Why I am not a Christian (and you shouldn't be one either).

[Breanna]

Religion itself is very valuable, especially fear of a god, for making people behave in certain ways. If you want the men of your civilization to be strong and warrior-like, you have a religion with a Valhalla or a Muslim heaven of 70 virgins. If you want women to be virtuous, you write passages in a holy book like proverbs 31 so that they act virtuous out of fear of god.

I wouldn't want to live in a completely atheist society. A people needs its myths and its mysteries to motivate people and to lift them beyond the drudge of day-to-day life. I love mythology and religion, I find it fascinating, but I'm no Armstrong. I like the original post, Lord Akins. It wasn't a boring monologue, it was funny, it didn't have pages and pages of pictures and wiki links to scroll through. Two thumbs up from me.

[Roy Wagahuski]

Originally Posted by steve

Of course something was lost, it is called ethnic and cultural integrity. Purity of our own native White culture and tradition was lost, it was compromised by Semitic pollution.

People like me want to see that pollution expunged from our race and culture.

Insincere. Your problem is you don't believe your own (ancestors') bullshit. You adopt ancient religious forms as fashion accessories, and whatever irregular observance to the 'faith' you pretend to practice is meaningless because your cynical materialist mind knows better, like your pagan revivalist contemporaries mouthing prayers to forgotten gods who should have stayed forgotten.

If one needs to affect belief in an idea, it does not belong to him.

Then again, the man didn't call you fakins for nothing.

[Tom Joad]

Originally Posted by Roy Wagahuski

Insincere. Your problem is you don't believe your own (ancestors') bullshit. You adopt ancient religious forms as fashion accessories, and whatever irregular observance to the 'faith' you pretend to practice is meaningless because your cynical materialist mind knows better, like your pagan revivalist contemporaries mouthing prayers to forgotten gods who should have stayed forgotten.

If one needs to affect belief in an idea, it does not belong to him.

Then again, the man didn't call you fakins for nothing.

But you are looking at religion from a Christian "true believer" perspective; which has nothing to do with the ancient native pagan religions of Europe.

Paganism for Europeans works a lot like Judaism does for Jews.

Judaism is the worship of the Jewish ethnicity.

The Jews see their god, Yahweh, as the sum collective of all the kelim (vessels of light) that exist as separate particles of god-light in each Jew.

Jews believe that when a Jew dies, the kelim returns to Yahweh, so Yahweh is like a big composition of Jewish spiritual power. Yahweh is the collective essence of world Jewry.

European paganism works in much the same way - when we honor the native gods and goddesses of our ancestors, what we are really worshiping is our own race and culture. We are worshiping what we are as a people - our ethnic identity, separate from all other races.

[Tom Joad]

Of Tir nan’Og and the Aes Sidhe

Long ago, before the dawn of the ages, there was naught but the depths of a vast emptiness which was the goddess Domnann, who existed from the beginning of time, dwelling alone without companionship until at last there came forth from out of the shadows of her darkness, Net, the god of disruption. And through the power of his will Net did cause the stillness of Domnann’s void to be disturbed so that the darkness became divided and matter and form took shape where before there was only space and emptiness. And into this void was born Ernmas, the goddess of the earth, and Tuireann the god of the sky. And Ernmas did lie beneath Tuireann so that she was covered by him and from their union was born Bel, the god of the sun, and Danand, the goddess of the moon.

And the brightness of the sun shone upon the earth during the day, and the light of the moon by night. Great was the warmth and brilliance of Bel, which caused Danand to be filled with desire and longing for him, so that she was wont to follow after him as he traversed the heavens. Through her wiles she did seduce him and they became lovers. From their union was born the race of gods who are called the Aes Sidhe, and who were known of old as the Tuatha DéDanann, or People of Danand.

Many were the number of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and among them were Lir, lord of the depths of the oceans; and Manannan his son, ruler of the waves of the seas; and Dagda the good, who is a generous helper unto all; and his daughter, Brighid the maiden, protectress of growing things; and Diancecht the healer, physician of the gods; and Goibniu the smith, master of the forge and metalwork; and Oghma the eloquent, greatest of all bards and scholars; and Nuada, the warrior of the gods and defender of their race; and Midhir, guardian of the treasures that lie buried deep beneath the earth. These and many more numbered among the Tuatha Dé Danann.

Yet the Tuatha Dé Danann were not the only children who were born to the generation of Tuireann and Ernmass, for there existed an elder race of beings called the Formoraig who likewise came forth from their union. But so wicked and malevolent were these monstrous creatures that Tuireann could not bear to look upon them, and he ordained that they should be cast into the sea. But the sea did not consume them, and the Formoraig took to living amidst the waters of the ocean, and they did travel upon its waves. And in the cold, dark, northern lands of the earth they made their kingdom, far from Tuireann’s gaze.

And so the Formoraig being banished from the fellowship of the Tuatha Dé Danann came to dwell in Lochlann, on account of their great cruelty and ruthlessness; all save but one named Samthainn, who in his youth was beloved by all the gods for his playful nature, as he delighted them with his mirth and merriment. In time he grew to a handsome form, but for the antlers that grew forth from his head, so that he was called Cerna, meaning the Horned One, by all the Tuatha Dé Danann. And he was given charge of watching over their flocks in the fields and the herds of animals that dwelt in the forests of their country which was called Tir nan’Og.

Now Tir nan’Og was an island that lay far out to sea, beyond the north winds, in the midst of the great ocean; and it was the fairest of all places in the world. In the heart of that isle spread a vast plain called Mag Mell. Broad and green were its fields and meadows, where grew countless groves of apple trees upon whose silver branches were borne golden fruits; so that it was sometimes called Emhain Abhlach, the Isle of Apples.

Upon this fair plain stood the Tobar Segais, or Well of Knowledge, from which five streams did flow. There five salmon did swim who fed upon the nuts of nine hazel trees that grew about the well. Fine was the weather there, and age came not to those who dwelt in that land, but all who lived there did remain young and strong and beautiful.

And those who did dwell there had built four magnificent cities; Fálias to the north, Gorias to the east, Findias to the south, and Murias to the west. In each of these four cities there stood a watchtower overlooking the land of Tir nan’Og wherein four great masters of knowledge and learning, skilled in the arts of enchantment and magic held forth. Morfesa of Falias, Esras of Gorias, Uiscias of Findias, and Semias of Murias. They were the guardians of four great treasures, and were the teachers of the Aes Sidhe from whom they learned great wisdom and skills.

