>>514859361
They don't. Paganism doesn't exist. 100% of "Pagans" are divided into two camps, people who hate Christianity because asdffgh and Atheists who have tacitly admitted that their religious positions are hollow and boring and yearn for something deeper, but don't have the rocks to actually adopt a real religion. Instead they surround themselves with symbols of something dead--as their faith is dead--and try to convince themselves that these dead symbols, for aligning with their nonexistent faith, actually herald a sort of divine necromancy--the idea that they can spawn into existence a religion that fits the contours of their mutilated souls instead of having to take the plunge of actual faith and believe in something that requires transformation.

In all cases the Paganism isn't actually real or the point. Nobody prays to Odin expecting to be heard, they do it to try and spite the Christian God, or to worship themselves through an acceptably abstracted proxy. As you can see this sort of thing has not been working out for them at all. The high-point of "Heathenism" was like ten years ago, coinciding with peak Reddit atheism to create this era of slop-religion with no actual content except for narcissistic political posturing.

Perhaps some very narrow sliver of people possess some actual connection to Pre-Christianity in the form of folk traditions or even familial traditions, but much as a bunch of Mexicans becoming "white supremacists" do not actually become Aryan, a bunch of deracinated urbanites from the West whose entire society is metaphysically Christian cannot simply "become" pagans. Paganism in its time was not simply a sports Jersey you wore to signal which team you were on, it was an entire metaphysical worldview, a broad set of philosophic axioms without which it does not actually exist, and neither you nor anyone else today holds to those.

>>213569691
God I can just imagine his execution. Beaten until his face is even more puffy and dysgenic looking than it is now, frog-marched by tall blonde men with cruel smiles to a stool, sat down. Someone slaps him, just for fun. Another sticks a white sheet of paper to his chest with some tape. They step back and rock paper scissors to see who gets to shoot him, the one with the scar looses and sighs, stepping back while his fellow lifts the SKS off of the table. A bored looking officer with a peaked cap shuffles through some papers and reads a sentence he obviously made up on the spot, the condemned is guilty of being a Jew, of having blood the color of shit, of looking as an ugly, fat, dysgenic chipmunk-looking left wing pig, of having stolen blue eyes from true Aryans, of having an awful haircut, of being a left-wing pig (seperate from merely looking like one,) of being a traitor, of making bad television.

Any final words? And as he opens his mouth to speak, Blondie blasts him, whoops, shot under the target by ten centimeters. He writhes on the ground, screaming and hacking up bits of organ meat from his obliterated stomach.
"Every time!" the one with the scar says, covering his face. His compatriot shrugs, strolls over, and artfully, meticulously smashes the screaming man's face in with the butt of the rifle. One bullet per customer, you know. Wham. Wham. Wham. Twitching and jerking, and spasming, a man with a caved in face does not die quickly, no no. Teeth scatter across the tiled ground like white mice fleeing the sunlight.

>>96262055
During my last trip to Agartha I frequented a teahouse run by one of the Alminthe, whom I'm told are a cadet-Race to the Atlanteans who left for Cygnus some time in the late Jurassic.

They recall that at one time the high races of man were kin to the Elves, as men once lived to ages in the hundreds of years and were far wiser and closer to the Divine. With the degeneration of man by dark forces and the corruption of the surface of Ïelthiera by the hateful sun, we have grown thin in our noble heritage and may only regain it by spending long years in the undersunlit kingdoms, closer to the Life-Current.

Very friendly people, tall as young trees and fair. They miss the stars, but can no longer venture above to dance in the light of their kinsmen in distant nebulae because the radio waves that suffuse the air above will poison their spirits and degenerate their blood, but they hope that someday they will be able to return and reunite with their human friends.

I didn't have the heart to tell them that their very memory has been profaned into sex-obsessed idolatry, hopefully we will have eliminated that problem by the time the world is healed.