes were eating him alive.  “I’m outside.  So our guy rents a vehicle at 3:00AM.   What’s your take on this, Mags?” 
          “He’s doing something at this time to minimize his chances of getting caught.” 
          “Yes rookie, he is,” Nick said.  “John Howard or what ever his real name is came back for two reasons.  He ran out of cash.  He took some with him but not enough.  He blew through what he took, that’s why he used the credit card.  Now he’s back for the rest of his stash.  He didn’t put it in a bank – to many reed flags.  More than likely he put it in a storage locker, someplace innocent and out of the way.” 
          “So we need to saddle our horses and find this guy.” 
          “We will.  But we’re not gonna spin our wheels looking for his stash locker.  There’s just way too many of these things.  By the time we find it Howard will be long gone or Sonia finds him first and kills him.  We lose both of them.” 
          “Alright, so what’s the plan, boss man?  What are we gonna do?” 
          “Not we.  Just me.  The second reason he came back is in Kemah.  I’m gonna go check out the roller coaster in Kemah.”  

          Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

A Tasty Morsel From My Last Book, Nick Hammer - Blood Money





Humans have intuitive ability that manifests itself in various ways.  Sean McMann called it ‘his gut feeling.’  He finished some pending business for Watershed in Austin and on the way to the airport, ‘his gut’ told him to swing down to Houston to touch base with Hammer.  Just a drop by to say hello so that Hammer knew   Watershed had not abandoned him. 
          McMann was eating his burger at the counter and enjoying it.  When Nick and Magda walked through the door, they couldn’t believe their luck. 
          “Hey Southie, how ya’ll doin’,” Nick said. 
          “I thought you would be here Mr. Hammer.  I just wanted to let you know that Watershed hasn’t forgotten you.” 
          “Don’t see how they could, Sean.  Yeah, your bugs, you turd, tell all. Why don’t you come back to our table and enjoy your meal with Mags and me.” 
          “Thank you Mr. Hammer that would be lovely.” 
          Nick left Sean slide into the booth first; he followed.  Magda sat opposite McMann.  He was trapped. 
          “Now tell me you piece of pond scum,” Nick said. “How did you shits plant those listening devices in my office and bedroom?”  

                           copyright @2017 Terry Unger 


Saturday, September 2, 2017

Another Bite of My New Book, Nick Hammer - Blood Money






Sonia was at her estate, well past Tampico’s city limits.  Lounging almost naked by the pool, she briefly thought about her life before all the money.  Growing up on the streets, you take what you can when you can take it, without regrets.  Just like now, but on a larger and more profitable scale.  Living like that, dirt poor, was no longer an option for Sonia.  Never again.  She had more money than she could ever spend.  She loved her body; the best Brazilian boob, ass, labiaplasty, and face lift money could buy.  If I was a man, she thought, this is the kind of body I’d want to fuck.  While admiring herself, the maid brought her the mail – nothing but junk.  It was enough to bring her back to business.  Sonia picked up her satellite telephone and punched in a number. 
          The voice on the other end said, “Ola jefe.” 
          “Did you turn up anything on that cocksucker, Julio Rivera,” Sonia said. 
          “The trail went cold in Galveston a while ago, jefe.  He went to ground, somewhere.” 
          “Dammit,” Sonia said.  “I’m spending a ton of cash trying to find that piece of shit.  Something’s gotta pop up soon.”  The real truth – Sonia only paid Nick and her man on the other end of the line.  But her man did not need to know that.  