And it happened that one day Brighid, the daughter of Dagda, was alone having wandered into the wilderness, for she was fond of all manner of herbs and green things and had great knowledge of their powers and uses. And in her wandering she ventured into the realm of Cerna who dwelt deep in the forests and was master of all the animals who lived there; for he more than any of the other gods was the most wild and feral among them.

Now Cerna had never seen such a fair and beautiful maiden as Brighid, and no sooner had he caught but a glimpse of her was he smitten with a deep longing to have her. But frightened was she of his strange appearance, for he was arrayed in rustic apparel wearing garments of green oak leaves and having antlers upon his head, so that she fled from his company. Yet did Cerna pursue her until she relented and the two became lovers, and from their union was born the race of man.

This did not bode well for Brighid for she was much beloved by Tuireann, and when he discovered her tryst with Cerna he set about to punish them. Taking a blade forged by Goibniu, Tuireann gave it unto Brian, and told him to go forth to the realm of Cerna and lay waste to it, so that the race of man could no longer look only to their father, the horned one, to aid them in seeking their livelihood by hunting and herding the beasts which he ruled, but that they should thereafter have to seek out the other gods of the Tuatha Dé Dannan to assist them in their toils and labours in raising crops by the sweat of their brows.

And because mankind had been conceived from the tryst of Brighid with the Horned One, Tuireann decreed that the race of man should not bide in the landof Tir nan’Og, but that they must forever dwell in the mortal lands of the earth. And for this reason their life there would not be unending, but that they should be mortal, wherefore age and death would come to them. Then did he cause a veil of mist to fall about Tir nan’Og so that it disappeared and could not be found by those who did dwell in the mortal world.

And after this was accomplished, Tuireann banished Cerna from the land of Tir nan’Og and sent him thenceforth unto Tech Duinn, the realm of ghosts and departed spirits; taking from him his oaken staff and giving him a crown of holly leaves, saying, “Thou art Donn, the dark one, for thou hast brought death upon those whom thou hast given life. Depart now from this land and go forth to rule over the kingdom of the dead.”

And when Cerna had taken the crown of holly leaves given him by Tuireann, the leaves of oak that made up the vestments of his apparel, which formerly appeared green and bright, began to wither and fade. Then did Cerna speak unto Tuireann, saying, “I shall not bide there alone,” and he told Tuireann that while Brighid was with him she had eaten of the berries of the rowan that grew amid the trees of his forest, and because she had partaken of them she was bound to dwell with him. Unto which Tuireann replied “Only for a season.”

And Tuireann decreed that from Imbolc to Samhain, the goddess Brighid would dwell among the Tuatha Dé Dannan and thereafter, while in the realm of the dead, she should not be seen in the shape of the beautiful maiden that had filled Cerna’s heart with longing, but as Morrigan, a haggard old crone who appears to wayfarers as three dark birds of death, Nemain, Macha and Badb, who stand at the entrance to Tech Duinn croaking out the warning “Do not enter, keep away, pass by!”

And so it came to pass that when Brighid went forth to dwell in the land of the dead each Samhain at the ending of the harvest season, the earth became dark and cold, and growing things would wither and fade, so that during this season the race of man might survive only by bringing death and slaughter to the beasts of the forests and fields.

But upon her return to Tir nan’Og each spring she would go at dawn on the morning of Imbolc to the well of youth and drink the water therefrom and be transformed once again into a fair and beautiful maiden whose touch turns the grass to green once more. Then would the days grow longer and brighter, and the earth become bountiful once again; and so men would return to the plough and seek the blessings of the gods upon their crops.

And as a reminder to all that life and death are forever connected one to the other, it was the legacy of Cerna that the serpent, whose bite is the most deadly of all creatures, should come forth from the depths of the earth each spring to bide among the forests and fields as a symbol that death is ever present wherever there is life. Yet even as the serpent doth shed its skin to be renewed, so too does new life come forth from death also.

But lo, a prophecy was foretold by Brighid, that a day should come when the gods themselves must take leave of their own immortal land, even as her children had been banished from its shores by Tuireann's pride, so too would the Tuatha De Danann be made to flee and seek refuge amid the mortal lands of the earth. And likewise, as Cerna had been cast out and sent forth to dwell within the nether realm, it should come to pass that the race of men would someday compel all the gods to live amid the hollow places under the earth in the land that they should come to dwell in.


The Exodus of the Tuatha Dé Danann

Now it came to pass that Iobath, together with his son Baath, of the tribe of Neimheadh, had left Ireland in a journey to the northern land of Lochlann, but in the course of their voyage, their ship was blown astray in a storm that fell upon them at sea, and so their vessel was set adrift until they happened upon the fair and peaceful shores of the Isle of Tir nan’Og.

There they were greeted by the Tuatha Dé Danann who welcomed them and bid them to stay on their isle. And in that graceful land Baath and Iobath found a new home and did take wives of the Danann women, and they did learn Druidry, and knowledge, and prophecy, and magic until they were proficient in the arts of sorcerery and enchantment. And by the seed of their generation was their blood mingled with that of the gods, so that their progeny dwelt in the land of Tir nan’Og among the Tuatha Dé Danann. Gods were their men of arts and non-gods were their husbandmen. They knew the incantations of Druids, and charioteers, and trappers, and cup-bearers.

Now the Fomoraig learned that mortal men had come to dwell in Tir nan'Og, and their minds were wrought with envy that the Tuatha De Danann had given their daughters as wives unto these men. And through their jealousy, the toughts of the Fomoraig turned to deceiving the gods, that they might lay claim to their isle. Therefore the chiefs of the Fomoraig held council to decide how they should proceed in their plan, and they resolved to send forth Elada son of Delbaeth, the most noble prince of their race, to go to Tir nan'Og that he might beget a child by one of the daughters of the Tuatha De Danann. And by the spells and enchantments of their Druids, Elatha was transformed into the likeness of a fair-haired handsome warrior, whereupon he went forth in that guise to Tir nan'Og and did lay with Eriu daughter of Fiachna, who begat by him a son named Bres.

