You might say
I started out pretty well with my life; I came into this world happy,
light-hearted and positive. I was adventurous, daring and inquisitive;
imaginative, able and quick-witted. Life was an adventure that lasted from Sunrise to Sunset, from
birth to… well, to kindergarten.
and later school was only like an intermission to this adventure though,
something that ended life only for a brief time and then allowed it to return
afterwards. Every day when school ended we didn’t just go home: screaming with
joy and relief for being free again we ran home!
The goal of kindergarten and
school was to end this life, though, to place the damp fingers of the Middle
Eastern system around the neck of the European child and squeeze until there
was no life left. The children were to be destroyed completely, their life was
to be sucked out and cast aside.
They were to be in some sense murdered, and
then to be re-animated by the educational system, in one of their slave-molds.
The children were to be turned into living dead; obeying their desert-born
master’s command at any time. Like mindless zombies we were to leave childhood
limping along a path made for us by the wicked necromancers controlling it all:
“Woooooork. Woooork. Woooooooooork!”
Aye! Work is
what we do today, work is what defines us. If somebody asks you about you, who
or what you are, you reply by telling them not what you love to do or anything
like that, but instead what your work is: “I am a musician” I used to say,
although I actually don’t do any work as a musician at all. I only play music
when I want to, because I like to.
When I want to appear a bit more useful I
reply “I am a writer", because I have written a few books, after all, and have
had them published. I’ve even made some money on Sorcery and Religion in
What I instead should have replied is: “I am completely
lost in this world and I am trying to find my way home. If I could I would
rather live in some other age, because this world does not suit me one bit.
Antiquity, perhaps. I’d love that”.
Life is not
work. Life should not be and need not be work. Life is not a race to get
everything done before dinner. Life is not about personal income or status
objects like expensive cars or a villa in the most expensive neighborhood. Life
is not about making up new stuff to help others do less and making money from
Money is in reality worth nothing. It’s just paper. They just make us
believe it is worth something, so that we become willing to work all day long
in order to get it. Then they print more such paper, so that we shall work even
more, harder and longer. In fact what we call work should be described by a
more accurate term. We don’t work, we slave.
pre-historic European man didn’t ever slave like we do today. He only did what
he wanted to. You might think I am wrong when I say so, but it is true: he
built his own home if he wanted to, he fished his own fish, he hunted, he
manufactured his own tools, etc., but he did this for himself and his own
interests, and he did so with pleasure. He did it in his own tempo, how, where and
when he wanted to, and what he did and the result of what he did was in itself
the only reward he wanted – or could possibly even imagine.
pre-historic man was not his “work”. When asked about who he was he replied
that he was e. g. Warga, son of Labrana, from the Buran tribe in Western
Skanþinawio, maker of “this-or-that” song and “this-or-that” poem or tale,
father of “this-or-that” boy and girl, participant in “this-or-that” battle
what this Warga character does to feed his family? Don’t we all feed our
families? Is there anything worth talking about in Warga’s fishing, hunting and
gathering – or his trading?
If he has looted a few enemy ships to feed his
family, fine, that’s worth talking about, but who cares if he built his own
home or not or if he weeded the kitchen garden last week? Who cares if he
butchered a cow or repaired his cloak the other day? Who cares if he traded his
furs for a few barrels of salted herrings last winter?
We are what
we achieve when we achieve something that is out of the ordinary. Many today
would have been simply “the fat”, for lack of any achievements other than becoming
obese at an early age, and most of us “the slave”, for doing nothing else with
our lives than slaving for others, or perhaps “the drunk”, “the couch potato”,
“the slut”, or “the consumerist”, or something like that, but this is of course
largely due to the fact that our societies are rotten to the core; Europe has
been dragged down into the filth by Judeo-Christianity and the different
offshots of Judeo-Christianity.
Europe is a slave continent today, because we
have been duped into caring for things that really don’t matter one bit.
not be measured financially, but intellectually, emotionally and even
existentially. Rich is he who has a sharp mind, he who has peace of mind, he
who has a deep meaning of life. He who has honour.
Rich is he
who can look up in the night and see the beauty of a clear starlit sky. Rich is
he who can hear the silence of the oak
forest be broken by the falling acorns in the autumn.
Rich is he who has time to sit quietly on the river bed with a fishing pole,
listening to the sound of running water. Rich is he who can see his children
play in the meadows at noon. Rich is he who can harvest from his own orchard.
Rich is he who has friends he can trust. Rich is he who understands why he is
here. Rich is he who knows from whence he comes and whither he goes. Rich is he
who can offer a world to his children at least as rich as the world he himself
was born into and grew up in.
forever. The filth that covers Europe today will dry up with time, when the Sun
shines upon it; it will be crushed and turned to dust by the many animals
passing by, and then be blown away to foreign shores by the strong Northern
wind. The beautiful mosaic underneath will appear before the eyes of our
descendants, and they will see what once was: the origin, the purpose, the
birth, the death, the meaning of Europe! Hail