you can almost see the cells multiply


Long Time no Post…

Yes, I am still alive and doing great!


Sadly it felt like the whole circle of blog readers and writers I used to be a part of had all given it up.  Or have they?


I spend my days now caring for my four children, our chickens, geese, sheep, and vegetable garden.  Also trying to find time to do the things I enjoy: baking, sewing, drawing, painting, embroidering…


Please leave a comment and let me know someone is out there!

Blood, Soil and Love



It’s been so long since I’ve written anything here, I feel a bit embarrassed really.  Plans that I had long ago for articles I’d wanted to write have gone unfulfilled, research material compiled is in a box somewhere in my cellar room.. but I have a good reason for my neglect.  The best reason!

I have successfully replanted myself back into my native soil.

It took some time, for the roots to take hold once again, but everything is growing beautifully now 🙂

A happy little family.  A wonderful man and the sweetest most lovely little baby girl, and me, the luckiest woman in Europe 🙂

My husband and I have started a new blog together and are in the process of expanding its content.  Once it is something we are proud to present, I will post a link here for all of you to check out.

Thanks to everyone for your patience and understanding through this long break, and I look forward to writing again soon.



Natural Beauty

From the minute we get out of bed in the morning, to the time we climb back under the sheets at night, we are exposed to countless thousands of synthetic chemicals, many with known harmful consequences to our biology.

We go into the bathroom, we brush our teeth.  We rinse our mouths with mouthwash.  We shampoo and condition our hair.  We wash our faces and bodies.  We moisturize our skin.  We have been awake for scarcely half an hour and we have already slathered ourselves with sodium laureth sulfate, parabens, etc.

The society in which we live teaches us to go to the pharmacy, buy all these products, and use them daily so that we feel clean and *smell nice*.  But what if you discovered that none of them were necessary, and that you could achieve the same or better results by using products that you already have in your kitchen, and that are safe to put inside your body, as well as on it?

Here are some recipes I’ve found or developed:

One egg yolk
Warm water to measure one cup.

Stir and pour over wet hair.  Massage into scalp and rinse.  No conditioner necessary.

Alternate shampoo:
1/2 tbsp baking soda
Warm water to measure one cup.

Juice of one orange
One egg white
1/2 tbsp cocoa

Whip with stick blender until thickened.  Very luxurious and smells great 🙂

Face wash:
1 tbsp ground oatmeal
1 tsp plain yogourt

Mix into paste.  Apply to wet face, massage and rinse.

Pure cocoa butter.

Solid at room temperature.  Scrape flakes off with spoon and melt in warm hands. Apply to dry skin.

Lip Balm:
2 tbsp cocoa butter flakes
A few drops pure vanilla extract

Warm cocoa butter flakes in microwave or over low heat.  Stir in vanilla extract.  Pour into small round case while still warm.  Apply to dry lips with finger.

1/4 cup baking soda
1/8 cup hydrogen peroxide
A dash of peppermint extract

Stir into paste.  Keep in dark-coloured container, as light will degrade the peroxide into oxygen and water.

Pure vodka
Fresh herbs

Way better than Listerine 🙂

Exfoliating scrub:
3 tbsp dark brown sugar
2 tbsp sea salt
About 1 tbsp sunflower oil, just enough to make a paste
A few drops of essential oil (I like orange)

Feels great rubbed in anywhere you have rough or dry skin.

Unrefined coconut oil

Rub it on, rinse it off.  It will leave your skin clean but feeling moisturized.

Sugaring (for hair removal):
2 cups white sugar
1/4 cup lemon juice
1/4 cup water

Bring to a boil in saucepan, reduce heat and simmer for 25 minutes until solution is dark amber in colour.  Remove from heat, let cool for 10 minutes and transfer to glass dish (so it may be re-heated later).  To use: rip clean cotton fabric (old sheets or pillowcases work great) into 1-2” wide strips.  Use a butter knife to apply solution to skin in direction of hair growth, cover with cloth strip, hold for a few seconds, tear off against the grain in one swift motion.  Unlike wax, this solution will not clog your pores or follicles, can be rinsed easily with water, and the fabric can be rinsed, dried and reused again and again.  Also your skin will feel incredibly smooth and nourished.

Kitchen cosmetics

The Sorrows of Young Jlorik

Women of Corinth,

I have come outside to you.


Alone once again,

A vacuum inside my heart.

My home, where once again

I have to be my own Protector

Echoes with the silence of my own misery.

There are no more tears left to cry.


I am the small and delicate creature

Plucked from the bush,

Going about its business.

Ripped from its routine, suddenly

In a new world of large, firm, strong hands;

Timid, a bit frightened

But loving the warmth and tightness of the embrace,

Mesmerized by soft words,

Lovely visions of a bright future

Safe from harm.


