As men in society we must strive to be wise and in accordance with Natural Law. It is our role to be the fundamental logical minds of our families and by extension society. The man serves himself as a keeper of his temple (body) by maintaining its beauty and sanctity. By doing so we become conduits of the divine will of the Gods. When we act with righteousness, we are their hands. When we act with wisdom, we shape the reality around us with their divine will with enthusiasm (divine possession) and intellect. A father who properly guides his family acts as the high priest of his own home by maintaining, not only his personal temple/body, but also his external temple/home. He guides his family by establishing the customs of his ancestors within his home and guiding his loved ones to achieve a stronger bond with the divine. A communal priest achieves the same function but guides, not only his family, but his community as a whole bearing the understanding that the temple is the reality we live in. We are the guests within the home (this reality) of the Heavenly Hosts, the Gods.

The world we live in values weak and misguided men while seldomly giving heed to those who impact their communities positively. Be the example, and reestablish the hero cults of yesteryear. Educate yourself on your own shortcomings so you can properly lead yourself, your loved ones, and your community to Goodness. Conquer the battles with your ego and use that same fiery sword to benefit the world you live in.

Hail the Ever-Wise and Eternal Gods. May they bless us in our struggles.

In order for a teacher to fill his or her role masterfully, they must also master the role of being a student. Only the curious mind can quench the thirst of curiosity.

ᚷ • ᛗ • ᚻ

Fellowships between men can become brutal,
But with time even bludgeoning hail from heaven wanes to water.
Battle-sweat furnishes fields with flowers,
And time alone mellows the finest mead.
‘Tis better to heal your friend-bonds than let them wither over footling foolishness.

Wordhoard:

Battle-sweat - blood

Footling - petty

Extensive knowledge, within any subject, means nothing without a foundation of wisdom.

May Lady Easter lighten your mind, lend you might, and bless you with delightful days.

May Sigfather sow victory to surmount your struggles over evil and strife.

Hail the Gods. Bestowers of blessings.

Here’s poem I made about a slain hero being sent back to Miðgarð from Valhall to restore cosmic order.

Valhall’s winds wind from the High-One’s mouth to Its heroes.
Herjan’s men are made merry with the holy mead of Heiðrun.
And fed well by Sæhrimnir’s meat.
A far-famed warrior was I, and fell by Jólnir’s flame.
Gleefully I sit upon the golden seats of Gautr.
Miðgarðr mourns the loss of Her glory,
The folk have forsaken the grace of the Good Gods.
A call is heard, the dead hark the will of the High Host.
He calls for war, and balance to be made.
“Make evil quake and spears shake. Their time is nigh. Thou must go. Evil men must die!”
On to Earth I am sent, to sow order and uphold Orlög.
Allfather’s will I uphold until I am no more.

Here’s a poem I was inspired to write about seeking guidance from the Allfather.

Mjötuðr’s mead flows forth from the skald’s mouth.
Marking the minds of men who seek merit of memory’s blessing.
Beckon Bolverkr upon the mound’s summit.
Seek sight from His mighty spear, and let Him sit within your mind.
Ettin’s evils inside you shall be emptied evermore.
Within their stead will wisdom be woven.
Óthinn oft bestows boons when sought earnestly by the broken.

The diversity of religious traditions belonging to respected races and cultures can be summed up in an analogy of a mountain range. Some mountains take you closer to the sky (the divine) than others, and the paths which lead you to the summit of the specific mountains are the Gods of these traditions.
It is our place as humans to follow the Gods of our respected traditions with virtue and piety. To embody their traits so that we may become more like them, and in the end, become one of their vessels to be a tool for cosmic order here in this realm.
Certain traditions, such as Abrahamic ones, or the Aghori tradition of Hinduism, will not lead you to the summit and therefore will not bring you closer to Heaven.
The convergent nature of Truth does not mean that it is subjective. Just because many springs of water share a singular source doesn’t mean that all of them are clean.

Art -
“Odin ja Korpit” by Þuustikki

We have this.
It is called Anglo-Saxon Paganism / Heathenry.

The Heathen man has a responsibility to protect his family and people. If you aren’t allowed to carry a weapon, at least train in some form of unarmed combat.
In light of certain killings that are happening in our homelands we must take action and be prepared to protect ourselves and our loved ones when the time comes. These mindless drones who stand idly by while they watch their kinsmen be slain are just as guilty as the murderers themselves.
Be different, European man.
Defend your folk
Defend your honor.
Hail our Gods,
Hail our forebears,
And Hail our Folk.

Indeed, the burial grounds of our ancestors are classrooms, and we, the living, are their students.
To understand their wisdom, we must emulate them by silencing our minds and flesh.
Hail to the Elves and Disir.

In recent time, scientists have discovered floating clouds of alcohol mixed with methanol (an extremely flammable form of alcohol) and sugar in our galaxy. But not just any sugar. Specifically erythrulose, the sugar that occurs in raspberries. The significance of this is great because, without erythrulose or methanol, life on earth would not have formed. To get an idea, erythrulose is the genetic backbone of DNA and RNA.
Methanol transformed into amino acids and RNA components.

How does this apply to Pagans?
In the Greek tradition the nymph Ida feeds baby Zeus raspberries. While she is out gathering them, she is plucked by the thorns of the raspberry bush and her blood drops onto the berries giving them their red color.
Erythrose is associated with red colored fruits and when it oxidizes turns into a red color. Perhaps our Germanic ancestors compared this to the red color of apples,(although unrelated to erythrulose) and from that we get the apples of Iðunn that sustain the Gods.
What I’m getting at is that a foundational building block of life is found in the galaxy and the connection of it being used as a nourishment of our reality (Zeus) is expressed within Ancient Greek myth.

What about the clouds of alcohol?
Interestingly, there is a connection between Zeus and Woden within our ancient myths as well. Zeus drinks ambrosia, a drink that is associated with fermented honey or mead to maintain immortality, and Woden in Germanic myth survives on mead.
I’ll also point out that honey obviously is connected to my previous points with sugar, but I digress.
In Germanic myth as well, the blood (blood is connected with water in Germanic culture) of Kvasir was mixed with honey to create the mead of poetry.
Methanol interacted with Earth’s early oceans and hydrothermal vents to form the first organic compounds, sugars, proteins that would go on to form all life on our planet!

It is quite amazing how our ancestors through divine inspiration and living in harmony with the cosmos were given such deep insight into reality that we are only now beginning to rediscover with modern science.

The Infancy of Zeus
By Nicolaes Pietersz Berchem
1648