Egyptian Mythology

Bulgarian. French. MagyarSerbian. Spanish.

We all know that Egypt is located in Africa, but DNA research tells us that at least the first Egyptian dynasties were ruled by Europeans. We assume that the last dynasty had a black pharao, and we know that in the few dynasties before that the royalty struggled to find royal mates. They even preferred to import princes and princesses from enemy kingdoms, rather than marry one from their own population. In fact, they even preferred to marry their own siblings, rather than marry anyone from the ordinary Egyptian population. We also know that finally, when they ran out of ‘good marriage material’ the Egyptian kingdom fell (during the black dynasty).

Egyptian Queen Nerfertiti

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The Egypt we know today is of course different from Ancient Egypt. First the Africans (blacks) took over, then the Greeks conquerred the falling Ancient Egypt (and as we know, the amazingly beautiful Cleopatra of Ancient Egypt was of Greek origin), then the Romans took over, and then the Arabs took over, as late as in the 7th century. Today’s Egyptians are probably a mix of all these groups: Ancient Egyptians, Africans, Greeks, Romans, Arabs and slaves of all ‘nearby’ races.

The Egyptian mythology though, is of course of European origin, and is therefore in accordance with the other European mythologies – all of them, from Ireland to India. Not only that: it is one of the oldest European mythologies, and can because of that be seen by us Europeans as one of the most valuable ones.

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PS. There is a hypothesis, stating that the last of the eventually rather racially mixed lower nobility and less racially mixed upper nobility left Egypt for Ireland, and was assimilated by the natives there, and that would of course explain the presence of so much red and other dark hair in Ireland and the rest of the British Isles, and also the many myths about snakes in Ireland (there are no snakes in Ireland), but whether or not this is true is still unknown.  

A source (L. A. Waddell’s, The Makers of Civilisation) supporting what I say here, and adding so much more as well:

(1). The Makers of Civilization in Race & History. (Title and preliminary pages).

(2). The Makers of Civilization in Race & History. (Page. 1-150).

(3). The Makers of Civilization in Race & History. (Page. 151-300).

(4). The Makers of Civilization in Race & History. (Page. 301-450).

(5). The Makers of Civilization in Race & History. (Page. 451-600).

(6). The Makers of Civilization in Race & History. (Page. 601-608).

(7). The Makers of Civiliszation in Race & History. (Index).

 

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Runes in the Green Grass

French. MagyarSerbian.

First some music.

In case you didn’t know: I don’t enjoy writing. I don’t want to write. I don’t plan to write. I fact, every time I do write something, like I do now with this post for the TP blog, I plan not to write anything more, ever again, but I always fail to do so. I fail because I feel a strong need to ensure the survival of the most essential parts of our European (Pagan) culture, and to do so I have to write down what I know about this, and what others don’t seem to know, and eventually publish what I write in form of books.

Every man must die, but a tribe can live forever. I worry not about my life; my life is good and I have no complaints personally, and if I die today I die knowing that I spent my time well. But I worry about the life of my tribe, my people, my race. Our Pagan culture is the foundation on which we stand. Without it we will fall, sink into the ground – like we are doing today, and like we have done the last thousand years – and eventually disappear from the face of the earth. As part of my tribe I don’t want that to ever happen: I am alive, my survival instincts are intact, so I keep writing… to ensure that the foundation remains strong and powerful. To ensure that our glorious, thoroughly good and deeply honest tribes will be able to at one point rid itself of the foreign yoke, Judeo-Christianity, and then return to greatness, in mind, blood and spirit, and live honourable lives again, like we did in the days of yore.

The blood of our Pagan forebears is in us, so we can remember and miss that Golden Age of Europe. We can feel the longing deep within our hearts and minds. We can remember the Europe that was not committing suicide, that was not destroying itself.

And we can miss it.

And we can work to make it return.

Hail the European Deities! Hail and Joy!