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369 kHz Jeff and Ike in The Morning. Your Roughneck Pagan Uncles, You Wish You Had and are Glad You Don’t! Speaking the truths we all know, but others fear to whisper.

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This Weeks Episode - Be Kind:
Strength, Courage, Wisdom. Be Kind for Your Kind.

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New Addition to HyperboreanRadio.com- Frau Harke

Complete with an audio file the latest addition to the Germania & The Alps Section of the Archives Frau Harke, Playful Hill Giant.
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Do you know of Frau Harke? Her tales? ...Her story's beginning -or perhaps it's somewhere in the middle- no matter.

Harke was, ...is? Well is; a God for the young, and not so young. She is, and probably always will be as rambunctious as any young Giant could ever be expected to be. Forever in possession of all the playful and destructive curiosity of any young girl. But when she was young, ...Truly young that is; she was barely as tall as an oak tree, truly no more than a little girl by Giant standards. And she very well still might be.

She has always been curious 'as is a child's nature', and simply enthralled with the small folk, finding us the most interesting creatures. One day, when she was out exploring. Well, This was when Lady Harke came upon a farmer and his oxen plowing a field. And as children oft do... Well that is a story for another time I suppose. There was something about her father... Or maybe it was her guardian? Either way, no matter now. Yes! That is surely a t
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Like many I find as the leaves start to turn and the wind has that bitter blustery chill that my thoughts turn to death and the dead, but also to the living and those yet to come. There isn't something quite so apt for contemplation as the Fall Winds.
At this time I think of the people around me and the people who came before, I think of spirits and family, ghosts and goblins. But I also think of a God, or I guess you could call him a God he is also a spirit, specifically a spirit of a people or Volkgeist if you wish to use my ancestors Mother Tongue. His name is Wotan, he dwells in all of us who are made of German flesh and spirit. From the high Alps down through the valleys of the Rhineland and across the seas and shores where we wandered. Through vineyards and forests, in the hunt and the harvest. He is the storm, the wildfire, the roar and cacophony of battle. But also the fireside tales and bedtime stories read by Grand Mother or Grand Father. Sometimes I can feel him waiting, though that is not something peculiar to me. He resides in all of us watching from within, the Furious One, Wotan.

-I.M.Knosp

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Good Girl by Jakub Rozalski

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Werewolves

You probably think werewolves shapeshift? They don't!

They were not men in wolf form but wolves in man form. Twas their soul not their flesh. Yet the ones I speak of, of blood and bone with the brutality and savagery of those Werewolves of yore those were simply Men who knew themselves more than most today can comprehend.

They had all the savagery, wildness and kindness that exists in all of us. That subtle call to the mountain woods, live or die. They were called Werewolves among other monstrous names to terrify those the Church had ensnared. To them they were fearsome to behold. Built with all the power of the wild, sinews like braided steel, strength of mountain stone, fingertips able to rend flesh as predators claw, hair wild and untamed, their hair shorn by fire or tree-limb just as the Auroch or Boar. The effect an impressive mane of fury incarnate. Beneath that the piercing, knowing eyes of a Forest God. Naturally to those civilized and living in fear they appear to be beasts incarnate.

Wolfmen if you will.

But they were not cursed beasts, at least no more than you or I have the potential to be. This is the Werewolf, the true self within each and every one of us waiting to be free. Though we may try to suppress it, deny it, but in the end if what many have seen in the woods to be true. The Truth will Out! For stripped to feel the sun, the kill, the breath and the blood of their quarry. Our people hunt in secret the way of our ancestors with claw and strike to once more taste THE TRUE FREEDOM OF THE HUNT!

Werewolves are not Monstrous men, no... it is us who are the misshapen domesticated monsters who deny our true selves. Who we are when we are Wild and Free.

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The Weary Death by Pavel Karlovich Wenig 1915

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Death and the Maiden by Gabriel Von Max 1901

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The Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg (Finnish)

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Hunting Scene by Knut Ekwall

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Ancestor Veneration Begins with The Living

Recently someone close to us weathered the death of a treasured family member, in the aftermath he discovered something his treasured Mother wrote of her Father -His Grandfather- a short recollection of a man who was her "Freckled Atlas" who raised her well with warmth and a firm hand when needed.

This heartfelt description of her father begins as such:

"Although he is a big man with a gruff voice which spouts curse words at regular intervals, he has a heart that envelopes everyone around him. I have seen him quiet a whimpering small child and save a grown man's life."

and by the end of this short loving bit of prose:

"Of all the persons I've known, this man has influenced me the most, not only because he is my daddy but because he is also my friend, who laughs and jokes with me, and my guide, who gives me advice and warns me about the world. Daddy may be a stern and severe father at times, but most of the time he is my "Freckled Atlas" who looks after me and loves me."

Reading this while I bear no ties to the family of my friend the love and adoration our friends mother held for his grandfather brought a tear to my eye and reminded me of something incredibly important.

Ancestor Veneration Begins with the Living. Remind your parents, your grandparents and all of your family how much they mean to you. They may not be here tomorrow, you may not be here tomorrow, but that love between each other will.

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This thing on?... Ah Let's See..... There We Go 369 kHz Celtic God and The Lore Keeper in The Morning. Your Roughneck Pagan Uncles, You Wish You Had and are Glad You Don’t! Speaking of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Homeland. As well as perhaps most importantly; the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.

Tribal Identity:
This one is probably going to hurt some feelings: Tribal Identity, what is it? Why is it important? Do you know your own tribe?, which includes yourself.

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Sounds pretty... Until you think about it.

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So many people share Lore Inaccurate Buff Óðinn, so few people share homeless man with a bloody dagger and a bottle of wine Óðinn.

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Bisclavret by Walton Ford

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How it feels when you're a real man and try to dress up for any reason.

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A living tradition is alive, it does not sit fallow in the annals of history. Whether in Long Ships or Fishing Boats.

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Plague of The "Educated"

There is something that has been dwelling in the back of my mind of late and I think I may not be the only one to have noticed this but... there are rather a lot of Educated Idiots lately aren't there?

If this seems a bit odd, let me simply ask a question. Why?

Not any specific why but just Why? More than the What? or the ever present When? or How? But the Why? And Perhaps another important question the Who? and the Where?

I'm aware this sounds confusing and a bit all over the place but Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?

Simple questions anyone can ask. And yet... So few do. And this. This is the crux of what is plaguing so much of the modern world, the inability to ask proper questions. Or then to question what those answers may imply, or if the answers given are indeed valid. For example I shall use the sphere I am typically placed into, that of the pagan.

People will build grand tapestries of hypothesis' and worldviews off of the idea of Hollow Earth taking the example of the European Fae and Underworlds as Proof!

Only neither the Fae nor despite their names the "Underworlds" are actually under the earth, but in other realms.

Another example is one of archaeology where an endless cavalcade of shapes, stick figures and amorphous carvings are labeled "Odin". In so doing the archaeologist will gain much needed media attention that his find otherwise would've lacked, but because no one asks the honest question if this random bearded man or stick with limbs is Odin a series of zealots, desperate to demand that it is so, will concoct all manner of excuses for why it is most assuredly Odin when anyone decries with childlike innocence, that it is simply a stick figure.

There are many more examples, more than would fit in a post I daresay. But in a world awash in nonsense and people building a name for themselves off of other peoples guesswork and propaganda remember the most powerful weapon and bullshit detector at your disposal.

The Question.

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