ROD - For some, an empty phrase. Such people may not read. Beads are not for them. I began to understand the pagans, there are no mummers who gut roosters on stumps in anticipation of the next yarovukha.
I'm talking about those who are dear to his Rod. Perhaps this person does not know his ancestors beyond the third generation - the revolution, the War, someone has parents who do not remember kinship - but such a person still thirsts. He feels himself to be a part of a Greater than himself. He is the top of the Tree, he is a link in a continuous chain. Behind him, hundreds of generations are watching and waiting. They fought and died for him. They loved him unborn, they believed in him. They saved and grew in themselves all the best for him. Yes, perhaps not everyone in the Family was kind people, perhaps there were villains, but such geeks put themselves outside the Family. They just extended it - and sank into oblivion.
Nothing is more inspiring than responsibility to the Family. It is marvelous to realize that you are alive because your Family has never been interrupted - from the very origin of the World of people to this day, your gene has lived and fought. And then you understand that until you prolong the Rod, any departure from Life is a betrayal of the Rod.
Drank himself to death, chipped, earned sterility from debauchery, became dear, committed suicide from melancholy and despondency - that means that Rod has betrayed. This is scary. It keeps. And the awareness of responsibility gives strength. You just don't have the right to be shit, because there is no such Right!
Ancestors. They are watching. They are waiting. You will soon be one of them. What will remain after you? Who will remain after you? If the Slavic gods are the essence of the Ancestors, then how can you not love them, your own?
Who will call their ancestors - demons? - Only a geek. Who will call their children slaves and sheep? - Only the breeder. We are not cattle or slaves. We are not humiliated or humiliated. We honor the Almighty Creator and love the Ancestors.
You understand: such “gods” do not need bloody sacrifices, do not need humiliated screams, do not need permanent recognition of themselves as shit - I don’t know why. Fell? - Squeezed out! And he went on, reeling the offense on his mustache, and remembering not to repeat. Crime? - Redeem! Killed? - Adopt! And do not go to the monastery, to beg your beloved. The world is holding on by sacrifice. The world oozes with pain. Widows and orphans need you. Help if you can.
All Slavs have one Father and one Mother. And this is not fiction - this is science, genetics. Our haplogroup is R1A1. We are Russians. We are Aryans. We are all related. There are no other people's Russian children. Extending your Kin is a duty. To preserve the family of a neighbor is a feat.
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What do they - "gods" want? - Your happiness. Like every loving father. Every dad wants his son to be healthy, brave, smart, honest - to be a man. Every dad wants his son to be better than him, and the grandson better than his son. In everything. And so - the ascent to infinity. Isn't that the Goal?
Isn't this the meaning of life - to become a creator yourself and raise a creator, and not a creature?
What are they waiting for? They expect not to betray their Cases. All that they have accumulated, created, defended from enemies for our sake.
There is no death while Rod is alive. We will defend, preserve and increase!