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[FONT="Arial Narrow"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkSlateBlue"]...To what, to whom, do I owe my capacity for suffering? To what, and to whom, do any of us - the Order of the 'Other'? For that is what, indeed, we are: 'we' fit no mould; 'we' understand no Absolute; and - what is more - 'we' find a vainglorious ring to the sound of the trumpets of "modernity"... what have we to do with the modern? - as recognisers of the Retrogression of the type 'Man'?

We owe no umbrage, nor do we owe a genuflection to what is occurring during the times in which we live. What we owe is a [I]fist[/I] - we owe [I]opposition[/I]; we owe [B]defiance[/B] to all accepted things.


I speak, and will be heard, by all those oppositional souls to the draconian duplicity of Modernity. As an inspired act of the gods, I am I; and those who recognise all things 'archane' as [B]advanced[/B], will hear my bellow resound in their Souls. And I shall festoon my Heart with these few; and I, and We, shall lead - un-named - the the league of tomorrow to its ultimate goal.


Like a snake, who bites his own tail, we shall sun ourselves in the warmth of what is to come. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

Okay.I go to school with these people and most of my classes are made up primarily of them.They are nice to my face and say disparaging things about my people in Spanish.When I have to work with them, they make no bones about wasting my time when I've got other deliveries to make.There are far too many of them here and they're changing the demographic of the United States.Because of them, I am now a member of a minority in the same town I grew up in.Many come here illegally.I rented a room from one of them for three years and learned the meaning of destitution.No kind of lease at all, so when he tried to squeeze yet more money out of me even after I moved out, he found himself screwed.The roommates he brought in spoke no English and despite the fact I was there first, treated me like I had no business being there.I tried the whole multicle bit beforehand.It never worked.The only people I can trust are my own. I damned near starved to death because of my own stupid naivite.I'm glad to be with my own people, because I utterly and completely hate those spics that I've come into contact with.I despise their condescension to those in lower positions than theirs and their ass kissing to their superiors.There are very few groups I actually loathe and detest, but these cockroaches are one of them.

Well, today I was inspired to search the net for things related to ancient Germanic tribes and elements of old Heathen religion.The position of the fairies in the Wild Hunt, led by Odin, the Bear Cult, the Heruli, neo-tribalism..I learned quite a bit today..

:rolleyes: I'm trying to condense my ancestry from smaller countries such as England,Scotland and Northern Ireland to larger political designations such as British..at least, as Wikipedia would define it..[url]www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Americans[/url]
Remembering my French Creole ancestry as well, I can just refer to [url]www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louisiana_French[/url]
As research has shown, I've elements of German and German Swiss via both the British and French Creole minglings in my family.I hope never to alter my designation again :p

[B][FONT="Garamond"][COLOR="Sienna"][SIZE="3"]We suffer, and openly engage in the suffering, of potentialities. We further find that to do so evokes an awareness of that which is necrotic in our willed , and willing essence; which is to say, that which subsumes the ignoble characteristcs that our respective Lines have infused. Whilst the 'operation' is a delicate proceedure, to be sure, we find ourselves with very little concern of that which is delicate. Almost as if the best within us, being the best, commands, "Tear it out! - so what if some good is torn with it! Have you not a superfluous-ness of good as it is!" And so, when we are at our best, the tendency to rip and tear at these many unwanted souls that wrap around our primary Being, as a strangler fig would its host, strengthens itself - commanding and demanding - and less vain than our worries over scar tissue. For what are such scars, if not [I]badges[/I] that we wear, with head held high, as we self-immolate for the sake of the Self that rises a titan from whence we burned? On this issue, we've no right to timidity; but an obligation to temerity - this, our [I]noble[/I] asceticism.

