Culture Of The Hearth

August 31, 2009

By The Narrator

The question is asked time and again, “what can I do to save The West and defend my people?” The answers are generally (if at all suggested) of a broad scope encompassing political movements or counter movements, media presentation and so on. But as the expression, ‘life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans’ is so resoundingly true, it might pay to consider that we (individually) do not need grandiose blueprints to save and defend our people and culture. We simply need to affirm both to ourselves and before our enemies, that we, the Sons and Daughters of The West, are yet alive. For that which is alive celebrates its life. The West is a living entity, and we are its lifeblood. Therefore to celebrate The West is to celebrate our own being, our own existence. And as any wise man knows, true affection is not expressed in grand actions but in the everyday gestures, in the little things.

And that is not to suggest that grand visions should not be fostered and implemented, but rather that we should be careful not to keep our gaze fixed so intently on the future that we miss out on the present day-to-day joys and celebrations of Western life.  And as autumn, and the (decidedly European in nature) Holiday Season, is soon upon us, what better time of the year is there for the sons and daughters of The West to indulge in the glory of our culture.

Of all the seasons that encompass the cycle of life, I doubt none holds a greater fondness in the hearts of Whites, than Fall. Or perhaps, more specifically, that late September to late December time frame when the days grow shorter as the sun begins to sink earlier, leaving the evening world painted in gold and the sky a deep blue-fading to purple starlit twilight, before it sets. The leaves begin to turn and the air becomes cool, clean, refreshing and enlivening. The nights seem deep and misty, while dawn comes bright and silvery over the frost covered landscape. Even those leafless, seemingly lifeless, trees look like finely etched works of art against the fading evening light of a Fall Sky. Autumn seems to bring a million such images (memories) to mind that seem to heighten our expectation of the season.

Of course our anticipation/imaginings of this season and its events are most often more magical than the actual thing, when it arrives. This is generally because we do not take the initiative to be sure and mark those moments (when they are upon us) in memorable ways.

As I’ve grown older I’ve come to realize, in opposition to beliefs I once held, that what we commonly think of as rituals, customs and ceremonies are deeply important. It is through them that our subconscious thoughts are brought to the surface and manifested in the practicing/celebrating of the various aspects of our culture. They refresh our minds and keep us moored to that collective memory that lies beyond waking thought.  Who among us can deny that magical feeling that is conjured up in autumn, culminating in the mystical mythology and symbols of Halloween. Is it a mere commercially programmed expectation, or something far deeper in our collective soul? Or in Thanksgiving with its abundance of good (and favorite) foods and gatherings of family, with all its implied cultural memories of ancient festivals at the gathering of the harvest and the bounty of the food which kith and kin labored to grow. (It is a celebration of life. Family Life. Western Life!)

Or what of that warm and magical feeling we all get around Christmas time, with its images of snow and carols and family and gatherings and mistletoes and so on. December 25th is deep in the heart of Winter. Yet it is at this time, when the world seems the most lifeless, when the cold bitter winds can seem the most lacerating and spring an eternity away, that we children of The West find the most warmth of heart, peace of mind and contentedness of spirit. And this general ‘warmth’ is not found solely through wood and flame, but primarily through proximity to one another and in celebrating the “magic of the season”. That is no commercialized reaction. That is a deep and primal reflex stirred by a collective memory in our ancient subconsciousness.

So these events, and their seasons, quite obviously have a deep resonance within our very being. And the rituals and ceremonies with which they are celebrated keep our affection for them at not just the subconscious level (that ancient-derived mystical feeling we get around that Holiday) but the conscience one as well.

Many people are familiar with the biblical passage that states, “train a child in the way he should go and when he is grown he will not depart from it”. Some take that to mean that simply indoctrinating young people with points of dogma will ensure their adherence to it throughout their lives. But I think it means that if you immerse them in the customs and rituals of that faith (or culture –or both-) then it will, throughout their lives, stir their cultural (family/collective-tribal) memories and that they will hold, or return, to the dogma by virtue of their affection for and familiarity of (and thus comfort in) the rituals.

That’s why holidays such as Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas evoke such strong feelings in Whites. They are ancient and the sensations (and collective memories) they evoke, and the rituals associated with them, are ingrained in our DNA…in our Soul!

So, where do we begin?

With simplicity and discipline.

Our culture isn’t an abstract thing. It is We (with a capital W), past and present and future. And We just need the willingness to let it manifest through us and celebrate it.  And, obviously, take care not to overdue it one-way or the other. There is pleasure and joy to be found in restraint. Of having turkey only once a year at thanksgiving, or having a ‘Christmas Ham’ only on Christmas. Or even in having a cup of coffee only in the early morning. For therein is the presence of ritual and the positive associations with it.

As the family is the cornerstone of society, family-life is therefore the cornerstone which props up Western civilization and its culture. And as the acorn becomes the mighty oak, so to does the small celebrations of family/Western life becomes the greater consciousness of it and the desire to preserve and defend it.

I suppose it is memories of which I write. For if life can be said to have a purpose, then that purpose is to preserve memory, without which we have no identity individually or collectively. So foster memories of your people and culture, and use simple rituals and ceremonies to achieve it.


Star a family tradition of burning applewood for the first fire of fall. Or having your first hot chocolate in a toast to the first snowfall of the year. Plan for annual activities to gather and bind cornstalks for Halloween or to gather pinecones for Christmas wreaths. Make your own official family holiday. Name (for example) Oct 10th as the official mom vs. dad chili cook-off day. Instead of a calendar of saints, create a calendar of family, of grandparents and great- grandparents and/or European heroes whose actions defended and saved our people, or which helped to better articulate our consciousness of ourselves. Play Beethoven records around the house on his birthday. Quote Shakespeare to one another on his, and so on.

