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September 13th, 2016 
Awake Goy Depression is something I’ve always struggled with. Maybe you have, too. Perhaps because of the genetic memory of cold winters, it’s a shared struggle amongst Europeans – considering that the old Norse literature has descriptions of depression fit for a clinician’s desk. We know from history that Romans dealt with it too. And now? Face it – there’s a lot to be depressed about. I’ve always been proud to follow the Theology of Ragnarök, and the spiritual advice of the Havamal, which reminds us we are to remain stalwart and brave, regardless of our odds. But being tough about a problem does not necessarily equal joy and happiness.
There are a lot of things you can do to fight depression. One of the better things I’ve done is begin lifting weights. But if I relied on strength alone, I’d find myself doing 10,ooos reps daily, and so full of cortisol that the inclement testosterone pit would have made me a limp-sack anyway.
I will propose a theory, and an entirely anecdotal and two-pronged solution. This should be a short little article.
Man, specifically European man, is a natural animal. We have a very special connection to Nature. We are a Race which evolved in a number of wild, awe-inspiring climates; we are a people of forests, fields, marshes, glens and mountains. But we live in a perpetual disconnect. We live in neat little houses, we go to neat little jobs.
Some of us can go days without tracing shapes in the sky.
Our Church, such as it is, is the Land. Our Mass, our Holy Communion, is the air we breathe. When we cluster ourselves within our fortresses, our four walls, there are bound to be repercussions.
First of all things, at the risk of inciting multiracial concern, there is a certain truth to feng-shui. (Of course, we don’t need the Asians to know this – but most will know feng shui before they recognise our ancient equivalents.) If you’re going to live in a house, and be a part of the artifice society has become, then own it. Catholics have a graceful notion, which they once called the “Domestic Church.” The idea that a sanctified life begins at home, before you even breach the Narthex. Of course, this is an impression from earlier Pagan cultures – all of whom lived in houses which had auxiliary functions as a Temple for housebound pilgrims.
Let us follow their example. Fill your house with things that inspire you, encourage your strength, your inner virtues. Throw out your ridiculous house magazines, style and fashion trendsetters. These things will not help you grow. They will not act as an enabler to your self-improvement.
Are you religious? Are you spiritual? If you have a God, put up a remembrance corner. It was good enough for the pre-mongrelised Romans, it was good enough for the Nordics, sure as the night is long, it’s good enough for us.
Spare space in the basement? Set up a study, invest in some gym equipment. Develop a hobby corner. Find a hobby, make your time at home meaningful. Having a personally specific activity boosts identity and gives meaning. Don’t twiddle your thumbs and wait to die. When you eat dinner, have a conversation with your significant other. Host philosophical discussions with your family. (Or strangers if you’re out.)
Time is limited, call now.
But more importantly, and this is my original clutch, leave your house. Just make sure it’s a place you want to come back to, and are satisfied with when you leave. Get out, experience nature. Are you a working man, like I am? Do you labour outside?
Take time to hear the birdsong. Remember, the Nordics and the Celtics both, had the notion that in the voice of the bird was a key to the otherworld. Ravens, crows – when they caw from their perches, don’t growl in annoyance. Let the sound reverberate through your bones, wonder if a message is carried between the vibrations their sound makes on the air.
Take the time to consider the forces that move the breeze. When the wind hits your cheeks, consider where it goes, what else it has touched. When you breathe, do so deeply. Let the oxygen go to the pit of your gut – take note of the smells and the sensations as the oxygen revives your cells.
Take note of the sky. Everyday the heavens are canvassed by a beautiful tapestry that no man can outwit. Sunrise, sunset – grey sky, cloudy day. Trace shapes in the heavens, let the colours stimulate the senses.
Walk through the woods. See the shadows between the trees. Smell the musk. Run your hands across the bark of the trees. Hear the trickle of the water from a distant stream. Well-placed, these things can be better than the finest music.
Do these things when you walk outside, between house and car, on the job-site, wherever you can. In time, they will become second nature. In time, you can learn to regard your presence as well-met. Wherever you are, you can wrestle a moment of peace.
The birth of our Ancestral Gods happened because of our Race’s special connection to Nature. We can help to destroy the latent cynicism which has poisoned us when we begin to strip ourselves of the tainted ego society presents. It may well be that the prevalence of agnosticism, atheism and cynicism has happened because, as a lot, we have failed to live up to certain aspects of our genetic potential.
When you learn to channel Nature through your humdrum activities, they take new meaning. Pounding a nail, laying drywall, tilling the earth – walking the dog, whatever you do, can become poetry in motion if you let it.
Shall I leave you with a computer metaphor, of how the programme fails when the parts are turned off? Or does the fact that men now compare with machines so well prove my point quite for me?
Take a walk.
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