BLODEWEDD: THE MABINOGIAN MAY QUEEN

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

The May Queen. We celebrate her appearance and her blossoming forth at this time of the year through Walpurgis observances, May Day faires, and Beltaine festivities. We’ve always known her, whether she is called by her ancient names of Flora, Maia, or Freya or the relatively modern names of Godiva, Guinevere, or Marian.

The Welsh legend of Blodewedd (which is pronounced almost as it looks: bloody-weth) is not so well known, but Blodewedd—of all the incarnations of this Spring Earth Goddess—is the most splendidly interesting May Queen of them all.

“I WILL NOT BE OTHER THAN I AM": A REVIEW OF THE WITCH-CULT IN WESTERN EUROPE

The Witch-Cult in Western Europe 
by Margaret Alice Murray
Don't buy it at Amazon

Reviewed by
  Juleigh Howard-Hobson

Seeing as Halloween (Sam Hain, Winter Nights, call it what you will) is upon us, I feel that it is the perfect time to review a book that has been a standard[1] of the Craft since its original publication in 1921. There are — honestly — dozens of reprints of The Witch Cult in Western Europe out there. The book has long since passed into public domain, every real publisher, every indie publisher and every would-be publisher can legally and freely reprint and distribute it, and in these days of Amazon.com and CreateSpace, everyone seems to be doing just that.

So, should you, the reader, be interested in any one particular modern publisher’s particular reprint of this classic tome of Witchcraft? Yes, you should.

POEMS FOR FUSILIER RIGBY

Lee Rigby

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

(To commemorate the first anniversary of Fusilier Lee Rigby of the 2nd Battalion Royal Fusiliers' Name being Added to the Armed Forces Memorial at the National Memorial Arboretum, Sept. 1 2014.)

MALI PRINCIPII MALUS FINIS

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

"An angel came to me and said: ‘O pitiable foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou are going in such career’ I said: ‘perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal lot & we will contemplate together upon it and see whether your lot or mine is most desirable"
—William Blake

We—as a people—have no spiritual identity. Not that pan-Europeans lack spiritual impulse, or spiritual distinctions—we have all that, from New Age to Calvinism—what we lack is an identity of ourselves as a cohesive group of mutually respecting believers: a spiritual identity that encloses all of us as members of our Folk. And it has been to our detriment—it took a long time coming, granted—but we now face a withered future. Shriveled in spirit, shriveled in self-respect, shriveled in unity. We are decaying, spiritually, and have been doing so for a long time (almost 2000 years)—what’s more, it is just getting faster and faster—take the last 60 years as a mere foretaste of what’s coming.

NEVER OVER: A POEM

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

Never Over

A Rondeau Redouble for Kai Murros

It’s not over; it’s never over. We
Can be neither beaten or defeated
Unless we concede that we are to be.
And we shall not let that be conceded—

Nothing has fallen away, we've succeeded
In holding onto what is most holy
And protecting it, unimpeded.
It’s not over; it’s never over. We

Know how to preserve ourselves, keeping free
And pure no matter how defiled, depleted
And degraded the world has grown. Esprit
Can be neither beaten or defeated

INTERVIEW WITH A POETESS (PART 2)

by Andy Nowicki

The following is the conclusion of my interview with Juleigh Howard-Hobson, whose book I Do Not Belong to the Baader-meinhof Group and Other Poems is now available from Counter-Currents.com
Part 1 can be read here.

Nowicki: "Or Forever Hold No Peace" is a stirring poem about WW2 veterans, apparently from both the Axis and the Allied side of the war. The poem seems to reflect on a "bright time when/ Hope stood gladly with you, Europa's men." Talk about the inspiration and context for this poem, as well as your reference to the "black sun" (which is also referenced in other poems of the collection). “What is history but a fable agreed upon?” said Bonaparte.

Howard-Hobson: “Or Forever Hold No Peace” wanted to be written, it came as an image in my head: old grizzled men standing in a line, waiting for a memorial parade to begin. Which memorial, which parade, which men....those things didn’t matter.... all that mattered, as far as the poem was concerned, was that the men were together and they were old and they knew something and they knew that what they knew was not what they were supposed to know—not the official story, not the sanctioned truth, not, perhaps, even the legal truth anymore...but still, they knew it. The poem comes from the frustration of knowing that these grand old men might take something precious to their graves because they don’t know that their truth won’t only fall on deaf ears. That some of us want to know what they knew. On both sides.

INTERVIEW WITH A POETESS (PART 1)

Juleigh Howard-Hobson, poetess

by Andy Nowicki

The following is the first part of my interview with Juleigh Howard-Hobson, whose new book of poems, I Do Not Belong to the Baader-meinhof Group and Other Poems, is now available from Counter-Currents.

Nowicki: As a poet, you have achieved significant success, both inside and outside of "the movement." It is safe to say that many non-alternative rightists/ WNs/ ideological heretics nevertheless enjoy your work. To what extent is your poetry an expression of your beliefs, and to what extent could it be called non-ideological?

Howard-Hobson: Everything any artist does comes from inside the artist and nowhere else. There’s no escaping that. So, it’s absolutely true that everything I write is from inside of me—informed by my beliefs, my ideologies and my own experiences. I’ve lived in 3 nations, and two opposite coasts of one of them—my outlooks, my thoughts, my personal expressions, every word I put down on paper, are all the result of conclusions (some even unconscious ones) that I’ve come to after seeing what I’ve seen of the world, and knowing what I know of people, of culture, of how history is interpreted and even distorted, what the air smells like in London’s suburbs, what ANZAC Day means in Sydney, how to grow spring gardens in the Portland rain, how holiness is experienced....