Lars Redoubt
November 27th, 2008, 01:42 AM
10 November 2008,
Greetings Eric,
Well, momentous developments in your homeland’s decline! First you get Obama, then that same evening on Oz TV James Wolfensohn, ex-president of the World Bank, told the journalists that the first thing Obama must do is draw together a team of financial experts – and he listed several “suitable” ones. Obama, he said, must assemble them now and work on the program right away. The situation cannot be left in limbo for another three months. Well, I don’t know about the financial “experts”, but Obama has now announced his Chief of Staff, Rahm Emanuel, who I’m sure will keep the new house-boy under control.
The unpredictable expat Australian journalist John Pilger wrote before the election: “The lesson learned is that no presidential candidate, least of all a Democrat awash with money from America’s ‘banksters’, as Franklin Roosevelt called them, can or will challenge a militarised system that controls and rewards him. Obama’s job is to present a benign, even progressive face that will revive America’s democratic pretensions, internationally and domestically, while ensuring nothing of substance changes. Among ordinary Americans desperate for a secure life, his skin colour may help him regain this unjustified ‘trust’, even though it is of a similar hue to that of Colin Powell, who lied to the United Nations for Bush and now endorses Obama. As for the rest of us, is it not time we opened our eyes and exercised our right not to be lied to, yet again?”
Interesting times, although I am sure all of the above is familiar to you. What you may not have noticed is that New Zealand has also just had an election. The outgoing PM, Helen Clark, was an old-fashioned Labor type. The new one is John Key, the multi-millionaire son of Ruth Lazar – who, according to the Jerusalem Post, “escaped the Holocaust as a child by fleeing to Britain”.
If by now you are wondering whether there is any congenial place to run and hide, I’d not recommend Iceland. Olafur Ragnar Grimsson, the President of Iceland, is married to an Israeli named Dorrit Moussaieff.
Which brings me, circuitously, to your last mail. You enclosed a copy of Dag Strömbäck’s article, plus your comments on it in a letter to Jan. You add, “To practice sejd was considered something very shameful, he writes.” Well, I can help out a bit there.
Sejd is the same as the Icelandic seidr, which has been studied at great length. Seidr is/was a form of sorcery, which was considered acceptable if women did it but utterly shameful for a man to do. Basically, it was “secret women’s business”. Ynglinga saga says: “...such ergi accompanies this sorcery that it was considered shameful for men to be involved in it; therefore this art was taught to the priestesses.” That doesn’t help greatly unless we know what ergi means. Luckily, we do. Early legal texts make it clear that it referred to the passive role in homosexual intercourse. If someone called you that, you were entitled to kill him. There were other equally dangerous words in that complex, one of which was rassragr. The first part of that term, rass, is a metathesis of ars, “anus”, while the second part meant “coward” and was also an obscene term for a male homosexual on the receiving end. So it was perfectly OK for women to practice seidr, and also to take the receiving role in sex, but a man who did either was considered utterly degraded and, by extension, a coward.
As to the general idea of soul-projection, it was fairly common on the Anglo-Scottish borders until not so long ago. It is related to the idea of ghosts, fetches and the like. My grandmother was said to have the “second sight”, which in her case meant that she sometimes saw such projections. The most memorable occasion was when her daughter took her on a bus tour to the Highlands. Granny was looking out of the bus window, and she saw what she thought was a group of young men in costume doing some sort of battle re-enactment. Her daughter could see nothing but fields and hills and grass and heather, and the same went for all the other passengers. Being aware that her mother occasionally saw things that were invisible to anyone else, she later asked the coach driver whether there had ever been a battle on that site. No, he said, nothing like that. (My Granny was fairly deaf, so couldn’t hear.) But when they returned to the borders my aunt ransacked the public libraries and found that there had been a very minor battle just where Granny had “seen” the “re-enactment”. That battle had really just been a skirmish, and was of no historical consequence.
An odd thing about Granny is that she always assumed a perfectly rational explanation for the strange things she saw. My aunt just went along with whatever her mother said. In the case of the bus trip, Granny assumed she had seen a re-enactment group. My aunt didn’t contradict her, but told me the whole story when we were alone. She offered no explanation, but certainly didn’t think it in any way odd.