Have trees on your property? Get the family together and name them. Give them pet names reflecting a family event that happened near them. Give pet names to favorite spots around your hometown or out in the country where you spend time. Forming a connection to places and things through naming them (even if they’re silly names) personalizes your immediate world in a way that will, over time, resonate deeply. It creates a psychological bond to your “stomping ground” (as we say in America) and keeps invigorated that sense of having a personal stake in the place around you and what occurs there.

Have European Day. The Sons and Daughters of The West Annual Celebration!

Make it a feast and festival in honor to and celebration of our ancestors, both recent and ancient. Design a family collage including images of Our People, with Alfred the Great next to a picture of grandpa.

It is a context that is a powerful psychological force in propounding to the young their connection to THEIR people and history.

Think of the impact and significance of telling the young stories about our peoples migrations from Germania and then into the new world. Tell the stories about the trials and sacrifices of OUR PEOPLE as they laid down the rich history that is the tapestry with which our own lives are interwoven (we have a rich cultural heritage that is ignored or lost to most). Stories of how we, the Saxons, Vandals, Goths etc… journeyed to new frontiers. Of Hengist and Horsa and so on.

Learn what you can about our, general, ancient history, myths and fairytales and fill in/embellish the rest. It is your right. You are part of a collective genetic history, the blood of which still runs in your veins. And your romanticized additions will not lack in credibility for there is a collective memory that runs through us, energizing us, like a river through a forest, nurturing and re-freshening the life therein. Our fairytales and myths all contain a general cultural truth. They reflect an unspoken, yet transmitted from one generation to the next, cultural memory that stretches back to the dawn of time and acts as guides and examples for us, for all times.

And Death and Sorrow.

We must set aside time to remember the departed. Not only in colourful tales, making merry their memories, but as a time to mourn and lament their absence. For death is a part of life and loss a grievous thing. We must not hide from it or cover it in a veneer of “closure” or a subtle transfer to just the “Happy Memories”. The ignoring or minimalizing of death and sorrow allows for the growth of apathy to all else that ceases or “changes”. Again, it is memory we are speaking of. Death is a physical departure. And though it leaves an emptiness in our lives of the present, our memories act as a monument on the fields of eternity (the hearts of the young). It is, after all, not called a grave MARKER for nothing.

And, on the other side, the same is true of birth. How many people really celebrate birth? Birth is something that should be met with riotous celebration of both the child and the mother and a congratulatory salute to the father as if he were a conquering king returning victoriously from battle.

For now, make this autumn more yours/ours than it has ever been. Gather together family and friends and begin (or perhaps better stated, begin again) the annual celebration. “Movie Night” or “Pizza Night” ain’t gonna cut it. There needs to be something deeper that celebrates a family (or community) unit as a living, breathing, (flesh and spirit) biological entity that is both past and present, with an ever watchful eye on the future.

Plan for an afternoon and/or evening get together in the backyard, or at the park, and make merry! Send the kids out to make a crown of leaves (golden, yellow and red) for mom or grandma and a scepter of oak wrapped with grapevine for dad or grandpa.  Make the adornments symbolic, of a historic nature and/or personnel one. On the feast table place a centerpiece made of holly and bramble and pine. Have each thing representative of something…..of life, family, history, the turning of they year or the eternalness of the blood (as in kith and kin). What do the various foods mean? What do they symbolize? (Study some and think it over). Make their representation simple but poignant. Bring out the baked breads, and fruits and berries and cakes and elderberry wine. Make up some riddles and songs and original verse and revel in your people and their culture. Toast to the departed and then to the yet to be.

Remember, our victory comes not at a single stroke on a momentary battlefield, for life itself is an eternal battlefield. No, our victory is assured through the simple act of showing up, of unabashedly celebrating our race and its heritage. Our adversaries, after all, are literally terrified of the weakest among us. Just look at the healthcare debate in America right now. A handful of White, (mostly) elderly gray-haired seniors, shaking their arthritic fists in defiance, sent the radical left (from the corporate media to the political ruling elite) shrieking in abject horror and retreating into the shadows, if only for the moment.

The power of our adversaries is a paper dragon and their seemingly assured victory over The West is all smoke and mirrors. Their only advantage right now is in their Wormtongue-like ability to convince many of us that the war is over and that they have won. They like to project the image of the Sons and Daughters of The West as lifeless bodies on the battlefield, yet if one of those bodies so much as twitches it sends horrified shockwaves through their numerically advantaged combined forces. And when they discover that life yet flows in those White bodies, they will recoil into the shadows once again and their decades long threat that seemed to be on the verge of completely annihilating The West will have seemed as no more than a passing cloud on a clear day.

So rise, and stand up again you Sons and Daughters of The West. And proclaim to our foes and to one another, “We are yet alive!”

Note: I realize that many are not in a position to engage in the idealized practices described above. The point, though, is to do what you can, where you are. Be it with a gathering of two or a hundred and two. If life can be said to be music, then Western Civilization if a grand symphony and we must each play our part. Be it a big or small part, a stand-alone note or a harmonized chord, each part ultimately contributes to the majesty of the whole.



One Response to “Culture Of The Hearth”

  1. Annis Isbell on September 2nd, 2009 2:35 pm

    wow! I love this!