Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Hammer, the Swastika and their Cosmic Destiny

Just today I came across this news:

 "Buried giant Swastika is discovered by builders 70 years after it was built as a Nazi memorial but will now be broken up by jackhammers"

You can read the full article HERE

Just in few hours the goverment decided to destroy this with jackhammers. Ofcourse thats nothing new. Especially in Germany. Probably the most jewish state in Europe right now. Before that many monuments destroyed, culture artifacts removed. Even family graves. Someone with even the basic understanding of whats going on today, perhaps will find it very logical and reasonable. Its natural that the world, this current and its established forces and what they stand for to want to throw into the oblivion the symbols of their ADVERSARY. Their NATURAL ETERNAL ENEMY who no matter what they do, in one way or another, in one form or another, always come back. 

However, to me what happened today has a more profound symbolism. Its the Wolf-age! the end of a cycle. The enemy knows that this will age will pass and its idols will fall. Yes, for one more time they will destroy the symbol  but for sure they can`t always destroying something that what it represent is ETERNAL, AGELESS and TIMELESS. The same goes also for the ideals of the people who build it.

I spoke before about the profound symbolism that instantly came to my mind upon hearing this news. 
All connected at this painting:

Thor's Fight with the Giants

Painted in 1872 by the Swedish artist Marten Eskil Winge.
In this painting the god Thor swings his HAMMER Mjölnir
  and wears the megingjörd. In this power-belt appears a SWASTIKA.

Hann spennir sik megingjörðum, ok óx honum ásmegin
(He girded himself with his belt of strength, and his divine strength grew)
PROSE EDDA - Gylfaginning

Here is The Hammer and the Swastika fullfiling their Cosmic destiny!

Monday, November 20, 2017

Long Live The Helter Skelter - Death To Pigs!

Charles Manson 
1934 -2017

"There's an image and a person that the District Attorney created called 'Manson Helter Skelter.' And there's an image that's in the press that you've been reading and watching and looking at for years. And that's built up in your mind. That's an image that somebody else made up. It's got nothing, really, to do with me personally. I am not that guy. But yet that guy is built up in your mind and you think that that guy is me. You think that I'm that fire-breathing, seven-foot-tall, no good hippie cult leader bullshit bunkum punk shit that they put on me, you know. And then sometimes I think you guys get to believing that shit.

"That's not me.

"I might be worse than that, in some ways."


Saturday, November 18, 2017

Ode To The West Wind

Blog's Note: 
The happenings and the wild natural phenomena these latest days in Athens. Inspired me to search an appropriate theme to post here.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear!

"this poem was conceived and chiefly written in a wood that skirts the Arno, near Florence, and on a day when that tempestuous wind, whose temperature is at once mild and animating, was collecting the vapours which pour down the autumnal rains. They began, as I foresaw, at sunset with a violent tempest of hail and rain, attended by that magnificent thunder and lightning peculiar to the Cisalpine regions"

   Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to The West Wind" (1819)


Monday, November 13, 2017

Forest Enchantment Part II

painting by Herman August Cappelen

Recorded in April 1993 by CARPATHIAN FOREST

 Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan
as tears fall from heaven...
once I had hold the rarest rose,
But, that is now forgotten with time...

Among the tree's I wandered,
To feel the embrace of etemal eclipse
as my candle bums out,
-And we must make the myths...

Dark is the moon at harvest,
the nightly mist approaches
through the forlorned marshes,
-Then darkness has now been achieved...

"Crush your earthly virtnes,
As I stumbled through snow and frost
my feeble heart is longing for the wood,
where all dark cast a shadow...."

It's pale morrow landscape,
Has now risen through the bleak night
over the moors and mountains,
Flies the hunting ravens..., searching,

Dance through the cold shadows of Pan,
As tears fall from heaven,
Then, once I had hold the rarest rose...

Frozen is my pagan heart,
And once again the dawn is here
hear the sound of silence,
In these trees....
Are my gallows....

