Iðunn, Loki, Heimdallr and Bragi
By Lorentz Frölich, 1906

We have clear poll winner, but I think everyone knew that all along, or had an idea it was headed that way.
Question is… would a New Reich really work in the modern age?

The Dagda sat with his back to an oak tree. He looked like a workman, and his hands were as hard as the hands of a mason, but his hair was braided like the hair of a king.
He had on a green cloak with nine capes, and along the border of every cape there was a running pattern embroidered in gold and silver and purple thread.
Opposite the Dagda sat his son, Angus Og, with his hands clasped about his knees. He was in rags, and his hair was matted like the hair of a beggar: a bramble had scratched his nose, but his eyes were smiling.
"If you only knew how ridiculous you look in that cloak," he was saying to the Dagda, "you would not wear it."
"My son," said the Dagda, with dignity, "it is the only cloak the people of the Fomor have left me, and the evening is cold."
"Why don't you keep yourself warm by working?" said Angus. "It's what I would do myself if you had brought me up to a trade."
"Angus," said his father, "remember I am one of the gods: it is not necessary to talk sense to me."

“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.
From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats.
A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..”

- Henry David Thoreau

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Mother's Day (A Son's Love)

Dear Mothers

Women from girlhood speak of the desire for unconditional love; but they have it already, or it is easily found if not. This love is to be found in your Sons.

While it is true a Son might grow to dislike his Mother; love and like being two different things. But you can rest assured he will ALWAYS love his Mommy, without reservation. There is not a Son among the Hyperborean people; child or grown, that would not move the world to save his Mommy or even raise every last inch of it shaking the very roots of the Earth itself in vengeance of her.
He will love her completely and truly for the entirety of his life from his first wail to his last gasp, even after she is gone.

So raise your sons well!

Be gentle with him. Guard his heart so that he might not become cruel, but remember; You are raising a Man. A child brought into this world through countless ages of great hardship and even greater joys, by you! Born and bred of love, a love whose sole purpose is to defend his people with the same vigor he would defend you. To safeguard the vulnerable but not the weak, to teach the lessons he has learned throughout his life so that those under his protection might thrive.
So teach him well. Teach him the respect he is due and the responsibilities he must bear. Teach him of sacrifice and love. Teach him his value so that he might not settle, nor demand more than is his due.
Teach him both his own value and the value of others.
Teach him to think for himself. To question. To understand and see the world around him. Teach him a little rebellion is good for the soul of a Man and to be expected. But also teach him where to draw the line. To give respect but to demand it in return!

Remember he's not the shield, nor is he the spear. He is the man who wields these tools! Not the tool to be wielded... Remember it's only through you he will learn what a woman SHOULD be, so be noble.
Remember he will one day demand your example of womanhood in a wife of his own. A Woman who will in turn give you Grandchildren who will also honor their Grandmother; or not, in the same way he himself had been taught by you.
Become honored.
Raise your sons well.
Raise them with the dignity and pride only a Mother can have in her Sons!

Happy Mothers Day.
We Will Always Love You

Your Sons
The Hyperborean Men of the World.

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Side profile of Piraeus Athena, 4th century BC, Archaeological Museum of Piraeus.

Dagger with hilt depicting Death, France, 19th Century

"Man had been nurtured, they thought, by Christianity and the work ethic out of a state of savagery and depravity; if men returned to the wilderness, if they left the civilizing persuasions of society, they would again become as beasts."

- Excerpt of Give your Heart to the Hawks by Win Blevins

The previous passage refers to the natural, primal inclination of Hyperboreans reverting to our animal-like charactristics when once again reunited with the wilderness.
It is painful at first, for some. For others, it is blissful, then painful.
Regardless, it is when we are removed from civilization and reacclimate to the order of the wild.. our soul echoes the wild around us and responds with an astounding pleasantly of nostalgic peace, and sense of being.

Etruscan depiction of the Egg of Nemesis being presented to the King of Sparta.

"People need to know that the health in the fullest and highest sense, of “body, mind and soul” cannot be maintained so long as the philosophy of “the melting pot” causes people to flout the Doctrine of the Thoroughbred, to violate all the known laws about breeding, and to plunge into an indiscriminate crossing of races, types and classes.

Frankly, I think this is the fate to which any people exposes itself that follows Jesus, century after century, in his disregard of the physical, of the Earth, of diet, sex, beauty, breeding and the Doctrine of the Thoroughbred… It unfits them for survival.

This is revealed, and proved, far more than any but a very few people today realize, by the decadence so marked in this Western world of ours, which has longest and most closely been exposed to Jesus’ teaching.

We are marked for extinction."

Excerpts from “Which Way Western Man?” By W.G. Simpson

Europa, by Alejandro DeCinti

Here is a simulation of how the moon affects the sea's ebb and flow. Hyperboreans have known this from the beginning by paying attention to our surroundings and shifting our livelihood around the seasons, nature, the wild and the weather.

Is is deific influence, or is it natural occurrence?
I say yes. Both.

Der Elfenwanderer
by Hugo Hoppener

Somewhere in Switzerland, away from it all.

Folklore is just as important as the mythology of a people because of it’s living on through the folk and retelling, much like myth yet on a smaller scale.
What is overlooked is that myths often arise from folklore, but because of their almost similar nature, myth and folklore often overlap one another.
Nevertheless, it is not really the realism of myths and folk tales that makes them important but the invaluable lessons or message they impart to the tribe.
The myth, although decidedly handy to educate one about gods, spirits, customs, culture and heroes in a grandiose scale, almost to the point of being out of reach… folklore brings those same gods, heroes and spirits into the home or around the fire to warm themselves and share a tale or two.
Folklore’s importance is that it shows that the ancestors and gods have a personal interaction and interest in their extended family… us.