This brought forth the wrath of Tuireann, that a daughter of the Tuatha Dé Danann had begotten a child who was heir to the prince of the Fomoraig, for such was an abomination to him. And lo, the thunders did gather over the land of Tir nan’Og and lightening bolts did fall forth from the heavens and the whole island began to be shaken by great rumblings of the earth so that the buildings of the cities therein began to crumble and fall, and havoc reigned over the land, whereby it was laid waste through wreck and ruin.

Then did Tuireann give dominion over the whole of that island unto Manannan son of Lir, the lord of the waves, so that by his hand it was overcome by a mighty flood and the land of Tir nan’Og disappeared into the depths of the ocean in the space of a single day and night when the waves of the sea overtook it, and for this reason it was thenceforth called Tìr fo Thonn, the Land Beneath the Wave.

Wherefore Nuada summoned the Tuatha Dé Danann together in council and besought them to assemble a fleet of ships and in these they departed in haste therefrom with Nuada as their leader. For long they sailed upon the open waters until at last they reached Dobar and Iardobar in the north of Alba and there did they bide for the space of four years before they crossed over unto Ireland, from whence Baath and Iobath had come. And the Tuatha Dé Danann brought with them four wondrous treasures, one from each of their great cities.

Out of Fálias was brought the Lia Fáil, the Stone of Destiny, which was placed in Tara; it used to roar under every king that would take the realm of Ireland. Out of Gorias was brought the Slea Luin, the flaming Spear of Lugh; no battle was ever sustained against it, or against the man who held it in his hand. Out of Findias was brought the Claiomh Solais, the shining Sword of Nuada; no one ever escaped from it once it was drawn from its deadly sheath, and no one could resist it. Out of Murias was brought the Coire Anseasc, the Cauldron of Dagda; no company ever went away from it unsatisfied.

On the day of Beltane the Tuatha Dé Dannan did land upon the shores of Ireland at Tracht Mugha in the province of Ulster. And Eochaid son of Eirc, the King of Ireland, had a vision of their coming which came to him as he slept. And when Eochaid awoke from his dream he was greatly troubled by it and sought counsel from Cesard his Druid.

The Druid asked the king what he had seen in his vision, and Eochaid told him that he had dreamed of a great flock of black birds that came forth from the depths of the ocean and lay siege upon the people of Ireland and brought to them conflict and turmoil and confusion, so that the people were destroyed, yet one of them struck the noblest of the birds and cut off one of its wings.

When the king had finished telling of his dream, the Druid told him its meaning, saying that a great host of warriors would come forth from over the sea and that they possessed vast knowledge of sorcery and magical enchantment and that they would conquer Ireland.

And when the Tuatha Dé Danann had landed upon the shores of Ireland they broke apart their ships and burned them, then did they go forth to Brefne in the province of Connaught and made themselves a camp there by the Red Hills of Rian. Contented were they with the land they had come to and they determined that they would make for themselves a new home in it.


The Conquest of the Gaedil

Now there lived at that time in the land of Spain descendants of Sru, son of Esru, son of Gaedel Glas. They had come forth from Scythia and after many long years of wandering had taken the land of Spain by force. And by their descent from Gaedel Glas, son of Nuil, son of Feinius Farsaid did their tribe take its name so that they were called the Gaedil. And there was a prophecy upon them made by Caicher, a Druid of their people, that they should never have rest until their children had reached Ireland. Whereby three hundred years thereafter it came to pass that Ith son of Breogan, son of Brath, who dwelt in the city of Brigantia in Spain, climbed to the top of his father’s tower on the evening of Samhain and looked out unto the ocean where, far in the distance, he perceived the shores of Ireland.

And when Ith had seen that country he was filled with a great desire to go there, whereupon he took counsel with his brothers, Bile, Faud and Breaga, relating to them what he had seen. But Breaga sought to discourage him from journeying thither, saying that it was not a distant land that he had seen across the sea, but rather a cloud upon the horizon. Yet Ith held firm in his desire to journey there, and thenceforth he did sail together with his son, Lugaid, and others in his company, until at last they did reach the harbor of Bentracht, at Mag Itha, in Ireland.

When Ith and his companions had come ashore, they were greeted by a host of the Tuatha De Danann who bade tidings of them, whereupon Ith asked of them the name of their land and who were its rulers, and they answered him, saying, “To Innis Elga thou hast come; Sethor MacCuill, Tethor MacCecht and Cethor MacGreine, the three sons of Cermait, son of Dagda, rule over this land.”

And it happened that upon this same day an assembly of the chiefs and nobles of the Tuatha De Danann had gathered before the court of MacCuill and his brothers, complaining that the kings had kept too great a share of the estate of their wives’ father, Fiachna son of Delbaeth, who had been slain by Eogan of Inber Mor. When Ith learned of this, he went forth to Ailech Neid with Lugaid his son and two thirds of their company, and when they had come to the place where the three kings were assembled, they bid Ith welcome and at length they told him of the contention that had arisen between them and the other nobles of the Tuatha De Danann.

Whereupon Ith said unto them, "Do right and be thou just amongst thyselves, for it is altogether fitting that thou shouldst maintain a good brotherhood among thee. Proper is it for thou to keep a gracious disposition. Good be the land and the kingdom thou dost inhabit; bountiful is its harvest, its honey, its fish, its wheat, and barleycorn, fair and mild is its weather. All that is necessary for you is to be found in this land." And thereafter, when Ith had said these things, he took leave of the assembly, bidding his hosts farewell, and returned unto his ship.

Having listened to all that Ith had said unto them, the Tuatha De Danann grew jealous in their possession of Ireland by reason of the praise Ith had lauded upon their land, and there arose among the Tuatha De Danann a band who followed after Ith in great anger, so that by their hostility he was gravely wounded upon the plain of Mag Itha, which was named for him. Scarcely was he able to return unto his ship, so great were his wounds, but Ith’s companions came to his aid and brought him aboard where he died even as they sailed forth upon the open waters.

And when at last they reached the shores of Spain, the body of Ith was shown to his brothers, and a great anguish fell upon them over the sorrow of his dying in such a way. Wherefore the sons of Breogan took counsel together with their kinsmen, the sons of Mil, and they did resolve that the men of the Gaedil should go forth to avenge the death of Ith upon the Tuatha Dé Danann. Then did the men of the Gaedil gather together from every place in each region of Spain, so that all their warriors and men of arms did assemble at one place in the city of Brigantia; whereupon the sons of Mil together with their kinsmen and countrymen ventured forth upon the sea in a fleet of ships threescore and five in number.