Forest Enchantment - The Art of Herman August Cappelen

Herman August Cappelen
A Norwegian painter influenced by the Romantic movement. A big part of his paintings have the Norwegian forests as theme. Below are some of his works.
You can read his full bio HERE 

Study of Forest (1850)
Decaying Forest (1852)
Forest Pond
More of Herman August Cappelen's art HERE


Thursday, November 9, 2017

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Savitri Devi's Pilgrimage in Externsteine

The Rocks of the Sun
Savitri Devi 
 (An extract from Chapter 9 of Pilgrimage, edited with illustrations and captions by Irmin.
Originally published at Irminsul’s Racial Nationalist Library.)

 Die Externsteine: A reputed pagan solar temple, near Horn in northern Germany.

 The Externsteine, 23rd of October 1953, in the evening.

We rolled through and past Horn, without stopping, turned to our right as we reached the outskirts of the town and then, after another five hundred yards, to our left, and followed a beautiful asphalted road bordered with trees and meadows beyond which more trees—that same, unending Teutoburg Forest in autumn garb, that I was never tired of admiring—could be seen. I looked right and left, and ahead, and did not speak. I was watching the approach of evening upon the fiery red and yellow and brown of the leaves ready to fall, and thinking of the captive eagles and of enslaved Germany, and longing for the Day of Revenge—“der Tag der Rache”—as steadily as I had been, as a matter of fact, for the last eight and half years.

Then, suddenly barring the road, a row of vertical rocks about a hundred feet high—but looking much higher, specially from a short distance—appeared, evenly grey against the bright background of the sunset sky. I recognized them at once for having seen pictures of them, and exclaimed in a low voice, with ravishment: “Die Externsteine!” 

We stepped out of the car. I stood, automatically, apart from the other travellers, as though I were aware of the fact that we belonged to two different worlds; that they, even though they were Germans, were, here, but tourists, while I, even though a foreigner, was already a pilgrim.

I looked up to the irregular stone shapes that stood between me and the further forest, into which the motorable road leads. The familiar outlines fascinated me. Not that I was, for the first time in my life, visiting a place stamped with the prestige of immemorial Sun-worship: it was anything but the first time! I had seen Delphi and Delos, and the ruins of Upper and Lower Egypt: Karnak and the Pyramids. And I had, in India, visited the celebrated “Black Pagoda” built in the shape of a Sun-chariot resting upon twelve enormous wheels, each of which corresponds to a sign of the Zodiac, and presenting in sculpture the most splendid illustration of Life at all its stages—in all its fullness—from the wildest erotic scenes that adorn most of the surface of the lower walls, to the serene stillness of lonely medication: the meditation of the Sun-god Himself, whose seated statue dominates the whole structure. And I had visited the extraordinary temple of Sringeri, every one of the twelve columns of which is struck in turn by the first Sun-rays, on the day the Sun enters a new constellation....

Read the full article HERE


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

What is Halloween/Samhain About?


Sunday, October 29, 2017

JAMES HARTUNG MADOLE - Father of American Esoteric Fascism

"For more than thirty years, James H. Madole (1927-1979) regularly harangued passers-by on the crowded streets of New York City with his urgent call for a fascist revolution in the United States. His appearances owed much to the customs of an open-air revival meeting and evangelical preaching. Flanked by his own stormtroopers clad in uniform black caps, gray shirts with lightning-bolt armbands and black trousers, Madle always wore a close-fitting suit jacket with all three buttons fastened and a ludicrous motorcycle crash helmet above his thick horn-rimmed glasses… his campaign strategy, his organization, and above all, his philosophy and doctrines of Aryan renewal identity identify him as an early and important figure in the development of esoteric fascism."

 Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke 
"Black Sun: Aryan Cults, Esoteric Nazism and the Politics of Identity"

For more info on James H. Madole and his legacy check the following links:

(collection of articles)

(National Renaissance Party & J.H.Madole archive)

Saturday, October 28, 2017

The Oak Tree, a Natural Monument

Article taken from SCRIBE DIEM

In all areas north of the equator oak trees grow naturally, and in ancient times immense oak woods covered large parts of Europe. The oak is a remarkable tree, a divine tree, famous, revered, and threatened. As irregular, powerful and vulnerable as life itself.
Sacred woods

The oak tree symbolizes dignity, wisdom, and the connection between gods and humans. This way, the tree played a decisive role in the lives of prehistoric people. For ancient Persians, Greeks and Romans the oak stood, quite literally, for willpower. The Roman author Tacitus describes the sacreds woods of the Germanic people, where sacred trees were worshipped. At the foot of the mighty oak, justice was administered, offerings were made, and runes cut and used to forsee the future.

Worship did not take place in temples, but under trees in the open air. Specifically chosen oak trees were used to honour Thor (or Donar). The word oak is related to the Indo-Germanic word igja, ‘reverence or respect’, the word druid to the Celtic word for oak (druids were also known as ‘oak-men’). Such worship of nature was, of course, a thorn in the flesh of any missionary. Not surprisingly there are many stories about the cutting down of such ‘Donareiken’ (Thor’s Oaks), also known as Jove’s Oaks. Perhaps the most famous example of this kind of oak-sacrilege was commited by the ‘Apostle of the Germans’, Bonifatius, around 723.
Thunder and lightning

Several ancient people connect oak trees closely with thunder gods. Thor or Donar with the Germanic people, Taranis with the Celts, Zeus with the Greeks and Jupiter with the Romans. There are also claims that lightning is more likely to strike oak trees than any other type of tree. Supposedly because the deep rooted oaks are well earthed, or as a result of the high water content of the oak trees. Or, as the German saying has it: ‘Vor den Eichen soll man weichen, Nur die Buchen soll man suchen’.

Not everybody is convinced however. It may be that due to differences in tree bark, lightning strikes at beeches can be easily overlooked. The smooth bark allows rainwater to run down smoothly along the stem and leads the lightning strike, often without any visible damage into the ground. The oak tree however, has a heavily channeled bark which interrupts the streams of rain. This causes lightning strikes to penetrate more often into the tree itself and can, through the broad vessels and retained water inside the tree, inflict more damage to it.
A jewel for the landscape

Whatever the case may be, the oak is a majestical and imposing tree. With its knotty hard wood and impressive top and foliage, it appears to have more branches and shoots than any other tree. All around the world there are famous specimen of these striking trees, benchmarks in the landscape, where even today people gather to watch and enjoy.

One such an example is ‘Major Oak’ in Sherwood Forest. Local folklore claims the tree to be Robin Hood’s hideout and place to sleep for his Merry Men. The tree is possibly between 800-1000 years old and the branches are nowadays supported to keep them from succumbing to their weight. Other examples of famous oak trees are De Dikke Eik (The Thick Oak) of Liernu in the Walloon province in Belgium, the thickest oak tree in the Low Countries, estimated at 700 years old. The Heilige Eik (Sacred Oak) of Den Hout, near Oosterhout in Brabant, the Netherlands, is another fine example. Planted around 1250 it is now a hollowed tree (indeed, caused by a lightning strike).


Nature reserve Wolfheze is situated just south of the village of Wolfheze, near Arnhem in Gelderland, and is under trust of Natuurmonumenten, a Dutch organisation comparable with the British National Trust. Apart from being a varied area of outstanding beauty, with broad-leaved forests, open moors, and brooks meandering through the diverse landscapes, it has also special cultural and historical value.

In the footsteps of our prehistoric forebears, we walk the paths that take us along many burial mounds dating back to the Neolithic and Bronze ages, about 2800-1100 BC. Sometimes a mound stands on its own, in other places several mounds are standing in a row.

The medieval ‘church hill’ is all that remains of an old church building and accompanying churchyard that, together will a few farmhouses and a sheep fold, formed the ‘deserted village’ of Old Wolfheze. During the Eighty Years’ War, the Dutch war of independence from Spain, the village was ravaged by plundering Spaniards in 1585. The outlines are still visible as gentle slopes in the landscape.

