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Archive for March, 2014

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.