Have you ever seen the holy places of your forebears? Have you stood in the grove and heard your name spoken? Not the name of your current vessel, but your true name that has lived in a thousand skins. Seek out the holy place where you were named and named again, you will hear a thousand year old word spoken and you will know who you are.
Have you ever seen the holy places of your forebears? Have you stood in the grove and heard your name spoken...
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Seek out your name, it is there, you must only find it
Don't trust any gods but the ones in your blood
Cool turd. Come out your butt?
Have you ever wondered why an ancient tree gives you such a feeling of awe? Its because you were named under one a thousand times. Blood remembers even if the mind does not.
Have you searched, friend? Do you wish to unlock the power of your blood? All peoples have an Odinn, you need only rediscover what they tried to hide from you.
It doesn't matter if its a thousand years or ten thousand, your blood knows the secrets
Do you want to give all of your knowledge and experience to your descendants? Then find the knowledge and experiences of your forebears that has been hiding in your family since the vain gods servants forced its teachings on them.
Do you feel your local church call to you? Its not the church calling, its the hof its built upon and the powers that dwell therein.
Do you have a minute to talk about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ?
He might be important for the jews but the blood in my veins is not jewish. Is yours?
Seek it
Judeochristians will hang by their necks when the one eyed conqueror comes back
We will welcome back into the fold those we can, but those whose blood is too diluted will have no choice but death or exile.
Join us, brothers and sisters, and rediscover in yourself those who came before
Walk around your ancestral lands, the place will call to you if you listen. It will fill your heart with joy and you will know it isn't the first time. For Odinn to die we all must fade, they tried and failed to supress our soul, now they see it didn't work so they try instead to dilute our blood and our memories with it. Resistance is our duty, my dear fellows, never give in.
Nah man. Blood magic is strictly forbidden.
By whom?
I heard my name whispered on the breeze. Siren song sweet and soothing to my ears. A thousand voices of heavenly lilt, in unison, murmured "dickhead, your name is dickhead"
Tears rolled from my eyes as a million truths were revealed to me and I put my finger in my butt. I know the way now. The light is bright on the horizon. Jelly beans and red skittles are the key. I must go now and help those that know not the bliss I have seen.
Are you willing to explain how the contents of human blood can store memories?
Hahaha thats gold. Humor is a gift from the gods, friend, its good to see they haven't been able to take it from you.
I'm not a scientist, and if it is in the blood or something else I have no idea, its only a phrase to make the concept easier to understand. I would imagine its something in dna or whatever but what it is is less important than what it does. I only know what I see when I visit the Hof, I can only hope others are as lucky as me to find theirs. Seek it if you can
We must remove the jewish houses of worship they built over our Hofs so that future generations can recieve the ancient wisdom
The eye of Odinn is blue, if yours are too he lives in you.
The forest air smells as fresh as ever, it smelled the same when these trees were not yet seeds in the earth, and it will smell the same once the acorns now aloft have roots deep as the foundations of the mountains. You can smell them all, and hear their whispers until the hills rest on the bottom of the sea.
My finger smells like poo
Thats a shame, laugardagr was yesterday
It tastes like poo too
Seek your Hof if you want to remember
He gave me rohypnol, all i remember is his fingers tasted like poo too
What do i must do?
>Start asking trees if the remember you
No.
Intrying to pinpoint my "ancestral lands" being that I am 25% Austrian(germanic?), 25% French (saxon?), 25% irish, 25% Italian I ended up at an Applebees where a waitress called me "Sir"
I'm sorry for you, user, it will be hard to pinpoint where your soul comes from. I am lucky that I live in the same place my forebears have lived for millennia. Find where your soul comes from, your soul is the memory of your forebears.
My hof told me my soul is in my butt, I have been searching there buy I can't find it?
1. Alll of the "holy places" existed before hard science
2. We are an evolutionary accident. There are not "gods" and we are dead after a roughly 80 year lifespan.
3. /thread.
Ever heard of DNA? It stores the memory of both your parents and their ancestors for thousands of generations.
The gods are within, not without, thats a jewish perspective. They evolved with us for millennia to guide us. The christians tried to make us forget but we can no more forget our gods than a child can forget fear of fire. They are our instincts personified, the lives and experiences of our forebears since time immemorial.
the wisdom and experience of out ancestors is coiled within us awaiting our attention
Spread the word far and wide, brothers and sisters.
Right, they are within my butt but so far I have only found faecal matter and fun round thing that makes my dinkie tingle when I rub it. What am I doing wrong?
The stones, the trees, the shapes of the mountains and the color of the seas, you've seen it all with a thousand eyes.
Remember!
Poop is brown.
Go to museums, see the artifacts of your ancestors and remember
Thanks for the bumps, you're helping a good cause. Heil Odinn
>buzzfeed
Now thats just sad
They are documenting the artifacts of our ancestors?
No sweetcorn in those days I see
Remember!
Be Warned :- there follows, no less than, the cretinous scrapings of a crippled intellect:
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>Have you ever seen the holy places of your forebears? Have you stood in the grove and heard your name spoken? Not the name of your current vessel, but your true name that has lived in a thousand skins. Seek out the holy place where you were named and named again, you will hear a thousand year old word spoken and you will know who you are.
I did this. All I could hear was...
"Tim".
I'm not even called Tim. The ancients are dumb as fuck.
your ancestors and ancient traditions were clearly not worth saving, I pity your godless ways
Nice job with the punctuation and inconsistent capitalization. Way to seem like the more intelligent one
We've slept for a thousand years, but blue eyes are waking and casting off the jewish yoke. Join your ancestors, whoever they are. All peoples have their gods, you only need to look within.
Heyy...nice Elon...
I doubt that, the good gods wouldn't give you a greek jewish name. Perhaps your blood is too diluted to focus, I'm sorry for you.