Samstag, 9. Juni 2018

The truth of evil in European paganism

In the past I've heard a lot of "Odinists" and "Wotanists" and "Odalists" and whatnot talk about the Christian conquest of Europe and about how all Pagan identity was to be wiped out by the new Christian doctrine, I don't really know if those people really look around to see our current society. Greece, now one of the first countries in Europe to be worried about being taken over by Islam, was also one of the first to be reached by Christianity in its infancy and ask any modern Greek: Do you know who Zeus is? Do you know Herakles? Poseidon? Olympos?

Yes, here is the thing. European paganism is everywhere. There is no sign of Christianity attempting to wipe it out. Our weekdays, they're still named after Freya (Friday) and Thor (Thursday) and Wotan (Wednesday), our months are still named after ancient Roman pagan gods like June (Juno - Jupiter) or January (Janus), they're not wiped out or eliminated or anything. Our holidays, they're apporpriations of pagan holidays, such as Jule, the festival of the winter solstice, turning into Christmas, or the celebration of the spring equinox turning into Easter. They're not being wiped out, they're not being erased from memory. That is not what the invasion of Christianity into Europe intended.

You see, it was not about wiping out and replacing with a foreign doctrine, it never was. It was, from the beginning, sold as as "update". It was like "these pagan folks, they're good-hearted, they're good people, they're pious, they just need their faith to be a bit better" - their version of better. Like they saw the paganism here, they saw how it fit their needs, and did not want to tell people they're all wrong, they wanted to tell people their faith was okay, it just needed to be improved a little with monotheism and the one God sacrificing his son to die for our sins. Like okay, you're pagan and all, and all your faith and all your beliefs and all your rituals are all fine, it's just that your gods are actually one God, and everything's actually okay because for all you've sinned, that one God sent his son to die for it. It wasn't meant to be a replacement, it wasn't meant to tell people their past faith has been all wrong, it was meant to be an "update", summarizing their gods into one, and uniting it all under the idea of the sacrifice of the holy son of God. We still got our Jule with the different name and our Thor's day.

But Christianity did do something with our ancient faith. Just like the ancient Norwegians had no word for evil, and Christianity used the word for "ghosts" (aander) to mean "evil" (onde), Christianity wanted to erase the pagan concept of evil by all means necessary as its ideology of "pure good" was to exclude all things "evil". The result of that ideology is that contrary to the popular neo-pagan belief that all history of ancient pagan "good" being erased, we do indeed have texts like the poetic and prose Edda, which were deliberately preserved by Christian agitators to perpetuate a world in which all is "good" and in which the pagan beliefs spoke only of a world that is "good" that merely required a wholesome update by Christianity to make sense in its "goodness". That on the other hand is also the reason why there is a complete lack of pagan texts on all that is the opposite of the Christian definition of "good".

Here is the lie and the conspiracy that we hit. A century ago, author Howard Phillips Lovecraft heavily referenced a work he called the "Necronomicon", which he referred to as being of Arabic origin with no linguistic proof to back up his claim, and in today's society this is widely claimed to be his own work. This is a false claim, just like the author's claim of the origin was. Modern research indicates that indeed, rather than being a fictional creation of Lovecraft himself, and rather than being of a foreign origin, the "Necronomicon" is a linguistically distorted preservation of ancient European pagan tales of evil that were banned from Europe by the invading Christian ideologues. Indeed, "Arabic" linguistic influences can be clearly demostrated to be added on to the text later on when retracing the origins of the names. This is only because when these writings were forcefully banned from Europe, their only copies would remain in areas far from Europe and the European and Christian sphere of influence. The original names were much closer to Indo-European linguistic characteristics. This can clearly be seen in the root syllables of many of the names referenced in the "Necronomicon", if one compensates for the Arabizations that are a logical consequence of the texts' banishment on the European continent.

The texts referred to as the "Necronomicon" therefore represent a hidden puzzle piece in the re-establishment of a full picture of European paganism, the "dark side" that the conquest of Christianity in Europe was seeking to erase, but that is no less important to the European pagan spirit as the poetic and prose Edda. The names may have been distorted by their Arabic translations and re-translations over the centuries to take them away from their Indo-European linguistic origins, but they remain no less important a part of the European pagan pantheon as Odin or Thor.

Samstag, 5. Mai 2018

Voices from the other side

A lot has been said about the rumours of the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) by the European nuclear research organisation CERN being used to open portals into other dimensions in the Silicon Valley-owned yellow press for conspiracy theories otherwise known as social media. It is a subject that is easy to dismiss maybe for self-proclaimed sceptics, but I can say with certainty that it is not a subject you are truly qualified to comment on unless you have the necessary first hand experience.

