A very long time ago, our people began to spin and weave
wool, and flax into cloth.. and many tribes, especially
the Celts, learned how to dye the threads and weave them
into recognizable "clan patterns" or tartans.
In this way, a friend or foe could be easily recognizable.
In Tartan cloth, some threads are dyed one color,
others another...and with a base of green or red,
russet... the whole is woven into pleasant, repeating
patterns, distinguishable, and unique to the tradition.
The wearing of a tartan is referred to as
"the"... as in "he was wearing "the'
henderson".. or "the " stuart"..
Implying a whole set of allegiances and identification.
Interestingly, many people once wore garments like the
kilt.. but it was the Celts who invented trousers, or
pants as we know them.
Reality is often referred to as a "fabric", or
"wyrd" and we understand the three norns , Urd,
Verandi and Skuld...as the weavers of
And Wyrd, as a non-linear time concept of "that
which is" containing elements of the ancestral
continuum and memory, deeds, spinning, and weaving...
The strands of this weave pass through us all and we are
a part of it... and just as on a loom.. the plucking of
one strand causes sympathetic vibrations on many other
strands... and these strands are unbelievably
tight...strung as though on a musical instrument, ..
Life itself has been referred to as a "Web" as
in the "Web of life"... and this too, we
understand as a part of the whole.
In Folk realization, the fabric of a Tribe, or people..
is much like that tartan cloth that I spoke about, but
in this case the strands of colored thread are a living
fabric of recognizable, repeating patterns of qualities,
strengths, and appearance. These patterns have been made
in the manner of the Folk for generations, and even millennium,
and just like wyrd, or "all that is"...every
thread is connected to every other thread.. an what
affects the one, cannot but affect the whole. And like
wyrd, this exists outside of linear time.... and all the
Folk who have ever lived are a part of that fabric...
just as those now living and those yet to live.
Our Folk-Fabric is ancient, very beautiful...strong,
proud, and very wise.. bold and
cunning-in-all-things and every form of expression,
the arts, music, all kinds of smithcraft, societal order
We are the authors of western democratic civilization...
hated by many other peoples... but they cannot wait
it seems, to leave their squalor and pestilence and live
in our society's.. while damning them all the
while. Quick they are to grab the cunning-wrought..
turning then to spit upon the smith at the forge fire.
The knowing of this, then, is a good charm to
keep.. in everything that we do, always keeping weapons
close to hand and ready to strengthen the shield-wall.
The strands of wyrd lately thrum like a taut sail...
Look then to the blade and priming, ask nothing but
victory in every thought, word and deed, honorable and
wise.. courageous... bold in everything we do,
compassionate, speaking kind words in the hall of
hearth and home...
This is the real "Folkvang".. or "field
of Folk".. that the lore talks about..
"luck to he who knows.. may he benifit, who learned