I don’t think the “re-enactment” story is at all inexplicable. If we have souls, then according to our ancestors they are not the simplistic single-strand things that Christianity posits. Our pre-Xtn ancestors took it for granted that there are many strands to the Nordic soul. Some of those strands may linger around, and some of us may be able to attune to them, just as a few of us might possibly be able to hear sounds a bit beyond the range of the “normal” human ear.
Unfortunately, I have no such talents. Only one strange thing has ever happened to me. My mother died when I was 17, and for a couple of years before that she would go out for a little walk whenever she was up to it. My father and I became very used to the sound of her women’s shoes clack-clacking up the concrete path to the front door, often just barely after dark. Then she died, and after a while two other women in the town set their sights on my father. They were very pleasant women, so he didn’t wish to offend them, but neither did he welcome their visits. One evening we both heard a woman’s shoes clack-clacking toward the front door. My father hid in a room where he couldn’t be seen from the front windows, and asked me to crawl behind the cover of the couch and peep out to see which of the two contestants it was. I did. There was nothing to be seen, so I assumed the woman – whichever one it was – must be standing in the tiny area that we called a “porch”, a sort of recessed area before the front door. I then got sick of the whole charade, went to the door, and flung it open. There was no-one there. There had also been no receding footsteps, and because our house was then a bit isolated, no-one could have got away without being seen.
You will notice, again, that my father and I both assumed the most “natural” explanation – that the footsteps belonged to one of the two women who wanted to park their shoes under his bed. We later discussed it, and agreed that the footsteps had been fairly light – interesting, given that my mother was very slim and only 5’2”, while the two “suitors” were much taller, and were big, strapping women.
Ah well... I clearly don’t have “the sight”, but it is possible that even someone as unimaginative as me can perhaps tune in to something that is not yet recognised by science. Then again, I think Western science would be a thousand years ahead of where it is now if we hadn’t suffered the calamity of Xty.
And maybe it’s a good thing that I don’t have “the sight”. I wouldn’t want to be considered a rassragr, so I’m perfectly happy to leave that stuff to women!
Wassail,
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Dag Strömbäck: The Concept of the Soul in Nordic Tradition
http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?p=886794#post886794
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17 NOV 08
Hail [---]! Many thanks for your letter of 10 NOV 08. It was most Informative, for I’m pretty ignorant about nordic lands from whence my genes come. The closest I’ve come to setting foot on nordic soil was during my brief visit to Sweden in 1969. I’m not so surprised about Nordics’ penetration & domination by Zionists as I am disgusted. It all began with Christinanity & insanity. In the wisdom of The Road Warrior: “Ya can run butcha can’t hide.” In case we have a gasoline shortage, I shall follow that of the character who said: “Jus’ walk away,” since that’s how I get around, anyway.
Obama’s regime will be as kosher as that of McCain, as you indicate. At the moment, we may anticipate a change of style, rather than of substance or direction in our foreign & domestic policy. Our “Manifest Destiny” is Disaster, so our choice of routes will get us there in due course. I only wonder about major outcomes: Another 9-11 to get us into war with Iran? An Obama assassination to stoke up domestic upheaval? Martial law? I’m sure the plot is already written, but I don’t have a copy of it. A Weimar-style inflation seems likely, in view of the bankster bailouts. As long as money goes to those who are parasites & predators, rather than producers, inflation can only worsen. Goyim cannot conceive of an economy in which they are jobless, amid rising prices for life’s necessities, but here it comes. Our situation is hopeless, but not serious.
I also suspect that we know very little about reality. One philosopher defined a miracle as that which breaks a natural law. Therefore, we can only identify a miracle if we know all natural laws.
Do some people “see things that are not there?” Or are they present, but unseen by those who lack the requisite sense of perception. As you say, there are sights & sounds which require special means or abilities by which to perceive them. I have been in a quiet room with a quiet cat, on occasion. Suddenly, the cat will turn its head, to gaze intently in some direction. I’ve looked in the same direction, but I neither saw nor heard anything. It’s as if we had a visitor, which only the cat could perceive. Could the cat have seen something in its own mind? People are known to have “flashbacks” of previous LSD experiences years later, which are more vivid than normal memories, which we all have at one time or an other.
