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Strider Issue 55 - Autumn 2009
As Jack Frost threatens to stretch his icy fingers across the meadows and woodland of Albion, the red squirrel races across the patchwork of crisp and variously hued leaves, collecting all that he needs to survive the forthcoming winter.
A great burden is upon him. Danger fires him into action and forces him from his warm and cosy dray. The peril comes on multiple fronts; there is the death of winter around the corner and there is grey squirrel - a strong, alien, aggressive character who out-breeds and out-consumes red squirrel. Then there is the destruction of the woodland where red squirrel makes his home. And in the skies there lurks the Harris Hawk - a predator escaped from the non-committed falconer.
But still red squirrel steps out into the breaking dawn, not despite the dangers he faces but in spite of them. For the only thing he knows is nature's most important law of survival, which is:
If one does not fight to survive, all is lost.
No other season gives red squirrel the urge to survive like the season of autumn. At no other time in the year is danger more imminent. Like anything that lives, he knows that at some point he will die. Nature's cycle of seasons has taught him that. But never does red squirrel submit. He has to eat, he has to breed and he has to be active.
The children of Albion could learn much from red squirrel, for his life is our life. The dangers he faces are the dangers we face. The season of autumn is upon us too, and we must respond both to the real dangers and the analogical dangers which the philosophy of autumn represents.
Danger and death are not the same things. Danger is a pre-warning of death and not death itself. Autumn is the seasonal adrenaline which makes us fight towards our death and not shy away from reality. And death itself takes two different forms. Firstly there is eternal death and secondly there is the life-death-rebirth concept which our ancestors held dear.
A great naturalistic example of eternal death can be found in the story of the Dodo. He did not react to danger; he did not fight to survive. He became comfortable with that which would ultimately destroy him and thus he died never to return. The natural world lost a little piece of its diversity and the Gods mourned for an eternity.
All the children of Albion know of the Dodo's plight, but who among them converts this knowledge into wisdom? That knowledge and wisdom are not the same thing should be obvious but even that mere morsel of understanding has been lost or deliberately obscured, it would seem. The men of the West know that they are being colonised and genocided out of existence by 'grey squirrels'; the men of the West know their natural habitat is being destroyed, but who among them can convert that knowledge into wisdom? That we plod to our death whilst simultaneously knowing what is killing us is a tragedy which might lend a playwright infamy, yet this is not a work of fiction from the pen of Shakespeare or the tongue of Homer - it is a reality as cold and harsh as the coming winter.
Mother Nature - oh how beautiful and vicious is she! Her conscious, intelligent, magical spirit permeates all living things, caring not for the weak and caring neither for the death of a species. She is without compassion and more powerful than even the Gods of the North. She would see our bright folk disappear in an instant and shed not a tear if they can not find the will to fight for their own existence. And with the Northern folk's demise comes the death of the Northern Gods.
Yet as the autumn of our race progresses towards an unyielding winter, a tiny whisper blows through the boughs of an ancient oak tree, taking the last few leaves with it. To the tree, the whisper speaks of death, and death comes to that tree the moment those leaves hit the ground. Yet to a few noble children of Albion that whisper says something different. It carries the sound of Heimdal's horn; a sound inaudible to a stranger folk, but as clear as a crystal stream to those who have surpassed mere knowledge and ventured into the realm of wisdom. The distant, whispering horn-call carries an ancient message which speaks directly to the soul. It speaks not of a pathetic death but of glory and renewal. It speaks of ancestors and successors. It speaks of past ages and also of a bright new dawn. It speaks of a million things but can also be condensed into three words - a little piece of wisdom which holds the key to life itself. The phrase of great naturalistic wisdom is:
"Fight, Struggle, Survive!"
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Strider Issue 54 - Summer 2009
Summer is a time of great happiness for man and beast, however in the realm of seasonal psychology it is potentially a time of great danger.
During winter, hardship and death are most apparent. Spring brings wonder and a sense of new life. Autumn reminds us of impending change. But summer can put man at ease with its cunning illusion of warmth and hospitality.
The only way a people can survive and prosper is to continually expand and stretch their physical and mental boundaries. In nature nothing stands still; either there is expansion, growth and evolution or there is decline, death and devolution.
The word evolution is generally taken in its Darwinian context, but Strider looks at its more immediate meaning, for only in small stages can we grasp the bigger picture.
We see immediate evolution as a baby grows mentally and physically into an adult. We see immediate evolution as an idea or a prototypical-invention develops into something better and more magnificent. We see immediate evolution when a healthy immune system overcomes disease. It is this type of evolution which can hold no controversy, for all have witnessed it in the short term or microcosm.
Unfortunately the psychology of summer creates fertile ground for laziness. When man believes all to be well, he stops working for something better and without knowing it he begins to devolve or die.
This happens both as an individual and as a race and nation.
The hardship of winter makes some men act and survive and destroys others. It is nature's way of removing the weak and ensuring the future strength of a people. But if a whole nation is enveloped in the mentality of summer, hedonism gains a grip on an entire race and all forward progression is halted. Death awaits these unwary folk.
In nature, every summer makes way for urgent necessity and immediate plans for survival; the tree takes a huge deep breath which will see it through many months, the squirrel hoards food and the mighty bear stores away essential calories. And once upon a time our ancestors listened out for the change upon the breeze, for the hint of a north wind, and acted to preserve life.
But in this modern age of nature-denying civilisation, many westerners mistakenly believe that their summer will last forever… to the extent where even a mighty north wind goes ignored.
And in failing to act, they unknowingly prepare to perish.
As our people relax in their present imagined psychological summer, oblivious to the winter which already tightens its grip upon our race, the only thing which can re-awaken the once proud children of Albion to an extremely harsh reality is the mighty clarion call of the Gjallar: Heimdall's horn which is blown to sound the onset of Ragnarok.
The children of Albion have descended into a severe state of deafness; and now the only thing which can break their trance is the sound of certain doom which heralds Action! Death! Rebirth! Life!
And are not those words synonymous with the seasons?
Action = Autumn and the struggle against impending adversity
Death = Winter and the peace which comes with darkness
Rebirth = Springtime and the explosion of new growth
Life = Summer and a time to rejoice… and pave the way for new discovery
And so we see, summer must be a time when the children of Albion push the boundaries of their existence and evolve - it must never be a time of relaxation and inactivity.
Children of Albion: It's time to rise and shine!
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Strider Issue 53 - Spring 2009
On 9th April, a full moon arose over our Merry England, bathing the Odal lands with a pale reflected glow. In towns, cities, villages and hamlets, the Children of Albion slept soundly.
And yet just a stone's throw from the brick and mortar cocoon which so many choose to hide within, where so many find peace, lies the natural world - a place of barbarism and beauty, a place of life and death, a place of fear and joy, a place of Polar Opposites - a place of extremes!
As that mostly unappreciated magical evening wrapped itself like a cool, dark blanket over our concrete jungles and open fields, the masses crept back into the protective womb of their homes, closing the door on that which makes them so afraid. Behind those closed doors, the apathetic hoards hope to neither see nor hear evil. Although while the home provides an obvious physical protection, it is psychological protection which the weak and degenerate crave most desperately.
The masses have been weakened psychologically by the invisible bullets our people have for decades absorbed via the mainstream media, popular music and through the words of our treacherous ruling elite.
However, just as the full moon holds the power to move our oceans, so the masses must begin to understand that sometimes there are great and powerful forces which, although unseen by many, work constantly for the restoration of the natural order. These forces are ultimately unstoppable.
If one can come to terms with the fact that the moon, at approximately 240,000 miles from earth, has the almost incomprehensible ability to shift billions of gallons of sea water on the face of our planet, is it not possible that Nature herself is a force which demands the most supreme attention?
The manner in which the naturalistically-unaware Men of the West hide themselves from the realities of the world outside their front door can be directly transposed to form a theory regarding the decline of the spirit of our nation. This theory is proclaimed thus:
The further man distances himself from Nature…
The closer he comes to his downfall.
As Ostara awakens our land, as the cool, dark soil explodes upwards with new growth, as the birds sing from the treetops, as the fish awaken in the rivers and every single life-form true to its own origin and ancestry follows a primal desire to reproduce and ultimately to live, thrive and survive against all odds, any open-eyed human is presently able to glance out of his or her doorway and see the rebirth of our Odal land in full panoramic glory.
The month (or the more cosmologically accurate moonth) of April is a time of energy and of passion. It is a time of re-awakening. It is a time to open the doorway not just of our homes but of our mind, our heart and our much-neglected folk-soul.
The majority of British people are opposing Nature's Laws:
- How many of our people do not even realise that to continue to survive as a species we must all find a suitable life-partner and produce, on average, just over two children per partnership?
- How many of our people actually make an effort to understand just how Nature works?
- How many of our people are caught up in mind-numbing routines that are completely counter-productive to life?
- How many of our people focus solely on materialism, yet feel unhappy to the point of suicide despite having more material wealth than is necessary?
- How many of our people are actually bringing death upon themselves and our nation?
The moniker, 'The Children of Albion' is reserved for those Britons who are able and willing to let go of their presuppositions and awaken themselves to what life is really like, outside the confines and comfort zones of the fake world which has been created around them.
The truth is there is nothing to fear. Stepping from your physical and mental prison into the great and wondrous natural world is something akin to the Sci-Fi tale, 'Logan's Run', where a sterile, false environment makes way for a realm governed by Mother Nature. A realm where all those who look upwards are rewarded. A realm not befuddled by false rules and committees of fools, but nurtured that which is right, good, healthy, clean and most importantly… alive!
A decision must be made, for those who do not make the effort to decide are actively choosing to be lead - with rope around neck and whip across back.
As Ostara brings life to the Odal lands of our forebears, as new greenery bursts forth from a soil enriched by the blood, sweat and tears of countless generations of kinsmen, as Nature struggles with all her might to live, breed and survive, a new generation of Britons must lift themselves to their feet, dust off a near-lifetime of inaction, and proclaim to the forces of evil which currently pervade this land:
"We Choose Life!"
Strider
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Strider Issue 52 - 26th December 2008
Fifty-two issues over a period of fifty-two weeks brings the Strider column to a logical conclusion. The wheel has turned full circle and regular readers should rejoice in having been part of an intellectual as well as a seasonal revolution.
The aim of the Strider column was two-fold; firstly to present bite-sized chunks of knowledge gained over a period of some time and reading, and secondly to tap into that realm of inner-consciousness which is so often ignored by Western Man in this corrupt modern age.
It is hoped that the Strider column has inspired readers to follow their ancestral instincts and carve a new radical pathway for themselves in opposition to that which would destroy us all. Such a decision is for the individual reader to make, but the rewards for undertaking such a journey are bountiful.
Strider welcomes contact by email over the dark winter months, and questions can of course be answered. Whether the column reappears, however, is solely down to demand.
Finally, Strider presents the third instalment of a three-part fictional tale, first published in OR Briefing 208. It is by no means a conclusion to the tale, and Wyrd alone will dictate future proceedings.
Best Wishes and a Merry Waes Hael - Theod Astandan!
Strider
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The Journey - Part Three
Sweat ran down Dylan's face, despite the sub-zero temperatures. He knew he had to rest; just for a few minutes in order to get some food inside him. A rocky outcrop appeared along the path, and Dylan quickened his pace. Moments later he was squatting down beside his rucksack, out of reach of the icy wind. He stuffed his map case inside his coat and flexed his hands in an attempt to get the blood circulating, then rapidly sought out his flask and sandwiches. The hot, sweet coffee revived him somewhat, and Dylan smiled as he recalled recent events which saw him spending a few winter days in Snowdonia rather than down the pub in front of a warm fire with ale in his belly.
His meeting on New Year's Day with the old man in Garth's Music Shop had been ethereal, to say the least. There had been a dream like quality to that day - everything which related to the old man's words he could remember with clarity, but almost all else had faded from his memory. He could remember receiving the note, but not what he ate for breakfast; he could remember walking into town, but not the faces he'd seen along the way; he could remember all that the old man said, but not how he'd gotten home. But most of all he could remember how much he'd been moved by what was said in that meeting. So many questions had been answered; questions which Dylan had silently asked for years without ever actively seeking an answer to. But it wasn't just hard information the old man had imparted, there was emotion too. Even if Dylan hadn't understood a word, he would still have left with an overriding feeling both of wellbeing and concern; there was a sense of wholesome honesty in the old man's voice, and this honesty was never more apparent than in his parting question: "If you do not stand, who will?" he'd asked, before handing Dylan a scrap of paper.
* * *
Dylan still had the scrap of paper, but his memory faded at that point. Just as if he'd awoken from a dream. It was only when he had been tinkering with his bike later that New Year's Day that the memory of the meeting came flooding back. He'd reached into his pocket for a spanner he'd put there moment's earlier, and with it he'd pulled out the handwritten note. On one side it listed the address of a camping shop in Betws-y-Coed, a small Welsh town famed for its surrounding scenery, with a contact name of Mike, and on the other side was a map number, grid references of way points and a final destination along with a date and cut off time, printed boldly in red.
The ride into Wales had been dry but cold, and Dylan had no idea what to expect when he rolled the Triumph onto the car park of the bed and breakfast he'd booked over the 'phone. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and a wallet holding the last of his available cash as he climbed the wooden steps of the tidy but basic motel and checked in. Minutes later he was striding out across town in search of the camping shop, his thoughts full of curiosity.
* * *
The camping shop detailed on his instructions was a small military surplus store, and not immediately obvious amongst the other bright and colourful outdoor equipment suppliers, but Dylan had found it soon enough and proceeded inside. Note in hand, he introduced himself to the only man behind the counter. The owner, Mike, had given knowing smile and busily selected an array of items both from the shop floor and the stores out back. Soon the counter overflowed with items including rucksack, one-man tent, smock, stove, cutlery, sleeping bag, compass, map, knife and other expedition essentials. All of this was done in silence, until finally Mike took a long look at the equipment, then packed all the items into the rucksack, mentally checking them off as he went. "There you go," Mike said, then shook his head as Dylan reached for his wallet. "All taken care of."
And so Dylan, feeling slightly bemused, had returned to his lodgings.
* * *
Rain drizzled down from a grey sky as Dylan awoke on 9th January. He'd washed, dressed, ventured to the kitchen and eaten a hearty breakfast before returning to his room. There, he took stock of his equipment and made a few final preparations. Reference points had been clearly marked on his map, and he'd estimated the time it would take him to reach the destination specified in the old man's instructions, taking into account the bad weather and so forth. A bricklayer by trade, Dylan was in reasonable physical shape but he took nothing for granted and strived to ensure that he wouldn't be late. He checked his watch and relaxed for a while on the hard single bed, thinking back to what the old man had said. Despite the information he'd imparted, Dylan had no real idea just what lay at the end of this particular journey. The old man had said life itself was a journey, and that long journeys could be broken down into many smaller journeys. Dylan had thought long and hard about this, and had rationalised that in order to achieve any kind of success, each small journey had to be completed in order to proceed.
His only problem was that he had no idea of where this journey would lead.
But he had a map and a plan, so he would see where the road took him. There was no turning back, and furthermore, he was intrigued.
* * *
Dylan shivered violently and snapped out of his daydream. He'd rested on the mountainside for too long and risked exposure. He saw now how easy it was to fall prey to Mother Nature's power, and fought against the desire to sleep. He shoved the flask and sandwich wrapper back into his rucksack and pulled out the map from his coat. The wind whipped against his face as he rose stiffly to his feet, hauling his gear onto his back. Cloud was rolling in thickly now, and visibility was down to thirty yards or so, but the path was clear and his compass led the way. He let his mind stray back to the best part of the day trip so far; the fifteen minute ride he'd hitched from Betws-y-Coed to the lay-by near the lake where he had begun his ascent of Glyder Fawr. Nevertheless, despite the poor weather, the mountains appealed to Dylan. In a world which at many times felt overcrowded, the feeling of isolation which the mountains provided was more than welcome. And no doubt, were it not for the poor weather, there would be people up here in the mountains too. So Dylan welcomed the harsh conditions also.
He gritted his teeth and pushed on along the rock strewn trail. Out of the rolling cloud there loomed a mountain lake which looked like something out of legend. The surface rippled and churned as the wind blew, and Dylan checked his watch. He was still on target for his mysterious rendezvous, but he stopped abruptly with the sudden realisation that he would be spending the night on the mountainside. This was something he hadn't considered before, even though he'd packed his newly acquired tent. He merely presumed that there would be some kind of camping spot in a nearby valley, but it was obvious to him now that considering the time of year and the late afternoon meeting which had been specified by the old man on the note, there would be no time to descend the mountain in daylight hours.
A slight nervousness gripped Dylan, and he took a drink of water to calm his stomach before continuing on his way, scrambling up a steep incline into thick cloud. Questions bullied their way into his thoughts as he walked, and for the first time that day he considered turning back. But this was his journey, and to turn back on one journey may mean turning back on a whole series of important events. He remembered the old man speaking with him of evolution, and that this was a concept that should be applied to every hour of every day, rather than as an aspect of historical significance. Every journey was a process of evolution, and Mother Nature is only concerned with improvement. To recede is to fail in her eyes. And so Dylan moved ever forwards, doing Nature's bidding.
* * *
Almost without realising it, Dylan broke through the cloud and the world opened up before him. The wind dropped and the sun shone brightly from the western horizon, and he saw a picturesque village in the valley below. Shadows were cast across the uneven terrain, long and dark in contrast to the sun's evening glow. Dylan turned and looked up towards the peak of Glyder Fawr and followed his own shadow up the mountainside, one eye on his destination, the other on the Snowdon range, rising menacingly to his right.
* * *
Breathing heavily, Dylan reached the summit and looked around. He was on time, almost to the minute, but he could see no one else. Despite the awe inspiring views and sense of accomplishment, Dylan's heart sank. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he felt an overwhelming desire to share his experience with someone. Just then a gentle breeze brought the sound of voices to his ears and Dylan turned his head slightly to ascertain a sense of direction. He descended carefully from the peak, and listened intently as the voices grew louder.
Just then, Dylan rounded a cairn and looked down into a hollow surrounded by large rocks. A fire had been lit, and around the fire there gathered a group of twenty or so people. Some kind of ceremony was about to begin, and Dylan stopped, unsure whether to move forward or merely to observe. The decision was made for him, however, when one of the participants beckoned to him. Dylan squinted against the sun, and saw it was the old man from the music shop. Moving down the short slope, dropping his rucksack to one side, he approached the gathering as they formed into a circle. A pretty girl in her twenties reached out her hand to him and Dylan took it, closing the circle.
Then it began.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
Strider Issue 51 - 19th December 2008
As we approach the year's end and the seasonal cycle completes itself, Strider presents loyal readers with the second instalment of a three-part fictional tale, first published in OR Briefing 207.
The Journey - Part Two
Things were pretty normal in the weeks after the accident. Time spent in the hospital had been short lived and rebuilding the damaged bike was first and foremost in Dylan's mind upon his release. Progress was slow until the insurance cheque came through, but thereafter things moved along quickly. Yet as the last finishing touches were completed, a weight began to impose itself on his shoulders. Depression wasn't something he usually experienced, except perhaps first thing Monday mornings when the laying of bricks and the shovelling of cement were the last things he wanted to do. But this feeling wasn't merely the Monday morning blues - there was something else nagging him and it would have to be confronted.
It certainly wasn't the crash. Dylan had been down the road before, and he took an almost perverse pleasure from restoring damaged machinery to its former glory. His stay in hospital hadn't exactly been a bundle of laughs, and returning to his one bedroom flat above the dry cleaners didn't have him dancing a jig, but this wasn't the source of his new found melancholy state either. So Dylan took his usual route to answers; a Friday night trip down the local, a few pints of ale and a bag of chips on the way home. The pub had been unusually quite, and Dylan hadn't seen anyone he knew except for the bar staff. He'd sat in an alcove away from people he felt oddly distanced from, and let his thoughts drift. Yet no answers revealed themselves, and by the time he reached his flat late that evening, legs and shoulders aching from a tough day at the site, he was ready for nothing but sleep. And seconds after he'd collapsed, fully clothed onto his bed, sleep had come. And with sleep came the dreams.
Whether Dylan had experienced these dreams regularly, and had merely forgotten them upon waking, or whether this had been the first time they had visited since that evening he'd spent lying on a country road, drifting in and out of consciousness, he couldn't tell. But one thing was for certain; these were more than dreams. They were more like long forgotten experiences recalled in a moment of fever or hallucination. The sounds of clashing steel, the roar of battle and the feelings of fear and pain. Yet unlike many nightmares where one would wake up once the terror reached its peak, this dream had panned out like some kind of surreal movie, with a beginning, middle and ending. And the ending was crystal clear; soaring like an eagle, away from the carnage below and into the mountains where the air and streams emitted an icy cleanliness which was in exact opposition to the fire, adrenaline and primal emotion which emanated from the battlefield he'd left behind. It began with a journey, then came the thunder, then came the clarity. And then he awoke.
The early morning sun hit Dylan square in the face on that winter's morning and despite the ale he'd consumed, he felt energised and full of vitality. He stripped, showered and put on clean jeans and a sweater before heading to the kitchen. Tea made the old fashioned way along with rounds of toast and marmalade were first on the agenda, and then Dylan sat and considered his options. Knowledge was the key to understanding, that much was certain. And so, despite not being an avid reader, he decided that the library must be his first point of call. Finishing his tea and toast, Dylan pulled on his worn boots and scuffed leather jacket, picked up his gloves, helmet and rucksack and headed off to the garage he rented from the council.
* * *
A wry smile crossed Dylan's face as the Triumph started first time. The jet black paint gleamed and the minimal amount of chrome had been lovingly polished to within an inch of its life. Part of his smile reflected the pride in his handiwork, but there was another reason to feel pleased; his insurance cover had paid out accident compensation. Not a huge amount, but enough for him to take a couple of months off work. And those months would not be wasted.
* * *
As winter closed in, Dylan read. The days were taken up by trips to libraries near and far aboard his iron steed, and the evenings were spent sat at the old oak table in his kitchen, surrounded by books. The tea pot was filled time and again, and the gas oven produced both food and warmth. He found the old works the best, but there were more modern texts which spoke to him also. He craved information like a drug, but was moved as much by enlightening, soulful prose as by cold, hard, occasionally shocking fact. And the intellectual journey took him places he'd never have expected. What he saw in microcosm was equally reflected in macrocosm. The universe cried out to him, and nature was revealed in all its fierce and majestic glory. He began to feel a part of all things rather than a spectator, and as the evenings passed by, the occult revealed itself. Indeed, the very word 'occult' became a joke. The world around him opened up, and the very notion of the forces of nature being in some way hidden was either a ridiculous oversight by a confused populace or a deliberate attempt to suppress ancient understanding by forces unknown. Most probably it was a combination of both. It was akin to an awakening, and the feelings that rushed through Dylan's mind were mixed. The future looked somehow more exciting that he ever could have imagined, but his past years seemed shrouded in fog, as if he'd been walking through life with eyes half shut. Dylan had never taken drugs, but had spent more than a few days recovering from hangovers, and this was how he felt now as his mind was cleansed by a fresh understanding of life.
Time flew by, as it generally does when one is immersed in thought and concentration. Festive decorations appeared in the High Street outside the window of his flat, and Dylan watched through misted glass as local officials erected a tree in the centre of the shopping precinct. A tree of life, yet that kind of symbolism went over the heads of both the shoppers and the workmen designated to erecting one of the last obvious links to a past understanding. Yet brutally hacked from the soil where it once grew and covered with plastic trimmings, it was more a perversion than an adequate historical reminder. The tree, branches already wilting in sadness, was a far more heartrending image to the enlightened mind than the Christian image of Jesus on the cross. The glory of nature reduced to an impotent spectacle of the twisted mind. Dylan moved away from the window and shook his head. The information he'd absorbed so far was not to become the catalyst for depression, of that he was determined. Something good must be achieved. Of course, in merely gaining a new understanding of life, Dylan had achieved something, but there was a voice screaming from his unconscious mind that said 'why stop there?' It was almost a calling, but he was at a loss to explain things further.
* * *
The reading continued, and the annual festivities came and went. Dylan attended the customary parties and gatherings organised by family and friends, but his thoughts were elsewhere, and when New Year's Eve rolled around, he decided to stay at home. Gifts of books had been requested, albeit from rather surprised relatives who were used to him asking for motorcycle-related paraphernalia, and therefore he had plenty of reading material to get through before work beckoned once more. On 31st December, a large joint of pork sat roasting in Dylan's oven along with a variety of vegetables and sliced potatoes, and bottles of locally produced beer rested in the larder awaiting consumption. And just as he savoured the first perfect mouthful of roast meat, the first flakes of snow began to brush against the frosty glass of the kitchen window. Dylan certainly wasn't a reclusive individual by nature, but as he savoured good food and drink and observed the icy fingers of winter reaching out across the land, he wished to be nowhere else on earth. With alcohol in his veins and food in his stomach, Dylan retired early to bed. He read for a time, then sank into the soft mattress and into a restful and dream-free sleep.