The track traverses two parallel running earthen banks. These are medieval dikes, probably meant to control the road that ran between them. Even today some of the cart tracks are still visible in the landscape. A more modern kind of dike is the ‘ecoduct’, or wildlife crossing, running over the A50. It connects the Wolfhezerheide that is cut in two by the motorway. The ecoduct not only serves as a safe crossing for animals, it also acts as a footpath.

Wolfheze is situated on the edge of the Veluwe on natural sandy ground. To meet the demand of water and hydropower for water mills, several so-called spring brooks were cut between 1600-1800. These kind of brooks spring at a sunk well and follow the natural altitude down the hills. The Heelsumse beek (Heelsum Brook) is to this day of great importance for nature and landscape, and is attractive to all kinds of plants and animals. And humans too. Nature reserve Wolfheze is a Valhalla for reptiles like lizards, grass snakes and vipers. It is also home to different kinds of woodpeckers, such as the spotted, green and black woodpecker. Ravens brood in the forrests here, obviously, what is Odin / Wodan to do without his Huginn and Muninn?


This time of year the tracks in the forest are surrounded by many splendid and beautifully coloured beech, birch and oak trees. Coming from the heath, the younger trees – in the prime of their lives – form a kind of double row along the paths that leads to a group of monumental oak trees. Not especially large, and not as old as the earlier mentioned famous oak trees, but still about 450 years old. A famous lot, and quite remarkable. Where oak trees normally are associated with Donar, this group is known as the Wodanseiken, Odin’s Oaks. The pretty, fanciful and irregular formed trees nowadays stand amidst a broad-leaved forest, but for centuries they stood in open moorland along the brook. This explains why the oaks are relatively small, with crowns starting low.

The name of this group of oaks, the Wodanseiken, was thought up by the landscape painter Johannes Warnardus Bilders, founder of the ‘Oosterbeekse School’, a group of romantic landscape painters that painted out in the open, ‘en plein air’. To the Oosterbeekse School belonged, amongst others, also Johannes’ son Gerard, Hendrik Willem Mesdag, Willem Maris, Anton Mauve, Willem Roelofs and Jacob Jan Cremer. The varied landscapes of the southern Veluwezoom with its forests, moors, fields and hills of lateral moraine, the many brooks, springs and pools, inspired a great number of artists.

Natuurmonumenten manages and maintains the nature reserve and is advised by the Archeologische Monumentenwacht (Archaeological Monument Watch) and others. This way the monuments such as the burial mounds, dike and church hill are preserved and kept free from overgrowth.

Special care is also taken of the Wodanseiken. This is quite urgent as it appears all’s not going well for oak trees. In an alarming article in Puur Natuur (autumn 2016), the quarterly of Natuurmonumenten, Wilco Meijers writes about environmental damage by ammonia and nitrogen. Both are found in increasing amounts in forest soil, while at the same time minerals become more scarce because of erosion. The cycle of the forest is disrupted and a negative chain reaction started.

This is also bad news for oak trees and the food chain bound to the trees: the oak trees grow less well now their roots are being hindered by the amount of nitrogen in the soil. Soil fungi that assist the oak tree absorbing nutrients suffer as well. The oak leaves contain less nutrients for caterpillars, that die more and more premature. Of course this has its negative effect on all kinds of caterpillar-eating birds, which in return leads to a shortage of nourishment for birds of prey and nutrients for their eggs. Therefore, the amount of ammonia and nitrogen has to come down. Not just for the sake of the oak, but for the environment, nature, plants and animals. And for us humans.

Natuurmonumenten have plotted a couple of really nice walks in Nature reserve Wolfheze. High Wolfheze (Yellow route, 3.5km) and Low Wolfheze (Blue route, 4.5) that can also be combined to a longer trail and have the Wodanseiken at their heart. A third walk (8.5km) starts and finishes at the railway station of Wolfheze. This route combines the highlights of the Yellow and Blue routes and also brings you over the wildlife crossing.

