Heeding the Soul’s Call

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A question was once asked: ‘Who is your god?’

This question threw me, it was blunt, and it was unforgiving.

What kind of a question is that?! I thought. Can such a forthright and probing question be satisfied by a similar-styled answer? Can mere words satisfy my want of expression in regards to such a ‘topic’?

My liege! My god! My ancestors’ expression of the ineffable diffusion of Light! My ‘means’ of being ‘gathered up Home again’!

My identity will be unwillingly constructed in regards to what reply I give; the ‘type’ of person I am assumed to be, hinted at, according to what ‘name’ I offer to the interrogator. As like the Clans and Families of old, there is the inseparable link to their Name, you can know facets of a person through their ancestors’ legacy; likewise a legacy may be judged according to the actions of those in the ‘here and now’. Name is honoured, protected, upheld, a shared identity, a bond forged through the common kinship to ancestor, to tutelary deity. A deity, which may only be ‘fairly judged’ via personal relationship (as is the case with a kinship bond) or in more empirical terms ‘experiential or relational means’. For without this grounding, all that remains is the faculty of Intellect being exercised on a name; the result of such an Intellectual feat will usually fall short of the mark and judgement, opinion or first impression will already be made nonetheless.

Deific names are offered around cyberspace or moots, seemingly like a cheap currency, possibly due to the craving to be given a desired perceived identity; without the deep roots of spiritual ancestry, mistaken concern is given to empty forms as the deeper force contained within such vessels isn’t fully realised. Yet this soon runs the risk of a ‘Who’s Who’ attitude at best, or at worst, a ‘holier than thou’ attitude to slowly develop. One will do well to remember that many are the paths that lead to Rome, paths etched by the ancestral footsteps of differing tribes or peoples, paths that if a true beacon to ‘Home’, must speak the language of the Soul rather than the language of the dominant culture… or whatever is in vogue at the time. This then, lends itself to the thought that like Family (see The Fateful Bonds of Kinship), one’s deity isn’t chosen through the comfortable idea of ‘Free Will’ but ‘has always been’ from the inception of the Soul to the present life in blood and bone.

Once the Soul’s cry has been heeded to, the golden chain can then be fused strong, as a solemn and binding Covenant is formed between itself and the tutelary deity. Only once one ‘takes all that they are given through giving all of themselves’ (paraphrasing Robert Cochrane) is one able to clearly walk the path forged by their People, as they will then be accompanied by the bearer of Light, to navigate and protect them as they surely make their way back ‘Home’ from exile, a prospect treacherous and daunting for those without such Light to guide them.

Forgive me then if, as I am protected by my ancestral deity, I wish to reciprocate that protection towards Him, my guiding Light, the One that allows me to walk clearly this beaten path to Her, to ‘Home’, to Truth, and hold my god close, inseparable, as I wouldn’t bear my soul to those outside of Kin, I too am hesitant offer such a candid or nonchalant answer.

To the question: ‘Who is your god?’

I offer this response, paraphrasing a true spiritual ancestor; ‘Truth is another name for the Godhead’ (Robert Cochrane), though I shall add;

Which paths or ‘names’ we take to get to Truth must be decided not through desire, or Intellect but through the call made via fusion of Spirit, Blood and Bone spoken through the voice of the Soul.

In Lux Veritas.

The Cunning Apostle

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The Fateful Bonds of Kinship

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Too loosely it seems, that the terms ‘Brother’ or ‘Sister’ are thrown about, as if it is a mere nickname for a friend or acquaintance, the ‘in’ thing to do maybe? Too often it seems, that these terms are put on others without a mutual consent, as a way of ‘owning’ a relationship with another and the perceived ‘status’ that the relationship may bring.

This is no different to the tom-cat urinating all over its territory! This is not the true spirit of Kinship.

On the whole, friendships and acquaintances can be won or lost with a matter of ease and effortless simplicity when compared to the inseparable bond of Kinship once recognised as such. To be Kin is to surrender the whims and wants of singular self in favor for what is necessary for the nurturing continuation of one’s People.

“Do not what you desire, do what is necessary..”

~ (Robert Cochrane)

The concept of Kinship would be too burdensome for those who look for and hold on to a security found in their own ego, own reflection, own ‘world’. Within the occult community and the neo-pagan sphere the idea of Kinship seems somewhat romanticised; a sickly-sweet lullaby to soothe the lonely wanderer. As in nature, however, this sweetness and soothing is only half of the reality. The most beautiful flower or most majestic tree is only supported by the deep, unromantic, unerring roots, acting by necessity, hidden from view.

Toil, strain, adversity, things that are usually shied away from when faced individually, are met head-on when one’s People are experiencing such. One cannot shy away and pretend that their life of ‘self’ is all okay, an attitude of: “I will just stay quiet and keep the head beneath the parapet, this will all blow over soon” is the misgivings of an acquaintance or a friend at best, who would greet with open arms shouting “Brother! Sister!” when it was safe to do so again. This is not the behaviour of Kin, as true Kinship is not the easy path.

Is Kinship, true Kinship, something to be sought after? Can it be sought after? As if it were an aim to achieve within the choice and control of mortal mind. “You can choose your friends but you cannot choose your family” is an adage to be considered indeed. Being re-united with those who share the Mark is a blessing indeed, yet it was out of my hands and so by Her Grace I was pulled and I am enveloped, for better or worse, together we now stand.

When Troths are given, and vows are made upon the crossed roads (see Veritas Omnia Vincit), it is pledging loyalty through the rough and joyous laughter through the smooth. Submitting one’s self within Himself, an obligation shared in Her Name, upholding Her honour in Truth. It is the discovery of Self and surrendering it as an offering for one’s People which is a true and worthy sacrifice. The tethers of ego are to be loosed, the ties that bind now are bonds of Kinship. Without realising, the false-self slowly whithers and fades, actions and thoughts that previously may not have been seen to be ‘yours’ are now being made, for now you are Kin and how you act is now for the good of the whole, the Kinsfolk must continue in order for those searching to be gathered ‘home’ again, this is the unitive priority, this priority is natural and goes without question. One’s totality, is shared in “the blood“, surrendered in Truth; strength in unity, through which a continued heritage, a legacy shining out as a beacon for those of Family to look towards and walk the path back home.

Some may feel that this is a heavy burden, a burden which shouldn’t be imposed on them as they search for their ‘own truth’; these are the people that should think twice before declaring the Fateful bonds of Kinship.

In Lux Veritas,

The Cunning Apostle

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