Roth Note: A comment from Lineman to my post Hard Truth “… will White Folk wake up in time and I say will White People sacrifice in time before they become sacrifices….” coincided with my reading of a Burlingame essay, The Shielding of Fólkvangr – And the Calling Before the End . A very poetic and in my view beautiful essay concerning sacrifice. It’s based on Germanic myth, a world-view held by our ancestors. The reader may want to read it as an allegory. I share it here for those willing to open their minds, find a quiet place, and read it … slowly … and contemplate how it applies to us … now … as the old world dies and monsters roam freely. This is not an X post or a sound bite. It requires thought and contemplation.

The hiding must last the full length of the world’s dying. And so, what has already been drawn inside will remain alive, guarded, and hard to reach—like the last dry grain kept in sealed jars beneath the floors of houses that burned around them years ago, or the hidden bloodlines that survived successive empires by learning the art of becoming unremarkable until the new dynasty had passed. This is the long screening: the occlusion that lets the necessary work continue inside the collapsing worlds for as long as the outer war still burns.

“We burned so they could hide. We roared so they could whisper. Our glory was their veil.”

The veil is thinner now than it has been in many generations beyond an honest count. Those who still answer the old blood-call can feel the difference in the air—the slight, continuous pressure of something that has been waiting outside the reach of ordinary time.

If your marrow stirs as you read this—if you feel the cold touch of a forgotten oath at the base of your skull, if you have ever looked at a stranger and recognized a shape of knowing that does not belong to this lifetime—then you may already be among the many-skilled. You may already have been marked for the harvest. You may already be walking toward a threshold whose name you have not yet been told.