How do we really exist? Do we have additional dimensions & emanations beyond our normal ken? Can we travel in time, as well as in space? I dreamt about a street in Barcelona at least a decade before I found myself on that street, viewing it from the same perspective as I did in the dream. The street was distinctive, for it had a railway cut which divided the two roadsides. I’ve never seen such a street before nor since. Even the drab buildings matched those in my dream. Dreams are normal with most people, but is astral projection normal with SOME people? I never planned to go to Barcelona. I wound up there, looking for work when I was in Europe for the first time in 1964. Spain of the mid-1960s reminded me of Southern California of the early 1950s, including the pepper trees! As you can guess, I’m just a ‘typical’ San Fernando Valley kid, who seems to have come from the 19th century. My grandfather should have lived in my time, & I should have lived in his, for I’m not allergic to horses, as he was, nor am I fond of gadgets beyond the steam railway & the electric telegraph. For me, the best part of the telephone is the OFF switch, so I’m not disturbed by solicitors from Bombay who have ‘wonderful offers’ in high-speed, curried English.
Could we visit our parents before conception, & do we exist in some form or another after we are officially dead? Are such forms, if any, conscious, that they know who they are? We will find out in due course. The Unknown is indeed intriguing.
Thanks for the information on the female ‘monopoly’ on sorcery in Scandinavia, & also the status of men who “want to get in on the act.” Men who play the women’s role in sex are despised in Moslem societies, so Nordic tradition in that sense is not unique. It seems like quite an ‘achievement’ for a man to receive the dual title of “coward & bitch,” albeit unenviable. The ‘ergi’ role in homosexuality leads one to wonder about the origin of the word, ‘synergy,’ for ergi is indeed a sin, as is any abomination intended to pervert the course of The Universe or part thereof. My attitude toward “sejd” is one of disgust, as with Jesus-eating, which is not just reasoned, but felt in my uttermost being.
On the other hand, I’ve heard & read so many accounts of “UFO-sightings,” “ghostly presences,” &c. that I find it hard to accuse those who relate such experiences as liars or nuts. On one job, several of my fellow employees were afraid to work in a disused hotel, for they feared “ghosts.” I said, “We are all ghosts, but some of us have bodies.” Somehow, that did not comfort them, so I had them work downstairs. All the best. ORION!
Eric
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Write to:
Mr. Eric Thomson
P.O. Box 896
Yakima, Washington 98907-0896
U.S.A.
Greetings Eric,
Well, momentous developments in your homeland’s decline! First you get Obama, then that same evening on Oz TV James Wolfensohn, ex-president of the World Bank, told the journalists that the first thing Obama must do is draw together a team of financial experts – and he listed several “suitable” ones. Obama, he said, must assemble them now and work on the program right away. The situation cannot be left in limbo for another three months. Well, I don’t know about the financial “experts”, but Obama has now announced his Chief of Staff, Rahm Emanuel, who I’m sure will keep the new house-boy under control.
The unpredictable expat Australian journalist John Pilger wrote before the election: “The lesson learned is that no presidential candidate, least of all a Democrat awash with money from America’s ‘banksters’, as Franklin Roosevelt called them, can or will challenge a militarised system that controls and rewards him. Obama’s job is to present a benign, even progressive face that will revive America’s democratic pretensions, internationally and domestically, while ensuring nothing of substance changes. Among ordinary Americans desperate for a secure life, his skin colour may help him regain this unjustified ‘trust’, even though it is of a similar hue to that of Colin Powell, who lied to the United Nations for Bush and now endorses Obama. As for the rest of us, is it not time we opened our eyes and exercised our right not to be lied to, yet again?”
Interesting times, although I am sure all of the above is familiar to you. What you may not have noticed is that New Zealand has also just had an election. The outgoing PM, Helen Clark, was an old-fashioned Labor type. The new one is John Key, the multi-millionaire son of Ruth Lazar – who, according to the Jerusalem Post, “escaped the Holocaust as a child by fleeing to Britain”.
If by now you are wondering whether there is any congenial place to run and hide, I’d not recommend Iceland. Olafur Ragnar Grimsson, the President of Iceland, is married to an Israeli named Dorrit Moussaieff.
Which brings me, circuitously, to your last mail. You enclosed a copy of Dag Strömbäck’s article, plus your comments on it in a letter to Jan. You add, “To practice sejd was considered something very shameful, he writes.” Well, I can help out a bit there.