Go for a walk, admire the oak trees and cherish these jewels of the landscape. Combine the walk among the Wodanseiken, ‘en plein air’, with a visit to Museum Veluwezoom, housed in nearby Kasteel Doorwerth. Currently you can enjoy the exhibition ‘Inspired landscape. Life and work of Johannes Warnardus Bilders’. It’s well worth the trip.


Monday, October 23, 2017

Visions of Mortality

1967 -2017

My life turns into sand
Immortality is my dream
Man shall follow my command
Sorcery shall conquer my fear
Astral magic and runic wand
I feel that wisdom is near

Across the mountain's ice
Scarlett at the equinox' dawn
I sacrificed an innocent lamb
And drunk the wine of paradise
But, still run the sands of time
Just one thing yet to be done

As spells surround me
At a lightmass' night
He raised the abyss
Covered by the sword

I sold my soul in vain
I feel it, as he returns
The sands of time will never run
For an immortal dead man

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

H.P. Lovecraft on Cats and The Nature of Western Aryan Man

"...but amidst this chaos of intellectual and emotional grovelling a few free souls have always stood out for the old civilised realities which mediaevalism eclipsed—the stern classic loyalty to truth, strength, and beauty given by a clear mind and uncowed spirit to the full-living Western Aryan confronted by Nature’s majesty, loveliness, and aloofness. This is the virile aesthetic and ethic of the extensor muscles—the bold, buoyant, assertive beliefs and preferences of proud, dominant, unbroken, and unterrified conquerors, hunters, and warriors—and it has small use for the shams and whimperings of the brotherly, affection-slobbering peacemaker and cringer and sentimentalist. Beauty and sufficiency—twin qualities of the cosmos itself—are the gods of this aristocratic and pagan type; to the worshipper of such eternal things the supreme virtue will not be found in lowliness, attachment, obedience, and emotional messiness. This sort of worshipper will look for that which best embodies the loveliness of the stars and the worlds and the forests and the seas and the sunsets, and which best acts out the blandness, lordliness, accuracy, self-sufficiency, cruelty, independence, and contemptuous and capricious impersonality of all-governing Nature." 

H.P. LOVECRAFT  "Cats and Dogs"


Saturday, October 14, 2017

GAE BOLGA Zine issue II Out Now!

The second issue of Gae Bolga has just been printed. As before, the interviews are concerned with what drives the interviewees to make music, rather than just the gear they use or the beer they drink.

Coming in at about 30 pages, there are no articles this time, but interviews with: SANCTUAIRE (QC), BLAKULLA (FRA), CONDOR (COL), DREADFUL RELIC (GRC), WARWULF (USA) & KULTURKAMPF (OZ).

As before, half the copies are in French, and half are in English. Quantities are limited. Trades welcome.

4CAD each, shipping included.
curseofmacha (at) gmail (dot) com

Copies from the english version soon available at
FROST & FIRE web-shop:

Friday, October 13, 2017

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Magic and Spells of The Wild Hunt!

I often go on bitter nights
To Wodan’s oak in the quiet glade
With dark powers to weave a union –
The moonlight showing me the runic spell
And all who are full of impudence during the day
Are made small by the magic formula!
They draw shining steel – but instead of going into combat,
They solidify into stalagmites.
Thus the wrong ones separate from the genuine ones –
I reach into a nest of words
Then give to the good and fair
With my formula blessings and prosperity. 



Wednesday, September 27, 2017

A Day at the Frazetta Art Museum

taken from

"Recently, we here at Quarantine Studio had the opportunity to visit our first ever licensor, the Frank Frazetta museum. An invitation had been extended to us earlier this year to come up and take a look at some unpublished works to see if we could find a subject for another statue. We knew that we would see some amazing artwork but nothing could prepare us for what we actually experienced.

The museum is located in East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania, a new destination for us. It is a small town among beautiful wooded hills just an hour or so away from the very busy Newark, New Jersey. Traveling up the small road towards the museum, we had no idea what was in store, and the amazing works of art, waiting to be seen. 