Oh so perfect!

The ice-cold lake far back in the forest

Felt so warm somehow.

The flies did not bite that day

Out of respect.

The Nature

Recognized us as One with Her.

The tracks of the Bear

Fresh, in the soft mud

Showed themselves to us, and we followed

To the place where we would build our home.

Described to me, so clearly

The vision we both shared and cherished.


You told me often

Of the child who would visit your dreams:

A young girl

With lightbrownish hair, the same colour as mine.

Long and free

Blowing in the wind

Along with her white dress

As you walked through the forest

Speaking to her in your mother tongue.


The night I introduced you to my cold and restless friend

The Ocean.

Pounding waves and salt-filled mist

Consume your senses as you open the car door.

A flood of emotion

Such as I had never seen

And you ran so far down the long white beach

I couldn’t see you anymore in the moonlight.

Running back to me

And throwing yourself down in the sand and seaweed

I knew

You had found your home here

With me

And I could rest inside

For the first time ever.


The Choir of the Frogs performed for us

And the Porcupine showed us his special dance

Only we know the melody to.


Nighttime drives, the sound of the Pigs, and the poutines.

Love is every treasured moment doing ordinary things.


You asked me to take you back to that one place

By the harbour

Where we could watch the lights of the entire city

And the ships going out to sea.

Triple-tripled and hand-in-hand, we walked together

To the rocks on the shoreline

Not knowing

This was the night

When you would lose your mind.


Suddenly, everything we had built

Was dashed upon those blue rocks.

Anxious, frightened, confused

Looking to each other for comfort

But finding none.

No reassurance to be had.


The child was dead.

Before she could ever be conceived

You slaughtered her like a rabbit

Hung her from a tree

Cut out her insides and skinned her

Right before my eyes.

I can still hear her crying

Every night when I try to sleep.

Our hopes and dreams

In that bloody bucket

Full of intestines and slippery organs

Bits of red fur

And small, delicate white feet.


The blood of a child

Devoted innocence, defiled

Stains his hands.

The hands that would take a tiny creature

Win its love and trust

And destroy it utterly.

Helplessly gasping for breath,

Every bone broken,

It lies on the concrete

Wishing for death,

Finding no peace.


“My full, warm enjoyment of all living things

That used to overwhelm me with such delight

And transform the world around me

Into a paradise

Has been turned into unbearable torment,

A demon who pursues me

Wherever I go.”

Economic Warfare: Blood, Soil and Gravel


This is a prelude to a series of articles I intend to write on the subject of economic warfare against the people of Atlantic Canada.  These areas were settled in the 18th and 19th centuries by Irish, Scottish, English and German immigrants who were granted large parcels of land.  They and their descendants built communities in very isolated and absolutely breathtaking locations, living self-sufficiently by fishing, hunting and farming.  This way of life is being systematically destroyed by greed and short-sightedness.  I will be going more in depth to these subjects later on, but I wanted to share this one article about one family’s land being stolen right out from under them, to dig a gravel quarry.

Family fights to save storied Fogarty’s Cove


The Future Begins Here

My readers may have noticed my relative silence as of late.  There has been a major development, very positive.  I have finally found true love and my partner in this life, or more precisely, he has found me.  It is a great relief and a great comfort, to feel that I am not alone and the potential for all my hopes and dreams for the future to come to fruition.

Before we met, although I was wearing a very brave face, I had started to feel very cynical about whether the man I was searching for even existed…or if he did, if we could ever find our way to each other.  Countless well-meaning friends and relatives advised me to lower my standards, lessen my requirements, try to mold a perfect man out of an imperfect one.  I had a very specific idea of what I was looking for, a vision…not so much a physical image but a very clear sense of who he was, and I was sure I would recognize him when I did find him.  And I told them I would rather be alone than be with anyone else but him.  And for a long time I was alone.  I slept alone.  I ate alone.  I spent a lot of time with my parents, who were beginning to despair of having any more grandchildren.

I had visions of my future: land and preliminary plans for a house I wanted to build, ideas of how many children I wanted to have and how I wanted to raise them…but none of these things were possible without one strong, honourable, dedicated, loving man who shared my vision and my values, and who wanted to work towards these things with a commitment that matched my own.

