A quick, dirty and wholly UPG about Armanen Runes, and how I learned to step outside the Futhorc - briefly. And rants. Trigger warning. You have been warned.
The real true hidden lost ancient old tale of the origin of Llap Goch, world's most deadliest martial art of fighting, is revealed. Long suppressed by the Vatican Archivists, a journeyman from the Guild of the Eternal Anglo Files has collected this story at great risk to himself. Consider donating to his Hatreon. Don't tell the Lerner Elder of Spectrum. Or do. Nobody cares, this is an inside joke. If you get it, you're in, if you're not in and you get it, you're sick. Seek help.
The art of living and dieing meets a rather newfangled Beowulf film. No, not Scottish guy Beowulf. Not even cartoon Beowulf. Computer Beowulf.
Some more thoughts on Gnosticism. Take it or leave it, inspired by a podcast I heard on the Fyrgen. Why I think the Europaganisms tell the same story with different lingo that can be analysed using Gnostic themes.
You know it.
Trigger warning. I guess that's it. Topics include topics. Whatever.
A bit of a thought train regarding the tale of the peopling of Albion. Spergery herein shall be reckoned afoot.
:ᛋᚳᛟᛈᛖᚳᚱᚪᚠᛏ᛫ᚪᛒᛟᚢᛏ᛫ᛠᚱᚦᛋ᛫ᚠᚪᛚᛚ᛫ᚪᚾᛞ᛫ᚹᛟᛞᛖᚾᛋ᛫ᚱᛁᛋᛖ + ᚻᚪᛁᛚ᛫ᛄᛖ᛫ᚹᛁᚾᛏᛖᚱ:
Follows is my retelling of the first peopling of the Island called Albion, today England. Everybody loves origin stories. Come get yours today, ye sons of Albion and Her children. Here there be Giants.
Or not. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy.
Fat Lady, singing. Give her to me.
Brain dump flavoured with antikosher Maine salt and insane ranting. Pre-winter edition.