It was in November 2016 that I took a rather unnecessarily complicated train route through Eastern France to catch one of the very rare performances by a pioneering German post-punk band in Grenoble. The train I took passed through the Ain department commune of Gex under which most of the LHC runs its circular path, intersecting it in two locations. I actually expected that fact to be no more than a footnote in a status update on travelling somewhere in Europe's middle of nowhere, akin to crossing the former inner-German border or other such instantly shrugged-off little travel factoids. What actually happened was ultimately a lot more memorable, albeit deeply discomforting and disturbing.

I was - to my memory - alone in my train compartment, being your standard modern man tapping away at a smartphone screen with one hand, being your standard rock 'n' roll troglodyte nursing a qualitatively questionable lager with the other, contemplating my punishingly uninteresting aforementioned travel tidbit when from out of nowhere I heard a voice talking to me. I turned around responding to the question I thought I heard. There was no one to be seen anywhere, and I wasn't all that sure what the question was or if it really was a question I actually heard. You know the lager, it wasn't the first, and considering the distance from Northern Germany to the French-Swiss border the last night of sleep was a fair bit in the past by then as well. But the voice returned, repeating what it said, or so I was somewhat sure. Still there was no one to be seen upon turning around and examining the compartment, and as for the content of what was said, well, it's where it gets a bit strange anyway.

You see, when I was spoken to - and I had a clear feeling that I was being addressed directly - I had something of an inner knowledge (for lack of a better term) of what was being said, some inner certainty of understanding, but I did not actually consciously understand the language that was spoken. I could not even identify, it was like nothing in terms of languages that I was familiar with. It feels odd using the word "alien", as you feel your credibility slipping away the instant you utter it, like "why don't you go to a talk show and talk about seeing a saucer and being abducted", but the voice speaking to me, the language it used, could only properly be described with that word, because it truly was alien. Imagine the most abrasive elements of Eastern European/Slavic languages amplified into almost a grinding noise at times, spoken with an unsettlingly inhuman intonation that had something of backmasking and pitchshifting an octave below your average human voice. An odd, unsettling experience, to say the least, but being my usual self I followed my first instinct to take a big sip from my can of beer and try to shrug it off as the common trickery the human brain likes to play on itself in times of stress and exhaustion.

Then it spoke again. Louder, more clearly.

"Why are you trespassing in my domain?"

I wouldn't know how to respond, not even in which direction since there's nobody to be seen to address, and certainly not in which language since while for whatever reason I can understand what is spoken, I would have no knowledge whatsoever to speak the language myself. "Ask the conductor" is what I mumbled in response when I heard the voice the first time, but by now I was uncomfortable enough to try to not be rude again. And it repeated.

"Why are you trespassing in my domain?"

Seconds passed in silence and I'm frozen, feeling the numbing beginnings of fear crawling under my skin.

"I will not tolerate intrusion. I see you all as you pass my realm as if it is yours. I will protect what is mine, and take what is yours as compensation for your invasions."

No matter how alien and inhuman the sound to this voice was, I could clearly identify an intense urgency to what it was saying. It was a matter of serious concern not only to the entity - another word to raise calls to send me off to a trash television talk show - speaking, but to those it was addressing. The grave reality and seriousness of its threat could be clearly heard in every nuance of its intonation. It was clear that the consequences for those living in or passing through the region, or perhaps our entire planet, would be of utmost gravity. I can remember today as if it was yesterday the sick feeling to my stomach caused by the existential fear this threat raised in me on both a conscious and subconscious level. It took quite some time for myself to recover from what really felt like a state of shock the moment this inhuman declaration of retribution drilled itself into my brain in its already unsettling form as an alien voice from no identifiable direction. For a moment so brief, it was ultimately one with a lasting traumatic effect.

The voice itself had already been gone by then. The train had already passed the vicinity of the LHC. It's a relatively small area and at the speed an average train is going you don't spend much time in the direct area. It might be a relief to think that maybe the retribution promised by the entity would be confined only to that particular area that is small in size and limited in population, but from the power that could be felt through the voice speaking to me, it would be far more likely to assume that its impact would stretch much further and affect a lot more. It is an unsettling aspect for myself to consider about the world of today, as there is neither much in terms of specifics to deliberately plan for or more importantly a timetable on when to expect the consequence of this development. All I know is that something will be coming in the foreseeable future and that there really is no way we can properly prepare for it.