From the time we first started to talk with each other, I had a very strong feeling that it was him.  It became quite evident very quickly that our strengths and talents complimented each other so perfectly, that we appreciated the same things, and that our paths were converging and appeared to continue together straight to the horizon of time and beyond.  Honestly what I felt, and what I feel more intensely each day, is something I’ve only read about in books and dismissed as pure fantasy.  For those of you who are lucky enough to have experienced what I describe here, you know how rare and special this feeling is.  For those of you who have not: let me tell you, IT IS REAL.  And it is worth waiting for.  Worth searching for.  You owe it to yourself, your descendants who would be born from this union, and to your forebears who would be reborn in those descendants to keep looking, hoping, and opening your heart.  Do not despair.  When you least expect it, this person will appear before you.

And now, please allow me to introduce…




Greetings to the followers of this blog!

I will start to write here more later with a nickname. I won’t use my real name nor will I tell my exact age. I will tell you I’m not Canadian, I’m European… but none of these things matter. Rather the things I write about, and in this particular article one of the main themes is to explain my relation to the main author of this blog.

For many years I lived in anxiety and solitude, and I was sure that I would be alone forever. I was in need of a companion but constant failures made me very cynical. I believe that if you really want to, you can go through many storms in a relationship, but I just felt no desire to do so since it seemed the only thing in common with the people I was with was pretty much the nationality. You could of course ask how and why I ended up to situations like this, to be honest I don’t know. I know that there are many men out there living in a similar situation to the one than I did earlier.

The way I met the author of this blog is not really relevant here… In my search of this companion of mine I didn’t make a list to paper, but of course I had some qualities etc. in my mind which I was hoping to find from another person. When I met her, it turned out that she has all those qualities and even more so which I could just dream of, and even some I couldn’t. She has told me she feels the same way and this just makes us feel seemingless unity towards each other. I know that there is a bright future ahead for both of us together.

I have strong ideologies, the same as she has and besides this we share so many things together. I know how lucky I am. There are not many women out there who share these ideologies. This can sound cliché, but she is the one for me.

All the men out there, keep fighting in your search for that special someone with who have the same race as you, who is healthy and with who you can safely build your future together.

Men and women are different from one another.  We are meant to be together and reproduce.  In this contemporary age of filth and corruption we are brainwashed to think differently: to be free and single, never have children and never reproduce, especially with a person having the same (white) race as you. Let us break free from this madness! Everyone has this one and only true person for them.  'The One' you might say.  There are clues and information all around us hidden in myths and stories, telling us about the existence of true love.

Men and women are different from one another. We are meant to be together and reproduce. In this contemporary age of filth and corruption we are brainwashed to think differently: to be “free” and single, never have children and never reproduce, especially with a person having the same (white) race as you. Let us break free from this madness! Everyone has this one and only true person for them. ‘The One’ you might say. There are clues and information all around us hidden in myths and stories, telling us about the existence of true love.


Tender shoots sprout forth

Tender shoots sprout forth

Nourished by the love between the Sky God and the Earth Goddess, their strength and beauty will grow each day..

Reflection and the Road Ahead

Today is my birthday.  It is a time when I like to look back over the year passed, and think about what has changed, how I’ve grown, what I’ve accomplished, and the direction I am heading in the year to come.

In many ways I feel like a completely different person than she who sat here one year ago.   I feel connected to my Forebears and my heritage in a new and deeply personal way.  I have rubbed my eyes and blinked away the myopic perspective of modernity and its callous indifference.  I envision my honourable European ancestors: my grandfather, his father, his father, and so on, stretching back in a long long column, leading back to ancient Europe.  It gives me great strength and helps me to understand and remember what is truly important.

What used to be directionless angst and frustration at the establishment around me is now clear, focussed drive for action, alongside a community of like-minded brothers and sisters.  I see our people, united, draw great power from each other.  Inspiration and courage spread among the strongest and brightest, scattered though we may be.

The events of last July marked a point for me where this all became deadly serious.  We all have our “we’re not gonna take it” moment and to me, this is when I felt almost like my own family was being attacked (very much extended family in a way I suppose).  That was when I knew, this has gone beyond something you discuss heatedly over coffee or yell back at a lying news anchor on the television.  I felt compelled to use my skills and tools at hand to create something helpful.

I have rid myself of that daily poison pill and the genocidal mind-fog that it causes.   I have cleaned out my bathroom vanity of all unnecessary and toxic chemical cosmetic products.  I have sourced my eggs, chicken, rabbit, beef, fish and wine from people I personally know and trust.  I continue to adjust my diet with the goal of eliminating all processed foods which bear the kosher symbols of corporate racketeers.  I prepare for the coming of spring and the planting of vegetables in my own backyard.  I plan for the day when I can throw off the shackles of mortgage-debt slavery and build the home of my own design on my ancestral land.  I work to develop the traditional skills which are becoming to a woman: sewing, cooking, baking, gardening, caring for children.  As I search for my husband and the father of my children, wherever he may be, I focus on becoming the woman he would want as the mother of his children.  I know he will appreciate my efforts.


