A sip from Mimir's well
Lately I've seen a lot of misinformation and negative propaganda about what Germanic Paganism really is about. As a few others, I also think that is important to speak up, to at least show to those that are in the path of reconecting with their roots, that this propaganda may not be true. This video is sort of a VR (Video Response) to a video made by Odelsarven about the same topic: Pagan polygamy? you can watch his video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzcWPAC-iDQ
To learn more about your pagan roots I highly recommend the following channels:
Marie Cachet - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLM6JlQkQ9tltBL9Bipci9g
Odelsarven - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTSINzlNFh4r6P75UGveOrA
You can also find many old texts about paganism in: https://archive.org/
In part three of the "Axe safety tips" series, I show you the safest technique I know for splitting kindling with an axe.
On April 23, 1910, Theodore Roosevelt gave what would become one of the most widely quoted speeches of his career. In the most memorable part of his “Citizenship in a Republic” speech, Roosevelt was able to capture his life philosophy in just a few sentences. This section is known today as: "the man in the arena"
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul
"If—" by Rudyard Kipling.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
In Norse culture, the concept of luck, or Hamingja, had nothing to do with our modern understanding of it, as a product of coincidence or chance. We inherited Hamingja from our ancestors, and we could grow or strenghten our Hamingja by performing honourable acts or good deeds. The beauty of seeing luck and honour this way, is that it makes us responsible for our own fate and the fate of our descendants.
"Cattle die, and kinsmen die,
and so one dies one's self;
one thing I now that never dies,
the fame of a dead man's deeds."
- Hávamál, H.A.Bellows translation.
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Traditional manly skills that every young folk should know.