 Breaking from the wood-covered road, a medieval-style building greeted us…Frank and Ellies’s museum. As we parked and waited to meet Frank Jr and his wife Lori, we peered out over the pond and saw instantly why Frank Sr loved this place so much. You are surrounded by the beautiful Pennsylvania countryside with lush forests and rolling landscapes. The setting was magical and briefly took me back to my childhood, as I waited anxiously to open my gifts on Christmas morning. William said he thought we had just walked into the most peaceful place on Earth.

Frank and Lori greeted us with handshakes and a big hug. These two are unique and tell a story about who they are without ever saying a word. Faced with a what would have been a difficult choice for anyone, to enjoy the spoils of a vast inheritance or share their father’s gifts with the world, these two said it was no choice. They live to keep the Frank Frazetta Art Museum alive and well for everyone to enjoy just like Frank Sr and Ellie had dreamed. They don’t even charge admission to come and experience these magnificent works of art.

Entering the museum, we were instantly transported back in time when social media and video games didn’t exist. A time when you picked up a paperback or a comic book to read, or took out a record to listen to. Many people were drawn to these works, simply because the artwork displayed on their covers. Whether Conan the Barbarian, Molly Hatchet’s album, or creepy and eerie comics, Frank Frazetta’s work was stunning. He had the ability to transport you to whatever world his brushstrokes painted. One of Frank’s greatest gifts was his ability to trick the human eye into seeing something in his works that may not really be there. It all remains beautifully displayed in
every painting hanging on the wall in his museum..... 

 (Click above to read the rest of this article)



Friday, September 22, 2017

Autumnal Equinox

The AUTUMN sonnet
Antonio Vivaldi


The peasant celebrates with song and dance the harvest safely gathered in.
The cup of Bacchus flows freely, and many find their relief in deep slumber.

Adagio molto

The singing and the dancing die away
as cooling breezes fan the pleasant air,
inviting all to sleep
without a care.


The hunters emerge at dawn,
ready for the chase,
with horns and dogs and cries.
Their quarry flees while they give chase.
Terrified and wounded, the prey struggles on,
but, harried, dies. 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The 300 Spartans by Hermann Göring

Taken from speech right after the German 6th Army had capitulated to the Soviet forces after the battle of Stalingrad in 1943.
Video produced by ESOTERIC TRUTHS

Goering, a Biography

Friday, September 15, 2017

ABSURD - The Return of The Tyrants of German Black Metal

ABSURD returns with a new line-up and a come back gig!
Official statement taken from:

After a five-year hiatus, the tyrants of German Black Metal are getting ready for a series of live performances with a new line-up! The first on the list is the legendary Asgardsrei-festival, which is taking place in Kiev, on December 16th, where Absurd will play alongside of Goatmoon, Naer Mataron, Peste Noire, M8l8th, Burshtyn. Tickets can be ordered here:

Founding member JFN has reformed the band with a new line-up of committed session musicians, while he himself will perform vocal duty. JFN explains this decision in a brief public statement:
 "It's not a novelty for Absurd to replace some members every now and then, this has happened more than once ever since 1992. When band activity dropped to zero after 2012, me and Wolf concluded that I should give it a try and reform Absurd once more. Our first live apperance will take place at the Asgardsrei festival, where Commando Wolf, long-time friend of Absurd, will join us to play bass guitar. Together we'll play the entire tracklist of the notorious "Asgardsrei"-album, from 1998, as well as some classic songs of the early band history. Be there or drop dead!"

Wednesday, September 13, 2017


"Since the mid-20th century, the world has only ever heard one side of the most horrific war in human history. We are today living in the world of the victors of that war and without an objective, rational and balanced view of our history, we are doomed to repeat the mistakes. After World War Two, the victors of the war not only went on to write our history books , but also going so far as to criminalize the mere questioning of the official story’s orthodoxy. The truth is, that our world today can only be understood through a correct understanding of World War II, the forces behind it and the conflicts between Globalism and Nationalism.

