May 24

We've finished lambing and have made plans to travel to England. I'm enjoying learning to play bluegrass so much that I'm purchasing a new banjo. I'm fifty years old on the thirteenth; gradually realising I matter to others, just being myself.

11:01am 2/5/24

April 24

We have almost finished lambing and are now moving mother ewes with their lambs onto grasskeeps.

March 24

Farmhouse front lawn is covered in snow drops, lambs are being born, this month we'll be purchasing grasskeep, a move to Ancrum also draws closer.

February 24

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.

January 24

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.

December 23

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.


November 23

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.


October 23

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.


September 23

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.

August 23

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.

July 23

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.

June 23

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.

May 23

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.

April 23

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.

March 23

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.

February 23

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.

Bonne journée

Bienvenue, you have arrived at the public website of Léonie Blaire-Cooper. I reside within the Scottish Borders, UK. I am 49-years-old, of Anglo-Norman origin and was birthed within a small university town named Loughborough within a landlocked county of North-West Leicestershire, United Kingdom. Paternally my ancestry is French, from Normandy and Guernsey, maternally my ancestry is from the far reaches of North West England.

Leonie in Denholm 2023
@ Scottish Borders, March 23.

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, homogeneous and indigenous to north-West Europe. I am interested in psychology and sociology, revisionist history and adore experiencing French, Scottish and Scandinavian culture. I align with eighteenth century Deism, but without defining myself as Christian.

“The masses have never thirsted after truth. They turn aside from evidence that is not to their taste, preferring to deify error, if error seduce them. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master; whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim.”

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 February 2007 during a tourist visit to Gujarat, India; consisting of three visits over two years, I religiously welcomed by at least one-hundred thousand Hindu people.

Leonie at Peebles, Scottish Borders 19
@ Peebles, Scottish Borders 19.

Returning from India I was psychologically terrorised into selflessness by Christian Communism whilst displaced as a destitute vagrant upon decimating streets of Westminster, London. My presence was exploited as a racial anxiety catalyst to create moral panic by pathological moral entrepreneurs embeded within religious / charitable establishments. Derealised and demonised as a folk devil by a Dominican regicide apostolate named Martinism I became abused as a zombified opportunity mule; cycling tit for tat, "rough trade" off, homgeneous sanctities for poverty striken “Jesus in the slum” recriminations.

“fleshed for fantasy, violated day, night, week, month for years; spiteful greed sorting to reap inherent sanctity whilst disposessing forfilment of life into hollow haplessness.”

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.

“traumatised unto selflessness, alienated to erase sense of belonging, witheld by avoidance; inconsolable turmoil, depthless sorrow, unfathomable loss, concealed grief, forsaken unreal and forbidden to feel.”

Throughout a somewhat bizarre life I have dwelt within 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, struggling to cope with often catatonic states of escalating derealisation. Historically I have been passionate about ecology, protesting visible concerns involving environmentalism and animal welfare.

“Race prejudice is a gift of nature intended to preserve in purity the various divisions of mankind which the ages have evolved.”.

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, yet dramatically reduced to a mere 6% by year 2024.

“If I had but one bullet and were faced by both an enemy and a traitor, I would let the traitor have it.”

I have written this diary 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.

“Humanity is at its greatest perfection in the race of the whites”

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.

Feral Living

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.


Personality Disorders

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.

Defining Trauma

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.


White Diaspora

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.



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“We believe that the Anarchists are real enemies of Marxism.”.