A Future for White Children

While White men, women and children were marching on Saturday March 15th, I was busy celebrating the first birthday of my best friend’s firstborn son.  Beautiful little Woden!  Here is a picture of the cake I made for the party guests:


This child is amazing.  Huge inquisitive blue eyes that stare into your soul.  Fierce intelligence and an urge to communicate his wishes to everyone in the room.  When you interact with him, it is clear that he not only understands everything you say, but forms a thought in response to you.   He responds unambiguously to yes or no questions.  “Do you want banana?”  “Yeh!”  “Woden, did you poo?”  “Yeh.”   You look and there is, in fact, poo.  His masculinity is also very pronounced at this age: when he climbs or pulls himself up on something, he makes the manliest little grunting noises, and his expression is pure power and determination.  He’s so awesome.  (This one year old kid is more of a man than most of the 20- and 30-something males I know haha..)

Of course we know that we must secure the existence of our people, and each of us does what we can to make that a reality.  But the importance of this becomes so much more concrete when you look into the clear blue eyes of a white child, and he looks up at you with such hope and possibility.  It is up to us to make his world a safe place to grow up in.  It is up to us to protect him from the things that would destroy his pride in himself and his heritage.  It is up to us to teach him the values, traditions and skills of his forebears.  He is our future as a people.

Hail to the parents of white children everywhere!  That their little ones grow ever stronger and smarter, with the love and support of our European family.

The Ballad of Sinclair

I loved Tyr’s version of this song, but didn’t realize how much longer and more poetic the full version is.  The song describes the Battle of Kringen which took place in Norway in 1612.  An excellent overview of it can be found here.

“Listen to me! The enemy has invaded us!”

We are reminded that the once proud Norwegian people took it into their own hands to defend their land against invaders (in this case Scottish mercenaries).  Monuments and folk songs immortalize this honourable deed.

Translation (by Google Translate, by no means accurate, and corrections are more than welcome)

1 Mr. Sinklar went over salten sea,
against Norway his course meaneth stands;
among Gudbrand’s rocks he found his grave ,
there hung so bloody a forehead.

Well up before day
they’re coming across the heath.

2 Mr. Sinklar crossed the ocean blue
for Swedish money to fight:
Help you God, you surely must
in the grass for the standard bite.

3 The moon shines at night pale,
the venture so softly rolling;
one mermaid out of the water rose,
She predicted Mr Sinklar ill:

4 ” Turn back, turn back, you Scottish man!
it applies to your life as phage;
Get To Norway I say the truth
right you are never going back!”

5 “Lead is your song, you poisonous troll
always you predict about accidents;
Catch you again in my power,
I let you chop into pieces.”

6 He sailed for days, he sailed for three
with all his hired followers,
the fourth morning he did Norway’s wonder see
I will not conceal.

7 By coasts of Romsdal he steered ashore,
declared himself an enemy;
he was followed by fourteen hundred men,
all of which had evil intentions.

8 They scolded and burned where they went,
all rights they violate;
the old man’s helplessness touched them not
they scoffed at the weeping widow.

9 The child was killed in his mother’s lap,
so and gently as it smiled;
rumor of this weeping and wailing
to the core of the country hurried.

10 Bavnen glittered and budstikken race
from canal to the nearest canal;
Valley’s sons into hiding not crept,
it had to Mr Sinklar true.

11 “The soldier is out on the king’s parade,
we must ourselves the country defend;
cursed be the unrighteous,
who now his blood will save.”

12 The farmers of Våge, Lesje and Lom
with sharp axes on necks
in Bredebøjgd together came,
with the Scot would they talk.

13 Close below like running a path
as you wonder Kringen cold;
Lågen rushes there over;
in it the enemies should fall.

14 The rifle hanging on the wall no more,
yonder aims gray-haired gunner;
nix lift up his wet beard
and eagerly await its prey.

15 The first shot at Mr Sinklar prevailed,
he roared and gave up his spirit;
every Scot cried when the colonel fell:
“God deliver us from this dilemma!”

16 “Above peasants, above, in Norwegian men,
beat down, beat down for food!”
Since wished the Scot back home,
he was not quite gaily to fashion.

17 With dead bodies were Kringen strewn
the ravens had enough to eat, –
the young blood, which flowed out,
the Scottish girls mourn.

18 Not a living soul came home,
as customer, his compatriot tell
how dangerous it is to visit them,
who live among Norway’s mountains.

19 End towers a support in the same place,
as Norway’s enemies wonder true.
Woe to every person here who are not named,
so often his eyes the spectacle!

Well up before day
they’re coming across the heath.