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Hail to the Warrior Dead This Labor Day

September 7, 2015 3 comments

Hail to the Warrior Dead who bled and died so that children no longer had to work in factories and mines, so that safety for all those They left behind became a priority, so that the death-march drudge of factory and industry conditions stopped churning out as steady a line of corpses as products.  Hail to the Warrior Dead of Blair Mountain Ridge, of the Haymarket Riots, of the Black Patch Wars, of the Flint Sit-Down Strike known to the workers as “The Battle of the Bulls Run”, and so many other times where You All marched in solidarity, power, strength, and ferocity.

Hail to You All!  Thank You for your blood and body!  Thank You for your loved ones’ missed time with You!  Thank You for Your heart that inspired countless millions, whose stance, work, and sacrifice we still benefit from!  Thank you for Your sacrifices!  Hail to You!

Hail to Mary Harris Jones, known to millions as Mother Jones, tireless in her fight!  Hail to You Black-Dressed, Storyteller, Inspirer, Keeper of Protest’s Flame!  Hail to You, Whose tongue cut Oily John and Crystal Peter!

Hail to all Those Who marched, bled, and died!  Hail to Those Who sat down and were unmoved!  Hail to Those Who were struck and maimed!  Hail to Those Who were mocked and ridiculed!  Hail to Those Who were reviled, and dismissed!  Hail to Those Who were crushed in the gears!  Hail to Those Who were mauled by the dogs!  Hail to Those Who were killed by police!  Hail to Those Who were killed by the National Guard!  Hail to Those Who were killed by the companies’ employees!  Hail to Those Who were killed by the hired thugs and gunmen of the companies They worked for!  Hail to all These, Who still were unbent in Their righteous anger, and unabated until They achieved victory!

Hail to the Unknown Warriors, the hundreds and thousands who gave their life so their fellow people could have a better life!

May all of Them be with us again.  The struggles of Your  times have returned, and we need You All.

I shall do, and call upon anyone who reads these words to do, as Mother Jones called: “Pray for the Dead and fight like hell for the living.”  Hail to You All!  Remember the Dead, for They are still with us!

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Adorations of the Väter

June 30, 2014 2 comments

I adore You, Chromosomal Adam.

I adore You, Ancient Men.

I adore You, Ask.

I adore You, Men of Strength.

I adore You, Men of Power.

I adore You, Men of Vision.

I adore You, Men of Will.

I adore You, Leaders.

I adore You, Warriors.

I adore You, Healers.

I adore You, Farmers.

I adore You, Hunters.

I adore You, Crafters.

I adore You, Grandfathers.

I adore You, Fathers.

I adore You, Sons.

I adore You, Uncles.

I adore You, Nephews.

I adore You, Who are Men in Heart and Soul.

I adore You, Glad-Hearted.

I adore You, Gentle-Handed.

I adore You, Steel-Spined.

I adore You, Unbowed-Heads.

I adore You, Resolute Souls.

I adore You, Tree-Legged.

I adore You, Fierce Hearts.

I adore You, Rock-Willed.

I adore You, Guards of Generations.

I adore You, Shield-Wall of Kin.

I adore You, Guides of Wyrd.

I adore You, Unbroken.

I adore You, Disciplined.

I adore You, Courageous.

I adore You, Vigorous.

I adore You, Viscous.

I adore You, Loving.

I adore You, Howling.

I adore You, Centering.

I adore You, Singing.

I adore You, Shouting.

I adore You, Snarling.

I adore You, Speaking.

I adore You, Silent.

I adore You, the Dedicated.

I adore You, the Caring.

I adore You, the Powerful.

I adore You, the Reverent.

I adore You, the Holy.

I adore You, the Subtle.

I adore You, the Jovial.

I adore You, the Beloved.

I adore You, the Known.

I adore You, the Unknown.

I adore You, Who Holds the Family.

I adore You, Who Keeps Good Frith.

