New Broadcast! - Mythos
Myth is the Source Code of Man
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For those who know "The old ways are the only ways, all else is pageantry", there's Hyperborean Radio with Jeff and Ike in the Morning; speaking the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.
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Myth is the Source Code of Man
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For those who know "The old ways are the only ways, all else is pageantry", there's Hyperborean Radio with Jeff and Ike in the Morning; speaking the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.
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Listen on your favorite platform or:
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Apple Podcast
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https://heraldofhyperborea.substack.com/p/hertha-the-germanic-mother-earth Another of my older articles reposted to Substack for posterity
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Hertha, The Germanic Mother Earth?
A Deep Dive on The Most Widely Known German God
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Forwarded from 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖙: 𝕲𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖖𝖚𝖊
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Forwarded from The American Spirit
Rouge Bouquet
by Emmet Watson
Kilmer and Watson Served Together in France in WW1
by Emmet Watson
"In a woods they call the Rouge Bouquet
There is a new-made grave today,
Built by never a spade nor pick,
Yet covered with earth ten meters thick.
There lie many fighting men,
Dead in their youthful prime,
Never to laugh nor love again
Or taste of the summer time;
For death came flying through the air
And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,
Touched his prey -
And left them there -
Clay to clay.
He hid their bodies stealthily
In the soil of the land they sought to free,
And fled away.
Now over the grave abrupt and clear
Three volleys ring;
And perhaps their brave young spirits hear
The bugle sing:
“Go to sleep!
Go to sleep!
Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.
Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,
You will not need them any more.
Danger’s past;
Now at last,
Go to sleep!”
There is on earth no worthier grave
To hold the bodies of the brave
Than this place of pain and pride
Where they nobly fought and nobly died.
Never fear but in the skies
Saints and angels stand
Smiling with their holy eyes
On this new-come band.
St. Michael’s sword darts through the air
And touches the aureole on his hair
As he sees them stand saluting there,
His stalwart sons;
And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill
Rejoice that in veins of warriors still
The Gael’s blood runs.
And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,
From the wood called Rouge Bouquet
A delicate cloud of bugle notes
That softly say:
“Farewell!
Farewell!
Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!
Your souls shall be where the heroes are
And your memory shine like the morning-star.
Brave and dear,
Shield us here.
Farewell!”-The Wood Called Rouge Bouquet by Joyce Kilmer 1918Kilmer and Watson Served Together in France in WW1
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