This is the price of our instrument.[/SIZE] [/COLOR][/FONT][/B]

Adoption.My wife has her heart set on it and my heart is set on us having our own kids.We had a minor altercation about this.It's not that I don't want to adopt, which I don't, but I do want to raise those of my own blood.I simply can't let it end with Kiersten.I just can't.
I told the stories that were told to me of my father's mother, Elna Thorne-Gooding.
There wasn't really a lot to tell.She was of Scotch-Irish descent, she didn't know who her father was, she never really said a lot.She was from Maryland, she married my grandfather while still very young.She lived with her mother's family and had her mother's family name.She had an aunt Elvis and her uncles were Alfred and George.That was it.:p

Since my Dad's brother, my Uncle Joe, gave Tammy and I that camcorder for a wedding gift, we've recorded many things,but tonight I decided to record my legacy for my daughter, Kiersten.My wife recorded me recalling and telling some stories that Granny McDonald passed down to me regarding her mother, Marie Pecot, the stories of the Pecot and Armelin families in Louisiana, Haiti and France.It's amazing, the emotion that can be evoked by long,unspoken memories.All the family legends, history and lore that I can recall, I will record, first for my daughter, Kiersten and then for the children that Tammy and I are planning on having.I'm going to record everything I can remember hearing my grandparents say about their families, everything that my parents said about them, and all my own memories will be recounted.Next time, my Dad's mother, Elna Thorne-Gooding, will be the topic of discussion.This will be a gradual project, but one I think will be well worth the time spent.

Recently, I have been constantly muttering to myself about the state of our banking systems, our economies and its long lasting effects on generations to come. I sit here in disbelief, aghast at what has happened. My question is, should we have left the finance houses to their own devices and if so what would have been the affects of this after they had declared bankruptcy?

No-one has been left immune, save for a few economies scattered around the world. Our governments have now ploughed trillions of our money to stave off collapse, but what for? Are the banks grateful for what has been done? Have they learned their lessons? Who should be made accountable? How long will our children have to pay for the transgressions of these irresponsible idiots who were once dubbed our superheroes?

I, for one now believe that the financial powerhouses haven't learned their lessons. Why is it for example that they are still giving their staff huge bonuses for making such huge losses? Why are they giving them huge bonuses from the money that [B]we[/B] gave to them and why do they not see this as morally wrong? Are they Gods?

I very rarely sit in judgement, but this issue has seriously got me hot under the collar, but someone [B]really [/B]needs to be made accountable. Due to the irresponsible actions of these bankers, I foresee unrest in the very near future and until this mess is completely cleared up, I foresee unrest for the indefinite future. I have seen the phrase Martial Law pop up on numerous occasions recently, is this an inevitability?

God bless our children.

Well, I've previously mentioned on these fora how what I do is essentially ancestor worship and now I'm going to get into where in these various places my personal Folk actually do come from and how I propose to integrate various pagan/heathen ideals into my life.In Britain and Northern Ireland, they tended to be from the north, the northwest, the west and the south, indicative of Anglo-Saxon,Norse,Norman and Celtic blood, which is reflected in various degrees by myself and my family.As the German and Swedish bloods were absorbed early on by my people in this country, those looks had largely died out by my grandfather's generation.
My great-grandmother,Marie Pecot, had some German and Swiss blood, but she had a lot more French blood, some from the regions of Normandy,Brittany and the Pays de Loire, more from the regions of Gascony,Dauphine and Provence.There was intermarriage of second cousins and this resulted in my grandmother being born with severe scoliosis.My mother and I have milder cases of this.So, although the darker Pecot looks died out when my aunt and mother were born resembling their father, the blood of the Occitans flows through about one-eighth of my veins, so I suppose I shall claim that (and them) as well :thumb001:
So, I'm oathbound to Asatru,yet I've blood ties to the Celts and to the Meds of Southern France, which may mean that I should honor the Celtic and the Graeco-Roman deities to various degrees and at different times as well. I'm going to do some research and hail my grandmother's maternal ancestors tonight.Starting with my grandmother, going on to her mother, Marie Elodie Pecot, and on to her parents, Alexandre Pecot and Amelie Armelin.I've felt their sadness at my neglect, now, hopefully, I may begin to atone..

My mother takes my daughter to church on Sunday.My daughter sees me holding devotions to the Aesir and ancestors and I tell her some of the stories.My wife tells her of the ancient Fae and the Egyptian gods after I give her "Asa-time" on Friday night.My daughter's biological mother is Celtic Wiccan and as they live together, she's more exposed to that than anything else.Mostly, though, with us she's a little girl who is also my daughter.We encourage her to be a little girl and only later do we devote a little time to her religious education.