OK, I realize that many of you started following my blog just yesterday, and here I am writing about shampoo. Please bear with me!
On Sunday morning, after being inspired by a comment thread on TP under About Tomorrow, I decided to challenge myself to stop using shampoo. The first couple of days were not bad of course, I just rinsed with water and brushed it out. But by yesterday, I was pretty greasy and kept my hood up all day (people in my office kept asking, “what are you, cold?” haha). So this morning, I used one tablespoon of aluminum-free baking soda mixed with one cup of warm water, poured it over my head in the shower, massaged it in a bit and rinsed. For a conditioner, I mixed up one egg white, juice of one orange, and a teaspoon of cocoa and rinsed that through my hair.
Honestly, I can’t remember my hair ever feeling better than it does right now. It’s so light, smooth and tangle-free, and feels like the build-up of products has been stripped away. I used to use a dandruff shampoo ($15.99), a regular shampoo ($10.99), conditioner ($10.99), mousse ($5.99), and blow-dry lotion ($4.99), all of which are filled with toxic shit. Now I feel like I can confidently throw it all in the garbage!
This is my new approach: I won’t put anything on my body, that I wouldn’t put in my body. Anyone who’s ever got shampoo in their eyes or mouth knows it stings and tastes disgusting. I had always willfully ignored the fact that skin is porous and absorbs everything that is applied to it to some degree. If you wouldn’t put it in your mouth or eyes, why would you put it on your skin?
Freeing myself from the tyranny of Unilever and Proctor and Gamble is of course one tiny step in becoming a better European. I know there are many others much further along the road than I am, but I feel that at least I am moving in the right direction, and making progress each day. Not to mention I smell delicious 😉
It’s funny how much you can learn about people, by simply finding out what they are willing to fight for.
For most of us, honour is a concept we would like to have associated with ourselves and our families. My father and grandfather were both honourable men of European descent. I admire all of their good qualities and try to develop those qualities in myself. I’ve worked together with them on our land and recognize the value in that. And so I consider myself an honourable woman.
This concept of honour seems to be so foreign to many people today that they have difficulty even grasping it without twisting it into something else. I had a discussion recently with an acquaintance of mine (whom I would describe as a “full-grown boy”) who could not accept that the idea of racial hygiene has nothing to do with hate. And that in fact it actually comes down to respect for yours and other ethnic groups to not wish to see them blended together into an unrecognizable caramel-coloured mass.
“What if I meet a black chick that I’m attracted to?” is the counter-argument I get. Can you imagine? “Why shouldn’t I be able to fuck a black chick?”
And that’s basically what we’re dealing with here. A generation of blond-haired, blue-eyed man-boys who are willing to fight for their right to “fuck a black chick” but who cannot even grasp the concept of fighting for the continued existence of their own genetic heritage. Admittedly they would probably also fight if you tried to take GTA 5 away from them. We all have our red line…
Obviously our being brainwashed into accepting this multi-kulti thing from an early age is a big issue…but I think it also comes down to our arrogance in this age. The arrogance that makes us think we know better than our forebears. That our modern “morality” is so superior. Do we not owe our ancestors the benefit of the doubt, that maybe they in their experience knew better than us ungrateful children? Only a hundred years ago, interracial marriage was extremely rare. Not because our grandfathers and great-grandfathers were “racists,” but because they understood basic concepts that today are being lost and bred out of us. I would even go so far as to call this the hubris of the modern age:
…extreme pride or arrogance…often indicat(ing) a loss of contact with reality and an overestimation of one’s own competence, accomplishments or capabilities, especially when the person exhibiting it is in a position of power. Hubris is usually associated with the “simple-minded”. (Wikipedia)
Promising young European men and women of today, ask yourselves, what are you willing to fight for?
From a recent comment thread on TP, About War and Duels, and concerning young men going to war:
I can add that not having battle experience was a good way not to find a wife willing to marry you in the first place, because you had not yet proven yourself to be brave and reliable, and who would want a man not brave and reliable? (V. V.)
I noted that brave and reliable men are difficult to find these days, and sighed.
In the modern age, “going to war” is of course entirely different than in former times. Instead of taking up sword and shield, and defending one’s ancestral lands against invaders, going to war now means enrolling oneself into a National Armed Force and taking orders from the political leaders of your Zionist Occupied Government to invade sovereign nations in foreign lands. No disrespect to the men and women of our military, as I know it still requires bravery on a personal level to commit oneself to this…but obviously it is an entirely different thing than in times past.
War is not what I wish to discuss here, instead I want to examine the qualities of man.
To me, my father is the ultimate prototype of the honourable man. I feel tremendously privileged to be able to say that. He is calm and patient. Good-natured and kind. Hard-working and reliable. The embodiment of honesty and integrity. Wise and thoughtful. A craftsman, a perfectionist. Open and welcoming. Knowledgeable and informative. Loving and expressive. Never have I seen him angry or frustrated.