* * *
New Year's Day broke, and Dylan opened the curtains to reveal a picturesque view. Thick snow blanketed the town as far as the eye could see, and the white beauty was unbroken. No footsteps had touched the virgin snow and the sun rose in a clear blue sky. Dylan was filled with a sense of happiness, as if the awakening he felt in his soul was reflected in the new dawn which he viewed from the window of his flat. He felt like heading off into the countryside, and vowed to do just that as soon as he'd had breakfast. The second he was about to turn away, however, he caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. Instinctively Dylan withdrew out of sight and watched as an elderly man, with hat pulled down, collar turned up, and stick in hand, shuffled quickly up to the rear of the premises. Just as he neared the building he produced an envelope from his coat pocket, then Dylan lost sight of him. Suddenly three loud knocks sounded from the door, and the man re-appeared, shuffling back the way he had come. Dylan watched him go, then, overcome by curiosity, he went to see what the old man had left.
The envelope was small and light, and had been sealed with wax. Dylan took it into the kitchen, set the kettle to boil, then broke the seal with his finger. He withdrew a small piece of paper, unfolded it and read the brief but intriguing message:
"Garth's Music Shop, Today, 9am."
Dylan couldn't put two and two together. He'd been to Garth's before on the odd occasion to purchase strings for his Telecaster, but had never been served by an elderly gentleman; rather a young lad who appeared less than knowledgeable in terms of guitars or indeed music generally. Dylan put the note on the worktop and filled the tea pot. It was much too interesting a prospect to pass up on, of course, and he would certainly be following the instructions he'd been given. He glanced at the clock, and figured out a rudimentary timetable. Breakfast, a shower and a short walk to Garth's. The trip into the countryside would have to be put on hold for the time being.
* * *
By the time Dylan hit the High Street, it was already teeming with bargain hunters. The sales were already in full swing, and the snow had turned quickly to darkened slush in the consumerist stampede. Dylan pushed through legions of shoppers, worked his way steadily towards Oak Street, then cut down a back alley, past a beauty salon and along the cobbles towards the Lion public house, next door to which stood Garth's Music Shop. Dylan cupped his hands against the glass and peered inside. The shop was in darkness and he could see no one inside. His heart sank as he considered the possibility that he'd been the subject of a childish prank, but before he left, he gave the door a gentle push. And with a creak, it opened.
He wandered inside, letting the door close behind him. His eyes adjusted slowly to the shadowy interior, and he was careful not to knock into the various instruments on display. "Hello…?" Dylan called. "Is there anybody there?"
Suddenly, the sound from an expertly played piano broke the silence. A gentle, slow paced tune which drew Dylan past the shop counter towards the back room. He rounded the doorway cautiously, and saw the figure of an old man hunched over the piano, fingers gently caressing the keys with a grace that was surprising considering his obvious great age. The tune came to a close as Dylan stood and waited patiently while the last notes drifted softly into silence.
Eventually the old man turned around, his eyes fixing on Dylan's. "You've been reading some interesting books, or so my friend at the library tells me," he said.
"I've been to many libraries," Dylan replied with a puzzled frown.
The old man chuckled. "I have many friends at many libraries," he said. "Why don't you sit down and I can impart more information than you'll find in any book."
Dylan shivered involuntarily and moved into the room a little way. The old man hadn't posed a question, it was more like a pleasantly worded command. He nodded, and although nervous he knew taking a forward step was entirely the right thing to do. "Who are you?" Dylan ventured the question which burned most brightly.
"Someone just like you," came the reply. "A man who wants the truth. A man who fears the death of his culture and heritage. And a man who is prepared to act as well as think." The elderly musician paused, then beckoned. "Come, sit down. There's much to discuss."
And so Dylan sat down.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 50 - 12th December 2008
As we approach the year's end and the seasonal cycle completes itself, Strider presents loyal readers with the first of a three-part fictional tale, first published in OR Briefing 206.
The Journey - Part One
The colours passed by in a blur of yellow, red and orange, and the cool autumn air rushed across Dylan's face as he snicked another gear and listened to the thunder from the open pipes of his jet black Triumph motorcycle. In another age his steed would have had iron hooves rather than rubber radials, but in essence it was all the same. As far as transport was concerned, the motorcycle, like the horse, was the natural choice of the free thinker and kept the weather-beaten traveller in close contact with the elements.
Everything had gone perfectly. A couple of mid-week days away from work was the only excuse Dylan needed for an impromptu camping trip. A tent, sleeping bag and some basic cooking utensils had been quickly strapped to the back of the bike, and the pockets of his worn leather jacket were stuffed with a few banknotes, a box of matches and a tobacco tin he'd purchased years earlier from a High Street antiques shop. He'd need nothing else except the occasional tank of fuel required to do the necessary miles in search of a good place to rest his head. And a good place he'd most certainly found.
Dylan thought back to the previous day. The trees had become more numerous as the towns were left behind. The hills had risen above the sweeping road, the rivers had become a little clearer, and although he couldn't hear them, Dylan knew the birds were singing. This was his favourite time of year. The smell of approaching winter was in the air, the landscape was going through a seasonal change, yet there was still warmth to be had from the low lying sun. Soon the days would be too short for camping trips, and the comfort and company of the tavern would beckon, but unlike many of his friends, Dylan was not afraid of time spent alone. In fact he often craved it. Holidays spent in busy airports, on crowded beaches or in tourist towns were not for him. When work or life in general became too much, the solitude of nature beckoned, along with the open road.
Eventually he'd found the place. It was almost calling out to him as he rounded a gentle bend, crossed a small bridge and followed the dirt track which led away from the main road through a coppice of trees down to the water's edge. The trees gave him shelter from what little traffic there was, and once near the water, he could have been a thousand miles from anywhere. As the shadowy fingers of approaching night crept silently across the land, Dylan had sat in the flickering glow of his small camp fire, savouring the lingering taste of a meal of bacon and fried bread, and took his old tobacco tin from the inside pocket of his jacket.
He traced the dents and contours of the tin with his fingers. It had seen some hard times, that was for certain. And if only it could talk… what tales it could tell! Dylan smiled at the ridiculous notion of a taking tobacco tin, whilst rolling himself a cigarette. He struck a match and watched as the first tendrils of blue smoke curled up from the tip of his roll-up. He didn't really consider himself a smoker, but there were times such as this when he enjoyed the intimacy and relaxation which a cigarette provided. Nevertheless, it was a habit he knew he should kick, but that was something for another day. The camp fire crackled and spat forth a shower of sparks, and Dylan pulled up the collar of his jacket and relaxed back against the width of an large oak, turning his attention back to the tobacco tin. He angled it so it caught the light, and attempted to read the words engraved upon the metal for probably the hundredth time:
Léafa, Cynn, Woden
Dylan had no idea what the words meant, but knew they were not written in any modern tongue. He'd pondered the question for a time, then placed the tin back into his pocket and closed his eyes, letting the sound of the river and the warmth from the fire sink deep into his soul.
* * *
The wild-eyed stag snapped Dylan out of his reminiscent trance. There was no time to think and it was all he could do to manoeuvre the bike around the stationary and equally surprised animal. He kept the power on and counter-steered the suddenly heavy machine from one side of the road to the other, then back again so as to avoid any oncoming traffic which might be headed his way through the oncoming blind bend. The evasive action was very nearly successful, but the bend was approaching fast and the Triumph just didn't have the ground clearance to be cranked over at such an angle. Leaves on the road added to the impossibility of staying upright, and a massive bolt of adrenaline ensured Dylan tensed up just as the exhaust pipes hit the deck.
The noise was like Armageddon. Scraping, screeching metal from the grounded motorcycle plus the wretched sound of helmet and leather on hard, cold tarmac. Dylan slid and spun; his vision registering a mixture of sky and earth, until finally he came to a bone-jarring halt amongst the roadside vegetation. His first concern was the bike, but try as he might, he couldn't move. A wave of panic threatened to overwhelm him, and then the pain hit like a sledgehammer. His breathing turned to frightened gasps, his vision clouded, and there was darkness.
* * *
Dylan opened his eyes. Some time had elapsed, of that he was certain, for now the shadows were long. No car had passed by and no help had arrived. His mouth was dry and still he could not move, yet some nearby sound drifted to his ears. With an effort that seemed immense considering the insignificance of the action, Dylan rolled his eyes towards the source of the noise. His helmet narrowed his vision somewhat, but as he collected his scattered senses, he realised that he was lying on his side. An image formed a few feet in front of him, and just as he managed to focus, the large raven spread his wings and lifted powerfully into the air. Dylan's last thoughts before he lapsed again into unconsciousness were of a dying man eaten by vultures.
* * *
The dreams were vivid and terrifying. The screeching sound of the Triumph sliding along the road metamorphosed into the sounds of battle. Eons of death and destruction raced through Dylan's mind, and he struggled to contemplate its meaning. He soared aloft like an eagle, looking down first upon green pastures and forests, then upon the blood and filth of war. Warriors from all ages appeared in front of him, first with sword, then with gun. And a homestead; a lonely woman filled with fear, seated at a long wooden table, staring out of a window across barren fields, watching for a husband who she knew would never return. Onwards Dylan flew, through the clear air of mountains and then through the smog of the city. With each beat of his wings, he saw something new. Something beautiful, followed by something which scarred his very soul. Then the images became steadily worse, until he could hardly recall beauty at all; instead his every thought and vision was one of darkness and poison. Suddenly his wings stiffened in pain, and he plummeted downwards. The scorched earth raced up to meet him, a chasm opened like a giant's mouth, and then there was nothing.
* * *
Dylan awoke. Night had fallen, and he could feel icy rain trickling across his neck. Another sound had disturbed him, and he felt grateful. There was physical pain in the moments he spent awake, but that was nothing compared to the horror of his dreams. His visor had misted up, and he struggled to make out the source of the sound. Footsteps approached, then a hazy silhouette crouching over him. A hand reached down and slowly clicked open Dylan's visor to reveal half of a white-bearded face, deeply lined with age, but when Dylan rolled his eyes to take in a fuller view of this solitary figure, the man withdrew slightly. The brim of a hat shrouded the old man in mystery, and a sparkling eye winked at Dylan before retreating completely into the shadows.
Dylan's throat burned with thirst, yet he managed a few questioning words. "Who are you?"
"Just a wanderer, like you," the old timer replied.
Dylan used every ounce of strength to turn his head for a final glimpse of the stranger, but to no avail. He was quite possibly paralysed, yet before he could dwell on such thoughts, there came another sound. The sound of an approaching ambulance.
* * *
White sheets enveloped him like a shroud, and Dylan thrashed against them. Light burned into his eyes, and strong arms held him down. He fought until he could fight no more, then stopped, gasping for breath.
"Relax," came the soothing tone of a man who sounded in complete control. "You're a very lucky man."
Dylan came slowly to his senses as the hands holding him down relaxed their grip. His vision cleared to reveal a doctor and the smiling face of a nurse. He was in a hospital ward, and Dylan suddenly realised that, although still in much pain, he was certainly not paralysed. The medical staff stepped back, and Dylan saw a glint of metal on the table at his bedside, and instinctively reached out for it.
"We were going to take that away until we realised you didn't use it to keep tobacco in," the doctor said. "You get some rest now, and with a bit of luck you'll be home by this evening."
Dylan watched as the doctor and nurse walked away, then took hold of the small tobacco tin. He shook it and something inside rattled. Almost without thinking he whispered the words, "Faith, Folk, Family… Odin," as his eyes passed over the inscription, and he gently pulled off the lid. Inside was a small silver hammer pendant complete with leather thong, and all traces of tobacco had disappeared.
He slipped the gift around his neck, wincing slightly as he did so, then sank back onto the bed to consider what the future held for him. One thing was for sure: the journey which Dylan had begun on his Triumph was certain to lead further tan a tank of petrol could take him.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 49 - 5th December 2008
Most men and women have no idea of the power they hold within. This lack of self-comprehension has been made all the worse throughout recent decades due to the fact that many of our folk live a much less physically demanding lifestyle than our forebears, and is coupled with a media promoted fashion for abject laziness.
The single, simple truth which needs relating is that only through struggle can a people maintain their physical and mental sharpness, and thus improve or evolve into a better, stronger people.
Conversely, when there is no struggle, there is death.
Unfortunately, the death which comes from a lack of struggle is preceded by a slow, creeping illness which for the most part goes unnoticed. That is to say, it goes unnoticed by those it directly affects, but nevertheless is incredibly obvious to those few who are not affected.
The problem faced by political nationalists is not so much that of awakening the sleeping sick, for their sense of greed and selfishness is sufficiently alive to manage to mark an 'X' upon a ballot paper for any electoral candidate who appears likely to offer him something of worth. The problem is actually motivating awakened nationalists into positive action.
Since the end of World War II, many nationalists have made a stupendous error. They believed that mentally awakening a significant number of their fellow kinsmen to the righteousness of our Cause was enough to get the job done at a political level. Yet while an increase in the ideological knowledge of our people is always positive, merely having the knowledge does not create the heroes necessary to do battle. To make the task more difficult, in the case of the political nationalist the battle is not on a field of mud and blood, but a seemingly impotent fight thrashed out in City Hall. A metaphorical cold shower to many a vaguely aroused patriot.
An understanding of our Cause, of history and of ideology, is not by itself enough to encourage the Children of Albion to break through their fear of confrontation or to place a spark in their perceived world of politics. Meetings can be packed to the rafters with nationalists who have a reasonable grasp of right and wrong, but when the call to battle (or the call for electoral candidates) is sounded, few will carry the flame forward.
The reason for this worrying phenomenon is that head and heart are two distinct components, and too much nationalist propaganda has been aimed at the head. The head may know what problems we face and the consequences should we fail, but it is the heart which drives all men of action.
The weak limbed intellectual is often stricken down by depression due to his lack of confidence in this realm of action, while the stereotypical barbarian is often the happier, more joyous character, for he lives his life to its fullest, unhampered by petty fears.
In building a movement which is focussed more upon intellectual might than on the very heart and spirit which any racial group has at its core, the over eager political theorist disturbs the balance of the nationalist movement and risks little forward gain.
Nationalism is akin to the Primal Emotion of love. No words can adequately describe this feeling, yet it is within us all, to some degree. Academics can talk all day of the meanings behind such Primal Emotions, but the only way they can be suitably released and capitalised upon is by appealing to the spirit which resides within, namely the heart or to put it in a more nationalistic sense, the folk soul.
As nationalism is an ideology which comes from within a folk group or tribe, we can see that in order for any manifestation of nationalism to succeed, including political nationalism, the 'head' must be equally in balance with the 'heart'.
In more plain terms, nationalist political groups must place ideological teachings on an equal level with methods of recruitment and motivation which delve deep into the psyche of their target audience.
In times of war, heroes are born from unlikely beginnings. Were it not for the need to push themselves beyond the boundaries of their fear, their inner heroism may never have surfaced and their lives would have been but a shadow of what they finally achieved. It is to our utter detriment that we must wait for the horror of war before our true abilities shine.
In times of political revolution, ways must be found to push members of nationalist political parties beyond their fear without pushing them away from the movement. To awaken the spirit of battle in our people before a physical battle takes place is the ultimate goal for political nationalists. Only by speaking directly to the heart or folk soul can this be achieved in times of peace.
"Children of Albion - step up to the mark!"
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 48 - 28th November 2008
"In reality, only a change in the attitude of the individual can bring about a renewal in the spirit of nations."
Carl Gustav Jung
1875 - 1961
In making that simple statement, C. G Jung put into one sentence what many will not grasp in an entire lifetime.
Imagine an individual who lives from birth to old age, yet never manages to comprehend the following:
- The culture of a country comes directly from its majority ethnic group.
- Ethnicity is not merely skin deep but a complete physical and psychological blueprint.
- Nationality refers to ethnicity and is not a civic identity.
There are millions upon millions of such individuals.
C. G Jung would never have made his great and truthful statement if there was not, at the time of writing, a problem deeply manifest in all Northern European nations. Indeed, the problem goes back over thousands of years, and covers the whole spectrum of our civilisation. From the people of Troy who were ethnically replaced by the people who we now refer to as Turkish, to the people of England, where the indigenous population are fast becoming a minority.
Great wars do not need to break out in order for civilisations to fall. If one considers the voting system, whereby a candidate who polls more votes than anyone else gets his hands upon the reigns of power, we can see that once an ethnic population comes near to being a majority, that particular ethnic group will vote for a candidate from their own racial group. We have recently seen this happen in America.
Only Northern Europeans suffer from the disease of neo-liberalism, whereupon they place the needs of others before themselves. All other races look after their own, and understand the mantra, 'Charity begins at home'.
The children of Albion are ironically faced with politicians who think globally in terms of everything but the debate on majority/minority ethnicity. Consider the following:
- Globally, amongst the main scientifically recognised categories of racial groupings, white people are in the minority. In a 'One World' situation, white people would be comprehensively out numbered and out voted.
It is, therefore, of absolute necessity that the children of Albion realise that for the traditions, customs and culture which came from within our very soul to continue to exist, a great change in the attitude of every indigenous individual must immediately occur.
Strider says that the time for gradual, careful, cautious, conservative change has long since passed. Those with their roots buried deep into the soil of these islands must rapidly rid themselves of all thoughts which do not originate with their own innate folk soul and re-immerse themselves in the tradition and culture of their forebears.
Those customs and rituals which originated and evolved alongside the birth and growth of our Northern European tribes have long since passed out of fashion; however fashion is nothing more than an invention of the two headed Capitalist-Communist machine.
Custom and ritual provide a means to understand the culture which comes from our own kin, and is the visible embodiment of our inner identity. With an understanding of such past traditions, the children of Albion shall be better placed to weather the approaching storm.
It is a fact that will certainly be hard to come to terms with for many, but our mindset has been moulded to serve purposes other than our own survival. Consumerism is the obvious example; we are constantly bombarded with propaganda which, should we fall prey, will see us damaging our own health at a personal, family or community level just to increase the profits of a faceless corporation.
That previous paragraph explains precisely why those of a nationalist mindset are so vilified by our profit-orientated Establishment.
Consider the words of the late C.G Jung, and practise considering your thoughts and emotions. Root out those which are not your own, and ruthlessly replace such thoughts with a steadfast mindset which more closely resembles that of your own ethnic group.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 47 - 21st November 2008
The study of psychology often sends both student and master into a downward spiral of depression and despair, yet Strider deals with the psychology of the children of Albion in an altogether different manner to the mainstream promoters of this area of immense interest.
The reason for this is that psychology has been hijacked by the neo-liberals in an attempt to pour scorn upon those of Aryan stock who wish to achieve their goals and ambitions, and in doing so bring us to our knees.
The great fear of neo-liberals is uplifting achievement and the promotion of glory, for these notions frighten those lacking in ancestral spirit and passion.
In this civilised age, fear of real change has been used and promoted by our ruling elite to keep our ancestral spirit in check, yet when one is told what to do - or more importantly, what not to do - this creates an air of rebellion.
Friedrich Nietzsche was a philosopher who, while he had many demons, almost always wrote with the intention of looking to the stars rather than down at the ground.
In its simplest form, walking with head held high is both a physical practice and a metaphor designed to set up an individual in preparation for achievement. One merely has to look at the way a man carries himself to determine his state of mind.
Presently, the children of Albion face the biggest challenge in their long and distinguished history. The question you must ask yourself is, "Am I facing the future with an air of unconquerable determination?"
- He who faces the fight thinking all will be easy is a fool.
- He who faces the fight knowing of the danger is best prepared.
Now is the time to make your decision. The choice is yours, and it falls neatly into two categories:
- To resist unnatural ideologies and carve a glorious path.
- To give in.
Will you give in? Will you betray your band of brothers?
If the answer to the above is "Yes" then you should part company with Strider immediately.
If the answer is an emphatic, "No" then arise, child of Albion, and aim to reach your potential. Be active and open your heart and mind. Listen to your unconscious mind and supersede your imagined fears.
Welcome to the revolution.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 46 - 14th November 2008
As the Age of Scarcity dawns, an Age of Heroes will be born from the necessity of the situation.
Strider has discussed the forthcoming realities of the Peak Oil crisis and how the efficiency of oil has driven population growth. In a nutshell, as the oil diminishes global famine will occur as the land cannot be worked by hand to provide for the number of people who once lived off an oil driven existence.
As harsh reality bites, the primal survival mechanism within us all will kick start us into action, yet only the elite few will have the strength, passion and courage to survive.
But these elite few, like many others, may only be acting as the situation demands. Indeed, an Age of Heroes will certainly be created as we look into the future from the comfort of the present.
When one considers heroes of past ages, military figures often sit squarely in the spotlight, such as Horatio Nelson. Or else we find others of note who have prevailed against all odds in conditions of unease, such as Florence Nightingale. More often than not, these great heroes have risen to glorious renown due to their proximity to peril. Whether danger has been forced upon them or they actively sought it out matters not - they were there, they rose to the challenge, they conquered their fear and they chose to go beyond the call of duty.
Presently, however, the danger to the children of Albion and other men of the West is such that it is not easily identified and thus does not send adrenaline coursing through the blood and awaken the sense of fear which is usually associated with acts of heroism. How can one complete heroic deeds if one is not afraid of death and openly defying this fear?
In that last question, we can see the way our ruling elite hold onto the reins of power. The fear they promote is not a direct fear such as one finds in warfare, it is a potential fear.
When a man of action finds himself in an arena where he must fight for his life and the lives of his friends and family, he steps forward into the danger zone and defeats the enemy lest he be defeated himself.
Yet when a citizen fears something which will only hurt him if he steps off the well trodden path, he finds it much easier to stay on that path. Of course, that path has been laid by the so-called 'master of puppets', and it leads wherever he desires… and the citizen never feels his primal survival instincts awaken even though the popular path leads directly to his downfall. Indeed, the very fact that so many other citizens are on the path just adds to his feelings of comfort.
A more pertinent question, therefore, is:
Is it more heroic to boldly arise from the mundane than to become a hero through immediate necessity?
Furthermore:
Why wait for immediate danger when one can act now?
At present, these are perhaps the most important question that can be asked, for never have the children of Albion been in such danger whilst simultaneously having no comprehension of their fate.
Strider's solution for the survival of our folk is simple:
Heroes must arise with immediate effect, and lead their people away from the popular path and towards a radical new horizon.
You, dear reader, must stop talking of problems and begin acting upon solutions using the knowledge amassed from great literature and the direct experience of others.
It is obvious that elitism and not equality is Nature's simplest yet most rigorously enforced rule, and to assume that the masses will comprehend all things is an exercise in the ridiculous. We are currently, ironically, ruled by a corrupt political elite who preach equality, but nevertheless most fail to grasp the fact that equality in the realm of man or beast is sheer fantasy.
Despite powerful popular influence to the contrary, those elite few with the ability to become men of action even when others do not believe action is necessary will rise to lead the way forward.
Others will sit and complain until an immediate need for action arises, yet by then it may be too late.
The alternative is death - make your choice: step off the popular path or follow your fellow citizens to their demise.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 45 - 7th November 2008
As the disease of apathy runs riot across the West, many of our people here in Britain feel as if they should give in. They see 'change' and they don't like it, but feel powerless to stop it.
As any psychologist will tell you, feelings of powerlessness are a major factor in mental illness, and at a lesser level they cause stress.
Consider what makes you angry in any given situation. Every time, without fail, it is the knowledge that you cannot do anything about wrongs which have been committed against you - from the destructive youth damaging a tree in your front garden and running away, face disguised by a hood or cap, to the devastation reaped upon your personal financial security by equally faceless, extremely powerful and seemingly untouchable people in banking or politics.
From your front door to the far reaches of the world, it seems that events are changing for the worse at an incredible rate… and you are afraid.
Like a small child, pushed into a darkened corner by an abusive stepfather, you have given your power over to a dark monster, and in doing so are doomed to live under oppressive rule.
Those statements are likely to make you feel angry, for no-one wishes to acknowledge that their lives are controlled against their own will. Yet in giving in to the tyranny of a government which does nothing to safeguard the interests of you and your family, and which actually penalises you for daring to live and breathe in your ancestral homeland, you are playing the part of that scared little child, curled up in a shadowy corner.
Disguising pride by faking an unconcerned attitude whilst simultaneously being eaten away inside by immense feelings of guilt is a fast track way to the nearest lunatic asylum.
Consider how you will feel, years from now, as you lie on your death bed; your island of Albion is in tatters and your people are but mere shells of the powerful folk they once were. Consider too the fate of your family.
Decades previous, you had it all on a plate. Yet all that was really important, you wasted.
Many people search continuously for a 'holy grail', or 'the meaning of life', but the simple truth is that life is only worthwhile if you strive to be all you can possibly be, and release the fiery passions which lie within.
Look at those elderly men and women who truly shine; they appear fit and well despite their great age. This is because they live life as Nature intended - with vigour.
Every man, woman and child of Albion knows full well that our race and nation is in peril. What we do with the next few decades will determine our right to live free and prosper or suffer under the yoke of alien tyranny.
Yet how many who realise this are actually active in securing a future for themselves and their family?
