🔵 By Thomas Riffenburg. Photo by lauragrafie.
Can you hear the war cry? That ancient shout of strength, that shout of defiance, the melody of honor, that great and noble virtue which enables and compels such a force to be born… can you hear it? That spirit is always with us, for it lives within our blood, within our own spirit, for spirit and blood are one. Long ago our ancestors lived, today, they live. The majesty of all that has been, the accumulation of greatness, the fulfillment of honors place upon the throne of our spirit, the understanding of the beauty our ancestry were, all this is ours by birth right. No other right is man given at birth, for nature gives trials to all, and none are immune from the rules of the highest material power, yet the spirit and blood right of our ancestors, is given willingly, as something beyond beautiful, the most precious of things. How many embrace this? How many welcome with joy the product of all majesty, brought together and bestowed as an invisible crown upon our being , the highest of highest things possible to receive? This crown upon our spirit and blood was created by our ancestral Gods, bestowed upon us as an act of hospitality, freely, then through time this crown multiplied itself through each new creation of life to millions, what was once spiritual and mysterious, became flesh and plainly understood through witnessing eyes of all, what was once noble and highest, seated upon the throne of the Gods, remained noble and highest upon the throne of man. This kingly essence can only reproduce a kingly essence, thus has our people always been. The characteristics of this spiritual essence, the yet unseen, displayed itself through our flesh. We, like our creators, demonstrated our superiority in wisdom, honor, creation, hospitality, and so many more such aspects. Over time these qualities added upon each other, to become stronger, better than they formally were, each generation stayed slightly higher than those that come before them. Honorable nobility succeeded honorable nobility…. But then a dark cloud settled over time, so their essence dimmed. Honor gave way to the filthy, hospitality gave way to greed and hate, wisdom fell behind and perversion and blindness come forefront…. Still the crown lives on, waiting, yearning to settle upon once more the spirit and blood of its children. For this flame is a mighty flame, one that lit the universe long ago in its ancient war cry, one that rent asunder the Ymer power of its time and through death created life, a flame of protection for all life…. Can you hear that ancient war cry calling out to you from within? Don’t stop up your ears from its echo, for all of us are needed for this noblest of causes, embrace your destiny, unleash your war cry!