Thus did they set forth, heading out upon the open sea for Ireland to visit their revenge upon the Tuatha Dé Danann for the bad welcome Ith had received from them. Donn son of Mil led them forth in their expedition, with forty chiefs amongst them as their leaders; Eremon, Eber Finn, Ir, Amergin Glungel, Colptha, Airech Febra, Erannan, Muimne, Luigne, Laigne, Palap, Er, Orba, Feron, Fergin, Eber son of Ir, Brega, Cuala, Cooley, Blad, Fuad, Buirthemne, Eblinne, Nar, Lugaid, Lui, Bile, Buas, Bres, Buaigne, Fulman, Mantan, Caicher, Suirge, En, Un, Etan, Sobairce, Sedga, and Goisten were the names of their forty chiefs.

And when they perceived the shores of Ireland ahead of them in the distance, the warriors grew eager to reach that land and did engage in a contest of their rowing as their fleet sailed forth upon the sea, so that Ir son of Mil advanced a full wave beyond the rest of the ships by virtue of his great strength and valor. When Donn, the eldest of the sons of Mil saw this, he declared in envy, “It is not just for Ir to proceed before Lugaid son of Ith.” Whereupon the oar which Ir was rowing with split asunder and Ir fell backwards upon the thwart of the boat breaking his back, and died from that wound the following night. Thereafter his body was preserved until at length it could be buried when at last they had reached Ireland, and there they did bury him at Scellic of Irras Desceirt of Corco Dibne. Great was the grief of Eremon, Eber Finn, and Amergin at the death of their brother, so that they were alike of one mind and said, “Justice shall prevent Donn from enjoying the land of which he was jealous toward Ir his brother.”

When the sons of Mil drew near the shores of Ireland, they sought to land their fleet at Inber Stainge, but the Tuatha Dé Dannan would not allow them to come ashore there, having held no discourse with them. By their skills of Druidry and enchantment they did cast a spell whereby the shores of Ireland were made invisible to the sons of Mil, so that three times did they circle around the island before it at last became visible unto them. On the eve of Beltane they came ashore at the harbor of Inber Scene. After a journey of three days their company came to Sliab Mis where they were greeted by a host of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Banba, daughter of Fiachna son of Delbaeth, the wife of Sethor MacCuill, was among them. And when the sons of Mil drew near the host Amergin asked of the queen her name, whereupon she said unto him, “Banba is my name, and from it this country is called Banba also.” And she asked of the sons of Mil that her name might always remain upon the island, and to that they were in agreement.

Thereafter they went forth to Eblinne where they held discourse with Fodhla, daughter of Fiachna son of Delbaeth, the wife of Tethor MacCecht. And when the
sons of Mil asked of that queen her name she said, “My name is Fodhla, and for me is this country named. And she asked that her name might forever remain upon the island, and to this they did agree. Then they did go forth to the hill of Uisnech in Meath until they came to another queen who was Ériu, daughter of Fiachna son of Delbaeth, the wife of Cethor MacGreine. And when the sons of Mile came before her, she spoke unto them, saying, “Welcome unto thee, O warriors. It is long since the prophecy of thy coming was foretold. Forever shall this island remain in thy possession. There is no country in all the world more fair, nor shall any race ever be more perfect than thine own.”

When Amergin heard the words spoken by Ériu, he answered her, saying, “Good is this to hear.” But Donn did protest, saying, “It is not to her that we should offer thanks, but to the gods themselves and to our own might.” Whereupon Ériu said unto him, “It is naught to thee, for thou shalt never lay conquest upon this island, nor will thy children; but I make of it a gift unto thee, O sons of Mil of the children of Breogan, that my name may ever be upon this land.” Then said Amergin, “Ériu shall forever be the chief name of this island!”

The men of the Gaedil proceeded thence to Tara and came unto the court of the three kings, Sethor MacCuill, Tethor MacCecht, and Cethor MacGreine, whereupon they demanded of them either battle, kingship, or judgment. And when the kings of the Tuatha Dé Danann had taken counsel together, they adjudged that the sons of Mil should have nine days to either depart from Ireland, or submit to their kingship, or to prepare for battle. On hearing this, Donn son of Mil declared, “Were my advice to be followed, it is battle that we should choose.” Then said the kings, “We grant the judgment of thy own Filid to thee, for should they offer a false judgment against us, they shall die even where they standth.”

And when Donn had asked of his brother the revelation of his judgment, Amergin said “Let us leave the land to them until we shall return and take it from them by force.” Then asked Donn, “Where shall we go to?” and Amergin answered him, saying, “Over nine waves;” whereupon he related in verse:

“The men thou hast found are in possession.
Over the nine green-necked waves
Of the sea advance ye,
Unless by thy power then be planted;
Swiftly let the battle be prepared.
I assign the possession
Of the land thou hast found,
If thou lovest concede this award,
If thou lovest not concede it not;
It is I that say this to you.”


When Amergin uttered this pronouncement, the men of the Gaedil agreed with his judgment and left the court of the three kings of the Tuatha Dé Danann, returning to their ships, whenceforth they embarked from the harbor of Inber Scene and went upon the sea to the distance of nine waves. And when they had departed, the Druids of the Tuatha Dé Danann declared, “Have faith in our powers, for by them the sons of Mil shall never return to Ireland.” Thereafter by means of their enchantment the Druids did raise a great storm which fell upon the fleet of the Gaedil so that their boats were driven westward by its winds, and the sons of Mil were made weary from their struggle on the sea.

