Evenin', Anon.
Would you listen and give some input? I'd sure appreciate it.
My family is Southern Baptist and Pentecostal. While it was taught to me and I'm fairly well-versed in Protestant lore, it never took. Heritage was always very important to me, I listened to metal, and I had beef with Christianity…so naturally when I read Vargsmal in highschool (early 2000's) it hit me like a bolt of lightning; I *inhaled* everything I could get my hands on: Rydberg, Edred Thorsson's catalog, Nietzsche, Hitler. Theodism in particular caught my fancy, and Gnosticism.
I joined a black metal band. My understanding of the runes and of Wotan had always been an intimate and esoteric one, and no other deities seemed to resonate with me really at all. As my studies and practice continued, some folks in my peer and e-peer group became a bit alarmed by the "Luciferian" nature of the approach I had to Wotan. It was brought to my attention that Edred Thorsson had actually been expelled from the Odinic Rite for for being too cozy with the LHP or some shit.
Stephen Flowers pops back up as I come across the Jeweled Tablets of Set, the separated-by-degree manuscripts of the Temple of Set. The ToS in my estimation is poopoo not much less stinky than LaVey's unadulterated pig shit, though a few things were certainly relevant to my interests, namely Flowers' and Aquino's Wewelsburg Working, and something similar the notion of what the ToS calls an Isolate Intelligence had already been gestating in my head.
In any case, a thought occurs to me that sticks in my head like a thorn - given black metal this, Wotan that, NS this, Idealism and Romanticism that…what the fuck did *I* know about War? Or Death? Or Valor? Or Sacrifice?
I cut my hair, sold my instruments, and enlisted in the Army. I did 3 years as a 12b. I have extreme TBI and nerve damage, and was in a coma for 2 weeks. When I got out I was homeless for a long time and it was really rough. I've been admitted to two different mental institutions in different states.
Well, I returned to black metal with a cup overflowing with venom and got balls-deep into Chaos Gnosticism. I spend the next 2 years (present day) not chasing pussy at all and getting my shit straight and taking care of myself. I began to associate on the innanet with some WN Heathens that seemed pretty spicy - but Gentlemen?
I'll be damned if the viking cosplay Fauxdinist LARPer shit isn't real af. Are there some volkish Heathen veterans? Yeah, there's some - but in my estimation, if someone hails war gods and they're NOT a soldier/marine/sailor/veteran/first responder/1%er/prisoner or *something* like that? They're full of fucking shit - and damn near every Heathen I've ever known just talks shit poorly about Christianity like King Olaf just took a dump in their mead. Nearly every single Heathen today it seems is little more than some fucking dumbass Amon Amarth faggot.
I've been learning a lot about Orthodox Christianity, recently. It's *really* fucking interesting. I can't get over the Jew thing (it's much more complex than that, but that's good enough for now), but Christianity was Europa's Shield for 1500 years. It was the Order of Saint John that held at the Siege of Malta. It was the Christian British Empire that eventually routed the Ottoman Empire. The Impaler is owed all our gratitude and hails.
I took off my hammer nearly a decade ago when I didn't wish to be associated with or misconstrued as one of those fucking obese greasy-fingered Walmart Asatruar cocksuckers; I wear my dog tags, a thurisaz rune, and a todesrune.
Talk to me, Anon?
I don't know anyone that's a Heathen who isn't a total fucking faggot-ass disappointing failure.