We're expecting lambs to enter our world this month at Charlie's farm, watching our year old ewe lambs; last year lambing season doesn't seem that far away. I am also expecting a move away from homeless accommodation in Hawick to being resettled around the Scottish Borders area of Ancrum village.
A solitary new year began with three stationary cars pulling out into the entirety of our path, intersecting an eleven-mile journey from Charlie's farmhouse to my flat in Hawick. Observing these cars dangerously risking our lives to overtake on blind corners, I figured these "leave behind" cultural Marxists have begun chasing us down in cars, other than by foot.
Dissociate weary this month, maybe it's time we began to locate, track and confront the beast of burdens deprivation cult of cultural Marxist post-structuralism; before we are all chased down hapless and terrorised soulless, condemned to roam as zombies, perpetually flayed from our inherent sanctities.
This chilly month of November I have been living in the Scottish Borders one year, gathering retrospective this invaluable time has dawned an awareness as to how dead my mind had become whilst displaced and dejected into a transient lifestyle. I solemly hate incurrence of this infliction of haplessness, unlike them, I deny that hatred rule over me, or others.
Significant, based plans within this Borderland. Locality resident, raising standard, torn and ragged by insidious orchestrated folly. Risen from a Scottish Border horizon, beside a lonesome friend. Broken thoughts, besieging self; untying "have knots" we'll raise our buried, concealed by dirt; returning stolen hearts, wagered by clenched fist of hurt.
Arriving at my flat, I overheard a deluded neighbour talking through her door. She wasn't subjugated partisan when I arrived here, but over time, a darkness grew inside of her. Climbing the stairwell, I felt gravely unwell, sensing the sour smell of conceited betrayal; stigmatising an alienating void of haplessness.
The month began with a dead lamb in our paddock; the night before the flock knew life was leaving her; ostracised from the flock she waited alone, weak, dazed, but eased by water. As death inched closer to this shunned and fading presence. Metaphorically, I asked, what if? Had I not been subjected unto this, zeroed demise by that which sort to possess my soul.
First day of this month ended with a tomfoolery party at the Tushilaw Inn, a pub "cook" representing an invading socialist society enquired if I was OK whilst sporting "Nothing but Love" t-shirt; encored drone of "Let it be" n "Auld Lang Syne"; spite sponged vinegar upon weary, estranged soul, parched of life.
I'm enjoying this warm summer in the Scottish Borders, before settling I only came to Scotland in mid-winter months as I also enjoy cold wild winds, the clarity of reflection, and bright enamouring whiteness of this here, serene bonnie Scotland.
Forty-nine years old this month; during the last three to four years I have aged considerably in appearance. Life has moved around and about me in the Scottish Borders, but strangely, the two friends have made here are both English, originating from the West Midlands.
Lambing season is almost over, at the start of April there were ninety-nine sheep distributed between two grass keeps and one paddock. There have been five cade lambs, all lambs birthed within the flock have survived; including triplets.
In the midst of lambing season within the Scottish Borders, this month I am hoping to make contact and network with other ethnonationalists in informative retrospective unto the "milieu control" predicament we're in.
With lambing season quickly approaching, I am hoping to get many pictures and some video of this amazing time within the Scottish Borders. My health is beginning to improve after a two-month lull, due to a stalled b12 injection in December 2022.
I travelled with Charlie to Lindisfarne, Carlisle and Morecambe. Roamed surrounding areas of Selkirk (Ancient woodland of Yair), Galashiels (Scots View) and Hawick (Wilton Lodge Park).
Finding the land of Scottish Borders enchanting and people somehwat endearing. About fourteen miles from Hawick there is a water fall named the Grey Mares Tail. I also learned of local poet and writer James Hogg, and enjoyed panoramic views of a man made reservoir named Meggit Water.
Bienvenue, you have arrived at the public website of Léonie Blaire-Cooper. I reside within the Scottish Borders, UK. I am a 49-years-old, of Scoto-Norman origin and was birthed from a small university town named Loughborough within the landlocked county of North-West Leicestershire, United Kingdom (UK). Paternally my ancestry is French, from Normandy and Guernsey.
Ethnically I am White, 100% North-West European. DNA examination in 2017 stated my ancestry as: Irish, Scottish and Welsh 26.9% and 16.9% Scandinavian. I am ethnocentric and homogenous, and as a unique person, indigenous to north-west Europe; I believe in our right to ethnic self determination, as an ethnic majority within our homeland, Europe. I have a passion for studying psychology, revisionist history and adore experiencing French, Scottish and Scadinavian culture. I align with eighteenth century Deism, but without defining myself as Christian; thus neither have I been baptised, christened or taken covenant. Nor have I pledged oath of loyality, or of secrecy to/with any society and/or faternity.