Then Donn called out to the ship which bore his brother Amergin, saying, “A Druid’s wind is this!” and Amergin answered, “Indeed it would appear, lest it be higher than the masts of our ships; discern if it be so.” whereupon Erannan, the youngest son of Mil, climbed the mast of his boat and discovered that the storm was not above them; but while he was clinging to the mast, he slipped from it and fell upon the deck of his ship so that his limbs were shattered. When he fell, Donn cried out, “A shame it is upon our men of learning that they cannot calm a Druidic storm!” Then said Amergin, “It shall be no shame!” Whenceforth he rose up and pronounced his incantation:

“I invoke the land of Ireland.
Much coursed be the fertile sea,
Fertile be the fruit strewn mountain,
Fruit strewn be the showery wood,
Showery be the river of waterfalls,
Of waterfalls be the lake of deep pools,
Deep pooled be the hilltop well,
A well of the tribes be the assembly,
An assembly of the kings be Tara,
Tara be the hill of the tribes,
The tribes of the sons of Mil,
Of Mil be the ships the barks,
Let the lofty bark be Ireland,
Lofty Ireland darkly sung,
An incantation of great cunning;
The great cunning of the wives of Bres,
The wives of Bres of Buaigne;
The great lady Ireland,
Eremon hath conquered her,
Ir, Eber have invoked for her.
I invoke the land of Ireland.”

And when Amergin’s incantation had ended the sea immediately fell calm and the waves thereof became tranquil; whereupon Donn exclaimed, “I shall put to the blades of swords and spears all the warriors in Ireland!” But lo, even as he spoke, the winds rose up once more against their fleet, so that the boat in which he sailed was tossed asunder and Donn, together with all those aboard his ship did perish in the sea.

Four and twenty valiant warriors, twelve women, and four mercenaries did drown that day in the waters off Dumacha; and there, at length, was the body of Donn buried, together with all of the chieftains of his people who perished with him, in the grave mound at Dumacha which was thereafter called Tech Duinn. Eremon himself buried Dil the daughter of Mil, for great was his love of her, and when he covered her body with the earth, he said, “This sod doth lie upon a dear one.” Bile son of Brige, Airech Febra, Buss, Bres, Buahne and Erannan were the names of the chieftains of the Gaedil who drowned together with Donn.

Six was the number of their noble women who perished since the sons of Mil departed Spain in their voyage to Ireland; Baun the wife of Bile, Dil the wife of Donn, Scene the wife of Amergin, Fial the wife of Lugaid, together with the wives of Ir and Muirthemne. It was for the memory of his wife who died in their passage upon the open waters that Amergin gave the name of the first harbor which they came to in Ireland, which he named Inber Scene.

Fial the daughter of Mil died on the night when the Gaedil came ashore in Ireland, for her husband, Lugaid son of Ith, had been bathing in a lake which burst forth upon their arrival, and Fial herself was bathing in the river which flowed forth from the lake; thereupon Lugaid rose up out of the water and went to the place where his wife was bathing and stood naked before her, whereby she died of shame from looking upon him. For her is the river Féale named, which flows from Lough Luigdech. Forlorn was Lugaid with sorrow over Fial’s passing, and he did say:

“Sit we here across the strand,
Stormy the cold;
Chattering in my teeth,
Great is the tragedy
Of the sorrow that has fallen upon me.
I speak of the woman who has died
Whom fame magnifies,
Fial is her name,
From a warrior’s nakedness
Upon the clean stones.
Great is the loss that comes of her death
Which has reached me,
Harshly falling upon my spirit;
My nakedness as her husband,
She saw looking upon me
While I rested here.”

When the sons of Mil came to Inber Féile, after they buried the nobles of their troop who had perished, Eremon and Eber Finn divided their fleet together with their highest ranking chieftains and servants between them. Eber Finn remained in the southern part of Ireland with his thirty ships, until they waged war against the hosts of the Tuatha De Danann. The chieftains who accompanied Eber Finn were his four sons, Er. Orba, Feron and Fegana; Lugaid son of Ith, Cuala, Blad, Ebleo, Nar, together with their six champions, En, Un, Etan, Caicher, Mantan and Fulman. The names of their servants were Adar, Aigne, Deist, Deala, Cliu, Morba, Fea, Liffe, Femen, Feara, Meda, and Obla.

Eremon with his thirty ships sailed along the coast of Ireland until he landed at Inber Colptha. The names of those chieftains who went with him were Eber son of Ir, Amergin the Bard, Palap, Muimne, Luigne, Laigne, Brega, Muirthemne, Fuad, Cualgne, Colptha, Goisten, and the three champions Sedga, Suirge, and Sobairce. The names of their servants were Aidne, Ai, Asal, Mide, Cuib, Cera, Ser, Slan, Ligen, Dul, Trega, and Line. And when Amergin set his right foot upon the shore at Inber Colptha, he pronounced this incantation:

“I am a wind upon the waves
I am a tide upon the ocean
I am the roar of the sea,
I am a stag of seven tines,
I am a hawk upon a cliff,
I am a tear shed by the sun,
I am a boar of fierce valor,
I am a salmon in a pool,
I am a lake upon a plain,
I am the accumulation of learning,
I am a spear that thirsts for blood,
I am a Druid who inspires the mind with enlightenment.
Who but I knows the mystery of the standing stones?
Who but I knows where the sun shall set?
Who but I knows the ages of the moon?
Who but I knows the names of the waterfalls?
Who but I knows how to summon cattle from the house of Tethra?
Who but I knows the art of forming weapons to defend a fort?
Who but I knows the incantation to reveal the secrets of the oghams?”

And thereafter he did invoke the bounty of the creatures of the land, sea and sky, chanting:

“Fishful sea,
Fertile land,
Burst of fish,
Fish under wave,
With courses of birds.
Rough Sea,
A white wall
With hundreds of salmon;
Broad Whale,
A port song,
A burst of fish.”


When the sons of Mil came ashore they swiftly made their way to Sliab Mis where they met in battle against the Tuatha Dé Danann, and as the prophecy had foretold victory belonged to the men of the Gaedil. Many great warriors on both sides fell that day upon Sliab Mis. Fas, the wife of Un son of Uicce, was slain there, and for her is Glen Faise named. Scota the wife of Mil died there also, and she was buried between Sliab Mis and the sea, at a place which is yet called Scota’s Grave.

Thereafter the sons of Mil went forth to Tailltiu, whereupon they fought another battle against the Tuatha De Danann. With great courage and valor was it fought, from dawn to dusk, until the three kings and the three queens of Ireland fell by the hands of the Gaedil. MacCecht was slain by Eremon; MacCuill by Eber Finn; MacGreine by Amergin; Ériu by Suyirge; Banba by Caicer; and Fodla by Etan.

