The Celtic Druids never wrote down their ways or customs. They thought that if the knowledge of the Druids got into the wrong hands the results could be catastrophic. And their ways would be corrupted.
Today this goes to the point of quality over quanity. Not every thing is for the masses. Druidry and Magick certainly were and are not. Numbers aren't always important. As long as the right people know, even if it is just a few. That's all it takes for a tribe or a spiritual way to grow and succeed.
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Just sharing here in case anyone would like to use it.

This could easily be interpreted as a prayer to our gods and ethereal family during our unprecedented circumstances.

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Veles (Volos): Lord of the forest

The Slavs initially believed that Veles exclusively appears in the shape of a bear even though he is able to transform into various other animals that he protects. In later scriptures, like almost all major gods, Veles became a demon, lost his primary functions and was associated with the devil and the underworld probably because of his human form that looked like a strong, young man with horns. Like most gods of the ancient Slavs, Veles too was a warrior god who was willing to fight to defend his domain. The Slavs respected him because they saw him as a god on which their survival depended on.

The Slavic Horned lord, ruled horned animals, earth, waters and Underworld, associated with dragons, cattle, magic, musicians, wealth and trickery. He was imagined to be (at least partially) serpentine, with horns (of bull, ram or some other domesticated herbivore), and a long beard. He has many associations with wealth and the magical forces of the spirit world.

In southern Slav tradition Veles is known as the Lord of the forest, and there he’s a wolf god, Lord of all wolves. He later became St. Vlaho, patron saint of Croatian city of Dubrovnik. This connection is implied in a folk tale about St. Vlaho in which he persuades the wolf to return his prey safe and sound. Other than that, according to a legend from Dubrovnik, Vlaho was a friend to all beasts who used to live among them and heal them. There’s also an interesting belief among all of the Slavs that once a year, summoned by their master all of the forest creatures gather at the center of the forest. The image of Veles as a bear might have come from the Slav belief that the Bear is the king of the forest that protects and takes care of all other animals, plants and the forest itself. The bond between Volos and animals goes so far that some believe that his very name originated from the word vlas which means a single strand of hair or fur. Because of that, Volos is sometimes called the bear god.
Later his image changed to one of a bull, probably under the influence of Christianity. When Christianity really caught on he became St. Vlasiy, a Russian saint, portrayed as an old shepherd guiding his sheep. This claim is backed up by the fact that in Novgorod, Russia the temple of St. Vlasiy was built on the exact spot where Volos’ idol stood for centuries and of course, this ’’transfer of functions“ was really common. There is a difference though, this Christian saint, St. Vlasiy, is considered the patron saint and protector of the cattle and Volos was first and foremost the god of the wild who shape-shifted into wild and dangerous animals. In fact, in Russia, Veles had the image of a one-eyed giant so there’s a theory that his name comes from the adjective velij which means big.
It is said that Perun, the god of thunder, and Veles are sworn enemies, a metaphor for the eternal battle against heaven and earth. Perun wins but Veles always grows again.

There’s no doubt that this god was held in high regard by all of the Slavs. He was a prominent figure in the mythology of all Slav tribes, especially the eastern and the southern ones. Veles is the only god, except Perun, that was respected and worshiped among all Slav tribes.

According to the early Slavic people, especially those who lived in heavily forested areas, Leshy (or Lesnik) was masculine and mortal, humanoid creature that could punish for killing an animal from his own herd, without permission.He was the most powerful ruler of the forest and wildlife. He ruled over success, hunting and happiness, took care of pets, and helped the poor.
All plants, fruits and animals in the forest belonged to him. Each forest was believed to have its own guard. Leshy, who drew its power from the surrounding trees. A strong forest had a guard with more power than the weaker one.
Many Slavic tales mention forest wanderers, who encountered Leshy, and the course of this meeting often depended on whether a person had something bad on his conscience or not.He was depicted in human form or dressed in animal skins and his symbolic animal was represented by a deer and a wolf.
Some believed that Leshy was an earthly materialization of Bog Veles, a god of cattle and of wildlife, meanwhile others considered Leshy as a servant of Veles.
Leshy could easily change its size and height, but he was seldom seen, though his powerful laughing, whistling, or singing was clearly heard. When he was occasionally spotted, he was easily recognized because he had the appearance of a very tall man with unnaturally white face, whose hair resembled pine needles and his skin had bark-like appearance. His right ear, eyebrows and eyelashes were missing, his head was somewhat pointed.
For our forefathers forest was almost a sacred sphere, perhaps for many of us, this special place is sacred even today, because its history is much longer than human history.

An Account of the Danes and Norwegians in England, Scotland, and Ireland, by J. J. A. Worsaae—A Project Gutenberg eBook
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/55409/55409-h/55409-h.htm

I misjudged Scottish Hair Man.

Although I can’t see past the hair running of

https://youtu.be/L_nTNyIVCrU

https://youtu.be/olGboZY1MWk

I know not all of you are fans of Tolkien due to his catholic background, but this is still a really fantastic scene from the movie series and is inspired directly from the Saga of the Volsungs in which the shards of Sigmund’s broken sword are reforged into Gram which becomes Sigurd/Siegfried’s sword that he slays Fafnir with and gains great fame and victory. And given that swords are so often phallic symbols, Anduril being aptly titled “Flame of the West” after its remaking is definitely a nice metaphor for reincarnation and the return of masculinity and fertility, along with Elrond’s wisdom for Aragorn: “become who you were born to be”

I have nothing but contempt for the bottom feeders of the idiot dissident right. They’re telling people not to vote at all, meanwhile all the states that were solidly red are going blue as more and more foreigners replace the white foundational stock of this country.

If you care about this country, get away from the dolts and put your energy toward turning the tables. Politics is rigged, we know it. Trump isn’t perfect. But we should not abandon what agency we have when our enemies use all and any avenue to destroy us.

Everyone whines and cries when I tell them to get over their attachment to the fake contrived country of America and begin to tribalize ethnically because America without a Kelto-Teutonic majority isn’t worth fighting for but our ethno-culture is. I stand by it because if America sinks but the tribe survives, that’s still a win. If the tribe succumbs to genocide but Afro-Hispano America survives, is that a win? Fight for the tribe. Fight for America so long as it shelters the tribe. The second the tables turn, jump ship and join the fight in a white nation with stronger demographics.

https://youtu.be/tc0R7XFuq3I

Those of us who are called, or perhaps fated, to walk in the footsteps of our ancestor-healers -- the men and women who knew the spirits of our plant and animal kin and would call upon them as family allies -- we have to understand that healing under our current circumstances is a very different matter than when we still lived as a natural people.

In our natural state, to heal was to support the body's and the community's own inborn restorative processes to return to balance and harmony. In our current era, to heal is to make war. To help to our brothers and sisters targeted for opioid addiction is to make war. To help our children escape the clutches of grooming gangs is to make war. To perform the rituals that bring us into harmony with our ancestors and our lands -- our blood and soil -- is to make war.

I think if we are to survive and ultimately thrive, we need to evolve a new (or perhaps recover a forgotten) archetype to meet the bizarre warfare being perpetrated against us: the healer-warrior. The shaman, the seer, the völva, the vitki, must understand the inherently martial nature of our fated vocation. We must never forget that everything we do, for ourselves, for others, for no one in particular, all of it feeds into either our victory or our defeat. Our gods and our ancestors lived and breathed war for long millennia. They lead and guide us. They know how to do this even if we've forgotten.