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Saturday, October 25th, 2008
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11:34 pm - Because it needs said, endlessly, until someone listens.
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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
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| Monday, February 19th, 2007
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5:35 pm - Vaguely Important Announcement of Impending Changes~!
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Heilsa, Goodfolk & Tru
I'm making two changes, effective immediately, to this journal.
The first is that I'm taking it "friends only," and that friends list has been severely trimmed. If you got cut and don't want to be, reply here and tell me why not. If you've been reading my posts via the friends page of one of the communities of which I'm a member, my posts will no longer be appearing there, and you'll need to ask for friends status by replying here as well. If I don't know you, you'll also need to introduce yourself. :-)
The second is that I'm moving away from the quizzes and surveys, and back to the essays, ponderings, verbiage, pontificating, and rants with which this journal began . . . the sort of writing I used to do here, and haven't been, for quite some time. I'm looking forward to doing some wordsmithing again, and hope some of you will not only come along for the ride, but offer input and critique, as well.
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| Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
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12:49 pm - Neener neener neener . . .
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| Friday, June 2nd, 2006
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10:16 am - They know me . . . they really, REALLY know me! *G*
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| Friday, October 1st, 2004
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5:58 pm - Crap.
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| Saturday, January 17th, 2004
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11:28 am - Welcome To The Sacred Grove
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Heilsa, Goodfolk and Tru~
Hail Frey, friend of Folk
Holy Plow that opens the belly of the world
Mighty Elder Kinsman, friend and fulltrui
As the ice recalls the ocean
So my bones remember Thee.
With antler and horn, I bless and hallow this Freehold and Stead.
If this journal accomplishes anything, other than to sink into the vast sea of bookmarks that is my iMac, it will serve as a record of my thoughts about heathen community, law, and thew.
For if we persist without law, we declare ourselves outlaw by choice. It is time to build the wall of Asgardh anew, and with the shields of our better natures oppose mixture, compromise, and dilution. We are Folk by nature, of the heath and hearth, bound to our gods, bound to each other, bound to the moist and fecund soil of Vinland. Our feet step unclad onto ancient stone paths reddened by the blood of our mighty ancestors . . . which lead forward into the mists of time, the birthright of our descendants. We owe it to both to do this right.
Frith, Boar
Freyswald Freehold
Texas Asatru League
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