I have travelled extensively around the UK for over thirty-four years. Favourite locations include the Cairn Gorms, Scottish Borders, South West Coastal path, and the Welsh mountains of Snowdonia. Internationally, I have visited France, Belgium, India and Sri Lanka. In 2007 I became famous during a visit to Gujarat, India; over a duration of two years consisting of three visits I was religiously greeted by one-hundred thousand Indian Hindu “devotees” of “Bala Tripura Sundari”. At the age of 32 I was névé, and historically ill-informed of ethnocidal hatred against our legacy, crucified by doctrine of a mad man.
India was a deceptive mind trap; maligning ascension unto despotic interlopers upon my return to the United Kingdom. Displaced vagrant in London, contained within a “mouse trap” I was psychologically terrorised as a zombified opportunity mule, a hapless disparity inflicted by Dominican / Jesuit regicide / deicide apostolate named Martinism. A relentless evil, cycling a “tit for tat” utopian egalitarian "rough trade" exchange mechanism; disinheriting inherent worth for spite-driven, poverty striken, desolating “Jesus in the slum” recriminations. I denounce these insidious cretins as "strangers"; because known or unknown; I'll never know who they really are.
From over a decade of systemic persecutions, involving religious abuses, whilst isolated impoverished and alone, I became inflicted with mental health problems such complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (cPTSD) and Generalised Anxiety Disorder (GAD); I have also been diagnosed with emotional Borderline Personality Disorder (eBPD), this being due to a troubling childhood. At the height of contentions 13-15 I was detained and sectioned over Seventy times under the Mental Health Act 1983.
Throughout my bizarre life I have dwelt with natures ascetic, and as an unsettled spirit I've been a relentless adventurer. For Thirty years, my diet was vegetarian / vegan; developing pernicious anaemia because of dissociated appetite inflicted by ailing mental health problems, being traumatised into convalescent states of catatonia. Historically I have been passionate about concerns involving environmentalism and animal welfare.
Incidents incurred, with belief in racism (cultured partinsan tolerances) dropped; concern, today, is much about ethnic survival of white people, thus I have dedicated significant time researching and writing exposure pages on this, my website. In view of psychological warfare against us, I believe we can secure a prosperous future, non-violently, by deliberative ways and means that have been historically used against us. Our people were 31% of the planet in 1901, but reduced by year 2024 to a mere 6%.
I have written this blog to share my experiences of life, to show the aesthetic I have seen in nature, and also to warn my people of an encroaching ethnic genocide, inflicted by psychological abuses conditioning captive mentality, isolation to facilitate abuse, trauma marginalising a Christian-Communist campaign that both uproots and castigates, then subordinates with poverty. Inflicting suffering by inducing states of catatonia, with the aim of defacing and replacing our people from nurtured ancestral spirit that dwells within the landscape of our homeland.
Elsk kristne, ødelegge kirken.
A more indepth, detailed history of the life and times of Léonie Blaire-Cooper.
Throughout my life, during wild, sometimes extreme adventures, I have taken thousands of photopgraphs with mobile phones and DSLR cameras.
Dartmoor can be a lonely, stalk place, where our white ancestral spirit dwells invigorated, reflected upon being from this soft moorland, cradling tired but steadfast foot, preserving direction of faith yet untold.
South West Coast Path
Photographs from my ramble over Kernow coastline, including Bideford, Bude, Widemouth bay, Sandymouth beach, Kastel Boterel, Tre war Venydh and Porthysek.
An Geamhradh Wanderings of the highs and lows of Alba, from north Inbhir Theòrsa to Dùn Phrìs is Gall-Ghaidhealaibh.
I have lived almost three decades sporadically transient; about the great outdoors, living close to nature.
With persecutions of our people becoming so virulent and widespread, there may come a time when you will be moved on endlessly. It's imperative that you know how to look after yourself.
I have been interested in psychology for several years.
Identifying Religious Abuse
One specific meaning of the term religious abuse refers to psychological manipulation and harm inflicted on a person by using the teachings of their religion. This is perpetrated by members of the same or similar faith and includes the use of a position of authority within the religion.
Being able to predict people's offset responses is essential, not only can save you a lot of time and trouble but can help substanciate projection and thus be beneficial to those who could really use a little understanding.
Psychological trauma is damage to a person's mind as a result of one or more events that cause overwhelming amounts of stress that exceed the person's ability to cope or integrate the emotions involved, eventually leading to serious, long-term negative consequences. Trauma is not the same as mental distress or suffering, both of which are universal human experiences.
Know history and enable yourself and others to cease being crucified by indoctrinations of Alturism.
White Victorians who had not fled or had been banished from the United Kingdom, pushed to advance Colonialism were this interned and marginalised into a gruelling collectivisation of misery, known as the Workhouse and later to others as Gulag. At its height the 19th century saw 700 workhouses housing 250,000 people with some, such as Lambeth in London, holding up to 1,000 people at a time.
Some called it Colonisation, but we know of it as White Diaspora. A migration of indigenous European people covertly dislodged from their ancestral homelands a succession of unnatural disasters, enforced by an orchestrated, insidious tyranny of ethnic genocide.