                                 copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Thursday, August 31, 2017

A Little Piece of Nick Hammer - Blood Money



“Nick, please!  I need your help!” 
          “And who the hell is gonna help me if my head explodes?” 
          “Come on, Nick!  Help me!”  Sonia’s breasts started to heave and tears began to well up in her eyes.  It was something that did not go unnoticed by Nick Hammer.  She asked to use Nick’s restroom and he directed her to the bathroom right before his bedroom.  Sonia placed another little something in a far away spot in Nick’s bedroom.  When she returned, he started in on her again. 
          “Do you have any idea what you are asking me to do?  Lady, I don’t think you have a dad gum clue.” 
          “What would your poppa think of you refusing this case?  The Hammer men were always on the side of duty and honor.” 
          Oh shit, Nick thought.  She pulled the family card.  “Maybe they’d say … save your own ass Nick!” 
          “We both know that’s not true.” 
          As attractive as she was, Sonia pissed him off.  Out of shear desperation he said, “It’s Tuesday.  Come back this time Thursday.  I will let you know then if I will take this case.” 
          “Are you putting me off?”  


                   Copyright @2017 Terry Unger 

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Visit My Updated Blog !!!






People have asked me, Terry where can I buy your books?  So I give them all the info to find them on Amazon.  Some folks get lost.  I made it easier to buy my Books!  Come to my blog spot. Now it's user friendly.  All the books are there.  Just click on the Title and you are on the book's Amazon Page.  Easy.  

Monday, August 21, 2017

Nick Hammer - Blood Money is Published






Now available on Amazon and Kindle.  I am told that by Friday the book will be available on Amazon world-wide and in a few weeks, expanded distribution (book stores).  

                             Author’s Foreword 

When I began writing years ago, I wrote for myself.  It was extremely gratifying.  Then I got away from all of that and began to write for other people, or rather what I thought other people wanted to read.  That was a mistake, one that I shall not repeat.  In this novella, I introduce a special character, Nick Hammer. 
          Nick is a cop turned private detective, and he is far from perfect.  He lives in the real world of drugs, deception, murder, and general mayhem – it is not a fantasy existence of sugar plums, unicorns, and sweet gum drops.  Hammer eats, drinks, and shits in this, his everyday world.  Although he is a fictional character, he reacts to this world like any sane person.  Sometimes that reaction is verbiage that contains words like ‘fuck’ and more.  His companions too, share similar dispositions. 
          Yes, the characters are fictional, produced by my imagination.  But, the world they live in, our world - is real.  Only people living under a rock can deny the reality of the ugliness and at the same time, the beauty of our world.  The reader can expect to experience the best and worst of human behavior.  I made Nick Hammer and his companions to last.  Expect to see more of Hammer. 


                            Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

Saturday, August 19, 2017

New Book - Coming Soon





                                                                  Coming  Soon

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Personal Musings about ALU - ULA


1st July, 2017

A rune master I am not.  The things confuse me.  At one moment I think they are just an alphabet.  Then I think about my ancestors.  In many cases, anything written that contained more than one interpretation could hold magical properties.  It should not come as a surprise for Heathens that Galdr, the singing of runes was used to bring about desired effects.  Above is a simple wood burning. I will refer to it within the body below.   

The  two Ansuz runes are joined together at their vertical staffs.  The regular interpretation for Ansuz is 'gods.'  Is it possible that in ALU - ULA the double Ansuz could mean one God?  The Rune Master Supreme?  Wodan/Odin?

The two Laguz runes also are joined by their vertical staffs.  Laguz usually is interpreted as 'water,' and sometimes 'leeks.'  Water is needed to sustain all life, be it human, animal, or vegetation.  Leeks were used by our ancestors in healing potions.

The  Uruz runes too are joined at their vertical staffs.  The  normal interpretation for Uruz  is 'aurochs,'  The wild untamed bovine beast that is now extinct.  The  Auroch was incredibly strong.  So Uruz symbolizes strength.  But could it also represent strong mental capability?  A strong mind?

When considering ALU - ULA, is it possible that it could be a runic/galdr formula?  One that asks the Gods for health, spiritual cleansing, and strength of mind and body?  Or a union with the Gods on a higher level to obtain the same?  Heady questions that demand personal inquiry.  