Strider has said before that Nationalism comes in two related forms:
- Political Nationalism
- Spiritual Nationalism
In order to disseminate information and provide a platform and access to the masses, the realm of politics has many benefits attached, yet if one is to be successful in politics, the children of Albion must become spiritually aware, both by attaining knowledge via reading and also via listening to their inner voice and comprehending the workings of Nature.
Set yourself two goals today, and achieve success on a step-by-step basis. Firstly, purchase one of the books listed at the end of this article, and secondly begin to be active in political nationalism.
The children of Albion cannot afford to fail. We are a nation with many benefits, not least our protective island status and our historically proven ability to win against all odds. But unless you are active in pursuit of survival, we will lose all we have ever had, and never again have a hope of regaining past glories… for death will have become us… forever.
- An English Nationalism, by Tony Linsell
- March of the Titans, by Arthur Kemp
- The Immigrant Invasion, by Arthur Kemp
- Thus Spoke Zarathustra, by Friedrich Nietzsche
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 44 - 31st October 2008
In a cult sci-fi TV series aired during the last two decades, one episode revolved around the characters discovering that some viruses could have a positive influence. Instead of making the host ill, they had the effect of increasing levels of luck and so forth.
The sci-fi series was a comedy, but there is something to be learned from the notion of a 'positive virus'.
As the coming Age of Scarcity opens out before us, the previously unthinking consumeroids will be forced to confront a reality which includes fuel rationing, power blackouts, food shortages, financial difficulties, job losses, cold, hunger, poor medical facilities, and so forth.
As this scenario unfolds (and it surely will, for the coming recession is oil driven and cannot be stopped by financial means alone) people will find themselves attacked by the 'virus' of depression. Indeed, depression is already a rising factor and a psychiatric issue which the establishment and affiliated corporate medical industry fails to understand. But as all things have their Polar Opposite, we must understand that it is enthusiasm which is the 'positive virus' with the potential to cure this problem.
Great swathes of our population will be affected by depression over the coming years, and an injection of enthusiasm must be introduced with immediate effect. Those glorious few who were once ridiculed by the 'consumeroids' regarding their uplifting and ambitious notions will soon become the catalysts for a sweeping antidote to the disease which has brought the children of Albion to the precipice of extinction.
Those whose spirit shines must act like a ray of sun which banishes the shadow of downheartedness. We have all watched and listened as a negative comment sweeps like a plague through the souls of those in close proximity, and many have stayed silent even though they held the antidote.
There will be those reading this who experience nervousness, fear, dread, nausea, sweating palms, dry mouth, panic attacks, dizziness and other similar symptoms when the thought of action enters their heads.
This is your folk-spirit fighting to escape the confines of your mortal body.
The cure for these symptoms of a strong folk-spirit is to release your inner strength before it consumes you from within.
Consider the talented artist. His day-to-day existence comprises of torment to the point of madness - until he indulges in his art. And then the passion flows and he is cured.
The children of Albion are folk-artists, and many mistake their fear for weakness. Every time a concession is made to an unjust authority, or one agrees with a statement known to be false, a burning anger rises; yet when this anger is not released, it poisons the body, making one feel sick and ill at ease.
Of course, not all men have the ability to be catalysts of positive change. It is both a Marxist and Capitalist notion to believe in equality (the Marxists believe all are equal; the Capitalists believe every 'consumeroid' beneath them is equal). But nevertheless, there are those who would read this and recognise themselves, and it is to these children of Albion Strider speaks.
Two things must be done in order to prepare for the coming age. Firstly one must learn the art of balance and control, and secondly one must truly understand the philosophies which underpin the natural world. The calm individual who holds the ability to raise the roof at a moment's notice, and who does so from a background of naturalism and the study of books and heroes, will evolve into an unstoppable force.
As the seeker of knowledge evolves, the art of spreading this antidote of purposeful enthusiasm to counter the force of depression can be practiced. Wherever people gather there is the opportunity to let their folk-spirit loose and watch as it awakens the souls of others.
Their eyes will lift from the floor, their body language will change.
In mere seconds, they will be conversing not in the language of 'consumeroids' but in the language they were born to speak.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 43 - 24th October 2008
Those with zero ambition appear content to wander the earth with no purpose other than fulfilling their base needs. The far flung Polar Opposite of these individuals are those who seek truth and answers with an almost pathological urgency.
In the case of the former, life is but a waste. In the case of the latter, often nothing worthwhile is physically accomplished due to the lack of focus for their boundless mental energy.
Looking into some religions - especially those religions which come from the folk soul of a highly intelligent people - one may find a desperate need to control and ritualise almost every trivial aspect of existence, from dawn until dusk. It is almost as if religion is used to legitimise mania, and if it were not for the need to be thinking at a hundred miles an hour every minute of every day, a vengeful God would strike them down.
Yet so often the concept of balance is ignored by many a self declared 'wise man'.
He who understands balance will reap more rewards than any otherwise enlightened philosophiser, for Nature herself revolves around this concept. Man, that is to say the man who is not content to live a life of squalor, so often looks too hard for answers when the answers are right there, on his own doorstep.
It is a popular romantic notion to look far to the east for inspiration, yet shun the wonders of the west. A notion partly fuelled by media influence, yet perhaps holds some logic, for many see foreign inspiration and new ideas as a way to escape a self inflicted mundane existence. They are, in effect, attempting to escape from who they really are.
Of course, this is impossible.
This modern age has seen an explosion of mental health problems; many of which revolve around self-loathing. In order to escape from oneself, the afflicted individual looks far away for answers. However attempting to fix a mental or spiritual illness with a non-folk orientated philosophy or ideology is like trying to fix a PC with components from a Mac.
Healing for the physical aspect of the body in the form of culturally different techniques can of course work, with Reiki and Yoga being obvious examples. The manner in which the human body operates is the same the world over.
But on a psychological level, the children of Albion have, over millennia, come to be an intrinsic part of the natural environment which once surrounded them. This natural environment has changed drastically over the last few hundred years, yet deep in the British subconsciousness there is a flicker of Primal understanding whenever a forest path is walked, or a river passed by.
Intertwined in this bond between man and folk land is an innate ability to tune into the teachings of our forebears, who themselves were taught from their close proximity with Nature.
The only truth which needs be comprehended is the workings of Nature. While many men brandish their holy books and talk incessantly of another mans' interpretation of truth, the man of wisdom merely has to reach out and touch a little piece of his ancestral homeland, and in doing so will understand who he really is.
While many speak of what they don't like, consider first what you do like. Then proceed to not only act in conserving it, but actively promote it.
Inaction is death. The children of Albion must act if they want to live and conquer new frontiers. While there is air to breathe there is the opportunity to succeed.
Consider this real-life scenario of a local public house. Look as working men complain over pints of ale. They are complaining quietly so as to only be heard by their close circle of friends, lest someone disagree with their views. But little do they know everyone else would wholeheartedly agree!
Now consider that scenario with one significant, fictional change. Amidst the evening chatter, a stranger enters the room. He is largely ignored until he draws a heavy table to the centre of the room and stands upon it. He radiates authority. The patrons look on, their voices now reduced to a subtle, uneasy murmur. Suddenly the stranger speaks with the roar of a lion. He tells it like it is, and all in the room cheer, for he states what they would only ever whisper. But then behold! He offers a solution, and the crowd draw back in shock, for his solution requires action. For a moment panic grips the hearts of these apparently tough, once relaxed drinkers. Their zone of comfort has been shattered. But when the stranger says not, "Liberty or Death!", but a much more meaningful, "Action or Death!" the men rise in rapturous applause, for they fully comprehend just how right he is.
From that moment on, the children of Albion never looked back, and their future was bright.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 42 - 17th October 2008
If an individual only ever concentrates on what he is against in his quest to reach political heights, that individual clearly and obviously lacks balance. Then, once the reins of power are handed over, he will fail his people entirely.
The media play the same game in their quest for loyalty. Newspapers especially sensationalise all that is negative, yet they are never able to offer solutions.
Political and media popularity rests solely on an ability to find demons and exploit them. Our materialistic, apathetic Western people in their current state of existence are only awakened by the use of ever more shocking audio and visual expletives. They sleep until manipulated into controlled momentum by a few well chosen phrases and images, which direct them into acting (and more importantly voting) in a set pattern as ordained by our ruling elite.
There are, of course, ideological demons which are entirely detrimental to our own British way of life. And these ideologies should be vigorously opposed. But only from the perspective of spiritually in-tune nationalists, more commonly referred to here as 'children of Albion'.
The children of Albion oppose that which has the potential to do them harm but they do it from a solid bedrock of core knowledge and understanding.
Nationalist knowledge and understanding is the defining difference between the knee jerk reactionary and the true freedom fighter and friend of his people. We live in a world where one minute a potential leader is pointing the finger of blame at one set of demons, and the next minute he is aligning himself with another set of demons… usually with the intention of appearing 'fair' and 'moderate'.
The true friend of his people would say, "I am one of you - we have nothing to fear for limitless potential is within us! Be yourselves and raise the banner of your ancestors; we are masters of our own destiny!"
From an early age, our mentors (aka parents and teachers) have told us not to worry what others think of you and not to follow the crowd. Yet isn't that what we are doing now as an entire nation? The crowd our young are most often seen following are not even of our own blood, and the modern mentor commonly found in a childhood devoid of honest folk-heroes is a spittle-flecked Marxist; a true demon if ever there was one.
Thus we must look for leaders who exhibit traits true to our own ideals, and if none can be found then you must look within for your hero quality. It is a fact of life that just when you need help the most, you end up fending for yourself. Therefore the solution to this oft-ignored problem is to stop waiting for a leader and become that leader yourself. How many times has a new leader heard from those who follow him the phrase, "I'm glad you came along - I've been waiting for the chance to do something worth while."
Waiting? Waiting! As precious moments of life ticked by, these people (who agreed with the nationalist cause) have been waiting!
Now is always the time to act. Action is always right, for to stand still is to perish. Many a good man has died on the battlefield due to hesitation, and the punishment is no less severe in any other struggle. Act or die, act or die!
The great naval hero Horatio Nelson exhibited traits which must be strived for. He was not a physical specimen of that you might see in a modern day action movie, and he suffered throughout his early years at sea with many ailments, yet the spirit he held within and exhibited on a constant basis took this sickly boy to glorious heights, and into the realm of folk-hero.
Nelson showcased many innate characteristics of the children of Albion: passion, desire, skill, courage and commitment. These are the traits which built an empire. All of these characteristics are still within us, yet suppressing them is furthering our demise as a people and also as individuals.
When passions are suppressed, spiritual sickness occurs. This is a great truth, and can be seen on a day to day basis, especially in our young, who are less adept at hiding the symptoms.
The great solution which will solve all our ills is not directly to be found in politics but in a thorough comprehension of nationalistic spirituality and the realisation of our potential. Politics may indeed be a vehicle for our innate characteristics to be realised and deployed, depending on population size after the 'Peak Oil' crisis had developed, but all politics without ethno-spiritual understanding is doomed to failure. Furthermore, current political leaders without a true understanding of the ways and wonders of the children of Albion will certainly reap untold destruction upon the British nation. This entirely possible scenario of total destruction is approaching…
You must change you habits and your way of thinking, or perish as a forgotten entity. The polar opposite of this fate is to rise as a folk-hero. Make your choice, and do not be afraid of your own potential.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 41 - 10th October 2008
The greatest mistake made by deniers of evolutionary progress is their entirely incorrect assumption that evolution is merely a physical aspect. The truth is that evolution occurs on a day-by-day basis, and once one fully understands the concepts revealed below, amazing and life changing results can be made, both personally and nationally.
From the day he is born, a new baby begins to evolve mentally. This is done unconsciously, in that he does not have to think about his personal development - it happens as a pattern of Nature.
One of the earliest exercises in personal evolution is the 'bricks in a box' game.
A small child is given a wooden box with holes cut in the top, along with various bricks of differing shapes. He must then match the correct shapes with the relevant holes in order to complete the game.
The next time he plays, his level of expertise will increase until very soon no mistakes are made.
In just a few short sessions, personal mental evolution has occurred.
In completing the above exercise, the child has set foot on a road of self-discovery. Things change, however, when the brain begins to develop and the process of learning becomes less a natural instinct designed to rapidly make a youngster fit for a dangerous world, and more a self-imposed conscious effort.
In a society geared up almost entirely for the weak willed, lacklustre imbecile, it is all too easy for even an individual of sound mind to follow the crowd and fall into the trap of a lazy existence. A comfort zone is reached, and that is where that person stays. In fact, if that person does not push himself beyond the boundaries of that State created metaphorical padded cell, death and decay become him. It matters not at what level this comfort zone occurs; the fact that it has occurred means personal evolution has ceased.
There is no middle ground in Nature - either one is living or dying. The definition of living is evolution; pushing boundaries, discovering new frontiers, gaining new skills and actively attacking fear with fists raised and passion inflamed. Conversely, the definition of death is something which is stationary and not evolving. Apathy and blind acceptance of an imminent fate are obvious signs of death. Signs currently seen every day in Britain.
In terms of a nation, that nation is dying when it is not pushing forward as one, either militarily or in terms of technological or exploratory advancement.
Combining the idea of individual evolution together with the national interest, one can observe in the current political climate that the children of Albion are dying as a race and nation.
The State is not evolving; it is dying as it stands still. The State is currently a separate entity to the British nation, in that it does not represent the children of Albion in any way, shape or form. However, the death of the State is one thing - the death of the British people is another.
In order to cure this nation's ills, the current State must decline and perish before being reborn in the image of the people of this land. Yet this can only happen if the children of Albion realise that they hold an untapped energy which has been languishing inside their soul, going unused as they relax in their personal comfort zones.
Presently, a change is occurring which is out of the control of both the children of Albion and the ruling elite. That change is 'Peak Oil'.
Almost every aspect of the world economy is oil driven, and the fact that oil is a finite resource tells us that whatever the global bankers do to avert an impending worldwide depression, their efforts will fail.
The only commodities worth a damn are those which are finite and yet do not diminish in quantity. A very rare thing, for even precious metals are used in industry and resources become depleted. Even though gold, for example, is virtually indestructible, it would be a near impossible task to recycle the gold used in dentistry, medicine and the computer industry, to name but a few.
Therefore we come to the only possible logical conclusion: Our current way of living cannot continue for much longer, and with that impending change in lifestyle will come a re-awakening. This re-awakening will be in the form of looking inwards, and finding out just who we really are. In recent times, all focus has been on the world outside of ourselves; money, goods, celebrities, entertainment and so forth. But soon a fight for personal and community survival will begin to take place. The children of Albion will find that their natural instincts and abilities have not perished with Nelson and Wellington, but remain within as eternal genetic coding. Suddenly the switch will be thrown, and the re-awakening will commence.
By breaking out of your comfort zones now, you will be preparing yourself for the times ahead.
Readers may fear these words, but your thoughts need re-adjustment, for it is this material age we must be afraid of, as it is sapping the will of our best people. Great potential is going unused. The change is coming whether you like it our not. It is how the children of Albion face this challenge that will be the important factor in how we subsequently survive, progress and evolve.
Smash through your zone of comfort and prepare yourself, for the coming decades will later be defined as 'The Age of Heroes'.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 40 - 3rd October 2008
Walk through any town centre and you'll see them: kids aged thirteen to eighteen, oozing mock confidence and laughing cynically at passers by. However, the mock confidence is merely a thin veneer of armour which hides their fear of responsibility and the cynicism betrays their complete ignorance of the notion of true humour. Hundreds of thousands of kids stand on the precipice of a giant black hole; should they fall in - and many will - they face a lifetime of depression and fear, where their only meagre consolation is that their life will undoubtedly be significantly shorter than the individual who maintains a balanced existence.
To understand both what is wrong with those youngsters described above and more importantly how to solve the problem at a National level, we need to be able to comprehend Nature's concept of balance.
Previous historical manifestations of Nationalistic consciousness have often exhibited a significant lack of balance. Whether we are talking of leaders or followers, one only has to peruse the news archives to come up with all manner of stereotypical images relating to Nationalism, none of which needs discussing here, for you will already have concocted a mental image of your own after reading the first sentence of this paragraph. Such is the power of the media.
Yet unlike all other ideologies, Nationalism is unique in that its philosophy is not merely an idea from the conscious mind (the part of the mind where we do our day-to-day thinking) but instead Nationalism comes from the sub-conscious mind, which is more commonly referred to as the heart, soul, or even folk-soul. If human beings were born without the ability to think and speak in terms of words, we would all act in a Nationalistic manner. Just as the birds and animals place territory and family at the top of the agenda, so too do true Nationalists for the simple reason that deep down we are hard wired to think this way. It is how we have survived for millennia.
But nevertheless, many of us do not currently think this way and it is our youth which is most vulnerable to influences which drown out our Natural thought process. During the rapid personal evolutionary period known as childhood, humans take in vast amounts of information and this information becomes the psychological building blocks for the future. Generally the most rapid stages of learning are at that time when a child's parents set the predominant example, yet as soon as that child enters school a whole new scene of influence is opened up. However, even during the formative years of education, due to the child's young age, a certain amount of common sense parental influence remains on the agenda to provide some kind of guiding light as to what is good and what is not. The real danger period, therefore, is puberty and the years which immediately follow.
Puberty is a time of change, and it is a lack of hormonal balance which causes the aforementioned danger period. In eons past, when civilisation was unknown and mankind exhibited more barbarian characteristics, entering puberty was a sign of adulthood. Rites of passage were conducted, and indeed still are amongst all other cultures that have stayed true to their roots. Boy would become man and girl would become woman; and this in itself meant responsibility.
Nowadays, in modern Britain, in a Nation which calls itself civilised, we are faced with a conundrum: our youth reach an age of traditional, indeed genetic, responsibility, yet live in a society which denies them any feelings of self worth.
For an Aboriginal boy in Australia, reaching puberty means 'Walkabout' - he is sent into the wilderness to survive and fend for himself, and upon his return he is considered a man.
Yet for a typical British lad, reaching puberty means more of the same, education wise, coupled with a hormonal change which seeks the kind of physical outlet mostly frowned upon in this civilised society.
For a girl of any culture which acts as Nature intended, reaching puberty and the beginning cycle of menstruation means the potential for childbirth, which obviously has enormous consequences regarding the status of the young woman and her role in the community. Given that before the onset of civilisation, long term community survival depended upon the health and safety of their females of child bearing age, one can imagine how valued young women must have felt. Consider the lengths the Trojans went to in order to rescue Helen of Troy in Homer's epic tale, and consider too the sense of self worth Helen must have felt to have two whole armies fighting over her. They fought not just for her physical beauty but for her potential as a bearer of children; the conscious mind sees beauty yet the sub-conscious mind thinks in terms of folk-survival, and progression of the community. Helen of Troy represented the mother figure, a bearer of future children of Troy. Helen was, therefore, the very future of the Trojan people.
Yet for a typical British girl, reaching puberty means more of the same, education wise, coupled with a hormonal change which seeks the kind of physical outlet mostly frowned upon in this civilised society.
The destruction of British youth is no accident. What readers, especially young readers, must come to terms with is that the spiritual collapse of our people is the flip side of the same coin to the economic and industrial collapse of this Nation. In brief, in order to create the correct environment for an international power shift towards globalisation (this time to the European Union) our political masters must first destroy our real world assets. This, theoretically speaking, will eventually have the effect of making the EU seem appealing to the British people. But whilst on paper this seems like a viable concept, our ruling elite know full well that while any National pride remains, the British people would never concede to a hostile takeover by a foreign power - especially when the cat is long since out of the bag concerning how our own politicians have deliberately sabotaged almost all commercial enterprise, trade, craft and professional capability the indigenous British folk have until now had by the bucket load.
Our potential as a people - a people who, with the British Empire, once dominated over twenty percent of the world's land area and more than four hundred million people, not to mention ruling the waves with the finest Navy ever seen - has given the modern liberal-globalist nightmares for many a year. For even though the British Empire may have been seen as a globalist enterprise by those we ruled over at the time, it was never a Communist one. In the 1900's, elitism ruled the roost here in the island of Albion, and elitism goes hand in hand with the philosophy of evolution. Promotion of the best people for the best jobs is plain old common sense, in accordance with the laws of Nature, even if the elitism tag has become unfashionable or 'politically incorrect'.
And so, long story short, for the modern day neo-liberals to attain their one world utopia, aka a Federal Europe, they must not only bring down our economy and infrastructure but also the heart and spirit of the British kindred. And topping their list of conquests, dead centre in the crosshairs of their virtual psychological sniper rifle, sits the British youth. Youth, you see, represents potential, and Communists both loathe and fear potential. Especially when that potential is exhibited by a people who have a whole Curriculum Vitae full of success stories, inventions, ingenuity and Bulldog spirit to back them up when the chips are down.
But just as a soldier would run from cover to cover, heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through his veins in order to avoid those crosshairs falling upon him, our British youth actively place themselves in the firing line as they sit in front of the television and so forth.
The biggest fight we face is psychological, and to win we must be able to know what is going wrong. Listed below are a few negative points which apply directly or indirectly to the youth of today:
- Low self esteem due to promotion of the weakest members of society
- Few positive role models
- Poor ideological education in schools and often at home
- A Communist inspired government system which promotes equality
Although the media has sought to portray Nationalism in a bad light using negative stereotypes (because Nationalism is the Polar Opposite of Communism) the realities of our ideology are awe inspiring. The truth is that in seeking their Communist dream of universal equality which dumbs down the masses so that they are easily controlled and ruled over by a tiny group of Mugabe-esque individuals, our mainstream politicians and media cohorts absolutely must portray Nationalism and Nationalists as evil, for it is the absolute antithesis of all that they are trying to achieve. Below are the Nationalist counter points to the negative statements listed above:
- High feelings of self worth due to promotion on basis of ability
- Legions of positive role models which raise the standard of everyone
- Nationalist schooling where strength of character is encouraged
- A Naturalistic understanding of personal evolution, growth and achievement
The kind of arrogance described at the beginning of this article attributed to the youths we regularly see hanging around on street corners and in town centres is solely due to a low feeling of self worth which has entered the National psyche directly from mainstream government and media, both of which embrace the ideology of Communism as a means to an end. Unfortunately for the British, if they finally achieve their goal we will be a spiritually collapsed people so far down the evolutionary scale as to never again achieve our innate potential.
In order for our youth to get back on the ladder and begin climbing towards supreme personal and National achievement, two things must happen. Firstly, political Nationalism must set its roots into our communities and secondly every single British youth with any inkling of pride, passion or, indeed, rebellion must re-kindle their ancient spirit yet at the same time understand the Naturalistic concept of balance.
The guidelines for British youth - male or female - are as follows:
- Utilise your energy. Get out into the fresh air; compete to win at vigorous sport; walk, run, cycle and swim; escape the towns and cities and camp, fish and seek adventure. Energy left unused will eat you up inside making you feel ill with nervous tension and will lead to a cycle of depression.
- Read. You do not need to be a scholar; there are books about every subject known to man - everyone has interests and there will be a book somewhere to expand your knowledge in this area. Even if you cannot manage a book, visit large newsagents and find a magazine in your area of interest. Your reading should include some works on Nationalism, but inspirational factual accounts of heroic deeds are equally worthy, whether they be mythological or historical.
- Form relationships. Dedication to any common sense cause is noble, but always seek balance between work, play and friendships. Boyfriends and girlfriends are, of course, a vital part of the balance of Nationalism.
- Set goals and achieve them. Failing once does not mean complete failure; never say die. True spirit is built by prevailing against the odds. Develop your sense of determination, for the easy times we are experiencing now will soon make way for an era where steel and backbone will be needed and sought after.
- Value the family. The idea of a happy home is not always attainable and has certainly become unfashionable, yet do your best to develop strong family ties for Nationalism is a family orientated ideology.
- Value the environment. The green issue has been mercilessly hijacked by mainstream politicians for their own ends. Ignore the media and our corrupt political establishment and develop an interest in an area of Nature which appeals to you; woodland charities and bird and animal sanctuaries abound, and are always looking for volunteers. Nationalists use the term land and people, or folk land, for good reason. We are a part of our own eco-system. We are the true greens.
Finally, remember that our government wants you, the British youth, to have zero ambition. They want you robbing old ladies and taking drugs. They want you so full of depression you slit your own wrists in the bathtub. They want you downing cheap booze and sucking tar and nicotine into your lungs. They want you absolutely helpless so that they can metaphorically march straight over your limp, wasted body in pursuit of their greedy egotistical ambitions. They don't want to be faced by virile, bright-eyed British Lions, they want pussycats without the strength to oppose them.
Are you going to let them destroy you?
Are you going to destroy yourself so they can have what they want?
Look at this land you call home. Look around at the people you call your own. Look at yourself in the mirror and see the potential you have to achieve all your goals and ambitions, then tell yourself you won't play by the kind of rules which will see you, your family, your people and your land reduced to nothing. For once it's gone, it will never return and can never be rebuilt.
The struggle we face could potentially be lost in your own lifetime. That means you can't sit back and let your kids fix the problem; the fight rests with you. Get the knowledge you require, keep fit and healthy, and above all seek the kind of Natural balance which scares our enemies to the very core.