He built a road to my grandfather’s land, dug the foundation, and with the help of my grandfather, uncle and brother, built our family home with his own hands and finished it, inside and out. The yard is a lovely park enveloped by hardwood forest.
Last weekend he helped me lay a concrete patio in my yard. He is awesome. ❤
When my best friend met my father, and gave him a hug before we left for town, she said something to the effect of, “You make it really tough for the men in Janice’s life,” she laughed. “You set the bar pretty high!”
It is true. One has to have standards…and for me, it is important that when I have children, they must be able to feel the same way about their father as I feel about my father. To look up to him as an example of all that is good and honourable.
Does such a man even exist today?
This post is all about the story behind the Thulean Perspective t-shirts I’m selling!
Basically, when the call went out to us for assistance, after making a small contribution, I wished I could do more. I had a vision of the shirt that I wanted to create, and originally I was only going to make a few for myself and a couple of my friends. I simply grabbed one of the promo photos from Burzum.org and brought it into AutoCAD as a raster image, then used my mouse to trace the light and dark areas as closed polylines and used hatching to fill them in. I chose Cry Uncial font for the text, and found that the special “ô” and “ð” characters were not available in that font, so again I used closed polylines to make the little marks. Pretty simple really…it only took me a couple of hours in total.
I found out once I started looking at quotes that it is far cheaper per unit to have at least 50 shirts printed at once, especially with this where there are three screen-setups (one for each colour/side). So I had 50 printed in assorted sizes.
I think they turned out great, and I’ve been receiving overwhelmingly positive feedback! Shirts have gone out to all over Canada, the States and Europe. I’ve worn mine a few times so far and I find it’s a great conversation starter: people ask “who’s on your shirt?” and then I tell them a little bit about Varg and about the events that have befallen him and Marie and the injustice and ongoing persecution. Then I refer them to the website. It gets the word out there to people who would not otherwise know anything about it.
So where can I get a shirt, you ask! I’ve been taking all orders directly via email at email@example.com. They are $20 (CAN) each plus the basic cost of shipping. All profits will be going directly to Varg and Marie’s fundraising effort. Please get in touch if you’re interested!
Dcreiter’s comment on my first post made me think of a conversation I had not too long ago with someone I’ve known for over 10 years. I brought up some of the research I’d been doing into the Holocaust, and specifically the persecution of certain individuals who had dared to question the official story and numbers. I could see his expression change immediately, he was actually disgusted with me! Now, to be clear, I was not harping on and on, or being in any way forceful in what I was saying, my tone was more like “here’s something you might find interesting.” He replied with something about how “the Nazis were extremely good record-keepers” and “you should check your sources,” and shooed me out of there impatiently without even our customary fist-bump. I ended up having to apologize to smooth things over and say “forget I said anything.” My friend is involved in the entertainment industry which may have something to do with it…
Now, why is it, since we live in a so-called “democratic” society with so-called “free speech,” that you can talk about anything at all except for this subject? What is it, TOO SOON? Seriously, the over-the-top defensive angry reaction is almost more of an indicator than anything that there is truth here. I mean, if there’s “so much evidence” and “the Nazis were such good record-keepers,” then surely no one should mind if we just check our math one more time? It has nothing to do with “hate” or “anti-semitism” to suggest, in the interests of historical accuracy, that we take another look at how we arrived at that figure and make any necessary revisions.
So, what do we, those of us who have opened our minds enough to think about these questions, do? It does not make sense to alienate those close to us because they will not entertain the subject. It does not make any sense to endanger our positions of employment and in professional organizations, certainly. It’s unfortunate that there is a stigma put on this independent thought…but the reality is that there is.
It brings to mind Plato’s allegory of the cave-dwellers:
Behold! Human beings living in an underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.
-Plato, The Republic, Book VII, p.514
The prisoners see the shadows of people and objects thrown by the fire as they pass the wall, and as these shadows are the only things they have ever seen, “to them…the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.”
When once one of the prisoners are released and allowed to turn and look into the light, he will be perplexed and think that the shadows were more real than the objects he now sees. “And if he is compelled to look straight at the light, will he not have a pain in his eyes which will make him turn away to take refuge in the objects of vision which he can see, and which he will conceive to be in reality clearer than the things which are now being shown to him?”
He will be pained and irritated by the light of the sun, and it will take him time to become accustomed to the real world. Once he does, he will pity his former fellow-prisoners. If he returned to the others, his eyes would be unaccustomed to the darkness.
And if there were a contest, and he had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak,and before his eyes had become steady…would he not be ridiculous? Men would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes; and that it was better not even to think of ascending; and if any one tried to loose another and lead him up to the light, let them only catch the offender, and they would put him to death. (p.517)
Those of us who have escaped from the cave, and accustomed ourselves to the light, must exercise caution and restraint in trying to rescue others who are not ready to see that light. They may not appreciate our help. It is for the strong only. The weak must remain inside the cave.