Following the battle of Tailltiu the Tuatha De Danann retreated to the sea and the host of the sons of Mil pursued them at length, but many of their warriors did fall along with two of their noble chiefs; Fuad was slain at Sliab Fuait, and Cúailnge was killed upon Sliab Cúailnge, so that those places yet bear their names. And when the Gaedil declared their victory over the Tuatha Dé Danann and took the lordship of Ireland, there arose among them a contention over the kingship between Eremon and Eber Finn, and Amergin was called forth to make peace between them. His judgment was that the inheritance of the eldest who was Donn, should go to Eremon who was the youngest, and his inheritance to Eber Finn after him.

Yet Eber Finn would not abide by Amergin’s decision and insisted that Ireland should be divided between them. Eremon agreed to that and so the northern half of the country, from Srub Brain to the Boyne, went to Eremon, while the southern half, from the Boyne to Tonn Clidna went to Eber Finn. Five chieftains presided in each division, Amergin, Sedga, Goisten, Suirge, and Sobairce to the north; Etan, Un, Mantan, Fulman, and Caicer to the south.

In that year Eremon and his people built seven forts in the north of Ireland, Rath Beothaig above the Nore in Argat Ros and Rath Oinn in Cula by Eremon; the Causeway of Inber Mor in Ui Enechglais by Amergin; Dun Nair in Sliab Modoirn by Goisten; Dun Delginnse in Cuala by Sedga; Dal Riada in Morbolg by Sobairce; and Dun Edar by Suirge. Six forts did Eber Finn and his people build in the south, they were Rath Uaman in Leinster by Eber Finn; Rath Arda Suird by Etan son of Uicce; Carrig Blaraige by Mantan Carrig Fethnaide by Un son of Uicce; Dun Ardinne by Caicer; and Rath Riogbard in Muiresc by Fulman.

And though the sons of Mil had taken Ireland, still the Tuatha Dé Danann held great power over them; for Dagda caused the Dananns to destroy their crops and their cattle in vengeance for the deaths of his three grandsons, Sethor, Tethor, Cethor, and their wives; so that the Gaedil had neither corn nor milk until peace was made between them. Therefore the sons of Mil gave dominion over all those places under the earth to the Tuatha Dé Danann, and to each of their chiefs a brug was given for their dwelling; whereby their corn and milk was thenceforth restored.

Dagda settled the division of the brugs, giving Sídhe ar Femhin to his son Bodb Dearg; Sídhe Finnachaidh to Lir; Brí Léith to Midhir; Sliabh Gallion to Culainn the Smith; Ess Ruadh to Ilbhreac son of Manannan; Cleitech to Boand; Sídhe Findabrach to the sons of Derc; Cnoc Firinn to Donn son of Midir; Sídhe Uamain to Ethal Abuail; and Brug na Boyne was claimed by Dagda himself until he gave it to his son Oengus Og. Then Manannan son of Lir caused a veil of enchantment to be placed upon all the Tuatha Dé Danann and over their realm of Siabra so that they were made invisible to the eyes of mortal men.


In the generations that followed Tigernmas son of Fallach, son of Ethriel, of the line on Eremon, took the kingship of Ireland after defeating Conmael at the battle of Oenach Macha. A great warrior was he, and in the first year of his reign, he was champion of seven and twenty battles against the progeny of Eber Finn, so that the line of Eber Finn was all but vanquished from the land of Ireland. Seven lakes and three rivers burst forth from the ground in Ireland while he was king.


It was in the reign of Tigernmas that gold was first smelted in Ireland by Luchadan the wright, from which drinking horns were fashioned and given by the king to his followers; and for the first time was clothing dyed in colors of purple, blue and green, and worn with ornaments in the form of brooches and fringes. And so that each class might be distinguished from the others Tigernmas decreed that the number of colors worn by his subjects in their garments should vary according to their rank and position; wherefore servants were entitled to but one color, while peasants wore two. Warriors were allowed three colors and the owners of land were permitted to wear four. Chieftains might wear five colors, while ollamain and royalty held the right to wear six.

And during the reign of Tigernmas, there came to Ireland a ship bearing a message from the king of the Fomoraig asking that the land of Ireland might be searched for precious stones, and copper, and tin, and other metals of value, and that a quarter of their worth should be paid to those chieftains of Ireland from whose lands they were taken, and that all the storehouses, and provisions and tools used for this purpose should be bought from the men of Ireland.

Then did Tigernmas summon the Gaedil to assemble before him in council to consider the offer of the Fomoraig; but lo, the chieftains of the Gaedil held the Fomoraig in great distrust, and they gave their answer saying that they should search their land themselves for these treasures.

Now at that time Ishbaal, the daughter of the king of the Fomoraig, was married to Aodab, king of Ceisrael; and under her there served a group of priests who brought with them to Ireland an idol wrought of gold and silver, which was their chief god, Crom Cruach, and with it twelve lesser idols made of stone overlaid with burnished bronze. The priests of Crom Cruach bid Tigernmas to cause a rath to be built on Mag Senaig, that it should serve as a temple for the idols; to this Tigernmas agreed, and so it was done.

The golden idol of Crom Cruach was placed therefore upon Mag Senaig with the twelve lesser idols facing round about it. And when this was accomplished, the priests of Crom Cruach bade Tigernmas to call forth all the Gaedil to assemble upon the plain where the idols had been placed, that they might bow down before their god to hear the oracle of his judgments on their petitions by way of the priests who served him.

Tigernmas took heed of their advice and on the eve of Samhain, he caused all the Gaedil to gather before the idols that stood on Mag Senaig; and the priests of Crom Cruach implored them to obey the commands of their god, that he should bestow his blessings upon Ireland.

But when the people had assembled, they were loathe to prostrate themselves before the idols, saying that they would not bow down except that Crom Cruach should appear before them himself. Then did the priests say unto Tigernmas that lest his people bow down before the idols, a terrible curse would be visited upon Ireland so that all their corn should be blighted and their cows would give no milk. Thereupon Tigernmas commanded the Gaedil to do as the priests bid, so that they might be spared of this curse.

And when the people prostrated themselves before the idols, the priests revealed the judgment of Crom Cruach which was that they should offer unto him all their firstborn children in sacrifice, that the bounty of their land might be preserved. Then was heard a great outcry upon Mag Senaig, and the people beat their palms and bruised their bodies and wailed over this judgement; sheding showers of tears as they bowed down before the idol. With deep lamenting and bitterness they slew one third of their offspring, pouring their blood around the idol in horror of Crom Cruach, so that Mag Senaig was thereafter known as Mag Slecht, the Plain of Adoration.