I adore You, Who Guards the Home.

I adore You, Who Teaches the Generations.

I adore You, Who Crafts the Lines.

I adore You, Who Heals the People.

I adore You, Who Humble and Embolden.

I adore You, Who Keep the Ways.

I adore You, Who Know the Ways.

I adore You, Who Keep the Secrets.

I adore You, Who Reveal the Paths.

I adore You, Who Break the Foe.

I adore You, Who Brace the Future.

I adore You, Who Find the Lost.

I adore You, Who Heal the Harms.

I adore You, Who Carry the Wisdom.

I adore You, Who Carry the Meagen.

I adore You, Who Carry Hamingja.

I adore You, Who Complete the Circle.

I adore You, Who Bless the Descendants.

I adore You, Who Guide Their People.

I adore You, Spámaðr.

I adore You, Seiðmaðr.

I adore You, Vitki.

I adore You, Goði.

I adore You, All.

From primordial father and generations past

Hail to the Holy Men, standing strong

Hail to the Väter!

 

Adorations of the Disir

June 29, 2014 6 comments

I adore You, Mitochondrial Eve.

I adore You, Ancient Women.

I adore You, Eldest Kin.

I adore You, Embla.

I adore You, Women of Strength.

I adore You, Women of Power.

I adore You, Women of Resolve.

I adore You, Women of Wisdom.

I adore You, Leaders.

I adore You, Warriors.

I adore You, Healers.

I adore You, Farmers.

I adore You, Hunters.

I adore You, Crafters.

I adore You, Grandmothers.

I adore You, Mothers.

I adore You, Sisters.

I adore You, Daughters.

I adore You, Aunts.

I adore You, Nieces.

I adore You, Who are Women in Heart and Soul.

I adore You, Strong-standing.

I adore You, Fierce-hearted.

I adore You, Unbent-backs.

I adore You, Unscorched Souls.

I adore You, Blazing Hearts.

I adore You, Strong of Hands.

I adore You, Steady Legged.

I adore You, Firm-footed.

I adore You, Stout-hearted.

I adore You, Holders of Lines.

I adore You, Defenders of Kin.

I adore You, Weavers of Wyrd.

I adore You, Unbowed.

I adore You, Disciplined.

I adore You, Courageous.

I adore You, Spirited.

I adore You, Vicious.

I adore You, Loving.

I adore You, Howling.

I adore You, Grounding.

I adore You, Whispering.

I adore You, Hollering.

I adore You, Speaking.

I adore You, Singing.

I adore You, the Ferocious.

I adore You, the Compassionate.

I adore You, the Skilled.

I adore You, the Powerful.

I adore You, the Reverent.

I adore You, the Holy.

I adore You, the Sly.

I adore You, the Honest.

I adore You, the Crafty.

I adore You, the Feared.

I adore You, the Beloved.

I adore You, the Known

I adore You, the Unknown.

I adore You, Who Holds the Family.

I adore You, Who Keeps Good Frith.

I adore You, Who Guards the Children.

I adore You, Who Mentors the Generations.

I adore You, Who Crafts the Lines.

I adore You, Who Heals the People.

I adore You, Who Humble and Embolden.

I adore You, Who Keep the Ways.

I adore You, Who Know the Secrets.

I adore You, Who Show the Paths.

I adore You, Who Strike the Enemy.

I adore You, Who Gird the Future.

I adore You, Who Seek the Lost.

I adore You, Who Heal the Rifts.

I adore You, Who Carry the Wisdom.

I adore You, Who Carry the Maegen.

I adore You, Who Carry Hamingja.

I adore You, Who Forged the Lines.

I adore You, Who Bless the Descendants.

I adore You, Who Guide Their People.

I adore You, Spákona.

I adore You, Seiðkona.

I adore You, Völva.

I adore You, Gyðja.

I adore You, All.

From primordial mother and generations past

Hail to the Holy Women, standing strong

Hail to the Disir!

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