Monday, June 5, 2017

Thor Goes Fishing




It can be said that offering prayer is a rather puerile attempt to deal with real situations.  Also, it can be said that modern people who say they "will pray for you" offer a puerile attempt to make the afflicted person feel better while at the same time giving the speaker of such a sense that they did something - without getting personally involved.  Prayer also gives those who offer it a sense of personal divine connection and a false sense of self-importance.  But prayer will not stop the barbarians at the gates (see my post 5/10/2017 - Barbarians at the Gates).  The God Thor, protector of Midgard, shows us that there are times when hard men are necessary.  

The Lore tells us of a time when Thor went fishing with the giant, Hymir.  The giant did not and would not provide Thor with bait.  So Thor killed Hymir's biggest Ox and cut off its head for bait - to catch and kill Jormungardr, the Midgard Serpent.  Hymir never cared much for Thor, and he was not thrilled with losing his biggest Ox.  Thor baits his hook and Jormungardr strikes.  

The battle is ferocious.  But Hymir the Giant is scared shitless.  Thor manages to pull the head of the Serpent into the boat.  As he reaches for his Hammer to kill Jormungardr, the scared shitless Hymir cuts the fishing line, freeing the beast.  Thor is furious at losing the opportunity to kill the enemy of Midgard and tosses Hymir overboard.  In a later tale within the Lore, Thor kills Hymir.  The lessons of this tale should be clear.  

First, do what is necessary to eliminate the threat.  Be wary of your allies.  And, stay focused on the cause.  Finally, know and understand that there will be loss - none of which  can be categorized as "acceptable" ( for the sake of this post, it matters not if you believe that Ragnarok is a "Christian edition" to the Lore.  That tale tells us Thor meets the Serpent Jormungardr for the third time.  Thor kills the beast.  After taking nine steps backward, he falls dead from the serpent's poison).   

When it's finally over, do not offer up prayers.  Raise horns and praise to the fallen who brought down the Serpent.  

                                                     Copyright @2017 Terry Unger 





  

Saturday, June 3, 2017

What Are You Thinking?



Life is not easy; it is not supposed to be.  Regardless of current station in life, we are faced with varying degrees of frustration, torment, and stress.  And, the poor man may suffer less, depending on his point of view than his Daddy Big Bucks neighbor.  This is, of course, relative to the individual - his wyrd.  But what do you think about when you are pressed and stressed?  Are you totally consumed by what is pressing on your heart and mind?  Do you get caught up in the peripherals of the problem or do you become overwhelmed by it?  Or does the apparent weight of the problem leave you paralyzed?  Our Lore may hold some answers.  

All Father Odin hung from Yggdrasil for nine days to gather the runes and their wisdom.  The Lore mentions All Father was irritated that, despite his hunger and thirst, no one was there/available/or cared to give him something to eat and drink.  Did other things disturb him while hanging from Yggdrasil?  We do not know - the Lore mentions little.  Could there have been other things?  The short answer:  if we place a man in that situation, hanging up-side-down from a tree, than yes - there would be many.  But what the Gods feel or need our finite mind cannot grasp.  Especially when their quest is for knowledge.  But this is what we do know.  Odin "hung in there" and completed his quest.  He surmounted his obstacle(s) by focusing on his goal.  He pushed through the frustration, torment, and stress to obtain the runes and their wisdom.  The same runes meant to be shared with us mortals.  

In this life we face problems.  The choice is to be overwhelmed by them or to surmount and grow in experience and wisdom from them.  Like Odin we must focus - focus on obtainment and victory. Then and only then do we succeed in solving our problems and crushing our demons.

                                                   Copyright @2017 Terry Unger

  

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Heart Break With the Double D's




Sorry.  The title has nothing to do with a woman's bust size.  It has everything to do with doctrine and dogma, which is the finite's vain attempt to define a right relationship with the Infinite.  And, the biggest manufacturers of the Double D's are the universal monotheistic religions.  