But lo, the people of Ireland prostrated themselves in such grief before Crom Cruach, so that their foreheads and their noses, and the joints of their knees and elbows were broken by their bowings, thus did three fourths of their number perish, and Tigernmas with them. Thereafter those who were left among them rose up against the priests and slew the chief one among them, and as many of the others as they could overtake; so that the rest fled in fear for their lives, departing in haste from the shores of Ireland and returning from whence they came.

Then did the bards chant their dirge over the body of Tigernmas who fell together with ten hundred and three thousand of his people in the fiftieth year of his reign and the seventy-seventh year of his age. Thereafter Ireland was without a High King for seven years, until Eochaid Etgudach took the kingship.

[Roy Wagahuski]

Originally Posted by Tom Joad

Paganism for Europeans works a lot like Judaism does for Jews.

It did? And how far back did you time-travel to learn this?

Oh, you mean neo-pagans, as if they parallel at all with the original ones.

[Tom Joad]

Originally Posted by Roy Wagahuski

It did? And how far back did you time-travel to learn this?

Oh, you mean neo-pagans, as if they parallel at all with the original ones.

For the original pre-Christian pagans the gods and goddesses existed as the embodiment of conscious thought-forms eternally imprinted upon the metaphysical plane and were manifestations of spiritual powers behind the natural forces from which all life and creation emanates.

By calling upon the gods through rites and ceremonies paying tribute to them, it was believed that their power could be focus and directed in order to bring about effective changes within the lives of the worshipers and their enviroment. Honoring the gods in that way to encourage them to favor their worshipers and act on their behalf by means of their direct intervention in the daily lives of the people.

[emilyrose]

Originally Posted by Tom Joad

If they are White it's my business. They shouldn't be dishonoring the race I belong to with their superstitious fear of the god of the Jews.

again, what people choose to believe is their business, not yours. white men shouldn't dishonor their race by chasing under age girls, right?

[Jimmy Marr]

Originally Posted by emilyrose

again, what people choose to believe is their business, not yours.

Not any more.

Not when it has become obvious that the gullible cretins among us, who have allowed their two thousand year subscription to the original Jewish media con to drive our race to the brink of destruction.

[Tom Joad]

Originally Posted by emilyrose

again, what people choose to believe is their business, not yours.

Putting the god of another race before your own race makes it the business of everyone else of your race; because you are polluting the racial purity of the race.

Originally Posted by emilyrose

white men shouldn't dishonor their race by chasing under age girls, right?

There is no dishonor in catching them.

[Ian]

Originally Posted by Tom Joad

But the Christians think hell is a place of fire and torment and pain and anguish and suffering where all the truly interesting people go when they die to suffer and burn forever and ever.

Okay, big deal....

'Cause you're dead, ya know?

When people die, what happens?

Well, besides the obvious - they rot after they are buried and end up a box full of bones, or ashes if they get cremated - their consciousness dies too. We know this because sometimes peoples consciousness dies before their bodies actually do. The consciousness is dependent on the brain functioning, and when the brain stops functioning - boom, you're gone, brain dead, like a fucking potato.

So, we have a body that just rots away to nothing in the grave and a consciousness that evaporates into thin air as soon as our brain stops functioning. So what does that leave to go to hell, even if hell were actually real?

What's that? A soul you say?

Okay, whatever....so you believe that we have a soul; fine.

A soul isn't a physical thing, it doesn't have its own body; it doesn't have a nervous system, it doesn't have nerve endings; it's not going to be susceptible to experiencing heat or any sort of physical sensation; so going to hell (if such a place actually existed) wouldn't have any effect on a soul (if a soul actually existed).

An then there is the fact that hell isn't what most people think it is. The Bible was written in Hebrew and Greek, and later translated into Latin, then English, and other languages.

In the Bible, in the original languages, the word "hell" does not appear. The Hebrew word Sheol is used. Sheol is a Hebrew word that means "grave", so when the Bible talks about hell, it is really talking about sheol - "the grave" - a place of burial, the tomb. Not some place full of fire and brimstone and pain and torment, just a fucking grave, the place where we all end up anyway.

When the Bible was translated into Latin, the word sheol was translated into the Latin word Hades....."But wait, that's the same as hell, right?" No, not exactly. Hades is what the Greeks and Romans in Pagan mythology believed in. It wasn't a place of fire and torment and burning, it was a quiet realm of shadows and mist where the spirits of the dead were believed to reside after death; it was the Classical Pagan poetic allusion to the grave, named after the Greek god Hades who ruled over it as a guardian of the soul of the dead and of the treasures that lie buried deep in the earth.

So, where did "hell" come from?

It came from Germanic/Norse and Anglo-Saxon pagan mythology. Hel was the name of a female deity, the daughter of Loki, and she, like the Greek god Hades and the Roman god Pluto, ruled over the realm of the dead in the pre-Christian Pagan mythology that was believed in by the Germanic peoples, which included the English, since the Anglo-Saxons originated in Germany.

So, when the Bible was finally translated into English from the Latin translation of the original Hebrew texts, the word sheol "grave" in the Hebrew which had been translated into Hades in Latin, ended up getting translated to Hell in English, from the name of the place ruled over by the Germanic goddess of the underworld in pre-Christian Pagan mythology.

So, now you know there's nothing to be afraid of if you don't believe in Christianity; nothing is going to happen to you that wouldn't naturally happen to you and everyone else that ever lived when they die anyway.

So, you don't have to pretend to like the angry Jewish god that sits on a golden throne up in the sky who supposedly hands out punishment to people for just doing things that people naturally do (sort of a fucked up piece of shit kind of god if you ask me). And you don't have to go on pretending that you really do want to spend all the rest of eternity singing the praises of Jesus, day after day, year after year, forever and ever in a never-ending church service up in the sky; because, let's face it, no one in their right mind would really want to do that.

You hint at a Marxist materialist view.

There are a number of Anglo-Saxon biblical works. Some are not translations in fact, but renditions of Biblical stories. For example, the Old English Exodus is not a translation, but tells the Biblical story in a style with some similarity to the Beowulf epic. As Pharoah's army prepares to attack the Hebrews, there is a passage about creatures such as wolves and ravens coming to feast, and other such Anglo-Saxon elements in the poem.