Sejd is the same as the Icelandic seidr, which has been studied at great length. Seidr is/was a form of sorcery, which was considered acceptable if women did it but utterly shameful for a man to do. Basically, it was “secret women’s business”. Ynglinga saga says: “...such ergi accompanies this sorcery that it was considered shameful for men to be involved in it; therefore this art was taught to the priestesses.” That doesn’t help greatly unless we know what ergi means. Luckily, we do. Early legal texts make it clear that it referred to the passive role in homosexual intercourse. If someone called you that, you were entitled to kill him. There were other equally dangerous words in that complex, one of which was rassragr. The first part of that term, rass, is a metathesis of ars, “anus”, while the second part meant “coward” and was also an obscene term for a male homosexual on the receiving end. So it was perfectly OK for women to practice seidr, and also to take the receiving role in sex, but a man who did either was considered utterly degraded and, by extension, a coward.
As to the general idea of soul-projection, it was fairly common on the Anglo-Scottish borders until not so long ago. It is related to the idea of ghosts, fetches and the like. My grandmother was said to have the “second sight”, which in her case meant that she sometimes saw such projections. The most memorable occasion was when her daughter took her on a bus tour to the Highlands. Granny was looking out of the bus window, and she saw what she thought was a group of young men in costume doing some sort of battle re-enactment. Her daughter could see nothing but fields and hills and grass and heather, and the same went for all the other passengers. Being aware that her mother occasionally saw things that were invisible to anyone else, she later asked the coach driver whether there had ever been a battle on that site. No, he said, nothing like that. (My Granny was fairly deaf, so couldn’t hear.) But when they returned to the borders my aunt ransacked the public libraries and found that there had been a very minor battle just where Granny had “seen” the “re-enactment”. That battle had really just been a skirmish, and was of no historical consequence.
An odd thing about Granny is that she always assumed a perfectly rational explanation for the strange things she saw. My aunt just went along with whatever her mother said. In the case of the bus trip, Granny assumed she had seen a re-enactment group. My aunt didn’t contradict her, but told me the whole story when we were alone. She offered no explanation, but certainly didn’t think it in any way odd.
I don’t think the “re-enactment” story is at all inexplicable. If we have souls, then according to our ancestors they are not the simplistic single-strand things that Christianity posits. Our pre-Xtn ancestors took it for granted that there are many strands to the Nordic soul. Some of those strands may linger around, and some of us may be able to attune to them, just as a few of us might possibly be able to hear sounds a bit beyond the range of the “normal” human ear.
Unfortunately, I have no such talents. Only one strange thing has ever happened to me. My mother died when I was 17, and for a couple of years before that she would go out for a little walk whenever she was up to it. My father and I became very used to the sound of her women’s shoes clack-clacking up the concrete path to the front door, often just barely after dark. Then she died, and after a while two other women in the town set their sights on my father. They were very pleasant women, so he didn’t wish to offend them, but neither did he welcome their visits. One evening we both heard a woman’s shoes clack-clacking toward the front door. My father hid in a room where he couldn’t be seen from the front windows, and asked me to crawl behind the cover of the couch and peep out to see which of the two contestants it was. I did. There was nothing to be seen, so I assumed the woman – whichever one it was – must be standing in the tiny area that we called a “porch”, a sort of recessed area before the front door. I then got sick of the whole charade, went to the door, and flung it open. There was no-one there. There had also been no receding footsteps, and because our house was then a bit isolated, no-one could have got away without being seen.
You will notice, again, that my father and I both assumed the most “natural” explanation – that the footsteps belonged to one of the two women who wanted to park their shoes under his bed. We later discussed it, and agreed that the footsteps had been fairly light – interesting, given that my mother was very slim and only 5’2”, while the two “suitors” were much taller, and were big, strapping women.
Ah well... I clearly don’t have “the sight”, but it is possible that even someone as unimaginative as me can perhaps tune in to something that is not yet recognised by science. Then again, I think Western science would be a thousand years ahead of where it is now if we hadn’t suffered the calamity of Xty.
And maybe it’s a good thing that I don’t have “the sight”. I wouldn’t want to be considered a rassragr, so I’m perfectly happy to leave that stuff to women!