Children of Albion: Reach for the Stars!
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 39 - 26th September 2008
The one defining trait of man (that which separates him from the kingdom of the beast) is his creative ability. This has, however, been both a blessing and a curse, as man has used his creative consciousness not only to advance himself and his brothers but to design and thus encapsulate his people within destructive ideologies which are far removed from the realm of primal survival instinct.
Throughout all the ages of man, there has only ever been one non-religious ideology which has sought to balance the concepts of natural living alongside great achievement. The importance of Nature alongside material and psychological evolution (evolution being defined here as 'improvement over time') is to be found solely in Nationalism. Like our ancestral religion, at one time it needed no name, for it was the only way our Folk existed.
Before the onset of globalisation, all mankind lived in a nationalistic manner. Family, Tribe and Territory were the three things which mattered most, and needed no definition for the simple reason that without utmost importance being placed on these concepts, no community could survive.
Two things changed that, however. One was the gradual (and later the explosion) in population figures due to the discovery of oil and development of modern non-holistic medicine, which necessitated greater organisation of the populace both nationally and globally, enforced first by Kings and then by the State. The other was the creation in ideologies which were used by the State to control and temper the masses.
The creation of various ideologies were not always by design of the State, but often came from an individual's creative consciousness. The great appeal of Communism (and more recently neo-liberalism) to the masses was due to the exact same reason it was created in the first place: laziness and a mental denial of Nature. Equality, zero competition and distribution of wealth appear simple, tempting options to the lacklustre individual who does not comprehend the absolute need for goals and ambition. Whenever one ignores the Natural Law of competitive spirit, death encroaches on the soul. This is proven in the modern world with the countless tales of Lotto winners who, soon after winning great sums of money, suffer depression. This is because the modern man does not understand that unless one is striving for something better, a downward spiralling path opens up before him. A Lotto winner who understood natural philosophy, however, would see that sudden financial gain as potential to achieve great things, and depression would never be his companion.
In considering the damage which ignorance of Nature has done regarding our creative consciousness, one thing becomes apparent; if we as children of Albion are to survive and prosper we must take certain immediate measures:
- 1. Our ancestral traditions must come back into the realm of public awareness, including such things as the importance of a balanced family lifestyle where one income can sustain the whole unit, and also a 'back to the land' philosophy, where communities are directly involved in the production and harvesting of their food.
- 2. Ideologies which go against the grain of Nature must be ruthlessly removed, except as in comparative study, both in the media and in schools, colleges and universities.
- 3. Education must revolve around the basic building blocks of Science, Mathematics and Indigenous Language and Literature, with remaining time devoted to sport including both individual competitive spirit-building exercises and those which involve team work. Team work under the stress of competition has been a huge factor in our Folk evolution, and must be re-learnt by our children.
In order to achieve the above, viewing the situation solely from the present perspective, a political revolution must take place. The rule of a selfish State must make way for a government which operates in the national interest. However, the following must be made as clear as a mountain stream:
Politics must be the means to achieve first survival and later up-reaching success.
Political power MUST NOT equal a final goal in itself.
Yet, to slightly confuse matters, there are in fact two possible future scenarios which will each have great consequences on how the New Dawn breaks, and both must be fully understood. These differing circumstances are:
- 1. A possible development of efficient renewable energy sees population figures increasing at their current rate.
- 2. The 'Peak Oil' crisis sees population figures fall as food production drops drastically due to cost and demand for fuel.
In the case of the former, nation-wide politics will play a major part in the survival and organisation of our folk.
In the case of the latter, political devolution will occur as the population thins out due to famine and disease, and decision making will return to local communities as the State loses control. Survival of the fittest (in mind as well as body) will be the mantra of this potential New Dawn, and natural instincts will return as our people are forced to live off the land once again, and compete violently for resources with other tribes of varying nationalities.
Strider thus proclaims:
"Our over worked system may very well collapse itself, and Mother Nature will again be the ruler of men, but apathy is not a worthy trait, so therefore until the day of reckoning arrives, the children of Albion must work with all haste towards a solution. That solution is Nationalism - a true natural synthesis of Folk Spirit and Politics.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 38 - 19th September 2008
"The young lad swaggers home at 2am, cigarette dangling from his lips and eyes glazed with the effects of cheap booze. He is eighteen, still living with parents, and out of work. An anger burns inside him, and everywhere he looks he see's things he can't have: new gadgets, nice cars, beautiful girls. As his anger reaches an alcohol-fuelled crescendo, two things appear before him: a Mercedes Benz and a broken house brick. Seconds later the silence is shattered; first by the sound of breaking glass, then by the sound of a wailing car alarm. Suddenly the youth has disappeared… but his anger remains with him."
The psychology surrounding the thoughts and actions of the above character are displayed in an inverted form in the behaviour of the neo-liberal. Indeed, it is the teachings of the neo-liberal that has helped to construct the behaviour of many an angry White youth of today.
Strider has spoken before of the concept of 'Evolution or Death'. We are talking here of personal evolution; the kind of exercise where one's fears are faced and overcome with two results:
1. Achievements are accomplished
2. Confidence grows
The neo-liberal, with weak willed motto's such as 'live and let live', and 'tolerance', have dominated our educational institutions for decades and have ensured that our kids have never been pushed and forced to confront their fears whilst young. The result is that our young have grown in body but not in mind.
Many of our kids are jobless and angry because they do not have the mental strength to overcome their many fears.
Like a trip to the dentist which is put off time and again, for every week which passes, the imaginary obstacles in your path grows ever larger until they becomes insurmountable.
In the example cited above, the youth, full of fear, turns his anger outwards and destroys that which he both hates and desires. This is the physical result of an otherwise healthy inner folk flame which yearns to be set free, but is hampered by an unnatural mental block, placed there by the neo-liberal.
The true neo-liberal, however, turns his anger and hatred not onto things of material value but onto his fellow White man and his noble creations. Things of great beauty are the object of his wrath; real artwork is forsaken in favour of ridiculous 'modern art', and paedophiles are leniently dealt with even after spoiling the truest form of natural beauty that is innocent childhood.
Whereas the youth who has been subjected to un-natural teaching rebels violently in a way ordained by Mother Nature, the neo-liberal preaches his doctrine from his very soul… and thus proves that he is actually a victim of mental illness.
A great task is thus laid before us: to take the youth of today and push him into tackling his greatest fears with the intention of aiding him in conquering his 'inner mountain'. There is no easy cure - we are at a stage where the neo-liberal cancer can be cured - at least in our young people. But the remedy must be swift and uncompromising; the language used to snap them out of the spell they are under must be direct and to the point.
Some readers may recall a time when they, too, were faced with such fears. But the realisation will certainly occur that only when one is active and brave can one's inner demons be exorcised completely. This is best done on a day-by-day basis.
Consider now the 'Man of Action'. We all know of such people, although they are becoming increasingly rare. These men step forward when others would step back. Their voices are strong and powerful. When a demanding issue needs dealing with, they are the first to volunteer. Dear readers, this is the way to live, and only by standing when others kneel can the task before us be resolved.
"Live your life with strength and might, of splendour and renown
March through fire, sail on sea while others burn and drown
Speak your mind and disagree with those who harm your kin
Climb all mountains, lead the way with strength you have within."
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 37 - 12th September 2008
The mainstream media have played their usual game and used the CERN scientific project as an excuse to lay on cheap sensationalism as thick as ever.
There have been mixed reactions from the public regarding switching on the Large Hadron Collider on 10th September 2008. Some worried that the world might really be sucked into a Black Hole (technically possible but rather unlikely) while others moaned about the cost, and questioned the motives behind the project. In this age of 'X-File' conspiracy hysteria, political mistrust and general low ambition amongst the masses, the negative comments from Joe Public are unsurprising.
But Strider urges readers not so much to concentrate on the project itself, but on the reasoning behind why projects such as this exist at all.
Disregard the Quantum Physics for a moment. Also disregard Black Holes, huge costs which run into the tens of billions of Euros, possible nuclear energy motives behind the research and so forth. Instead consider just who these scientists are. People who, since the day they toddled into nursery school, were never satisfied with the teacher's explanations. They were likely building spaceships out of Lego before the other kids could tie their own shoelaces. Indeed, consider where Lego - a 'toy' which inspires children to be creative - came from in the first place (no need to look it up; it was Billund, Denmark). The scientists at CERN were inquisitive children who grew up to be even more inquisitive. This inquisitive nature stems from an innate desire to explore, achieve and conquer new frontiers.
The man placed in charge of designing and building the Large Hadron Collider at CERN is one Doctor Lyn Evans, from Aberdare in South East Wales:
Other scientists directly involved can be seen here, along with their thoughts on the project:
The most important thing to note is not the low-brow media fuelled sensationalist stories of possible cosmic catastrophe, but the fact that the Northern European consciousness has realised this amazing project, driven from the need to understand the near-incomprehensible. Where Einstein failed, the CERN scientists hope to succeed, for Einstein's laws do not apply to sub-atomic particles; only to matter in the 'real world' - much to his own annoyance. 'Einstein eventually relaxed his vigilance, but he never accepted quantum mechanics as truth. "The more successes the quantum theory enjoys, the sillier it looks," he said.' See full article on Einstein's struggle to comprehend Quantum Theory (and thus the cosmos) here:
Throughout recorded history, and no doubt before then, the Northern European has looked for new challenges. And at the heart of these self-inflicted challenges can be found many children of Albion. Some great achievements were purely physical; other wondrous visions were matters for the mind. But always 'enough' knowledge was never, ever enough.
Yet despite the fact that CERN exists, we have entered an age where apathy and low achievement threaten to overwhelm our folk and bring them to their knees. The cancer of neo-liberalism and virulent preachers of Communist doctrine have pervaded Western society to the degree where our young see achievement as something to mock and be afraid of. For great swathes of our people, evolution has halted - and this means only one thing: death.
It is the task of the noble few to drive towards a New Dawn. We must take it upon ourselves to kick-start a new generation back to life. The will not only to survive but to reach for the stars must be re-awakened in our own soul and in those around us. This task is immense. Folk rejuvenation has never been achieved before; in times past civilizations have been born, reached their Golden Age, then dwindled and died.
Your choice is simple - achieve new glories or die.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 36 - 5th September 2008
"The early Church, as everyone knows, certainly did wage war against the 'intelligent', in favour of the 'poor in spirit'. In these circumstances how could the passions be combated intelligently? The Church combats passion by means of excision of all kinds: its practice, its remedy, is castration."
Friedrich Nietzsche
Twilight of the Idols - 'Morality as the Enemy of Nature'.
In this modern age we are faced with a 'New Church' which is attempting (often quite successfully) to impose a totalitarian system upon the children of Albion for the sole gain of the Establishment. Nationalists call this 'New Church' by many names: Marxism, Communism, Zionism, Political Correctness, Neo-liberalism etcetera are all monikers which may not always be entirely accurate, yet at the same time we understand the intended implication.
Consider just how the mainstream Establishment does 'wage war against the intelligent' and 'favour the poor in spirit' in a manner which is a carbon copy to the writings of Nietzsche, above.
The reason the early Church and now our modern political masters contrive to hold back those with the ability to achieve whilst promoting the weak and undeserved is simple - the closer someone with true intelligence comes to the realm of our Establishment figureheads, the more likely their plans of conquest are to be rumbled and defeated. Thus Communism is used to lower the masses and create an uncrossable void between the people and their government.
Those who would rule us always and without fail display an immense fear of Nature, for this is the one force they can never control. Of course, in displaying our own innate Natural Force, we become targets for modern versions of the Witch Finder General.
The spiritual and naturalistic destruction of the children of Albion has become the task of our mass media - it makes consumers out of our men and women and sucks out all our innate desires, replacing them with falsities which only further the progression of the Establishment Master Plan.
The Establishment Master Plan is to create - by force if needs be - a global population whose very survival depends solely on the government.
An underlying battle is raging, yet it is not a battle that is acknowledged by the Establishment nor indeed is it often recognised by the man in the street. This battle is the one between the Force of Nature and the illness which is the neo-liberal mindset.
For those not psychologically mated to the soil on which they walk, the cancer of neo-liberalism finds fertile breeding ground. And for those who have, generations past, been linked to a 'blood and soil' way of life yet who presently lead a cosmopolitan city existence, the aforementioned mental disease can also take hold, with disastrous consequences.
Unless the children of Albion break out of the un-spiritual, un-naturalistic, Establishment-engineered dream they are living in, the following will take place during the coming economic cold spell:
- People will become detached from the land.
- People will become detached from their communities and families.
- The Establishment will reduce fertile acreage to a minimum.
- The Establishment will gain centralised control of food growth and distribution, within the EU.
- The people will be forced to rely on the EU Centralised Establishment just as a dog relies on his master.
In the mid-1800's, a Great Famine gripped Ireland. The cause was potato blight, and the solution would have been reasonably simple: rapid aid from the British Government. Yet no aid presented itself from a heartless Establishment, and around one million Irish folk died.
The children of Albion will suffer as the Irish did when our food is held in reserve by the order of bureaucrats in Brussels, and the disease responsible for this self-inflicted tragedy will be neo-liberalism.
Consider now the destruction of the ancient library at Alexandria. Knowledge that was once available to the people was destroyed by those who believed all knowledge should come from a holy book alone. According to the Baghdad historian Abdul Latif, the manuscripts from the great library were used as fuel to heat the city's baths. The fires burned for six months.*
One can only surmise as to the knowledge lost in those fires, but it would be a safe bet to say that the books were burned from a perspective of naturalistic fear. Religions and ideologies change throughout time, but this 'anti-Nature' mental disease is a common factor to be forever vigilant for.
In this current internet age, it is difficult for the Establishment to suppress information, but this has made the powers that be even more focussed on the spiritual destruction of our people.
It is up to the children of Albion to find it in their hearts to fight against un-natural doctrine and seek out a new pathway. To fail is to perish totally as a folk-group.
* Source: Jihad - Islam's 1,300 year war on western civilisation, by Arthur Kemp.
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Strider Issue 35 - 29th August 2008
'Britishness' is a word currently being banded about by the government. They don't know what it means, and are busy asking those living in Britain that very question… and they don't know either. Nobody knows, for the word does not have a definition. It means absolutely nothing.
That last sentence may come as a shock to regular readers, but some may realise that the lack of meaning behind the word 'Britishness' is exactly the reason why Strider so often uses the 'children of Albion' moniker.
One can talk of 'nationality', and mean English, Cornish, Scot etcetera, and then combine this island's indigenous inhabitants under the banner of Great Britain when talking of events where our collective efforts played a part, yet our government's vision of those united under the Union flag is very different to what the children of Albion consider to be so in their hearts.
'State' and 'Nation' are not the same, and it must be understood that Britain as a brand name is quite simply an invention of the State. It is the pinnacle of ridiculousness to even entertain the notion that someone can change nationalities. To do so would require the invention of a pill with the ability to alter DNA. A Zimbabwean cannot become Welsh by taking an oath. An infant could comprehend that. And as that is so, it must then be a mere matter of logic that a Zimbabwean could never become British - unless, that is, being British was not a nationality at all but a name dreamed up by a governing elite with unhealthy globalist motives.
This is the truth of the matter: when our government speak of 'Britishness' they are not thinking of the same things which swell the heart of a native of these isles. To our government, 'Britishness' is a code word for 'multi-racial' or 'global society'.
What the children of Albion mistakenly understand Britishness to be is often described in terms of what we have achieved. Those old enough to have had an education and with the memory to recall such things talk of the Empire, of manufacturing, of magnificent literature, of community solidarity and so forth. But this is not what Britishness is.
In actual fact, if there was such a word as Britishness, the only way to describe it would be as follows:
"Britishness is our genetic potential to display those things which for so long held us in a position of power and universal accolade; namely high technology, glorious art, military might, iron willpower, a balanced mindset and strength and humour in adversity."
As in everything which relates to genes, the spoken word cannot convey that which an individual of any race feels in their hearts. Unfortunately the children of Albion are being duped by fake patriotism peddled by a government who with one hand waves a plastic flag and with the other reaches quietly behind our back, cold steel in hand.
A more important question which must be asked is that if genetics rather than plastic flags or passports give people an inner feelings of loyalty, can we expect newly capped 'Britons' to give their all to a society which they are not in any way rooted to, except by a piece of paper? This is indeed a very pertinent question when one considers the fanatical positive discrimination style recruitment process being employed in the police service, security services and the military, amongst others.
There appears to be three possible outcomes to the path we are presently on:
- 1. Increased tribalistic tensions leading to an indefinite State clampdown and the enforcement of Martial Law.
- 2. Civil War and community devolution into tribal groups.
- 3. A reasonably peaceful political revolution to our problems via the ballot box.
The more our political and media masters continue with wishy-washy debates on such things as 'Britishness', the closer they bring us to points (1) and (2), above.
If the children of Albion attempt to ignore the issues at hand, they are equally responsible for the unhappy fate which undoubtedly awaits us all should we do nothing but wring our hands and speak of 'problems' when we should be speaking of 'solutions'.
The more our monotheist religious leaders tell us to place our faith in God Almighty and patiently await His decision, the closer we will come to our doom.
Strider says:
"Children of Albion! Choose your own fate; carve your own pathway; listen to your inner voice, your heart, your folk-flame! Do what you know to be right - what your ancestors before you would have had the courage to do! Do this today or fail completely in life as a miserable wretch who did not deserve the Gift of Life and did not deserve to feel the breath of Mother Nature on your skin! To not make a stand is to spit on the graves of those who have trodden before you!"
Strider
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Strider Issue 34 - 22nd August 2008
There are two major worlds in the realm of human existence: conformity and non-conformity. The former is the level at which the vast majority of Westerners operate at. The latter can be divided neatly into two sub-categories:
- 1.Destructive non-conformity
- 2.Evolutionary non-conformity
At present, those in Britain who conform to the fashions of the age are acting almost as destructively as those who fit into category (1) above. The only difference being that the destructive non-conformists take their self harming and community annihilating behaviour to the next level, and often create or join groups to give themselves an identity.
Let us first deal with Mr. or Mrs. Average.
It has been said, quite correctly, that most people's opinion is the opinion of someone else. In an era dominated by a media machine such as we have in the West, it should be of no surprise to learn that the vast majority of our folk have become rabid consumers with not a single individual thought in their collective, drone-like heads. Easily manipulated to the will of the Globalist cause, their behaviour is destructive to national interests, to their own community and ultimately to themselves. Yet they do not realise it.
Now let us consider the destructive non-conformist.
Those comprising this much smaller group of people would certainly, in a common sense world, be found to be suffering from a form of mental illness. Full of self-loathing and devoid of joy, they have neither the ability to understand genuine humour nor the ability to see the world beyond the physical realm in which they live. Dogmatic atheism is the norm, as is a fear of Nature. Most are city-dwellers, yet unlike the medically recognised clinical depressive, these people turn self-harm outwards onto those who are their Polar Opposites, ie: anyone exhibiting genuine happiness or evolutionary behaviour.
Finally we have the evolutionary non-conformist.
A minuscule group, compared to the two groups described above, comprises of those who have an entirely different view of not just the world but the universe we live in, and it is from this group that the great achievers, writers, thinkers, scientists, naturalists, orators, etcetera come from. In most cases, members of this group feel slightly detached from the mundane, and often struggle to find a meaningful release for their energies within the normal box-like confines of day-to-day life. Years often pass by for these individuals before a sudden spark turns them onto the path they were destined for; then suddenly their previously chaotic inner-energy (known as 'ond' in Odinist circles) becomes focussed into a laser-like beam of productivity.
In years gone by, village elders would have recognised such talent immediately and mentored the capable youngster. Nowadays, it can take longer for the evolutionary non-conformist to take their first step on a long and interesting road of self-discovery, yet usually there is a powerful calling which is eventually heard, even through the dense smog of our spiritually poisoned society.
The Strider column is to be read by all, but only the evolutionary non-conformist will have the ability to both understand and act on the information published.
The fact is that strong-willed, self-empowered, Nature-orientated individuals have always been and always will be the driving force behind up-reaching evolutionary revolution. The rest will follow or fall by the wayside, just as they have done in all past ages.
For the past half-century, Managed Decline has been dictated from above by a small few corrupt and soulless creatures. The theory of Communism and Equality has been peddled to a gently comforted and lazy society with the result that our national will has become weak enough for corrupt leaders to steal our assets, both material and spiritual, with almost zero resistance. Yet half a century is a mere speck in time, and Nature's evolutionary will can not be halted for any sustained period.
Nature's most important law is that of evolution - either an individual along with their wider community or tribe strives to achieve, or stagnation and death result. All problems must be vigorously overcome. Disease and social ills are one and the same, and Nature has her cure for both.
The following decision must be immediately made: Can I offer something to my people or am I content to follow an ignorant procession over a dark and foreboding precipice from which there can be no turning back?
Smash through the barrier of fear to find a wondrous new world!
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 33 - 15th August 2008
From the Havamal
"I know that I hung in the wind torn tree;
Nine whole nights, spear-pierced;
Consecrated to Odin, myself to myself above me in the tree;
Whose root no one knows whence it sprang."
There is energy around us that we cannot see - this is known to all of us. We know this because every time we turn on the television or radio, we are able to receive signals in the form of deciphered wave patterns.
We are also aware that scientists can only measure a tiny proportion of all the energy in the universe, and that most energy passes us by un-noticed.
Our ancestors knew all about the cosmic energy which permeates our Mother Earth, and they had the means to harness it.
Imagine an amateur radio operator, or a Special Forces soldier operating deep behind enemy lines. In order to receive the correct signal, his radio antenna must be set up in a particular way; its length and shape determining the kind of wave form it can best receive. Also consider the various shaped aerials one sees on the roof tops of houses and on office buildings and radio station headquarters. There are many shapes of aerial designed for optimum results, depending on which of the infinite number of signals and wave forms in existence the operator wishes to receive.
All radios and televisions are doing is tapping in to the energy which passes us by every day without us noticing it. This particular energy has been shaped and designed by man, but what about Nature's raw energy?
The runes of our forebears had/have a number of purposes; the most obvious being a system enabling written communication. Yet when Odin, god of knowledge, went in search for the runes as described in the Havamal passage above, he was not looking for an alphabet but something much more esoteric, interesting and useful.
Below is the Runic Futhark, the word 'Futhark' being the first six letters, in the order which they appear. With some small study, the names of these runes can be learnt and after a time one can become proficient in written runic communication. If the study is continues, one can begin to touch upon the actual physical meaning behind each rune. The Odal rune, for example, corresponds to 'Folk Land'; something of utmost importance to all those who follow the 'Old Ways' and those who wish to see both the preservation of their nation and the evolution of their kindred.
Yet nevertheless, the deeper meaning of the runes is something many never manage to understand, for great time must be devoted to their study if the student is to be properly enlightened. Consider the sacrifices made by Odin - a mighty deity - in order to comprehend the runes, and the full depth of the task reveals itself.
A particularly important area of study, which involves shamanic meditation and yoga-like posturing, revolves around the antenna-like qualities of the rune shapes and their ability to channel cosmic and earthly energies into the body, giving great power to the adept. In a similar manner to the television and radio aerials discussed earlier, the runes are able to conduct the power of Nature.
Of course, as we know from Mythology old and new, with great power comes great responsibility, and it is a fool who seeks power for unwholesome use. But for he who wishes to progress further into the realm of self development, the runes hold the key to everything the user could ever wish for.
And if the children of Albion are to survive the coming Age of Scarcity and step boldly into the New Dawn which breaks thereafter, we will need people with the capacity to lead. The energy and knowledge required to transcend the primacy of 'man' and begin the evolution into 'god' can be found in the runes.
This is man's highest aim - to be like god. Ever upwards must we reach, always seeking to attain new achievements and make new conquests for the benefit of ourselves and our folk. To not do this is anti-Nature, for all of Nature is evolutionary.
This concept is the key to the meaning of life, and the runes hold the power of endless possibility.
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 32 - 8th August 2008
The conformity of civilised Western Man is the biggest barrier to true achievement in this modern age. Courage has all but vanished, and the ordinary man in the street does, in most cases, worry more about how he might be perceived if he worked on impulse than about the intended act or verbalisation itself.
Further to the above, that tiny percentage of the population who do display the courage to rebel against conformity soon begin to wonder whether their kinsmen are worth saving, or if perhaps they should not merely look after their own families and leave the masses to their fate.
In the seminal 'The Lord of the Rings', the Wood Elves displayed the desire to leave Middle Earth to its fate and retreat further into the West. In this context, the Wood Elves could be considered as the fictional physical manifestation of the consciousness of Western Man, ie: the enlightened, naturalistically-thinking and survival-orientated aspect of the mind.
Presently in Britain, many families are fleeing this land for pastures new. They are displaying an innate comprehension of the danger we face, and in leaving their homeland they are consigning their brothers to their fate. Of course, a Nation can exist without a homeland, as the Jewish race has shown for millennia, yet one might consider the children of Albion to be somewhat more attached to the green fields, sparkling rivers and snow-clad mountain peaks than a traditionally desert dwelling people might be expected to put dry, dusty soil before or on par with blood.
