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.
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.
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 🙂
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.
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.
Way better than Listerine 🙂
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.
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.
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
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
You had found your home here
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
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.”
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.
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.
Nourished by the love between the Sky God and the Earth Goddess, their strength and beauty will grow each day..
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.