Wassail,
[---]
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Dag Strömbäck: The Concept of the Soul in Nordic Tradition
http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?p=886794#post886794
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17 NOV 08
Hail [---]! Many thanks for your letter of 10 NOV 08. It was most Informative, for I’m pretty ignorant about nordic lands from whence my genes come. The closest I’ve come to setting foot on nordic soil was during my brief visit to Sweden in 1969. I’m not so surprised about Nordics’ penetration & domination by Zionists as I am disgusted. It all began with Christinanity & insanity. In the wisdom of The Road Warrior: “Ya can run butcha can’t hide.” In case we have a gasoline shortage, I shall follow that of the character who said: “Jus’ walk away,” since that’s how I get around, anyway.
Obama’s regime will be as kosher as that of McCain, as you indicate. At the moment, we may anticipate a change of style, rather than of substance or direction in our foreign & domestic policy. Our “Manifest Destiny” is Disaster, so our choice of routes will get us there in due course. I only wonder about major outcomes: Another 9-11 to get us into war with Iran? An Obama assassination to stoke up domestic upheaval? Martial law? I’m sure the plot is already written, but I don’t have a copy of it. A Weimar-style inflation seems likely, in view of the bankster bailouts. As long as money goes to those who are parasites & predators, rather than producers, inflation can only worsen. Goyim cannot conceive of an economy in which they are jobless, amid rising prices for life’s necessities, but here it comes. Our situation is hopeless, but not serious.
I also suspect that we know very little about reality. One philosopher defined a miracle as that which breaks a natural law. Therefore, we can only identify a miracle if we know all natural laws.
Do some people “see things that are not there?” Or are they present, but unseen by those who lack the requisite sense of perception. As you say, there are sights & sounds which require special means or abilities by which to perceive them. I have been in a quiet room with a quiet cat, on occasion. Suddenly, the cat will turn its head, to gaze intently in some direction. I’ve looked in the same direction, but I neither saw nor heard anything. It’s as if we had a visitor, which only the cat could perceive. Could the cat have seen something in its own mind? People are known to have “flashbacks” of previous LSD experiences years later, which are more vivid than normal memories, which we all have at one time or an other.
How do we really exist? Do we have additional dimensions & emanations beyond our normal ken? Can we travel in time, as well as in space? I dreamt about a street in Barcelona at least a decade before I found myself on that street, viewing it from the same perspective as I did in the dream. The street was distinctive, for it had a railway cut which divided the two roadsides. I’ve never seen such a street before nor since. Even the drab buildings matched those in my dream. Dreams are normal with most people, but is astral projection normal with SOME people? I never planned to go to Barcelona. I wound up there, looking for work when I was in Europe for the first time in 1964. Spain of the mid-1960s reminded me of Southern California of the early 1950s, including the pepper trees! As you can guess, I’m just a ‘typical’ San Fernando Valley kid, who seems to have come from the 19th century. My grandfather should have lived in my time, & I should have lived in his, for I’m not allergic to horses, as he was, nor am I fond of gadgets beyond the steam railway & the electric telegraph. For me, the best part of the telephone is the OFF switch, so I’m not disturbed by solicitors from Bombay who have ‘wonderful offers’ in high-speed, curried English.
Could we visit our parents before conception, & do we exist in some form or another after we are officially dead? Are such forms, if any, conscious, that they know who they are? We will find out in due course. The Unknown is indeed intriguing.
Thanks for the information on the female ‘monopoly’ on sorcery in Scandinavia, & also the status of men who “want to get in on the act.” Men who play the women’s role in sex are despised in Moslem societies, so Nordic tradition in that sense is not unique. It seems like quite an ‘achievement’ for a man to receive the dual title of “coward & bitch,” albeit unenviable. The ‘ergi’ role in homosexuality leads one to wonder about the origin of the word, ‘synergy,’ for ergi is indeed a sin, as is any abomination intended to pervert the course of The Universe or part thereof. My attitude toward “sejd” is one of disgust, as with Jesus-eating, which is not just reasoned, but felt in my uttermost being.
On the other hand, I’ve heard & read so many accounts of “UFO-sightings,” “ghostly presences,” &c. that I find it hard to accuse those who relate such experiences as liars or nuts. On one job, several of my fellow employees were afraid to work in a disused hotel, for they feared “ghosts.” I said, “We are all ghosts, but some of us have bodies.” Somehow, that did not comfort them, so I had them work downstairs. All the best. ORION!
Eric
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Write to:
Mr. Eric Thomson
P.O. Box 896
Yakima, Washington 98907-0896
U.S.A.