Yet, as seen in 'The Lord of the Rings', the Wood Elves do not leave the Men of the West to face almost certain annihilation. And here we see the deeper meaning, for in the soul of all men there burns a primal ember; cooled and pacified by the passing of time and the lack of need in this age of comfort, yet ready to burst into flame when the situation demands it. The Wood Elves represent our innermost survival instincts - our refinement, our culture, our Higher Selves. In this scenario, time can be portrayed as the Ice Rune 'Isa', whilst the passion which comes from immediate need as the Fire Rune 'Nauthiz'. The primal forces of Fire and Ice are deep rooted in Western mythology, and are the core beginnings of life itself. The two runes also represent balance.
The antithesis of the Wood Elves is Grima Wormtongue. This character from 'LOTR' represents the so-called 'power behind the throne' and also reminds us of our modern day mass media. In the movie, Wormtongue whispers into the King's ear, and in our own daily lives we feel Grima's presence as 'he' subtly weaves his lies around us and moulds our thoughts in ways many fail to understand. The mythological representation of Grima might be Loki, the god of mischief.
We have been tricked by Loki into conforming to a system which will see us perish.
The most sorrowful truth is that the majority of British folk do not even believe the words that come out of their own mouths, yet they are too afraid of what others will think to say what they actually feel.
If 99% conform, how many do so whilst disagreeing with their own actions?
It is left to the tiny few - children of Albion with boundless energy, dedication and a willingness to learn - to awaken their kinsfolk not so much to the reality of the world around them but to the fact that what they say and what they believe are two different things. The barriers of conformity must be smashed and the notion of an enlightened new wave of Albion's children must become a reality, for the title 'children of Albion' should not be used as a phrase to describe all people of Britain but reserved only for those who show the potential and active dedication to further themselves and their folk. In short, the task is to evolve and earn the accolade of a true 'folk champion'.
We have entered a 'do or die' age. The time for conformity is dead; the time for psychological rebellion has arrived.
Outside you are a clean, tidy, well dressed, modern human being. Inside you are a barbarian. This is a Primal Truth. Nature dictates what you are, not the media, not your school teacher, not your boss at work and not your local MP. Outside you are passive and uncaring. Inside adrenaline courses through your veins and fear, anger, passion and love is what drives you. The battle between what you think you should be and who you really are will drive you insane unless you finally realise the truth.
Some have made the step towards enlightenment. Some have become in control of themselves. But only some.
The Strider mission is to re-awaken those with potential.
You now have to ask yourself:
- Am I prepared to learn?
- Am I prepared to challenge myself?
- Am I prepared to evolve?
Questions have been asked of you. Are you prepared to answer your calling?
"In Nature We Trust"
Strider
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Strider Issue 31 - 1st August 2008
The children of Albion will only begin to visualise their true potential when a synthesis between Science and Nature is attained. While mainstream scientists only deal with that which can be proven in black and white, and while the naturalists keep their thoughts and passions to themselves, content in their own little world, our people will stagnate.
Yet there is a form of scientific study which breaks away from mainstream constraints and has, over the years, begun to show us a glimpse of a world which our Myths and Legends have foretold. Remember that the word 'Myth' means 'Primal Truth', and remember too that our ancestors were not ignorant people - as we are so often asked to believe by those who would wish we had no mythology to draw any inspiration from at all.
Our mythology speaks of the Cosmos, of Life and Death, of Fire and Ice, of Gods and Goddesses and of Revolution and Re-Birth. We are taught from an early age of our five human senses, and people with certificates and letters after their name attempt to mould our young conscious minds into something which might ensure our ruling elite get an easy ride as they go about their business. Yet we have all experienced feelings which go beyond our five senses; feelings of being watched, feelings of premonition and synchronicity, and also of knowing things we have no possible way of knowing, if mainstream science is to be believed.
Consider the notion of instantaneous communication between like-minds. Twins have often stated they know each other's thoughts, yet there is no mainstream explanation… although deep in our hearts we believe it can and does happen. The 'Maverick Science', or Quantum Physics as it is more popularly known, holds the answer to one of Nature's riddles. A riddle that we know in our hearts is not a riddle at all, but being so wired in to the modern ways of thinking, we nevertheless require it to be proven.
Quantum Physics is the study of sub-atomic particles, ie: particles smaller than atoms. The highly unstable atom called a 'positronium' comprises an electron and a positron (which is a positively charged electron). Being polar opposites, these two sub-atomic particles destroy each other and in the process fire off two quanta of pure light, or 'photons'.
These photons explode away from each other in opposite directions, and being light particles they thus travel away from each other at the speed of light.
Yet no matter at what point they are measured, at any point in time, these two photons will always have the exact same angle of polarisation ( the term 'angle of polarisation' refers to the orientation of the emitted wave form).
Given that nothing can travel faster than light, and given that these two photons are travelling away from each other at a total of two times the speed of light, and given that they are nevertheless in constant communication with each other regarding their angle of polarisation, one can only assume that the photons are communicating in a manner we do not know about.
In Paganism, and in Nature, there is the notion of communication which transcends ordinary scientific explanation, yet is to some degree explained by Quantum Physics. Or at least experiments such as the one above show us this in action, even if it is not completely understood. Yet as any ornithologist (bird watcher) will tell you, birds such as starlings exhibit what is known as the 'group mind' where communication over space is instantaneous.
Yet no matter at what point they are measured, at any point in time, these two photons will always have the exact same angle of polarisation ( the term 'angle of polarisation' refers to the orientation of the emitted wave form).
If we are to progress with the strength and positivity of our ancestors, with a shining life force and an awakened spirit, we must smash the mental blockades which have gradually bound us and held us prisoner for many decades.
Nature holds the information we all desire, and coupled with a form of science which knows no bounds, we shall certainly re-awaken as a folk group and send the truly ignorant amongst us running back into the shadow realm from whence they came.
Smash through your mental constraints - begin the re-awakening!
Strider
Recommended Reading: 'The Holographic Universe' by Michael Talbot.
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Strider Issue 30 - 25th July 2008
The Peak Oil crisis is in effect. Cost of food and fuel is rising. Overpopulation means we must rely on other nations to grow produce for us. We look to our political masters and see nothing but incompetence… in fact we see nothing but deliberate incompetence.
How long before we make our own path?
The much talked about issue of Peak Oil will almost certainly mean that farming on a large scale becomes much more expensive, and transporting food over long distances will be either impossible or not cost effective. In fact, as any kind of oil fuelled transportation will likely become a luxury of a bygone age in the not too distant future, we will be faced with the prospect of 'Community Devolution', where our people (and in fact the people of the world) shall begin to live as we once did; in small, autonomous groups with a tribal hierarchy rather than a mainstream political one.
All across Britain there are farm shops and farmer's markets. More and more are springing to life as people crave locally produced, and in many cases organic, food. But still the average citizen treats this concept as a luxury or, in the case of the modern Marxist, as a fashion statement rather than a revolutionary ideal.
Food is an absolute necessity for life. In his recent book, 'Oil Apocalypse', Vernon Coleman predicts that five billion people will die as a result of the reduction in productivity of farming, amongst other factors. Presently, however, many Britons are naïve in regards to the food they eat. Indeed, an astonishing number of children have little comprehension of things that grow.
In the mid 1970's, a sit-com created by John Esmonde and Bob Larbey woke the nation up to idea of self-sufficiency. Even today, 'The Good Life' brings a smile to faces young and old. Characters Tom and Barbara used all their ingenuity to feed and clothe themselves, much to the horror and amusement of neighbours Jerry and Margot - fictional slaves of the State machine.
But fiction aside, there is a very real need for a greater degree of self sufficiency in our lives. A plan must rapidly be formed by the children of Albion if they wish to survive.
And make no mistake; this plan must be formed by you, right now, dear reader.
The British State will not provide for you and your family when the chips are down… and neither will the European Union. You must act immediately if you wish to survive.
Whilst agricultural land prices have shot up over recent years, an acre can be purchased for around £5,000. Expensive, yes, and a single acre will not feed an entire family, but one acre of land owned by an environmentally aware nationalist is one acre where the soil remains free to breathe the free air rather than under many tonnes of concrete.
Speak to family members, however, and a conglomerate could be the best way ahead. By beginning the devolution now, a head start can be made which may very well see your loved ones have a chance for survival.
Strider
Recommended Reading:
Vernon Coleman, 'Oil Apocalypse'
John Seymour, 'The Concise Guide to Self-Sufficiency'
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Strider Issue 29 - 18th July 2008
Talk to many common sense Britons on the subject of re-introducing the death penalty for the most serious of crimes and one comes away with the general impression that if the issue was ever formally voted upon, we would see this punishment come back into force.
Of course, in most cases when individuals are asked they will not at first come out with a direct response to the question, but instead make a short series of demands; their intention being to ensure that only the most evil of offenders receive the most serious punishment. Then, after the original question is clarified, an answer is given.
The children of Albion are traditionally slow to anger. The upsides to this personality generally outweigh the downsides, for a society filled with volatile people is never a pleasant place to reside. Around the world, there are many places where the indigenous stock exhibit traits which Westerners find hard to understand - one minute there is hospitality, then next a massacre. But nevertheless, when dealing with extreme scenarios, sometimes a mild mannered response is entirely the wrong option.
In past ages, our ancestors had the ability to weigh up a situation and respond accordingly using common sense as a guide. If the situation demanded action, appropriate action was thus taken. Nowadays, however, with the ever increasing pressure placed upon us to be 'civilised' and 'politically correct', our thought process has become somewhat distorted.
We are so afraid of deciding incorrectly on all manner of issues, we err so far on the side of caution we are in danger of stagnation and self-genocide.
How about if the question regarding re-introducing the death penalty was put across in a different manner:
- Your twelve year old daughter fails to return home from school one evening. By chance a fellow pupil has seen her with the man from number eighty-two. You arrive at his address to hear screams. You enter the premises and find your daughter being sexually assaulted. You witness the horror first-hand. Should the death penalty apply here?
This kind of crime happens, indeed Strider has not even touched upon the perversions prevalent in paedophile circles, yet the death penalty is not available as a lawful punishment. There is regular pre-meditation involved; children are kidnapped to order; paedophilia exists amongst all classes of society.
And still the law does not allow us to give these evil men and women the punishment they truly deserve.
Anyone can read the stories in newspapers and watch the news on television, and it does not take a genius to relate a smattering of shocking incidents to friends and family, and then come up with the famous line:
"Something must be done!"
But Strider deals with more than relentless tales of woe. Understanding and Solutions are the two things missing from today's media-fed society. The media make money from shocking headlines, yet openly criticise those who seek solutions for dealing in 'the politics of fear'.
If paedophilia is considered alongside the lack of suitable punishment for this most heinous of crimes, one can then transgress the headlines and begin to form a logical conclusion as to why we live in an age where the people want one thing but our ruling elite want something else.
Strider's theory is startling!
As ultimate power is gradually attained by our devious and shadowy ruling elite, they become more and more egotistical and greedy. The more power they get, the more power they crave. Yet at some point, the power and wealth begins to reach its peak, and just like a long term drug addict, the 'high' does not satisfy the 'user' like it used to. New ways must be found to re-create their sense of perverted euphoria, and the most horrendous truth is that the mentally ill, sick and twisted perverts who crave nothing but personal satisfaction reach their orgasmic crescendo by defiling innocent children.
- The death penalty for predatory paedophiles is not law because the powers that be do not see it as a crime.
- Convicted paedophiles are released to re-offend because the powers that be do not see it as a crime.
- Some young children will fall into the hands of paedophile rings because the powers that be do not see it as a crime.
The children of Albion must re-acquaint themselves with the realities of Faith, Folk and Family. Ancient fires must be re-kindled, and a new era must dawn where true common sense becomes the order of the day. No longer will we be ruled by perverts and traitors.
Welcome to the New Dawn.
Strider
BBC report on a Dutch political party with a paedophile agenda without a single denunciatory comment in the entire article:
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Strider Issue 28 - 11th July 2008
The people of these islands possess an up-reaching spirit. In the fields of sport, science, literature, art and adventure the people popularly called 'The British' have frequently set sail into uncharted waters and brought back untold riches, both materially, intellectually and artistically.
United under the Red, White and Blue, modern British patriots stand straight-backed as they remember wondrous tales of the Empire.
But that age is gone, and the great achievements of Empirical Globalism have made way for a new age of Communistic Globalism, where all peoples must become uniform consumers if they wish to escape the wrath of an unscrupulous band of dictators who use the notion of equality to command the masses.
The agenda is led on the streets, in the schools and in the workplace by mentally diseased neo-liberals while the Globalist plans of our ruling Elite move steadily towards a frightening conclusion as Political Correctness subdues the media-fed population.
But deep in their hearts, the children of Albion realise that whilst their love of the land is constant, there are small cultural differences between even them. Differences which our ruling Elite use against us when they wish, and ignore when it suits.
One week the English and the Welsh are being played off against each other in the mass media for these small cultural differences, and the next week we are told 'all men are equal'… an infernal lie which we comprehend in our hearts but overtly accept for fear of State persecution.
The ethos of divide and conquer is understood by our Masters.
And while the English, Irish, Scottish and Welsh are busy squabbling, (yet at the same time struggling with the equality myth), the Globalist Elite are poisoning more minds with the disease of neo-liberalism.
To and fro we are taken; tossed upon the waves of pride and guilt until we do not know what to believe and are useless to act against the madness which attacks us at every turn. And as Men of the West, we are slowly losing our once vigorous spirit. My friends; we are dying.
To resist the aims of the Globalist, Strider suggests a controversial response:
Cast off the burden imposed upon you and embrace your Nationality!
Britain is a State, created by Globalist Statesmen. The children of Albion are English, Cornish, Welsh, Irish and Scottish, and must find their subdued ancestral fire in these ancient National roots if we are to fight the Globalist, (overtly Communist), curse which is with us for no other reason than the fact that we have let it take hold.
Those that honour the Red, White and Blue may feel a little uneasy at Strider's suggestion, but consider this:
How would a Globalist feel if confronted by a sea of unique banners, proudly raised aloft by many legions of people who nevertheless stood together as one in the face of adversity?
Nationalism must mean Nationalism - not State-ism nor any other perverse concoction of Civic Nationalism or liberal Patriotism.
We, the united children of Albion, honour our brothers and sisters whom we share these islands with. We stand side by side in times of great hardship. We recognise our differences. We oppose a common enemy. But we must again feel our individual Nationalities burning with unbridled passion deep within our souls, and from this we shall gain our strength.
- In Red we must see the blood of our ancestors
- In White we must see ourselves
- In Blue we must see the mighty sea which surrounds us
Recognise now that the Union is not how it should be; it is a weapon our Globalist Masters have used for the purpose of the destruction of our individuality.
Our mindset regarding the Union must change; we must devolve into our ethnic identities, yet retain and indeed renew the shoulder-to-shoulder solidarity which our corrupt Ruling Elite fears most.
The difference between State and Nation must be understood, and the words 'British Nationalist' must be understood to mean the working relationship between switched on English, Cornish, Welsh, Irish and Scottish Nationalists in the face of a new destructive Globalist Empire.
Strider
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Strider Issue 27 - 4th July 2008
Take a walk through a city - any city. Stand in the centre of this city and look around. You will see hard concrete and tarmac stretching away as far as the eye can see. Up and up reach the imposing straight-edged tower blocks. And the roads, chock full of gas-guzzling motor vehicles, cover the earth in lines of black.
The Strider philosophy is to always keep the head held high, with vision fixed firmly on the stars, yet for once let us change our approach and cast our eyes down to the ground.
Stop rushing through the city for a moment and find a section of the ground which has not been recently laid. Look closely at the minute cracks and look closely at where the walls join the pavement.
What do you see?
As people rush by, you stand still and observe - rebelling against the rat race which seeks to intoxicate your mind from the day you enter the workplace until the day that same workplace spits you out as a mental and physical wreck.
The people rush by, but you stand still, amazed at what you've seen in this smog infested concrete jungle. Down on the pavement, creeping its way through inches of hardcore and tar, there is a little blade of grass. In fact, as you become more aware, you see this amazing phenomenon everywhere. Tiny thin blades of grass poking their way through solid, un-natural, man-made material.
Of course, you know full well that in essence all materials are natural, for they all come from the earth, yet you also know that without man's direct influence the pavement you stand upon would not exist. And nor would the city you work in.
What exactly is happening?
Nature's greatest goal is to destroy and take back all which it deems un-natural. On a visible, material level, this takes place everywhere. In every town and in every city Mother Nature's soldiers are constantly pushing in and invading, like white blood cells attacking a tumour. Creeping ivy would bring down a house, given time, and the roots of trees would push up the roads. It is only man which keeps the greenery at bay in the world of civilised modernity. Yet in this analogy, is not 'civilised modernity' a form of psychological cancer? If the green living things wish to destroy man's creations, who is to say that Nature is wrong? How can she be wrong?
But the physical plane is not the only way in which Nature works…
Ideologies fall into two categories. These are:
- 1. Natural Ideologies
- 2. Un-Natural Ideologies
Fact
The greatest example of an un-natural ideology is Communism.
Fact
The greatest example of a natural ideology is Nationalism.
Nationalism is the product of the inner-self. It is organic. It is folkish. When all conscious thought is stripped away, mankind acts in a Nationalistic manner. During the age of universal barbarianism, all people acted in such a way - this was Nature at work, and was, therefore, correct in every way.
And just as the tiny blades of green grass seek to slowly consume the city, the inner folk flame of the children of Albion seeks to banish all un-natural concepts and ideologies from our minds.
The knee jerk act of revulsion we feel at Communist-inspired Political Correctness is our inner folk flame at work; it is fighting back at an un-natural ideology. The feeling of harmony we feel when walking through the woods or alongside a stream is exactly how we would feel every waking hour if Communism wasn't invading our lives at almost every moment.
Communism will bring us down - Nationalism will inspire us.
Strider's Nationalist vision for the future comprises a radical synthesis between science and nature. Imagine working in a city where transport was via eco-friendly monorail which took you directly to your place of work. Where the architecture was in balance with our natural way of thinking, and where trees grew throughout the city, fed by crystal clear waterways and tended by well paid, dedicated environmentalists. Visualise the inner-city schools, designed around a central patch of green land where crops were grown by students and birds flocked in abundance. Lessons on English, Mathematics and Science were interspersed with regular physical activity and naturalistic education permeated every facet of the curriculum.
Imagine a Nation where all men could find their niche and become productive members of their community. From scientists to environmentalists, from teachers to engineers, from construction workers to spiritual leaders and everything in between, all the children of Albion would come together and push towards a wondrous new vision.
Depression and drug-fuelled escapism would cease to be the norm, and destructive ideological influence would be eradicated forever.
We have sent men to the bottom of the deepest oceans. We have sent men beyond our world and into space. With focus, we can achieve anything our minds can imagine. Set your imagination free.
Our Natural Path Way is Nationalism
Nationalists are Environmentalists
Visualise Achievement
Strider
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Strider Issue 26 - 27th June 2008
Issue Twenty-Four revolved around negativity, and concluded with the question of the meaning of life. The answer was given as 'Evolution or Death' in that unless we progress according to the Laws of Nature, we will die. This logic applies to all living things and not just humans. Nevertheless, as children of Albion and Men of the West, we are trapped in the dangerous habit of regression whilst believing we can survive by conjuring up faint memories of past glory.
The purpose of the Strider column is to raise ambition and achievement.
Yet here we stumble across a problem, for ambition and achievement are still a part of Western society; it's just that so many are looking towards and attaining the wrong things. In fact much achievement is actually counter productive.
There are many intelligent people in this world, and there are many more with diplomas, degrees and years of study under their belts. Sometimes the knowledge gained is useful or essential; sometimes not. But for all those with higher qualifications, there are many thousands more who have none. And all too often these so-called 'uneducated' types feel as if they cannot compete with the boffins, the scientists, the politicians, the teachers, the doctors and so forth.
But there is a world of difference between being dim and what our ruling elite might term as 'uneducated' or 'unqualified'.
The truth is that although one has to have a strong knowledge plus the required certification in a particular field in order to work in a professional capacity, in many cases one becomes more and more institutionalised the further one climbs up the career ladder. We have all met professional people who, while on paper they are highly intelligent, they can often lack a certain basic level of common sense, or an inability to think outside of the particular box they themselves have helped to construct and maintain.
The very reason the Natural World enchants and inspires all Men of the West, regardless of class or social background, is that Nature exhibits both a simplicity and complexity which fascinates all who take the time to observe.
Transposing the above statement into any subject matter and using it as a guide when considering all things in life is the key to maintaining a sensible, balanced existence… and is the key to banishing fear.
If one can constantly refer back to a core bedrock of Naturalistic understanding when making decisions, giving public statements or debating with an opponent, then no reader of the Strider column ever has to fear he of presumed superior intellect. The reason for this is that if the theory of personal and folk evolution and common sense (both of which are Natural concepts, the latter coming from the heart rather than the head) are applied to any scenario, the individual who embraces the Lore of the Woods will come off best every time, and so will those affected by his decisions.
If we compare the modern versions of 'ambition' and 'achievement' with its opposing eternal Naturalistic counterpart, we see some frightening results which prove themselves the minute one looks out of the office window and into the inner city streets.
Consider the following modern trends:
- Life is geared towards career, money and material possessions.
- The individual reigns supreme.
- Considerable time is taken up with meaningless activities.
- We are told things are getting better, yet the opposite is true.
- Family, children and community come last.
Now look at a Naturalistic alternative:
- Success is measured in terms of Natural and Scientific advancement.
- A spiritual tribal bond exists.
- Time is valued and not wasted.
- Focussed communities work towards evolutionary achievement.
- Children and family are revered.
In applying a certain amount of future projection regarding our modern lifestyle, we see that by placing supreme importance on the first set of bullet points, we have sleep walked part way towards the death of the West. In contrast to the most basic Naturalistic ideals, by becoming selfish, overly materialistic and career minded we have thus neglected the family unit and most worryingly of all we have ignored the creation and upbringing of children.
The creation and balanced raising of children is the most important task of all living creatures if they are to survive.
Any less than two children per couple means the children of Albion will eventually cease to exist, for when two parents die they must leave behind an equal number of offspring. But that is assuming all men and women find a suitable partner to procreate with, and as is most obvious, that will never occur due to a wide variety of reasons.
Therefore, if the children of Albion continue to scurry around, not truly serving folk and family but a system designed to milk the masses dry and spit them out as shrivelled, impotent wrecks, we shall perish within a few short generations.
Embrace positivity and denounce negativity, as clearly explained in issue Twenty-Four!
Realise the truth of Naturalistic Evolution!
Strive for things of true value!
Strider
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Strider Issue 25 - 20th June 2008
Today (Friday) is the Summer Solstice; something which most readers will be aware of. And although the days which follow will begin to get shorter, this fact should be used as an urgent reminder to enjoy the season while it lasts rather than to become downhearted as Winter and Death approach.
No matter where you live, you can certainly find a Natural habitat to observe within a short distance from your home. Take sandwiches and a flask along with your sense of adventure and find a suitable wild place. Arrive approximately an hour or so before dusk, make yourself comfortable and wait.
Any man can purchase a book or watch a television show where experts demonstrate their superior Naturalistic knowledge, yet this knowledge has mostly come to them through a lifetime of observation rather than from the classroom. But one thing you can learn right now is that in order to gain pleasure from Nature, you must be a part of it. In becoming a part of Nature your life-force will be renewed and your soul cleansed by a powerful healing magic which has to be experienced before it is comprehended.
The physical task of becoming a part of Nature is simple, yet due to the pace and fashion of modern life accomplishing simple things such as this is easier said than done for those people who live by un-Natural rules.
Unfortunately, however, these modern ways will be the death of you.
Make your own life rules, and begin to practice them today. Start by thinking of a place to visit near your home; a quiet place where you can escape from people for a short time and be with tree, field and stream. Visualise what it will be like as the sun casts long shadows across the land and day turns to night. Imagine sitting silently against the mighty oak, body warm under hat and coat. Watch in awe as the owl, fox and badger pass by. Stay still as their movement catches the corner of your eye. Be patient.
Then, as you make your way home along the woodland path, fight against the urge to check your watch. Indeed, you will have left your watch at home, for Nature has no regard for a ticking clock; only light and dark, hot and cold, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter concern the animals and plants.
Once this visualisation is complete, you are ready for the journey. Ensure you complete it - not next week or next month but this weekend.
Once the magic has been experienced, you shall forever be drawn back.
Strider
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Strider Issue 24 - 13th June 2008
The most sickening fashion of our age must be that of almost continuous, endless negativity amongst our folk. It permeates very the fabric of Western society like a cancer, and spreads like the plague through this land of Albion.
Listen to any casual conversation, and hear as every time a person makes verbal the intention of doing something even remotely positive, the sentence is finalised with a pathetic get-out clause. Now be warned - you shall notice this everywhere you go:
"I'll be there - if I can make it."
"I'll do it - if there's time."
"I'll try - but it won't work."
