Since the dawn of civilization, mankind has had a unquenchable burning deisre to find something they could worship, or hold as holy. A sort of humility that comes by itself when a human being, compares himself with greater things in life. Naturally the first thing to have come to the minds of our ancient ancestors is the Sun. The eternal sofltly glowing giver of light and life on this beautiful planet. However not only did our Indo-European ancestors realize this ineffable fact, but also every other pre-judeo-christian culture on the entire planet. Throughout the ages our ancestors represented the various aspects of Nature and life with symbols they held in highest reverence. Symbols such as the Swastyka (representing the Sun-the most commonly worshipped and holiest of them all), Walknut, Mjölnir, Perun's Axe, Kolovrat, Helm of Awe etc. These symbols became embodied in the very DNA fabric, i. e. the genetic memory of the White European Man, and eventually became more then symbols. They became rules to guide thousands of generations to live a higher life. A life of significance, principle and honour. The ethos and moral codes of the Indo-European nations were built upon them, and in time they embeded themsleves into the collective consciousness of all White people. The very same ethos and principles were also built on the archetypes of the gods and the images of heroes and demigods. The same gods, heroes, and demigods, which are in many sad cases now lost to the younger generations, and are mostly viewed by them as stupid empty superstitions, were once in fact a rock solid guiding principle and foundation for young men and women to realize their place, obligations, and after all worth in society. It is exactly because of this realisation, that there are far bigger things around them, that they decided to evolve on their own, thus becoming strong and healthy individuals, in perfect balance with Nature.

In a sick degenerate society like the one in which we live today, any sense of worth be it national, racial, or moral is being systematically destroyed by the major media, political correctness, capitalism, and by the powerful forms of contemporary art which include music. The imbecilic "sex,drugs and rock 'n roll" that is promoted through the major media, and has been set as the highest ideal a young man can achieve in his lifetime. This lifestyle is one of the key factors that has been killing the culture and worth of the White man, and also at the same time killing all other cultures and people. Promoting this brain-dead culture where money, drugs, easy women and dishonorable behaviour are the highest and "coolest" level a young man can achieve is a sign of definitive decay. This is a concept of life bereft of any other value except material wealth, empty of all pride, ideal, and dignity. However the few strong men are still alive and wander as cursed spirits amongst us, often feeling extremely depressed, and at the end isolating themselves from the world completely. These few who do not wish to participate in the dying, decadent multicultural society in which we live, are scorned and considered outsiders.

It is hard to imagine such a life for a "normal" person, especially an adult, since he has no time to think how busy he is accumulating enough money to survive. He ends up ignoring his own children and finally neglecting the child's most powerful instinct; to grow, to find out, and to become more. All of us were born with the same unquenchable desire for knowledge, be it dinosaurs or space, we were and some still are fascinated by the right things to be fascinated about. It's that just some seem to have forgotten this, the true values. However, the true values lie within us - within our spirits and blood, dormant but dreaming, and never dead. Unconciously guided by the symbolic principles of our own race, we need to stir the memory within our blood to awaken the ancestral warrior spirit sleeping, in our very own subconscious. The process of reawakening, this genetic memory has already begun, and is in fact taking place right in front of us as we speak. Through one's own subconscious, we can access an abyssmal amount of inspiration and wisdom. The actual thoughts of our ancestors live through us, often coming to us in an intuitive form.

The Jewish physicist Albert Einstein saw this as a common flaw in contemporary society, that completely ignores this notion and said, "The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift ". The intuitive mind is a door that holds all of the ancestral arcane mysteries of the Indo-European people, while our willpower and self-discipline is the key that will eventually unlock all of it's wonders. Unlocking this has already once taken place, through the Völkisch movements in Germany in the 19th century, mostly being inspired by Richard Wagner's music. In his music people once again found a forgotten source of moral ispiration. Role models such as Parsifal & Sigfried once again lived in the popular imagination of the people, and the old beliefs were brought back to memory. Sadly, the inspiration drawn from these ancient religions, did not reach out of these movements, that were hermetically sealed from the outside and limited to a few. The attempt to bring them back into the public eye was made by the German National-Socialist Workers Party which promoted the study of runes, and the revitalization of ancient pagan rituals, i.e. summer solstice, winter solstice, but it did not last. But hope is far from lost, as are our ancient traditions. Today we are witnessing a real pagan renaissance amongst the youth. Thousands of young people such as myself, who were in most cases inspired by metal music, reject Christianity , and choose to go on their own path. This is an ancestral way of life that unfolds it's arcane mystery & beauty. Amongst the thousands of pagan communities that are located in Europe and North America, the rituals of our forefathers are being cherished in accordance with the cycles of Nature.

The founder of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness, A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, also saw this lack of ideal in contemporary society, and the lack of guidance through spiritually and morally higher examples such as the various Indo-European heroes, that sadly slumber within us and within history written books. He explanied that this was part of a bigger event. - "Over the last 5000 years the Kali Yuga age has begun...So at the present moment practically there are no Brahman, Kshatriya, no Vaishya, only Sudras---only the fourth class men. So you cannot expect any happiness delivered by the fourth class men. Therefore, throughout the world there is chaotic condition...So this is essential, that the human society be divided into four divisions. The Brahman class means the first class and the ideal man. So that by seeing their character, their behavior, others will try to follow." Instead of presenting and creating worthy and respectable role models for the coming generations such as Nikola Tesla, Leonardo Da Vinci, Ludwig Van Beethoven, Alexander The Great , Socrates, and many more Brahman type European men and women whose names should be carved in gold in the Temples of our Race for their noble deeds, our modern men delivered us degenerate, drug addicted lowlives who promote consumerism, materialism, and no sense of racial or national worth. The Sudras who captivate us in a cursed circle of perpetual misery and emptiness are set as the goal worthy of achievement; they get the attention of the public's eye only, while the media is systematically ignoring the intelligent and educated people and their accomplishments. It is this inverted system of values, in which it is sinful and wrong to be proud of the accomplishments, of one's own ancestors, that decadent and auto-destructive behavior is being born.