For very good reasons, most people don't trust the mainstream media anymore. You have already heard the official history millions of times, In this film you will find the secret history, where you will find the real causes of the events.

The intention with this documentary is to correct over 70 years of misinformation, restore the truth, the honesty and justice in the world. We must face the truth, however unpleasant and inconvenient it may be. We can’t do anything about the past; but by correcting the misinformation and distortions of the truth attached to it, we can unite and make sure that these horrors never will be repeated."

Friday, September 8, 2017

The Ancient DNA of The Greeks

Intresting new discoveries concerning the DNA of modern Greeks announced last August.  Below is the article from SCIENCE MAG

 The Greeks really do have near-mythical origins, ancient DNA reveals

 Ever since the days of Homer, Greeks have long idealized their Mycenaean “ancestors” in epic poems and classic tragedies that glorify the exploits of Odysseus, King Agamemnon, and other heroes who went in and out of favor with the Greek gods. Although these Mycenaeans were fictitious, scholars have debated whether today’s Greeks descend from the actual Mycenaeans, who created a famous civilization that dominated mainland Greece and the Aegean Sea from about 1600 B.C.E. to 1200 B.C.E., or whether the ancient Mycenaeans simply vanished from the region.

Now, ancient DNA suggests that living Greeks are indeed the descendants of Mycenaeans, with only a small proportion of DNA from later migrations to Greece. And the Mycenaeans themselves were closely related to the earlier Minoans, the study reveals, another great civilization that flourished on the island of Crete from 2600 B.C.E. to 1400 B.C.E. (named for the mythical King Minos).

The ancient DNA comes from the teeth of 19 people, including 10 Minoans from Crete dating to 2900 B.C.E. to 1700 BCE, four Mycenaeans from the archaeological site at Mycenae and other cemeteries on the Greek mainland dating from 1700 B.C.E. to 1200 B.C.E., and five people from other early farming or Bronze Age (5400 B.C.E. to 1340 B.C.E.) cultures in Greece and Turkey. By comparing 1.2 million letters of genetic code across these genomes to those of 334 other ancient people from around the world and 30 modern Greeks, the researchers were able to plot how the individuals were related to each other.

Read the full article HERE


Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Latin Chant to Perseus

Et hereditas mea spiritus...
Spiritus enim meus supermel dulcis
Et hereditas mea super mel et favum
Perseus rex rex rex
Et clamor meus et clamor meus
Ad te veniat spiritus ad te veniat
Memoria mea in generationes
Saeculorum saeculorum saeculorum

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Leonard Misonne - The Artist of Photography

"Belgian photographer Leonard Misonne (1870-1943) trained as an engineer before discovering photography. Raised in Gilly, Belgium, the photographer traveled throughout his homeland and beyond to capture the landscape and people of Europe in the Pictorialist style. Photographs, characterized by soft, painterly scenes, were created through alternative printing processes that utilize materials such as oil and gum bichromate. The Pictorialist movement of the late 19th and early 20th centuries sought to elevate photography to the level of other fine arts such as painting and sculpture.

Misonne said, "The sky is the key to the landscape." This philosophy is clear in many of Misonne's images, often filled with billowing clouds, early morning fog, or rays of sunlight. The artist excelled at capturing his subjects in dramatic, directional light, illuminating figures from behind, which resulted in a halo effect. Favoring stormy weather conditions, Misonne often found his subjects navigating the streets under umbrellas or braced against the gusts of a winter blizzard.

Misonne's mastery of the various printing processes that he used is evidenced by the fine balance between what has been photographically captured and what has been manipulated by the artist's hand in each print. To perfect this balance, Misonne created his own process, called mediobrome, combining bromide and oil printing.

The artist's monochromatic prints in both warm and cool tones convey a strong sense of place and time, as well as a sense of nostalgia for his familiar homeland. Whether the subject is a city street or a pastoral landscape, the perfect light carefully captured by Misonne creates a serene and comforting scene reminiscent of a dreamscape."
Article Taken from

More pictures HERE