"Even if I fail, I'll have done my best."
The last example is the most sickening of all,
for the sentence begins with negativity.
This should be enough for each and every Strider reader to understand just how often this kind of destructive statement is uttered. Every minute of every day there are millions of useless announcements made which are in actual fact directly contributing to the collapse of our once virile Nation.
Imagine if a note fell through your letterbox one bright and sunny morning stating that a suitcase containing a million pounds was waiting for you in a far off town, yet you could only collect the cash if you arrived there within a set time. Consider now what your three thoughts and actions would be, disregarding the notion of a hoax.
1. You would visualise obtaining the vast sum of money
2. You would state your intention clearly, either mentally or out loud
3. You would complete the task with vigour
Suddenly the spell is broken. All those years of negative thinking disappear as a truly magnificent vision presents itself in your mind's eye. If you had woken that morning feeling under the weather, lo and behold would you not immediately feel full of energy and full of life? Even before you laid hands on the money, nothing more than your positive thoughts have transformed your entire being from listless and lacklustre to fiery eyed and determined.
Yet perhaps you are not materialistic and can honestly say a million pounds would not change you or even excite you. Yet alter the prize to a magic pill which would cure a loved one of their terminal illness, and would you too not have the kind of feelings described above?
But let us study the psychology of that period of time between your first constructive visualisation and laying your hands on that great treasure. From the moment your mind has digested the information, all negativity in your life disappears and, to all intents and purposes, you have achieved your goal even before you've laid a foot out of the door.
This, my friends, is the key to success and is, in essence, the key to rebuilding our land and revitalising our people.
To succeed, one must be able to visualise a goal even before one steps upon the path. In fact, visualisation is the first step. You must aim to know you've succeeded before you've even begun.
Strider is a great advocate of such philosophers as Carl Jung and Friedrich Nietzsche due to the great power of their uplifting words, yet very occasionally popular fictional quotes prove to stimulate the mind also. In one particular 'Star Wars' movie, master Yoda tells Luke, "Do or do not - there is no try." Far be it for Strider to take his life philosophy from a Jim Henson creation, but there is much to learn from in the quote directed at a naïve young rebel called Skywalker. Indeed, Luke's surname suggests he has the potential to aim high, yet must first turn his back on shallow ideals and negativity.
Only when negativity has been cast out of your life for good can you even contemplate attaining any of the goals you fleetingly aspire to. And when one considers the ultimate goal and concept of National Folkish Evolution and a future unhindered by stigma or narrow mindedness, a truly powerful energy begins to bubble up inside the soul.
What is the meaning of life?
Men have for eons pondered this question, and have left it mostly unanswered. Rather they would cringe meekly upon bended knee and wait for their query to be addressed by an all powerful God as they pass from this world and onto whatever awaits, having unfortunately wasted many a year where their life could have counted for something truly amazing. Many have failed miserably at life.
And yet the answer to the question is a simple one. The answer is that we must evolve or perish.
The children of Albion have come into this world with the ability to evolve, yet are currently angering Mother Nature with a perverse negativity and refusal to be all they can be. Instead of progressing, we are regressing. Instead of aiming for the stars, so many stare at the ground without the confidence to raise their vision. Instead of rebelling against ideologies which seek to hold them back, they are rebelling only against themselves and Nature.
Break free from the chains which bind the mind. Find your answers where lies do not exist - in the tree which stretches towards the sun; in the beast which acts without hesitation or embarrassment; in the life-cycle which shows growth and achievement are the only rules which need ever be heeded.
Just as a child laughs with joy and relief when shown the empty wardrobe where his imaginary monster once resided, so will the children of Albion soon rejoice as they look back on their former timid selves and realise that the darkness has lifted to reveal a bright new dawn.
Raise Your Ambitions!
Visualise Your Wondrous Dreams!
And Remember… "Free… For What?"
Strider
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Strider Issue 23 - 6th June 2008
The lies, deceit and trickery, (encouraged and promoted by greedy, corrupt men and women from politicians to business and media players), aimed to halt Nationalism as a political movement and destroy Western Spirituality in its entirety, has made it very hard for Joe Average to see Nationalism and Western Spirituality in its true light.
Firstly it must be understood that while each and every brave soul that stands under the banner of Nationalism is not necessarily a spiritual type, those who have a complete and proper knowledge of the subject are much more entwined in the Cosmotheist aspects of just who we really are.
When a Briton makes the conscious decision to become Nationalist from a perspective of fear, for example fear of an economic downturn or fear of overcrowding, they are responding to an immediate feeling danger. This feeling is a perfectly Natural one, but it is also a negative way of thinking in that it is a last resort or defensive measure.
The Western mind has been forced, over many years, to think in such negative terms. Many of us only ever take action when danger threatens, and at all other times we generally sink back into a lazy existence. When we find enough spare time in our busy lives to actually do something useful, it is common practice to use that time to do… nothing of any productive value.
All readers of the Strider column will recognise the above characteristics perhaps either in themselves or those around them. While our beloved Nation is falling down around us, many Britons chose to relax or hide.
Yet despite this fashionably casual attitude to life, greater numbers are seeing the dangers that face us and are now considering themselves to be Nationalist, either as a permanent moniker or merely whilst at the Polling Station. This is, of course, good news.
But there are two levels to Nationalism, and it is the second, deeper level, which we must explore. This is, in fact, the very essence of the entire Strider project.
The Nationalist who is really of value to our Cause is the man, woman or child who has come to Nationalism not so much through fear of outside influence but through an innate comprehension of things that grow.
Nationalism is unlike every other ideology in that it comes not from the conscious mind but from within the very soul of a folk-group, and thus is a product of Nature. This is the main reason why Nationalist political parties have traditionally found the reasoning behind their deeds so hard to put into words, and why only the most eloquent leaders and thinkers have been able to break into the world of mainstream media, and thus promote their feelings rather than their ideas.
As Nationalism is an organic product of the folk-soul, it thus follows that, as with the eternal Laws of Nature, it is a perfect model of the concept of evolution promoted as an ideology. All things that grow and are a part of Nature's grand design evolve, improve and reach up to new horizons. If successful, they leave behind a little of themselves to continue the path of cyclical evolution, which Pagans term 'The Turning of the Wheel'. This phrase is generally taken to mean the revolution of the seasons, but actually implies much more - it is actually a metaphor for life itself.
Two things now become apparent:
- 1. True Nationalism is not about fear but about eternal evolution and achievement.
- 2. True Nationalists must first develop an understanding of Nature before they can add productively and ideologically to the Cause.
The backgrounds of the best and most influential Nationalists, if studied closely, often include the following:
- An interest in working on the land
- An interest in trees
- An interest in ornithology
- An interest in gardening
- An interest in naturalistic sporting pursuits such as fishing
- An interest in the cosmos
- An interest in past traditions which revolve around the seasons
Thus those best psychologically positioned to fully grasp the ethos of Nationalism are foresters, gardeners, farmers, rangers, fishermen and so forth.
Strider says now that whilst great and valuable activists can come from any background or walk of life, the true great thinkers behind the future growth of our Movement will come not from a sterile mental environment but from a Naturalistic one. Geographical location matters not, but psychology most certainly does. Those who refuse to understand the ways of Mother Nature will never fully grasp the basic motivation behind the ideology of Nationalism.
Fortunately all is not lost; the children of Albion are but a few short generations from an era where we all lived more closely with the land. It is in our blood, and although many of us have been forcibly wrapped in a toxic skin of modernity, inside each of us is the potential to break through to the surface like a germinating seed in its quest to reach the sun.
Only the most self-loathing individual refuses to acknowledge this, and they have to a man long since drawn their uncrossable line in the sand, standing bow-legged in the rank, decaying, putrid realm of neo-liberalism. Nationalism is the Polar Opposite of neo-liberalism, and where Nationalism promotes the workings of Nature, neo-liberals fear it and try to halt its progress.
Spiritual Nationalism, with its evolutionary ideals and pureness of purpose, blows like a fresh wind across Britain and into our hearts, and must be promoted in this most positive, uplifting manner by those who truly understand both our ideology and their own soul if this land and her people are to escape stagnation and death, and proceed on a path of breathtaking achievement.
Nationalism is evolution, evolution is Natural.
Strider
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Strider Issue 22 - 30th May 2008
"Who exactly is Strider and what are the true intentions
of the Strider column?"
After more than twenty issues, these are two questions which must now be openly addressed.
Strider is a not in fact a person but a manifestation of all that is up reaching and positive in the human psyche. It may come as a surprise for some readers to find that an element of Strider is present in all Men of the West; Strider is a character of psychological, mythological, Primal Truth.
If last week's article revolved around what we've nearly lost, then this week we shall see what we can become.
The Strider spirit is the voice which whispers inside the minds of millions and speaks of great and glorious achievements without introducing a single negative nagging doubt to the fleeting, wondrous visions which we all regularly experience but unfortunately rarely act upon.
Back in Strider 16, the subject of imagination was discussed. It was shown that an imagination which knew no bounds could produce a physical reality directly inspired by the unhindered visions of the positive dreamer. As often as not, the final product is not directly constructed by the idea-maker, but there is no real golden rule in the matter. The most important observation to be aware of is that without this ability to think in uncharted realms, both the Children of Albion and all the Men of the West will descend into oblivion.
This decent has long since begun!
The major problem we face today is the constant pressure to conform and the almost relentless barrage of negativity energy when one releases his or her visions into the public arena. Usually the grand idea stops there. But do we not hold in high regard, and have they not almost achieved God-like status, those who let their inner visions loose upon the world?
From the genius of Isaac Newton, (1642-1727), whose Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica, (published in 1687), is said to be the greatest single work in the history of science, to Charles Babbage, (1792-1871), a British mathematician and inventor who designed and built mechanical computing machines on principles that anticipated the modern electronic computer, we find that those who do not fear their productive imagination can achieve fantastic personal goals and also raise the ambitions of their fellow kinsmen.
Whether you merely dreams of singing on stage or have perhaps set your sights on truly visionary ideals which could benefit mankind, those fleeting imaginary instances where all you dreamt of becomes true are the work of the invisible Strider which resides to varying degrees in us all. Yet only by following the path of personal evolution can you reach these goals.
Close your eyes; do you see a world of superior high technology, where Nature and Science meet and entwine? Can you picture towns and cities they way they should be - rife with both trees and architecture and devoid of impurities? Does the countryside glow with good health and the rivers sparkle as they flow? Are the people in your dreams full of vitality and vigour? Do they reach for the stars? Do they know no fear?
The mass media may try to dumb you down; the Establishment may try to make you all equally weak and helpless; even your friends or family may try to constrain your imagination. But if the previous paragraph speaks to your soul, then feed your own personal Strider, for the only truth is that there are no limits to what you can become.
This article is dedicated to the eternal memory of Keith Brown, and to building a society where those reaching for grand ideals are rewarded.
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Strider Issue 21 - 23rd May 2008
Strider aims to ensure his avid readers are aware of past traditions, of wondrous Mythology, of great achievements and of the beauty which surrounds us in Nature. At present there is a yearning for this knowledge, for deep down inside many Children of Albion there is a realisation that such amazing things could be lost forever. The concrete jungle creeps slowly over fertile soil like a cancer, past customs are eradicated as if they are some kind of vile disease, and up-reaching positivity is gradually being pushed out of our folk-consciousness.
It is too easy to let yourselves believe that all that was once good and wholesome has already disappeared, and that it is futile to even attempt a reawakening. When seated in front of a computer, surrounded by post-modern furniture, plastic plants, electrical cables and being relentlessly attacked by an invisible aura of static charge or magnetic flux, it is understandable that you may feel weakened. A balance must be maintained for reasons of health, and therefore Strider shall now tell a story of a recent venture away from the office and into Nature…
With canine companion at his side, Strider followed his usual route through the small market town and out into the countryside. The summer evening was glorious, and there was no rush to return home. Once the sound of traffic had disappeared into the distance, the birdsong began; without a doubt it had always been there, but now it could be heard clearly. Even the hum of bees reached Strider's ears as he walked down the lane.
A gate was ajar, and Strider's four legged friend pushed his way through it - a smell of adventure was in the air, and Strider followed…
Across fields they walked, all sense of time irrelevant as the sun gradually crept towards the horizon. On any normal day, it would have been sensible to turn back, yet both man and beast put aside their five senses and followed their calling.
Fields made way for woodland and a pathway emerged. Strider had never explored so far from home, but knew that there was no need to worry. The pathway led through the trees and over a bridge, and Strider found himself on a rutted track, just as dusk fell across the land. Hooking his dog onto the lead, man and animal followed the track around a bend; a light flickered in the distance, and Strider's dog sniffed the air as his muscled legs powered forwards with renewed vigour.
The sound of music drifted on the breeze as the travellers approached their destination, and the flickering light became a public house. With old beams and a look of aged subsidence, Strider had the feeling of a traveller through time as well as land as he pushed at the heavy wooden door. The aroma of hot food wrapped around the outsiders like a comforting blanket as they stepped into this different age, and not an eye was batted as Strider's dog pulled free from his leash and settled down in a corner of the bar.
The music continued as Strider cast his eyes around; a man with guitar was seated upon a stool, and patrons clapped and sang along. There was smoke in the air, and Strider noticed with interest that two men sat smoking at a nearby table; one with pipe and another with cigarette. No signs forbade this, and the landlord gave them not a second glance.
Strider stepped to the bar, took a glass of the home brew on offer, and settled in as if a regular patron. The ale, music and the ethereal ambiance swept him away into a surreal world of laughter and dance, and as the evening wore on Strider chose to accept everything and fight nothing. Strider answered inquisitive questions from the carefree locals and asked questions of his own:
"Who is the musician?"
No one could give an adequate reply to this, other than relate the musician's travelling name of "Ansund", but Strider knew the guitarist had taken note…
* * *
The morning dawned bright and fresh, and Strider awoke to find his dog sleeping contentedly at the foot of the bed. A radiant splash of sunshine threw itself across the room, and breakfast was upon the bedside table. A glint of light caught Strider's eye, and he slipped out of bed to find a compact disc had been pushed under the bedroom door. The modern shape was greatly at odds with the traditional décor, but its contents - as you will shortly realise - were as rooted in tradition as the musician who'd surely placed it there.
There follows the lyrics to the song contained upon the disc, and a link to a video Strider later produced to add a visual element to the words.
The Wheel
Spring
This land is mine I swear, this country is my home
My kinsmen stand beside me, I know I'm not alone
In meadows flowers open, to greet life giving sun
With joy the children rush outdoors, and through the fields they run
Chorus
My brothers they will never give up their own sacred ground
Our women they will never feel any less than proud
Summer
Whispers from the woodland, sweet scent of summer air
Birds soar over barley fields, and sing without a care
Hazy days, the busker plays, on cobbled village street
Children head down to the fair, not caring who they meet
Chorus
Our children have strength in their souls, their flame keeps burning bright
Heroes' blood flows through their veins, and teaches what is right
Autumn
Green man takes his time to rest, as workers harvest corn
Shadows lengthen over land, and chillier the dawn
As Mother Nature's wheel turns, we know she lives and dies
So we can reach and touch the stars, under our Northern skies
Chorus
We revere Nature, we hail every dawn
There's nothing that can frighten us, when we stand as one
Winter
Countryside all masked in white, the landlord brews his ale
Draw a chair close to the fire, and listen to a tale
A Winter Solstice with no dawn, an England with no light
All memories of past forgot, just everlasting light
Chorus
This tale of self destruction, comes from foreign tongue
And twisted minded traitors, in England are hung
The Wheel
So listen to the folk-song, and never ever kneel
And keep your soul in touch with Nature's ever turning Wheel
We can live forever with our arms raised to the sun
With steely eyed determination, we've already won
Strider
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Strider Issue 20 - 16th May 2008
"The bright white light tore into the retinas of two hundred thousand citizens, and moments later the heat peeled off their skin before the blast wave turned their charred and disfigured bodies to dust. Buildings crumbled and trees were no more, as Little Boy and Fat Man unleashed their atomic power over Hiroshima and Nagasaki on 6th and 9th August 1945. The world had never seen such a cataclysmic event; the Japanese had never felt such brutal force; Nature had never been so disrupted."
The fear which atomic energy invokes amongst rational citizens across the globe is like no fear ever experienced before in all the recorded ages of man. It is not just the force of a nuclear explosion which so disturbs us, but the invisible stalking killer which is radiation. 26th April 1986 renewed our fear, as reactor number four of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant exploded, releasing thirty to forty times more fallout than the A-bomb which was dropped on Hiroshima. This time we were directly affected; an internet news page at www.icwales.co.uk tells us on 26th April 2008 that as many as 359 Welsh farms were still under restriction regarding the moving of sheep. The fact that we rarely hear full detailed news reports regarding the current danger to our health from Chernobyl-related fallout only adds to our fear of all things nuclear.
Nevertheless, if one considers modern day Japan, merely sixty years after that devastating two-fold atomic assault, we find their Nation is thriving. In an industrial sense, they have in many cases overtaken the West in terms of quality and price of goods and working efficiency, and in a folkish sense, the Japanese have a strong comprehension of who they really are. In the post-War era, many a Western man and woman have looked to the Far East for spiritual guidance, and indeed this still happens. But even when one considers the full extent of the destruction rained upon Japan by high technology weaponry, we nevertheless find they not only still survive but actually are now thriving. Most important to note is that their belief system is completely intact and most every man, woman and child positively radiates confidence, positivity and National pride.
Could we deduce from this that spiritual folkishness has more power than the atom bombs of 1945?
Strider will answer this and the related following question in a more controversial manner. If the atom bomb could not destroy a culture, what can? The answer is that the only way in which a Nation can be destroyed is via the kind of cultural genocide being actively practiced in the West by our own people. It is hard to believe, but nevertheless entirely true, that it would be less damaging to the children of Albion in the long term if an atomic bomb were to explode over London right now than for our own people to continue on their current path of liberal-Marxist inspired self-genocidal destruction.
To take another view, consider that in just a few hundred years the Native American has all but been wiped out by an influx of culturally different people and the introduction of harmful substances which were alien to them, for example: whisky. A nuclear attack would not have harmed the Red Indian to the extent that the Western invasion and subsequent cultural change has.
Our own destruction is a three-fold affair:
- 1. Adoption of Alien Spirituality and Incompatible Morals
- 2. Promotion of Incompatible Cultural Influence
- 3. Narcotics Which Destroy Innate Judgment and Survival Instincts
Yet as with all things with the potential to destroy life, it is the most obvious threat which is noticed and reacted to, and it is the creeping sickness which is almost entirely ignored. Another self-genocidal habit Britons so often portray is the tendency to help everyone but themselves. Of course, to help others is an honourable deed, but to ignore one's own folk and family in a time of great crisis is the biggest sin of all. It goes against common sense instincts, and it goes against Nature's grand design, for the protection of self is the most important rule in maintaining life on this planet.
In order to break through the thick shell of decades of fashionable naivety, Strider must speak with thunder and lightening:
In ignoring your Natural self, in ignoring your kinsfolk, in ignoring your Pagan heritage, you are directly contributing to a Western cultural disaster more terrible, more apocalyptic and more everlasting than a Nuclear War.
The falling of the West shall not come by fire, it shall come by ignorance.
This generation will determine the death or upreaching prosperity of the children of Albion.
Strider
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Strider Issue 19 - 9th May 2008
The main problematic issue regarding Political Nationalism is that if discipline and ideological education lacks in any one Party member, internal and external problems arise. And whilst Strider would love to eventually see politics devolved into localised decision making, this will not be a success until those who may be given such local authority acquire both a full ideological bedrock of knowledge and the proven ability to achieve goals with the 'bigger picture' in mind.
In Strider Issue 17, the following three-point plan was suggested as a way towards achieving a healthy and prosperous Nation:
- 1. Political Nationalism
- 2. Spiritual Understanding
- 3. Forward Thinking & Visualization
For the time being let us focus primarily on
Political Nationalism and Spiritual Understanding.
Most people will be more drawn towards either the political sphere or the realm of spirituality. This is to be expected. But Strider wishes to warn those who decide to completely shun one or the other, and who declare a need for only one of the above.
The most important concept to understand is that of balance. Strider has in the past talked of Polar Opposites for a very good reason, as it is the balance between Polar Opposites which not only create life but also allow it to evolve and thrive. In our ancient Northern European Myths and Legends, the first Primal Polar Opposites were that of Fire and Ice, represented in the runes Nauthiz and Isa.
Transposing this idea of opposites and balance into our Cause, we can say that if politics is all in the head, then spirituality is all in the heart. The head and heart represent the two Polar Opposites of the psyche - conscious and sub-conscious thought. Therefore if we have pure politics without any input from our ancestral spirit, the balance in the equation is disturbed and we have utter failure. Conversely, if all we did was meditate upon the runes whilst paying no heed to our conscious, material, day to day needs, we would starve to death. Consider in relation to what is written above the fact that we describe rational thought as being calm, or 'cool', and passions which arise from the heart as being 'fiery'. Fire and Ice exist within us all.
And although merely collaborating the words 'Political' and 'Nationalism' does make a giant leap towards the ultimate goal of 'spiritual politics', the fact that so many people still do not realise the true meaning of Nationalism means that the concept needs some very basic explanation.
Nationalism and Spirituality (or 'ancestral understanding') go hand in hand, for the whole ethos of Nationalism is to raise the achievement of a particular people by giving them a complete understanding of their past. Only when a folk group realises exactly who they are can they step upon the path to what they ultimately have the potential to become. Furthermore, those that become sucked into the murky world of politics without a bright guiding light will become consumed.
So, given that we need politics in order to serve a myriad of purposes (from landing aircraft to determining educational needs, to managing waste) if all those who understand the concept of ancestral spirituality were to shun the political arena, what kind of country would we see?
The answer is simple, for it has happened - we are now living in an age where politics has come under the control of the children of Albion's Polar Opposites!
Imagine a tree with two strong branches, reaching proudly upwards, yet joined at the trunk and nourished by the same roots; one giant branch being Conscious Politics (Ice), the other being that of Sub-Conscious Ancestral Spiritually (Fire). Together there is balance, and with all working in harmony the tree grows Evergreen, and the combined life-force of that tree would be Political-Nationalism. This mythological analogy must become a burning vision in the mind of every Briton who detests mediocrity and craves achievement, before success can materialise.
Children of Albion; determine your ability and focus on your great skills, but stay in balance. If stepping forth into the political arena, do so with a bedrock of ancestral knowledge. If your path lies through the ancient wild wood, remember that one day you must come home in body to a land where political hierarchy is a modern necessity.
Strider
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Strider Issue 18 -2nd May 2008
"Sit down before fact like a little child, and be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abyss Nature leads, or you shall learn nothing."
Thomas H. Huxley (1825-1895)
Are you prepared to 'give up every preconceived notion', and 'follow wherever Nature leads'? In times of materialistic wellness, Strider wouldn't even bother to ask this question, for the answer would be an obvious one.
But we are fast emerging from an era where all manner of comforting goods were commonplace, and so the above must be addressed immediately.
It is very easy to be lulled into a false sense of security when one can retreat into the protective cocoon of a heated lounge, complete with technological media distractions. Just as personal health is largely taken for granted until a serious ailment arises, we similarly ignore the health of our Land and People so long as we are not directly and adversely affected in the short term by problems we believe can be avoided.
There have, of course, been warnings from people such as Enoch Powell that the Nation we call home is suffering from a terrible sickness. But like a slowly rotting tooth, to ignore the first signs of trouble brings serious consequences.
Intelligent and prophetic as Powell was, for him to have thought the people of this country would suddenly and immediately grasp the big picture without them having seen these problems first hand was, perhaps, a little too much to expect. Indeed, Powell may not have been remembered as the man we recall today if he himself hadn't visited India and brought his observations back home.
Powell remains, of course, one of those breed of Higher Men who we can look to for inspiration both in terms of intellect and dignity.
Yet as we enter the coming Age of Scarcity, we do not so much need prophets as we do honesty. Many consider Nature to be 'out there'; in the countryside, the woods, the rivers and so forth. And while this is true, we nevertheless forget that Nature is within us also. Our honest thoughts and opinions - often referred to as 'gut instincts' - are a part of Nature's consciousness which, when properly used, give us all we need to survive and prosper. Our greatest downfall has been to ignore our instincts and adopt alien ideologies which are at best baseless opinion and at worst a series of deliberate cons designed to create wealth and power for those in the know.
The obvious logical conclusion, therefore, is that if opinion cannot be trusted, we must look for answers in something which has no opinion.
The lessons learnt via an association with Nature, both without and within, will stand the enlightened individual in good stead when difficult situations arise. Escaping the many lies to which we have so become accustomed may seem like an impossible task, but in reality it will be a surprisingly simple affair. Inside every man, woman and child of Albion speaks the voice of our instincts. For some it is but a whisper; for others it is akin to the roaring of a lion. And all that is required for the inner voice to become an outward expression of Natural instinct is the presence of danger. The minute an individual fears the loss of food, water, shelter or life, the inner barbarian takes control.
The exact outward manifestation of our Primal Survival Mechanism depends directly upon the facilities in place to express our need for survival.