At one time in these universalist monotheistic religions, a founder or if you will, a leader emerges.  In the case of Judaism, Moses, Islam, Mohammad, and Jesus for Christianity (it could easily argued that Christianity, because of its' origins, is an offshoot/extension of Judaism; those who believed in Jesus where Christian, those who did not, still Jews. Jesus, if he existed at all as an individual, was a Jew, something many Christians do not grasp, which makes any argument about springing from Judaism rather moot).  Around these leaders, books were written.  And these books with their stories, were influenced by the majority cultures that surrounded them:  the Egyptian, Babylonian, Persian, and Greco-Roman (in particular the Judaeo-Christian "books").  

Shortly after these Books were written, compiled, collated, altered, and/or pieces whole or in part tossed out, other "leaders" appear on scene to determine what the holy writ from on high means to mankind, and how humanity is supposed to have a right relationship with Deity - the doctrine and dogma of the faith.  The Double D's are the supposed playbook for the faith's practitioners.  However, this doctrine and dogma, for many is like an ill fitted pair of shoes.  

Too many things in our present day life can defy description let alone explanation by proscribed doctrine and dogma.  Telling a faith's practitioner that it is "God's will," or it's a "Mystery" that must be accepted just does not cut it. Like cancer, heart disease, or being victim of a drive by shooting. Heavens forbid genetics, gluttony, or living in a shit neighborhood should be taken into account. What was past off to the ignorant masses of yesteryear is met with smiles and snickers of thinking people today.  But many of these thinking people feel spiritually dead inside.  There is hope.  

When a person begins a spiritual quest, investigating personal culture and heritage is a great place to start.  Once upon a time, a person grew up within his own culture and heritage but  globalism, in many cases, has removed that nurturing environment.  So, go out and find it just like Leif Ericsson discovered the new world.  For many, it will be not just a new experience, but a "homecoming" of sorts.  And if the discoverer goes deep enough, he or she will find his or her pre-Christian ancestors and get a glimpse of their worldview.  

That worldview included what is referred to today as Asatru/Heathenry; no holy books, doctrine, or dogma - just an all encompassing way of life (the Eddas and Sagas are not a Heathen "bible."  However, even with heavy Christian redaction, these tales give us a foundation for a good life).  Emphasis is placed on personal word and deed knowing that both can come back to bite or reward in the future.  Heathenry offers freedom.  But it is freedom with responsibility.  Unfortunately for them, People of the Book use their religion as an excuse for their behavior - because that's what it says to do in the Book.  Add to this the doctrine and dogma mongers and you have a perfect storm.  And, many followers of universalist monotheism enjoy getting caught up in the storm.  But, it is their choice.

I cannot write in just one blog post the advantages of Heathenry.  However, by reading the brief sampling of posts offered below on this blog, you can get a "taste."  

Ghosts of the Past 2/1/2016, Matribus Germanis 2/25/2016, UPG and Rational Thought 7/8/2016, Extending Frith 7/10/2016, Law, Order, and the Innangard 7/12/2016, Anarchy and the Innangard 7/13/2016, Courage and Magan in Our Time 7/24/2016, A World Full of Magan 8/11/2016, Your Personal Ravens - Hugr and Munr 9/20/2016, Your Personal Traveling Companion - the Fylgja 9/22/2016, The Ordering of the Heavens 10/4/2016, Galdr, Frequency, Harmonics, and Vibration 10/21/2016, The Dumbing Down of Manliness 1/12/2017 The Waters of Wyrd 2/10/2017, Urdabrunnr and You 2/24/2017.  

                                                    Copyright @2017 Terry Unger






Sunday, May 21, 2017

Fraudulent Offerings of My Books


ONCE AGAIN SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IS OFFERING FREE pdf DOWNLOADS OF MY BOOKS.  THIS IS A SCAM, OR WORSE.  THEY ARE IN SERIOUS VIOLATION OF USA COPYRIGHT LAWS.  AND, OPEN THEMSELVES TO CIVIL ACTION.  THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE. DO NOT FALL FOR THIS DECEPTION.  

SINCERELY,

TERRY UNGER

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  






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