The American Indian Chief Seattle, who saw this unbalanced and hedonistic, Sudras - guided way of life as a disease that needed to be cured, wrote the following to President Franklin Pierce already in 1854: "You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. Man did not weave the Web of Life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the Web, he does to himself." They forgot to teach us to take pride in the acheivements of our ancestors, i.e. our race, and in that pride to express sincere greatfulness to them. After all these accomplishments were and still are gifts given to us.

As I child I didn't feel quite attached to anything of this world except of course my parents. I was born in an atheist familiy with no religious background, and yet I felt I was searching for something spiritual from my early age. Something I can completely relate to on a level transcending all of my surroundings, a sort of mental safe-haven. I often felt lonely and empty in a spiritual sense, yet I knew how to comfort myself. I would usually slip through a bathroom window and climb onto my neighbors roof as a child, and stare at the stars on warm, clear, summer nights, with an unrelenting honest smile upon my face. I would imagine them singing, playing, me flying between them and talking to them, they would tell me stories about colourful worlds, full of extraordinary beings. This was truly fascinating to the mind of a child. Worlds with names, places, people. It was more then wonderful, and I would say that it was there that I felt a great connection with Nature and the cosmos for the first time and an abyssmal amount of peace and serenity within.

An accident happened 10 years later, and I'm not sure if it really was an accident or something else. I went to the store with my grandfather that day and he bought me a strategic table game based on all the myths of Indo-European peoples. And with the numerous figures of the soldiers and horses, there were figures of the gods which could be summoned upon the battlefield as powerful allies. I played the game with a good friend of mine, and after a couple of hours of great fun he went home, and I found myself staring at the figures of those gods, completely mesmerized by the figures of the various cultures that arose during Antiquity. Although they all looked the same and were just in different colours, it was the names that seemed to captivate my mind. Thor, Set, Zeus, Odin, Ra, Hades, Freya, Hekate, Loki, Osiris. As I looked at them for some time, I just found myself instinctively, lighting up the candles and incense sticks and placing the figures on a small box I decorated myself. I felt such awe and humility in front of these images of the gods, something so familiar and welcoming at the same time. I put the candles around the statues and stared at them without a single word being uttered all evening. The next day I told that friend about my experience and he said the same thing so I gave him his own set of god-figures. We talked about worshipping ancient Greek gods and how those old beliefs were "cooler" than Christianity. I realized what went on that night actually a just a year ago. Although I was only 11 years old I knew these figures had a special appeal to me, the worship of these archetypes was within me. The archetypes of the Sky god, the War god, the Magic goddess and the God of Death laid dormant within my blood, within the very DNA fabric in my body.

The Swiss psychiatrist and the founder of analytical psychology Dr. Carl Gustav Jung said "Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?". With that quote I would like to emphasize that this kind of pagan spiritual awakening on a personal level which I witnessed through the example given above, is the most important one, because it comes naturally by itself and changes everything built thus far in a person' character and interests. After this event took place my interests turned to the various myths of my kin and inspired me to start reading about them, and to this day the same interest remains of course. A relation with pagan based fantasy fiction such as "The Lord Of The Rings" & "Conan" (The 1982 & 1984 version only!) was born on first sight. The strong connection with the pre-Christian Indo-European culture was born within me long before I could comprehend what it's true meaning was, but today it is crystal clear. Through this spiritual pagan renaissance that is occuring all across the world, we who chose to commit ourselves to the ancestral ways, must always bear in mind the notion, that it is exactly we who are supposed to be the Brahman, the ideal bearer. The hardest role lies with us, to seek out the spirits, and to illuminate them with our work. Be it an essay like this or a song, a book, or a painting , it all is a step forward in a journey in which we cannot turn back. A journey in which we not only honor our ancestors and culture, but also a spiritual journey in which we grow and learn. It is a journey that lasts a lifetime, and through self-evolution & moral betterment we make a better world.

What once was (in religious terms) a unbreakable monolithic source of culture and tradition, to this day still exists. Paganism never actually died out, nor could it ever die out. It breathes silently through our blood. It's death will come only with the death of our race. A eternal well of inspiration, such as the native beliefs of the Indo-European people cannot be easily extinguished. That is why the revolution within the self is the most important of them all, because nothing can extinguish the ancestral flames once they are lit. Once the hearts of all men of Indo-European descent are lit, they will spread like a fire, thus purifying our lands, and cleansing them from any tradition or godly image alien to it's own. Do not abandon your ideals, fight for them!

"As if written in the snow the lies shall melt away, by the wheel of sun to cross the sky this day. Shadows may lay heavy upon the earth, but the truth - cut deep in stone - will last till the heavens comes tumbling down upon this world."
-Tomas Forsberg-Quorthon