Strider writes this column not yet knowing the outcome of the 2008 Local Elections, but this much is true:
The best, most sensible and safest form our Natural response to imminent danger can take is that of Political Nationalism.
However, the responsibility likes with every avid reader of the Strider column to ensure he or she develops a full and complete comprehension of the Ways of Nature, for without this bedrock of knowledge, all opinion is false. Furthermore, to base decisions surrounding the wellbeing of Folk and Family on anything other than the teachings of Mother Nature is to welcome with open arms a catastrophe of the highest magnitude.
We are just beginning to see what has become of our Nation due to the forced ignorance of Nature. But you have a choice of a brighter future; reach out and grab the opportunity before it is too late.
Strider.
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Strider Issue 17 - 25th April 2008
"The lift doors pinged open to reveal Lenin-idolizers and various riders on the neo-liberal gravy train as they chatted and helped themselves to edible tax money, disguised as coffee and canapés, from an over-laden buffet table. Their agenda was to bring the Legend of Enoch crashing down from the stratosphere and bring the English down with him."
On Sunday 20th April 2008, Strider attended the very hotel where, forty years earlier to the day, the late, great Enoch Powell made his infamous speech. By now astute internet users will know what happened.
Strider was honoured to have been invited, and now wishes to speak plainly regarding the solutions both immediately available to us as we approach the Local Elections on 1st May, and on the further action required to ensure we return to being a healthy and prosperous people in our own land.
Man's highest goal is to reach for the stars and become like God in an ongoing quest for personal evolution. This is the predominant purpose of both organic religion and folkish ideology, and the reason why deities are positioned 'up there'. Bridging the gap between man and the Gods are Higher Men - those who have climbed above the mediocrity of the masses and achieved something which most can only dream of. Yet in merely considering such ideals, the dreamer proves he has an active imagination and thus the potential to attain greatness.
The legend of Enoch Powell is a metaphorical stepping stone for those who wish to achieve great things. His eternal Myth bridges the gap between men and the Gods; his sole purpose being to lift us and make our dreams and highest ideals a living, breathing reality.
Therefore, when Strider observes people of any colour or creed whose sole 'ambition' is the Polar Opposite of true achievement, and furthermore he encounters them peddling their ideological wares upon sacred ground, a fire burns in his eyes.
What if…?
What if Strider's kinsfolk do not see the true motive of those who would destroy them? What if Strider's kinsfolk do not realise that while one group of neo-Communists destroys our Economy and Infrastructure, another group seeks to destroy our folk-spirit?
What will become of us then…?
Fortunately, however, Strider can confidently spit into the eye of he who asks such a repulsive question, for merely a few hours before honouring Powell with a minute's silence, the author of this column attended a wondrous patriotic parade. Flags flew in the morning breeze, drum beats reverberated through the cool air, and the spirit of our ancestors was alive and well.
Legions of English marched through the streets, celebrating that which can not be put into words. Just as the greatest of songs do not do justice to the Primal Emotion of love, so the Strider column cannot fully convey the emotion and love for one's land and people which was openly displayed on the weekend immediately before St. George's Day.
And so, as passions run high, what can now be done to ensure a safe future for our children?
There are three stages in securing a bright future for all the children of Albion. These are:
- 1. Political Nationalism
- 2. Spiritual Understanding
- 3. Forward Thinking & Visualisation
Firstly, we must place in power both locally and nationally a political entity which unites Britain under the banner of Nationalism whilst ensuring cultural solidarity amongst the English, Scottish, Welsh and Northern Irish. This begins now.
Secondly, we must ensure our Myths and Legends are not forgotten, for these are the Primal Truths which inspire potential Heroes. We must understand the Nature of ourselves - where we come from, who we are, and where we are heading. Our environment must be shaped to maximise our imagination whilst giving us the peace of mind and clarity of thought required to realise these dreams.
Thirdly, we must look far beyond the horizon. The sleepy commuter often casts his vision no further than the bonnet of his car, and is taken by surprise when a collision occurs. We as a people have become similarly visually lazy. But as the preceding two points are brought into being, the third will follow. A lesson must be learned today which will never be forgotten.
Dear reader, the Legend of Enoch Powell lives or dies depending upon the decisions you make now and the physical deeds you are able to carry out. The will of those around you shall burn bright or fade to black in direct proportion to your own display of passion and vigour. Do not underestimate yourself. Do not bottle up your dreams only to see them wither and perish as your life force is crushed under alien ideology. Stand fast and project your ambitions. Be all you can be.
Strider
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Strider Issue 16 - 18th April 2008
Mary Shelley - Frankenstein
Arthur C. Clarke - 2001: A Space Odyssey
H.G Wells - War of the Worlds
George Orwell - 1984
The above list is a very brief example of British writers of Science Fiction. All of you will be familiar with both the author's names and the titles of their infamous works, and many of you will have read at least one of these great books. They are great stories in many respects, not least because the authors possessed an imagination which is now regarded as being prophetic.
Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein' deals with the concepts of genetic engineering and the perversion of Nature, and has this excerpt on the back cover of the Oxford 1818 text edition: "Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world."
Arthur C. Clarke wrote '2001: A Space Odyssey', which was developed in 1968 alongside director Stanley Kubrick, but was based on Arthur's short story 'The Sentinel', written much earlier in 1948. This book deals with a number of subtle topics, but most of those who have read the book or seen the film will recall HAL, the intelligent computer, which amongst other things was capable of the kind of face recognition we see in use today.
'War of the Worlds', by H.G Wells, depicts an invasion of England by aliens. Interestingly, the most significant part of this work is not the aliens themselves but the author's concept of advanced military technology, where living flesh is rendered physically less important than the machinery which surrounds it. These concepts certainly influenced military design engineers.
And then, of course, we have George Orwell's '1984'; a tale so terrifying in its accurate predictions of our current political system that one could almost believe the author had read that other Sci-fi classic 'The Time Machine' by previously mentioned author H.G Wells, but not content in merely reading about it, Orwell perhaps actually built one himself and took a glimpse into the future…
Those familiar with the Strider column may be somewhat bemused at this foray into the world of fiction, for does not Strider deal with real concerns and more importantly real solutions? In fact, are not folkish and spiritual concepts a million miles away from Sci-fi stories written many years ago?
To this question Strider forcefully replies, "To understand a folk's potential, one has to examine the boundaries (or lack thereof) of that people's imagination."
The books I have mentioned are but a minuscule example from the near endless array of imaginative literature produced by men and women of the West. The social background of these writers is varied, and therefore the issue of class does not come into the equation when dealing with self-evolving prophetic concepts. (To prophesise is to set the ball rolling towards the evolution and existence of an idea; thus the imagination becomes reality.)
A close examination of today's Western mindset, however, reveals a dangerous trend; unnatural psychological barriers have been artificially constructed around our folk-consciousness, and those still in possession of the ability to think 'outside the box' are consistently made fun of and held back. In recent decades, our society has gradually converged upon a single un-imaginative pathway which has only one destination: Utter Failure.
A Primal Truth which some may find difficult to comprehend is as follows:
If something can be imagined, it can be achieved, regardless of frontiers.
Of course, those that imagine something truly grand may not live to see the result of their idea, but this does not mean it will not eventually come to pass.
The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche wrote of 'Higher Men'. Friedrich Nietzsche was not a believer in equality, and his purpose in writing was to raise his readers above the mediocrity of the masses. Just as Nietzsche might be considered the Polar Opposite of Marx, so we now understand Nationalism to be the Polar Opposite of neo-liberalism.
- Nationalists revere achievement and success.
- Nationalists revere things that grow.
- Nationalists revere the imagination of creative genius.
The key to folk-achievement is to imagine great things, but also to ensure the workings of the imagination are positive rather than negative in intent, and to promote this free-thinking attitude as desirable.
Nations are composed from the imagination of its predominant folk-group; both physically in things such as buildings, monuments, roads, bridges and art, but also in things we can't touch such as the all-permeating yet unseen forces that manifest themselves as belief systems and general attitude to life.
A community which is active in promoting positive imagination and the realisation of the things which are imagined will continue to evolve and grow.
The final goal of man is to evolve into 'Higher Men'. Once this is achieved, we can return to the stars. To regress is to fail as a species.
In order for the children of Albion to smash through this age of stagnation and begin to evolve and grow once more, a strong positive attitude must again be nurtured, and our imagination must not be suppressed but released, without concern for non-existent boundaries.
What can you imagine for the future of your folk?
Strider
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Strider Issue 15 - 11th April 2008
Although the Strider column is meta-political and seeks to supersede both politics and religion in an attempt to raise the children of Albion in a physical and spiritual manner, we are nevertheless faced with a destructive ideological barrier which must be fully transcended before one can evolve as an individual and become a productive part of a community or tribal group.
Here then, in approximately a thousand words, is everything you need to know in order to smash through the lies, deceit and betrayal which threaten our very existence as a minority folk group in an unnaturally globalistic world.
It is essential that this is understood for your journey to have meaning.
The modern world is really a modern Business Empire, with profit and power being the goals of the career politician and his corporate bedfellow. This is the simplest truth you will ever hear, yet it many live and die without realising this.
Ideologies are used to control consumers. All people are either active consumers or potential consumers in the eyes of the mainstream politician.
The reason for the existence of ideologies has evolved throughout history:
1. Many years ago, when populations were small but expanding, ideologies took the place of the sword in that they controlled the masses without force. Kingly rule metamorphosed into Parliament, and Barbarianism made way for Civilisation.
2. As the notion of a World Business Empire became reality with increased Exploration and more recently Communication Technology, ideologies also became perfect for moulding the masses into active consumers.
In order for a World Business Empire to supposedly succeed, power-shifts are engineered by Globalistic-minded politicians, in some ways akin to the merging and selling off of big businesses. To engineer a power shift, the economy and infrastructure of a powerful Nation, along with the will of the people of that Nation, are collapsed and a new power centre arises.
Globalistic, career minded politicians in Britain do not want a strong, healthy Nation. The current power shift is to Europe and an EU Superstate. Voters often make the mistake of thinking the politicians will one day realise their mistake - unfortunately these 'mistakes' have an ulterior motive.
For their ambitions to succeed, the Globalistic politicians must make the children of Albion see the EU as a saviour - in order to do this our economy and infrastructure must be decimated. This is done in a number of ways, from mass immigration which strains resources to their limits and beyond all the way through to selling off gold reserves and industry at knock-down prices.
However, the British kindred have a long history of high achievement, and the rainbow chasing seekers of profitable Globalism know that collapsing our economy and infrastructure could work in opposition to their plans if hard times spark resentment and rebellion. Therefore their plan has an additional, sickening agenda.
In order to quell physical and intellectual rebellion, the children of Albion must be spiritually destroyed.
In refusing to Napalm the Afghan Poppy Fields, the career politicians ensure lethal Heroin is available to our once virile British youth.
In promoting degenerate role models, our once virile British youth aspire only to degeneracy.
In promoting equality and refusing to acknowledge the character building traits of competition, our once virile British youth grow in body but not in mind.
The work shy, arrogant attitude of some sections of British youth is solely down to a lack of confidence which borders on medical dysfunction. Mental illness is rising, both recorded and unacknowledged, and the apathy openly displayed by young and old alike is not true apathy at all. Truly apathetic individuals do not become depressed. Depression is caused by knowing the truth but fearing to act upon natural instincts and urges. This is often then manifested in rage and self harm of various guises.
Unnatural ideologies - that is ideologies which go against the eternal laws of nature - are the root cause of depression and more especially the destruction of British youth. The Globalists know this; indeed this is their very intention, for they are fully aware that a strong and vibrant British people, united in a sense of folkishness, would vigorously oppose the destruction of Albion.
Marxism, Socialism, Modern Liberalism, Political Correctness, Globalism and Forced Equality are all ideologies which promote the One World Business Empire. This Empire puts greed, profit, power and political careers above the wellbeing of our communities.
This is not a conspiracy theory - just as the goal of any large supermarket chain is to decimate the High Street and control the market, so the clinical yet corrupt politician seeks to do the same, only on a much grander scale. Any astute businessman's goal is to eliminate competition. It is that simple. Unfortunately with the Globalist, people are a commodity to be used and abused as they see fit.
The Polar Opposite of this is Nationalism.
Nationalism is achievement, community, environmental awareness and family life. It is all that is wholesome in an increasingly unwholesome world, and for this reason it is feared and relentlessly attacked by those whose goal is power and greed above all else.
Contrary to popular belief, Nationalism is not an ideology. It was not constructed from the conscious mind, but comes from the very soul of a culturally related people. In this way it differs from every other political manifestation.
Nationalism is Naturalistic Politics.
And here we come to the single most powerful truth: As Nationalism is the Polar Opposite of all we have previously discussed, and as Nationalism is now understood by you to be naturalistic, we can conclude that ideologies such as Socialism, Communism, Marxism, Modern Liberalism etcetera are all entirely unnatural. This is the only logical conclusion, and is therefore correct.
Furthermore, we can see that those drawn to such unnatural ideologies are themselves a perversion of Nature. Examples are too numerous to recount.
The Globalistic politicians fear Nature, and Nationalists embrace it.
Dear reader, you have been taught to fear Nature yourself. Your emotions are natural, yet how often do you suppress them? Do you feel guilty when your inner feelings present themselves? Do you shield your thoughts from others? Do you think one thing yet say another? Do you become angry when your invisible shield is penetrated by another's honest comments or the innocent question of a child? Do you walk with eyes lowered to the ground?
Neo-liberalism and all its affiliated ideological off-shoots are categories of mental illness, even if they are not in any official textbooks. Are you mentally ill? Do you loath yourself? Do you loath achievement? Do you seek to destroy your kinsfolk? Do you dislike the golden bough, the canine companion, the wind and rain, the wild hunt? Do you fear the thunder?
Are you screaming "No, I do not!"…?
Then, my friend, you are a Nationalist.
Strider
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Strider Issue 13 - 28th March 2008
This article is intended to awaken my dear readers to the differences between Naturalistic Evolution and neo-liberal Progression, and explain why the latter has left the children of Albion teetering on the very precipice of existence. In reading the following, you begin a path of self discovery which shall lead you to become a shining beacon which will draw our people back from the self-destructive dangers of low self-worth and back into the realm of light and achievement.
There is nothing to fear and all to play for.
When dealing with concepts, theories or any other piece of intellectualism, the simplest way to differentiate between the truth and complete nonsense is to ask oneself if said theory has its roots in Natural Law, or whether it is merely a concoction of ideas drawn from the conscious mind. Remember, whilst the conscious mind can of course define the truth, this state of thinking is easily confused by external stimuli and propaganda, and therefore should not be entirely trusted. Deal with conscious thoughts as one would with inconclusive evidence in court, ie: with scepticism.
The neo-liberal develops theories based on what he or she would like to happen, with no regard for consequence or the Order of the Cosmos. Indeed, not only do these theories hold no regard for Natural Law, they often directly affect our land and people in a wholly negative manner.
Evolution is a natural state of affairs. We do not necessarily have to argue this from a Darwinian perspective; a personal perspective is much more viable, and can be viewed with clarity in the short term. From the day a child is born, he must evolve. He must become strong if he is to fend for himself, and this obvious common sense rationale can be extended from mere physical terms into psychological terms.
The absolute antithesis of personal psychological evolution is seen in the acute agoraphobic. The sufferer de-evolves, withdrawing from perceived danger until, in severe cases, the victim is trapped in a single room, too afraid to venture beyond imagined boundaries.
Yet if we convert the above scenario into its Polar Opposite, we see an example of supreme personal evolution, where the wielder of self-power arises to achieve his or her greatest ambitions.
However, as evolution is a natural process, it has to progress at the rate ordained by Nature. For some, progression is quick; for others it is a more measured affair. The unbreakable law being, Nature can never be rushed without adverse consequence.
Now let us proceed to what I have termed 'Progression'. For the purpose of this article, we shall understand progression to be a neo-liberal concept. In mainstream politics, we hear the movers and shakers talk constantly of progression, yet never do we learn just what they with to progress towards.
The reason for this is easily fathomed when one opens up to a naturalistic way of thinking:
Progression, in the neo-liberal sense, deals not with moving forwards towards a positive goal, but solely with escaping from the past.
In direct opposition to the Laws of Nature, the neo-liberals race away from past traditions in search of something better, always believing that the mere passage of time will fix all ills.
Unfortunately, during this constant search for undefined 'change' and 'progression', the children of Albion become ever more distanced from who they really are. The young are thus distanced from their parents and grandparents, and all ties with community-binding folklore and mythology are severed. Natural knowledge dissipates, and an entire people are cast adrift in a sea of soullessness.
Those wishing to fully understand not only why we are in such a perilous situation, but also what we must do to solve our nation's ills, must grasp this concept completely, for:
This article answers the very Question of our Age.
This question can be defined as:
"Do we seek a path of Naturalistic Evolution, leading to a Higher Self and subsequent Community Achievement, or do we seek to escape from our wondrous past into the realm of darkness, guided merely by the mantra of Progression for the sake of Progression?"
The constant inversion of all that is good and wholesome is a sickening crime perpetuated by those who seek to destroy and those who place greed above community wellbeing.
To progress against the Laws of Nature, ever faster, yet with neither forward planning nor a link to home, is exactly what the neo-liberal preaches and is exactly what will destroy us unless we raise our intellectual awareness.
The solution is, of course:
"To embrace naturalistic evolution, and let our traditions and inner-consciousness propel us into uncharted waters."
Strider
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Strider Issue 14 - 4th April 2008
"Joe's eyes flick open, although he can't quite decide what it was that disturbed him. He rolls over and glances across at Sarah - she is still sound asleep. Then he realises; he has been woken by silence. Silence and darkness. The almost inaudible hum from the electric alarm clock is gone, as has the monotonous yet soothing sound from the central heating system. No street light penetrates the gap in the curtains. Joe slips out of bed, suddenly gripped by fear, and looks out of the window to see faceless figures already prowling under a blanket of blackness.
They warned about this. Now it has happened."
For decades we have been continuously wrapped in layer after layer of protection, both physically and psychologically. Daily life has gotten much more comfortable in the years following the Great Wars, and Western Man has become quite used to being warm and well fed. Add to this the increased influence of intrusive modern media entertainment, and an outsider looking in might see us as warm, well fed and in addition mentally soft.
Imagine a greenhouse which contained at its centre, placed upon a pedestal, a wonderful rare flower. The greenhouse is heated, the cool English weather is kept at bay, and every day without fail a loving gardener brings water and fertiliser to his pride and joy.
Then one day the gardener passes away. The electricity is turned off and the plant, so used to being cared for, becomes cold, thirsty and hungry. Subsequently, the plant dies.
Although our Northern Myths tell us we were created from trees, the Man of the West has evolved into a life form much more complex than mere leaf and sap. He does, of course, require the basics of food, water and shelter in order to survive, but if he is to thrive and achieve his potential he needs further stimulation.
Consider these six important questions:
1. Who am I?
2. Where do I belong?
3. What do I believe?
4. Where does my loyalty lie?
5. What are my aspirations?
6. What is the meaning of my existence?
Now assume one thousand children of Albion were asked to write down their answers to these questions, independently of each other, and then the answers comprised the basis for an honest, open study. Would the answers correlate? Indeed, would all participants even attempt or be able to provide answers?
A logical and interesting step forward would be to put other cultures to the same test, and compare answers both within the boundaries of separate cultural groups, then again in comparison with the answers our own people provided.
Consider now the 'Joe' scenario, detailed at the beginning of this article. We should by now all have a thorough comprehension of the Peak Oil issue, and the fact that one day soon our ability to meet the copious energy needs of an increasing population will reach a tipping point where demand exceeds supply. Suddenly - possibly almost overnight - our physical existence will become much harsher. Like the plant in my earlier analogy, our comfortable lifestyle which we have so gotten used to will disappear. Perhaps for months. Perhaps for much longer.
Like all peoples across the world, the children of Albion are inherently tribal. We retain a core need for social interaction; in ages past this approach to working together kept us alive and mentally stimulated. Nowadays, creature comforts ensure we are warm and well fed, and so-called media entertainment has taken the place of community interaction.
But the social upheaval which will come with the imminent energy crisis and related economic depression will push the need for community interaction back to the fore.
Our most pressing concern, therefore, is a need for increased socio-cultural awareness. The six questions listed above must be able to be answered by every last one of us, or else we shall perish.
A further pertinent question could be: "In what kind of social environment do I want to live, when circumstances become desperate?"
Yet there is light in this dark hour, and unlike the mass media, Strider never seeks to beguile with page after nauseating page of fear-inducing impotent drivel.
The Light is this: Great men are born from troubled times.
When the hour is darkest, the most able will take up the challenge, and thrust their bright firebrand into the shadows. When hard times require solidarity, the meaning of solidarity will be realised. When in dire need of answers to long forgotten questions, those answers will be revealed.
The answers are to be found now in the hearts of the children of Albion.
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Strider Issue 12 - 21st March 2008
"Adrenaline courses through the warrior's veins as he surveys the battlefield. Blood runs from the blade of his sword as the final sounds of iron on bone are carried to him on the breeze and Odin's ravens race to beat the Valkyries to the dead. A single lonely banner stands erect, yet its colours are devoid of any trace of mud, and the warrior raises his fist to the sky for he knows his kinsmen are safe and his family remain free of the yoke. He honours the fallen but feels no sorrow, for they did not perish in vain. They willingly made a sacrifice for freedom and in doing so a message was sent out across the known world - the children of Albion will not yield on bended knee."
The above prose is fictional, yet could certainly relate to any number of historical encounters. This tale does, however, deal directly with the primal instincts of man, and if we compare the concepts of barbarianism and the theory of modern civilised society, we can uncover the true reason for the decline of the West.
Despite the recounted utterances of false prophets, man is not above Nature, and being an intrinsic part of everything, he cannot simply make up rules without disrupting the Order of the Cosmos.
There are two levels of psyche: the conscious mind and the un-conscious mind. These are more commonly referred to as head and heart. The head, or conscious mind, is easily distracted and fooled by what is experienced via the five senses of vision, touch, hearing, taste and smell. The heart, or un-conscious mind, comprises the hard-wired information which is with us from the day we exit the womb. Its purpose is to keep us alive in the way ordained by Mother Nature.
The overriding reason for the decline of the West is the forced ignorance of the un-conscious mind.
There is a reason I use the term 'forced ignorance'. Those who seek to turn the children of Albion into mindless consumers who readily accept the yoke of destructive ideology know full well that our primal instincts are too strong to meet head on in bloody battle; therefore their tactic is to distance us from our instincts. They use the polar opposites of civilisation vs. barbarianism, communism vs. elitism, nationalism vs. neo-liberalism and so forth, always promoting one as good and another as bad. And the more we accept their deceit as truth, the more we lose touch with who we really are.
During the Dark Ages, the natural thinkers were forced from town to heath, or burned at the stake. Nowadays these natural thinkers are removed from the media and political arena into the wilderness of social obscurity.
Nevertheless, the power of Nature cannot be so easily denied. While we live and breathe, our inner folk flame burns to some degree. Yet the challenge we now face to halt the end of Western physical and psychological collapse is one which will stretch our capabilities to their limits. This challenge is twofold.
Firstly we must fight a battle which is alien to us - the venue is not a field of mud but and arena of smoke and mirrors. In order to avoid a cataclysmic series of violent events unfolding across our beloved land, we must adapt our game to that of our enemies, and play this game better and with ruthless cunning. When the fire of the Dragon rises within and an explosion of physical retaliation threatens to burst forth, it must be instantly transformed into a focused laser of high-brow supremacy. The barbarian must become overtly intellectual if he is to move with grace in the civilised realm, yet still retain his understanding of might. A difficult task indeed.
Secondly, and related to my previous assertion, in order for us not to entirely succumb to the Eagle mindset - a mindset with the power to send extreme intellectuals mad and transform deniers of physical passion into sickening perverted wretches - we must enter into a close relationship with our natural environment. The cosmopolitan city lifestyle has to be exposed for the spiritual prison it really is, and walls of concrete and stone should be regularly interchanged with things that grow.
Attaining the correct balance is the key, and time spent immersed in an un-natural environment must be noted and counteracted with activities which heal the spirit.
What is this brand of modern civilised society if all we have to show is flaccid incompetence and degeneration? Who are these liberal intellectuals if their only teachings are to lower our ambition? What is religion if it merely seeks to stifle with rules and induce fear?
We are born knowing the solutions to all our ills.
Strider
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Strider Issue 11 - 14th March 2008
At its peak in the early 1900's, the British Empire included over 20% of the world's land area and ruled over 400 million people. It was the largest empire in the history of mankind.
Of course, there are those who would say the British were wrong to rule over other Nations. There are those who would, upon mention of the 'British Empire', recite at length the various peoples who were once governed by the British, and pepper their statements with words such as oppression, tyranny and arrogance.
This is very ironic, and the explanation for this requires some concentration if it is to be fully understood.