So when it's been said that the blond nordic Jesus was designed by Whites to influence Blacks, it may have been done centuries earlier for Anglo-Saxon converts.

[Tom Joad]

Originally Posted by Ian

You hint at a Marxist materialist view.

There are a number of Anglo-Saxon biblical works. Some are not translations in fact, but renditions of Biblical stories. For example, the Old English Exodus is not a translation, but tells the Biblical story in a style with some similarity to the Beowulf epic. As Pharoah's army prepares to attack the Hebrews, there is a passage about creatures such as wolves and ravens coming to feast, and other such Anglo-Saxon elements in the poem.

So when it's been said that the blond nordic Jesus was designed by Whites to influence Blacks, it may have been done centuries earlier for Anglo-Saxon converts.

The non-White Jesus was worshiped by blacks in Ethiopia who made Christianity their official state religion half a century before the Jewish cult was adopted as the state religion of Rome.

[Nate Richards]

There's no hell in the bible, little buddy. There's the possibility of soul destruction, if you refuse to leave the one that must be destroyed. Death after death is the worst threat. "You" will be erased, if you don't let go of your diseases.

Biblical: at death, we go to "the throneroom of god", and wait for the big show. Death is sleep, for now.

I don't find it strange that the true god would choose to experience death with us. God should want to know. Example is made. God sacrifices self. That's leadership.

[Tom Joad]

Originally Posted by Nate Richards

There's no hell in the bible, little buddy. There's the possibility of soul destruction, if you refuse to leave the one that must be destroyed. Death after death is the worst threat. "You" will be erased, if you don't let go of your diseases.

Biblical: at death, we go to "the throneroom of god", and wait for the big show. Death is sleep, for now.

I don't find it strange that the true god would choose to experience death with us. God should want to know. Example is made. God sacrifices self. That's leadership.

Yes, I believe I pointed out that the word "hell" was borrowed from Anglo-Saxon (Germanic) Pagan mythology and that it was used in place of the original Hebrew word sheol "grave."

I'm not a Christian, but I probably know more about the Bible than most Christians do, which is the reason I don't believe any of it.

[Anders Hoveland]

I have spent much time thinking about this subject, and much effort trying to find out. I do not really know with any certainty that there is a God. I have tried praying about this, and there have been events that have happened in my life that prevent me from honestly being able to dismiss the existence of God. If there is a god, I can only conclude that he is intentionally hiding the certainty of his existence.

I can only advise you try to sincerely pray at least once, and be honest with yourself.

The world is full of all sorts of ironies, and I would suggest that you not let the fact that Christianity is fundamentally jewish make you prejudicially dismiss it completely. God may not necessarily be just a jewish god.

Now, I know some of you will just completely dismiss everything in this post as ignorance, but this is the conclusion I have come to after much thought. God, whether he exists or not, is beyond our grasp of logical reasoning. How should you live your life then? I can only humbly suggest you try to be aware of what you are choosing, and not deceive yourself.

[HardHawk]

Originally Posted by Bardamu

Hilarious piece there Joad. On the subject of hell, you should appreciate that hell is an Indo European concept and is discussed in detail in the works of Plato, usually Socrates expounding on it. Some people have said that Christianity is platonism for the masses, which is true in a lot of ways. So the Hell concept in Christianity comes by way of its Greek sources.

That is not correct, neither your interpretation. Of the place that the dead was going according to Greeks after death. That place was nothing like the jews invention, not has been used as the model of heel by the jews.

This is their model, both of their god and their heel.. Very much a good created after their own image and short comings. Is this the god you christians believe in?

Zeitgeist anti God & protestants Joke - YouTube

Zeitgeist anti God & protestants Joke - YouTube

Are you so callable?

[luftwaffensoldat]

Christianity is an anti-white religion. Its ecclesiastical hierarchy must cater to the majority of the believers, non-whites drawn from the great rat-infested sewers of the 3rd world. Christians are required by the religion to support negroes, mestizos and miscegenating christians at the expense of their own racial interests; for them, it is an incontrovertible article of religious faith that a sub-Saharan 'groid with an IQ of 70 is no different from a white nuclear physicist with an IQ of 140. This is because christianity is a murderous, genocidal religion; this creed supports the total annihilation of the white race through an indiscriminate Brazilian-style race-mixing free-for-all. Christianity was not even founded by Europeans, but by Palestinian Semites; the religion perpetuates Jewish domination of whites through subversion of European social institutions and culture.

Liberalism OTOH is christianity without Christ, but just as destructive; it is suffused with a deep anti-white hatred. The liberal teaching of the brotherhood of man and universal equality are simply the bastard offspring of the christian "descent from Adam and Eve" and the "sanctity of human life."

Whites cannot describe themselves as free men unless they shake off their psychological captivity to these anti-white religious and political doctrines, maintained through their voluntary co-operation. However, this will never happen. White liberals and white christians are some of the white man's bitterest enemies; they would sooner demographically overwhelm the founding stock of the United States with blacks and browns, rather than realize that the only way to stop white genocide is through the establishment of a kinship-based racialism.

[Crowe]

If you're going to associate with a religion, then at least pick one that is exclusive to White people. Otherwise you're just another multicult whore whether you realize it or not. Christianity is everyone's religion. Always has been. If you're content with a religion that is for everybody then you must also be content with a multicult shithole nation that is for everybody.

[luftwaffensoldat]

Good white men have no use for the biblical injunctions and moral precepts of Christianity; the Christian faith is a slave morality for undermen. If he must choose a religion, the white man should worship the Aryan gods of his ancestors, such as Odin and Thor or even Indra, god of thunder; his holy books should be the Nibelungenlied or the Viking sagas. He may even read the Zend-Avesta or the Rig Veda, because of their close association with Aryan expansion and conquest of inferior peoples.

It should be noted that Aryan paganism is higher than Christianity because it comes from a society that bred warriors, not mere soldiers. The Aryan societies were places where men were free to live as men, not as slaves.

Aryan paganism must not be understood literally, as if it were frozen in history, but as an organic, living tradition susceptible to metaphorical interpretation, using the language of race. On this account, the gods become idealizations of some metaphysical Aryan quality; as he worships the Norse gods, for example, the believer worships himself, his race and its destiny.