As the dark days of winter continue and our islands prepare to be bombarded by yet another influx of politically dubious, mob-handed ignorant racist homophobes, waiting to disgorge their neo-EEC criminal personalities onto our already-battered psyche, it’s surely time to re-evaluate what we in the West stand for, or whether or not we even stand for anything at all at this stage in the early 007. After the contents of the past couple of Drudions, many have emailed me to ask how I can refer to myself as an Odinist and yet remain Godless. I have, therefore, decided to take up your time by explaining here a little more about what I mean by Odinism, for it is neither an intellectual conceit nor yet another substitute for organised religion, as so many Neo-Pagan cults appear to be. Long before the birth of our two daughters, Dorian and I decided that neither should attend school religious education (yes, yes, yes, all you alarmed foreigners, they still pray in schools here). Furthermore, we decided that our children should be taught to salute only what they could see, and were brought up only to thank the Mother Earth for food, as she was the obvious source of our life here. However, as Jesus Christ always appeared to me to be a wholly useless role model for a man like myself (having died in desert regions through execution aged 33 at the hands of invading oppressors), I decided instead to follow the path of one who lived a long life, who fought for what he believed in rather than turning the other cheek, one whose geographical location was akin to mine, and whose life was informed by the female who spawned him. That figure was Odin, or ‘The Odin’ to be more precise, as his name was actually a title. Unlike the so-called Gods of the present religions (who were later Constructs), Odin is so ancient that he appears throughout our Indo-European languages and was so much a fundamental cornerstone of humankind that he was not a God at all. To the Scandinavian tribes known as the Rus (whence comes Russia and Russky), Odin was the singular shaman, the One, still appearing in modern Russian numbering as Odin, Diva, Tree (One Two Three). His consort was the Goddess, or Diva (she who divides into two by giving birth). Therefore modern Russian betrays its Scandinavian roots by locating Odin and Diva at the head of its numbering. The mythical Odin had only one eye, plucked out as a gift to the Goddess in return for her ancient wisdom. In his most ancient guise he was Od, the singular shaman, still invoked in Shakespeare’s time in such archaic phrases as ‘Od’s Teeth!’ and ‘Od’s Boddikins!’ None of the earliest temples to Odin exist, for the tribes refused to contain him in a building, declaring that the woods themselves were his temples. The Germans called him Woden, the Wooden God of oak forests, whence came the idea of touching wood for luck, frowned upon by Christians, who made out that it was mere superstition. In actuality, touching wood was to remind us of Odin/Woden’s relationship with the sacred tree of Yggdrasil, on which he hung for nine days, fasting in trance. Furthermore, Odin’s realm was not just restricted to the northern realms, for many of his stories of his role as a lawman originate in the Mediterranean latitudes as far east as the Levant. And so, brothers and sisters, my Odinism is no mere intellectual conceit, but rather an ANTIDOTE to the constructed Gods. I challenge the desert priests of Allah, Jehovah and the so-called Christian Gods to explain why their own Gods cannot be found in the everyday language we speak. Indeed, while we still invoke Odin/Woden every Wednesday, and still invoke his comrades Thor (Thursday), Frigg (Friday) and Tyr/Tiw (Tuesday), no such honour has been bestowed upon the so-called Gods of the big three religions that pervade (and infect) our modern culture. The priests of Allah, Jehovah and the Christian God have to rely on faith (and set such store by it) because they can provide no actual evidence of their deities having existed – extensive written ramblings by so-called learned ancestors is no more evidence than Grandpa’s insistence that he once saw a UFO in the 1940s. It’s a nice body of traditions but no more. And we scientific Westerners here in the north rely on evidence. We need no faith, for our evidence is strong. We don’t need Gods, which is why I yell “Death to organised religion”. Because Odin’s not a God and he doesn’t need worshipping, instead I follow his path as a mentor and teacher. He’s ancient and beyond all that, he’s part of the fundament, so he’s useful, and he’s invoked everyday without our even needing to know it… which is why he’s so Rock’n’(fucking) roll!
SESIONES DRONICAS by Fuzzy Lady
ASTRAL BLESSING by Astral Blessing
THOSE PEARLS THAT WERE HIS EYES by Charles Cohen and Ed Wilcox
MATTMAR by Råd Kjetil And The Loving Eye of God
LAKE WINNEBAGO by Zodiac Mountain
LOSS OF EFFECT by Primordial Undermind
To conclude, I’d just like to comment that my own new album YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WITH ME will follow the same 2CD format as my recent albums CITIZEN CAIN’D and DARK ORGASM. I should also note that the next Universal Julian Cope re-issue will be a deluxe 2CD edition of PEGGY SUICIDE., which should arrive sometime in late Spring. Like JEHOVAHKILL, this record was originally released on double vinyl in the very early ‘90s, and there’s enough (nay, shitloads) of unreleased extra material, EPs tracks and pre-RITE grooves to warrant including the second CD. However, as SAINT JULIAN, FRIED and WORLD SHUT YOUR MOUTH were all of the then-industry-standard 40-minutes in length, these three will not be getting the ‘deluxe’ treatment.
Love Reign Upon Y’all,
JULIAN (Lord Yatesbury)