At present, the enlightened citizen considers the EU to be a significant threat to the cultural individuality of Nations. The aim of those who promote the EU is to consolidate as many people and as much land mass under a single banner; the intention being increased profit and a broad consumer base. The EU is business at its clinical best, and those with their eye on positions within the EU Corporation are merciless in their approach to the final goal of world conquest. And this is indeed the logical conclusion, for the aim of every business empire is to crush all rivals and dominate the market. For supermarkets, the High Street must be decimated; for the EU, individual Nations must be razed to the ground.
The most frightening truth, however, is that the best consumers are those who have lost their aspiration for a higher level of existence, and therefore fill their spiritual void with the false happiness of consumerism.
Unfortunately for the EU Business Empire, and also for all of us 'lab rats' caught up in the politician's games, the qualities which form the perfect consumerist society also equals the perfect environment for civilizational collapse.
In broad black and white terms, the British Empire and the EU Business Empire are the same - acquisition of land and authority over people. So why do the advocates of the latter so denounce the former?
The reason for this is that my aforementioned description of these two Empire's does not do justice to the people of Britain. The individual talent, dedication, passion, flair, and tactical military skill possessed by the builders of the British Empire are so diametrically opposed to the qualities which create the perfect consumer, those who harbour the disease of EU ambition must themselves be virulently opposed to these virtuosic qualities if they are to succeed in their plans.
The EU untouchables have created a ticking time bomb which will turn the lands of Europe into a Mugabe State, with all that entails. In denouncing raw talent and using ideologies such as Communism to control and dumb down the masses, they are playing a real life game of 'Federal Frankenstein'; creating a monster which can never produce the things all people need to survive - from crops to machinery, from power to essential goods - all will disappear within decades of the EU achieving its false goal.
Strider deals with solutions, however, and the solution to every problem we are faced with today is simply stated:
"We harness and promote the individual talent of the English, Welsh, Scottish and Irish people, and under the banner of Nationalism we smash the concept of a Federal Europe and prove by example that the British kindred have the will to survive and prosper."
The greatest irony of all is that the enemies of Nations understand perfectly who the children of Albion really are, whereas my kinsfolk do not.
Survival for us depends purely on the thorough realisation of our innate potential, on our ability to touch the heavens, on the power we have within which even now sends our foe into a cold sweat.
Men and Women of Albion - Raise Your Ambitions!
Strider
There follows a passage from Friedrich Nietzsche's 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra'.
You Higher Men, learn this from me: In the market place no one believes in Higher Men. And if you want to speak there, very well, do so! But the mob blink and say, 'We are all equal'.
'You Higher Men' - thus the mob blink - 'there are no Higher Men, we are all equal, man is but man, before God we are all equal!'
Before God! But now this God has died! And let us not be equal before the mob. You Higher Men, depart from the market place!
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Strider Issue 10 - 7th March 2008
Although it is something most people attempt to put out of their minds in a futile attempt to keep an iron grip on the materiality of modern life, death eventually comes to us all.
Beliefs concerning what happens thereafter vary. But one thing is certain: when life slips away, would you wish for your last thoughts to revolve around the fact that you did not achieve your potential? That you did not become all you could be? That you forever concealed a burning desire to achieve which was forever kept buried within?
Certain religions talk of the concept of sin, and list a variety of codes by which one has to live in order to attain a wondrous afterlife. Yet rarely, if ever, do these codes talk of achieving one's potential.
Nature has but a single code - that of evolution. Unfortunately many individuals dismiss the idea of evolution, or more commonly merely narrow it down in terms of its historical significance, or lack thereof.
Nature's concept of evolution lives and breathes inside every one of us, and is a spiritual concept as well as a physical one. For in Nature's rulebook, if a living entity is not evolving, then that entity is dying.
We can see this Primal Truth at work in our society, both currently and throughout the ages. In centuries past, this island of Albion has produced individuals whose ambition it was to reach for the stars. To use popular examples, consider Horatio Nelson and Arthur Wellesley. Both of these men released the fire burning in their hearts, and went to their graves having made their mark as military men who adhered to Nature's law of personal evolution, and progressed from helpless infants to masters of their own destiny. And Wyrd's Web sent their positive energy vibrating into the souls of their kinsmen.
Yet how this single most important rule of life has been disguised and distorted by those who seek to conquer by deceit!
And those individuals who have proven time and again to have a pathological desire to achieve against all odds have been first and foremost in the firing line of the purveyors of psychological warfare.
When one walks through the city in these supposedly glorious days post millennium, what does one see? Heads down-turned, eyes cast upon paving slabs as broken as the will of the masses, hunched shoulders and an all-permeating 'Why Me?' attitude which reeks of sickness and decay.
Just as the half-hearted tradesman covers a rusty pipe with a fresh coat of paint, we as a Nation are similarly beguiled by the gloss of consumerism and all things shiny.
Yet deep down inside, the fire still burns and the spirit yearns to be set free. Nature's ways are not altered by a few cheap tricks, and the simplest truth you will ever hear is that We are Nature. There is no divide between us and her. We are one, and all must play by her rules.
And upon understanding that simple truth, we are given the answer to all of our problems. Just as a plant reaches for the sun, so must we. The difference between us and that plant is that the plant is not shackled by conflicting thoughts and emotions - it knows which rules are the truth.
The successful individual, the leader of men, and a Nation as a whole merely has to listen to the desires of the heart, and never be held back by the confusion which permeates the conscious mind. The heart, or un-conscious mind, holds all the information we need to escape our prison cell and achieve a higher level of understanding.
Lift your eyes from the ground and cast them upwards.
Strider
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Strider Issue 9 - 29th February 2008
There is a reason the issue of femininity is currently being addressed in this column. A short time ago, Strider overheard a comment from a highly intelligent associate. He said: "Our women will be the death of us."
The gentleman was, of course, referring to our culture, heritage and the propensity of our Nation not just to survive but to thrive. And while the brute force of masculinity can fight tooth and nail against the destructive trends which threaten to overwhelm us all, our very survival depends upon the ability of our women to re-kindle their dormant spirit and re-discover their wholesome, natural instincts.
But while the aforementioned quote may be deemed pessimistic, Strider instead promotes a Nietzschean attitude. The goal of Western Man is to forever look to the stars. Never shall he let his head drop, and never shall his knees buckle. Advancement and evolution towards a higher ideal is only possible when negative thinking is mercilessly cut down in its infancy.
Dear reader, you must leave Strider enthused. Life must be lived atop the mountain, keeping company with eagles, not wallowing in a wretched existence uttering, "Why, oh why?"
Of course, fruitful careers can be manufactured from melancholy, but the Man of the West who takes this path will never spiritually succeed. To not succeed spiritually is to fail entirely, and failure is not an option.
Therefore Strider says our women will free themselves of their bonds, and find their true way once more. And the very second this happens, the clouds shall roll away to reveal a bright New Dawn for the Odal Lands.
There follows a short article written especially for the Strider column, from a female much revered in the struggle for a safe and secure future. Written by Amber Tears, it is entitled, 'The Way of the Woman.'
'The Way of the Woman.'
"Femininity - isn't that a much nicer word than feminism? The modern feminist looks like she's trying to be a man, even though she openly hates men. A real woman looks and behaves like a woman. And what is a 'real' woman, you ask? I can tell you what she isn't. She's not a man-hater, she's not stupid, she's not weak and she doesn't fall into the media stereotypes of bimbo, WAG, airhead, gold-digger, ladette or 'girl power' loud mouth.
The real woman loves being a woman. She is aware of, and enjoys, her feminine appeal and talents. She likes having a door held open for her by a gentleman, and she is strong enough to hold the wolves from the door at home. The real woman can darn socks, make dinner, educate the children and sort out the household budget at the same time. She expects her man to be the bread-winner and to pay for her, but she is not excessively concerned with material goods. A real woman is too busy to be interested in shopping.
Modern woman has been sold the idea that she can buy happiness, if only she puts her 'career' first, and that she doesn't need a man or a child for fulfilment. This is a lie. She needs to reconnect with the Earth, with Hearth and Home, to find happiness and to truly find her-Self. She has been forced into the world of Man by an unholy alliance between Big Business and Socialist ideology. But this is not her true place in the world.
There is an old quote: "A woman should be a lady in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom." This quote will probably have feminists and emasculated men foaming at the mouth, but get past the initial shock and there is much wisdom in it.
Being feminine goes hand in hand with wanting to be at home to run the household, putting family before career, not falling into the trap of 'having it all', and supporting and nurturing husband and children. To me, it is better and more rewarding to have the traditional family unit where there is no role confusion. Being the guardian of Home, Kith and Kin has been the woman's role since the dawn of Mankind. This is the way of Nature and we ignore Mother Nature at our peril."
Strider
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Strider Issue 8 - 22nd February 2008
With childbirth and the rearing of children being the single most important factor in the survival of a species, it follows that the role of the life-giver in any society is one of utmost responsibility. Nature, being the intelligent Mother of all life on Earth, has engineered into women a primal survival instinct.
The courage and tenacity which a Mother displays in the protection of her young can be seen regularly in the animal kingdom, where emotions are more openly displayed. Those who venture into foreign wilderness where certain potentially dangerous creatures exist are advised by Rangers to take note of the various breeding seasons, and maintain caution at all times when there is the possibility of stumbling upon the young offspring of bear, deer, wild boar and so forth.
Protection of children is an innate characteristic of all creatures, and this fire burns with more ferocity within the female soul.
Whilst this concept should be a simple one to grasp, a more expansive overview of the role of Mother can only be fully realised when one shuns modern politically correct dogma and embraces the role of women in both a historical and mythological context.
As with many things in today's world, we are expected to view life through a very narrow aperture. In fact as far as motherhood goes, the liberal-Marxist would like us to believe that if a woman can work in a factory, a man can adopt the role of raising a child. Of course, in a physical sense this is entirely plausible, but unfortunately for Western society, the liberal-Marxist has absolutely no comprehension of spirituality and the unseen bond between Mother and child.
The situation becomes considerably more amusing when the intelligent Heathen attempts to explain that the role of Woman as a protector extends beyond the boundary of immediate family to the wider duty of Defender of the Folk.
The goddess Freya represents beauty, fertility and female sexuality. However, in addition to this she was also the leader of the Valkyries, and her delicate good looks masked her noble warrior instincts. She was revered both by masculine warrior and fair maiden alike.
The above mythological attributes can be seen in a historical perspective with the story of Boadicea, Queen of the Iceni. The tale begins when her husband Prasutagus left his kingdom jointly between his daughters and the Roman emperor of the time. Unfortunately, Romans did not recognise daughters as heirs. The kingdom was annexed as if conquered, Boadicea was flogged and her daughters raped.
Queen Boadicea, with attributes akin to those of Freya, did not submit to the might of Rome. She was both a Mother in the family sense and also in the folkish sense, and her primal passion was thus unleashed upon the foreign invaders. It was her true femininity which united her kinsmen, and although the Celts and the Norse had different names for their deities, the overriding mythological principles of Freya remain constant.
The equality between the sexes which liberal-Marxists search for is an infernal lie. Nevertheless, they are prepared to destroy all that is good and wholesome to make this lie fit their damaging agenda. True feminism embraces both strength and beauty, whilst incorporating a spiritual understanding and promoting the Primal Truth that balance only comes from a synthesis of polar opposites.
Women who understand their true worth have no need for modern liberal-Marxist inspired feminism. Their true spirit shines for all to see, and this is why they are both feared and revered. Our women hold the key to a revitalised Folk.
Strider
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Strider Issue 7 - 15th February 2008
In Voluspa, (the lay from the Poetic Edda which has been the subject of the previous two Strider columns), we saw how Odin sought information from a Seeress. Although often quite correctly portrayed as a God of battle, Odin's other more important role was intellectual rather than physical. He was a seeker of knowledge. The Havamal, or 'Words of the High One', describes a Shamanic ritual in which Odin journeys at great personal risk to uncover the secrets of the Cosmos.
Havamal Verse 137 in Elsa-Brita Titchenell's 'The Masks of Odin' reads:
I know that I hung in the wind torn tree
Nine whole nights, spear-pierced
Consecrated to Odin, myself to myself above me in the tree
Whose root no one knows whence it sprang
But although Odin replaced Tyr as the predominant deity of our English forbears, we must not forget that in Voluspa Odin consulted a Seeress for information. This gives us a great insight into the way women were revered in ancient times.
It is not by chance that today we still regularly use the term Mother Nature. Even though much of our ancient way of thinking has been muddied both by the passage of time and by various engineered trends, our innate folk consciousness is not easily erased. The spirit of Nature is present in the female form both physically and psychologically. Physically in the monthly cycle of fertility, and psychologically in their approach to birth and new life.
At present, our women are under great pressure. Feminine aspects of spirituality and fertility are ignored whilst almost every social trend directed their way is unnatural; from fake tan and peroxide to a work ethic which mercilessly ejects burnt out barren shells in a manner frightening in its clinical efficiency. The feminist movement has been taken over by extremists, and all that is noble and strong in our women has been twisted and inverted. Phrases such as "Dumb Blonde" are commonly used, and many modern women go as far as to consider childcare or any form of activities in home or hearth as an insult to their equality rights.
In any society, the polar opposites of male and female energy are complimentary. The further these energies go out of balance, the more society will crumble. From religion and politics all the way through to community life, this rule of balance will always be the dominating factor in maintaining a healthy folk group. When women are overtly oppressed or forced to become what they are not by trickery and false promises of happiness, the end result is the same.
The most potentially catastrophic trend in modern Western society is a greying of the population due to birth rates below replacement level. This is almost solely due to the psychological attacks and destructive fashions aimed at women. Attacks on family cohesion also ensure that many children grow up in a single parent environment. As in all things, for Nature to work her magic, balance is crucial. Balance is not the same as equality; balance is polar opposites working in harmony. Without equally balanced polar opposites, Loki - the God of mischief and deceit - prevails.
In order to defeat Loki and bring forth a New Age of spiritual prosperity, women must delve deep into their souls and resurrect their dormant feminine spirit. In the home, their passions must be awoken, but no less in the world of work. The secret is to let that energy flow in the direction ordained by Mother Nature.
Strider
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Strider Issue 6 - 8th February 2008
Historians have said one of the most significant primitive inventions from Western Man was the wheel. But the wheel as a philosophical rather than a materialistic concept comes not from man but from Mother Nature.
Over centuries we have gradually distanced ourselves from Nature, and we now find ourselves in what we currently term the Modern Age. An age where everything is geared up to be faster and more efficient than ever before, yet strangely the amount of time we spend actually doing things which are spiritually fulfilling appears to continually lessen the more modernised we become.
In today's society we see everything as linear rather than rotational; whether we are talking food, manufacturing or even life and death. To many people nowadays, all things are considered to have a beginning and an end, when in fact they are all a part of Nature's ever turning Wheel.
It is this concept above all else which, when fully understood, has the potential to break our current socio-destructive trend and breathe health and vitality back into our folk.
Last week I quoted the first two verses of Voluspa; the Mythical encounter between Odin and a Seeress. This most important lay from the Poetic Edda explains the creation of Mother Earth, the creation of time, introduces the Gods and tells of their subsequent Golden Age. Man was created (from trees; Ash or Yggdrasil). The Gods then went to war, but peace was soon restored between the families of Aesir and Vanir.
At this point as the story is told, we reach the present. Odin asks the Seeress what the future holds. It is not pleasant - the death of Balder, the subsequent Doom of the Gods and inevitable social collapse leads to what the ancient Norse called Ragnarok; a cataclysmic event where Yggdrasil trembles, Odin is devoured by the wolf Fenrir and Thor and the World Serpent both perish in combat.
Verse 46 begins:
Brothers shall battle and slay one another
Blood ties of sisters' sons shall be sundered…
Whilst verse 49 reads:
With a roaring in the ancient tree
The Giant is loosened
The Ash, Yggdrasil
Quakes where it stands
Upon reading this, one could be forgiven for thinking that this was the end. But no - after the Ragnarok comes a New Dawn, and on goes the revolution.
Verse 64:
Harvests shall grow in unsown fields
All ills be redressed, and Balder shall come…
So we see that always in Nature there is a continuous cycle, only he who is artificially distanced from the world around him would believe otherwise. Unfortunately, however, there are many of us who do not feel it is important to grasp the core fundamental principles of our existence. Modern living leaves very little time to contemplate such matters, and the more we ignore who we really are, the closer we come to our own Ragnarok.
What happens after the Ragnarok depends largely on our ability to rekindle our inner sense of self worth. Revitalising the mind with the aid of our Myths and Folklore will pave the way to a bright and happy future.
Strider
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Strider Issue 5 - 1st February 2008
Forward thinking scientists, in an attempt to ensure that their knowledge and findings are forever preserved in case of some future cataclysmic event, have long since taken to defining certain set pieces of vital information in a way that can always be recalled.
One such example is the metre; a unit of measurement characterised since 1983 by the following definition: A metre equals the distance travelled by light in a vacuum in 1/299,792,458 of a second.
Given that it is man's natural instinct to preserve knowledge that he has acquired through years of diligent work, a logical presumption would be that knowledge gained by our ancestors would also have been preserved in some way.
The myths of our Northern European forbears contain far more information than generally perceived. Voluspa, or The Seeress's Prophecy, is one particular lay from the Poetic Edda which, when properly understood, unlocks the door to a higher level of Cosmological comprehension.
It is recited by a seeress who can remember before the beginning of the world and who can predict as far ahead as Ragnarok; the Great War which sees the Death of the Gods. It is Odin, the Allfather, who questions the seeress during his continuous search for knowledge.
The first two verses read:
Hear me, all ye Holy kindred,
Greater and lesser sons of Heimdal,
You wish me to tell the ancient tales,
O Father of seers, the oldest I know.
I remember Giants born in the foretime,
They who long ago nurtured me,
Nine worlds I remember, Nine Trees of Life,
Before this World Tree grew from the ground.
Straight away we have an amazing insight: The Giants the seeress refers to are the planets in our solar system - 'Nine Worlds, Nine Trees of Life'. Considering Uranus, Neptune and Pluto were only apparently discovered in 1781, 1846 and 1930 respectively, the free thinking scholar is immediately hit with information which challenges the aforementioned commonly held belief that as the centuries roll by we automatically become more enlightened. Indeed, going by the first two verses in Voluspa, at some point in history we must have taken a sharp intellectual U-turn. For a time at least. Interestingly, verse two also hints that there was life on these other planets before our own 'World Tree grew from the ground'. We leave this to modern science to prove or disprove.
The seeress continues her tale, describing the birth of Mother Earth, Human Creation, War, Death and Re-birth. An entire cycle, or revolution, which shall be dealt with further in a future article.
In the mean time, a choice must be made. We stand now at a crossroads where one path may lead to a new Dark Age, and another to an Age of Enlightenment. In modern times, many consider themselves to be ruled by Fate or an omnipotent God, yet those who came before us believed that, although ruled by certain Natural Laws, choices were ours alone to make. This understanding is the key to relinquishing psychological burdens. Decisions rattle Wyrd's Web, and both thoughts and actions precede consequence, but the individual or community who accept this are free to choose the best way forward.
Strider
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Strider Issue 4 - 25th January 2008
There is a great tendency in every age for man to consider himself intellectually superior to those who came before him. This philosophy holds true more now than ever before.
Yet contrary to contemporary belief, the best way to pass on essential information is not via books, television or radio, but through songs, stories and poems, as was the ancient way.
Unfortunately, in modern Western society, the word 'myth' is commonly used to describe an un-truth; in fact part of one dictionary definition reads, invented story, and an alternative word in the Oxford Thesaurus of English reads, lie.
Given that our ancient songs, stories and poems often come under the category of 'myth', is it any wonder that the modern Man of the West considers these to be nothing more than snippets of light hearted, fantastical entertainment? Further more, such tales and rhymes are gradually fading from our collective consciousness, and our children especially are finding alternative means of amusement.
But what if people awakened to the truth of our mythology? The truth being that our ancestors had an understanding of Life, Nature and the workings of the Universe which in many ways overshadowed our own. To even the most enthusiastic reader of the Strider column, this may be a little hard to appreciate, but to disbelieve in something doesn't necessarily make it a lie.
Those wise men and women in ages past understood that knowledge of the ways of Nature is the key to preservation, and that in order to preserve our understanding of the Cosmos, it had to be passed on verbally. They were of course proven right when the library at Alexandria was burned to the ground, with the loss of the world's greatest single archive of knowledge. The finger of blame has been pointed at many, from Julius Caesar to the Moslem Caliph Omar, but the reason for its destruction is clear: an ignorant population is easily ruled. In the very same manner we see myths being classified as lies when in fact they are Primal Truth.
In her magnificent book, 'The Masks of Odin', Elsa-Brita Titchenell writes;
"Secreted in mythology are spiritual truth, logical philosophy, and also scientific facts. Indeed, the latest discoveries in science often prove to be indispensable to an understanding of the science in the myths."
Has that sunk in? What she is saying is that in order to fully appreciate myths which have been passed down by word of mouth since man became self aware, we must understand what we so naively think to be our very latest scientific discoveries.
Political and social dogma, rather than ancestral awareness, may yet be our ultimate undoing. But there is still time to reacquaint ourselves with the teachings of our forbears, and thus begin to create a new age in which a marriage of primal spirituality and scientific enquiry unlocks the door to our future survival.
Be as the crystal clear mountain stream; forever moving forward, yet conscious of your lofty beginnings.
Strider
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Strider Issue 3 - 18th January 2008
Science and Mythology are poised to meet. There are those who would do anything to stop this from happening, for the moment these two worlds collide, the key to our prison cell materialises.
Head tilted back, eyes cast upon the stars, the Cosmotheist of ancient times had little to distract him from his studies. There was silence in the sacred grove and no ambient light polluted the night sky. There was no William Blake to see a world in a grain of sand, yet the ancient stargazer understood this Primal Truth nevertheless. He understood because his world outlook was not narrowed in such a way as to distance him from all that was natural and true. He did not need to be shown that atoms are the solar system in microcosm in order to comprehend that we are the universe aware of itself. He needed nothing other than his own senses and the opportunity to feel the invigorating breath of Nature on his skin.
Many thousands of years on, and we are faced with a great irony; indeed a potential tragedy. Ancient wisdom is in danger of being lost forever, and government funded scientists refuse to embrace what, on a primal level, we all know to be true. On top of this, the myriad of separate scientific study groups generally do not communicate with each other regarding their research. So we have a twofold problem; firstly we have created a time barrier, and secondly we have created an ego barrier. And our intellectual evolution, physical progression and potential for future achievement is stifled because these barriers are encouraged by mainstream politics and religion.
The rulers of today are doing everything they can to stop us piecing together our collective knowledge, for they know that once this is achieved, we cast away all fear, embracing our yearning for tradition and desire to further our understanding. If these urges are not allowed into the open, our spirit withers and eventually our folk shall perish. We feel pity when we see an animal caged, fur peeling from its skin and eyes dulled as the true nature of the beast is oppressed, yet we are in denial, for this is happening to us.
The solitary individual, force fed a diet of lies and misinformation, with no one to share his inherent passion and enthusiasm for life, is nothing more than fuel for the State machine. We are in an age where a solitary existence is fashionable; where sterile communication via the internet is promoted as good, and talking on street corners is not. Where public houses are closed while shop-brought alcohol becomes cheaper. Where watching television is encouraged yet celebrating customs and rituals as a folk-group is frowned upon.
There is no higher incentive for learning than the self esteem that flows naturally from the awareness of a wondrous past. We are the winter wind, the summer sun, the turning of the wheel - reaching ever higher, yet forever sinking stronger roots.
The Swiss physician, philosopher and astrologer Paracelsus said:
"The first man who learned anything useful was taught by Nature;
let Nature teach us as she taught him."
When our people unite under the collective banner of Science and Mythology, with Nature as their guide, we shall be forever free.
Strider
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Strider Issue 2 - 11th January 2008
Outside a frost begins to settle, glistening brightly in the moonlight, but inside the tavern there is warmth. In front of a roaring fire sits the wanderer, glass of ale in his hand, telling stories of noble heroes and fair maidens, of mighty Gods and fearsome dragons, of bloody battles and friendships forged through adversity. The locals gather round, both seated and standing in a room hazy with wood smoke, as the stranger weaves his spell. Ethereal tendrils of magic permeate the room, from the low ceiling to the sawdust strewn floor. There are no light switches here, yet the atmosphere is electric. The energy comes from the storyteller, and it is amplified a thousand fold by the focussed, spellbound kinsfolk. Later, when the ale has run dry and the villagers walk home in groups along the forest path, watched and protected by the trees, they know in their hearts what life is all about.
The above paragraph depicts what we have very nearly lost forever. More simply put, in order for man to survive, he needs three things above all else:
1. An understanding of Nature.
2. A family and community bond.
3. A sense of myth and tradition.
In order for the individual to maintain a healthy mind and soul, he must be able to differentiate between the twin polarities of life and anti-life. We're not talking death here, for death is a naturally occurring event. Anti-life is a loss of will, a loss of spirituality and the domain of an individual who has lost their way. It is almost exclusively a human sickness.
For anti-life to be banished, one must become well practised in mentally projecting trends towards their l