Roberton Show, 2:34pm 2nd September 23.
Eyemouth, Scottish Borders 1:19pm 13th May 23.
Boulogne-sur-Mer, 8:44pm, 22nd August 22.
Kinder Scout, Peak District, Derbyshire, 1st April 22.
Hitchiking northbound A9. 5:33pm, 27th September 22.
Diary
La vie et l'époque de Léonie:
24
February
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.
29/2/24
January
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.
31/1/24
23
December
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.
31/12/23
November
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.
27/11/23
October
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.
27/11/23
September
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.
30/9/23
August
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.
31/8/23
July
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.
31/7/23
June
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.
30/6/23
May
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.
31/5/23
April
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.
30/4/23
March
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.
30/3/23
February
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.
28/2/23
January
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).
30/1/23
22
December
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.
30/12/22
November
My life has changed greatly during this month I have settled into the Scottish Borders having been given a local connection under special circumstances I am really hoping to make a fresh start and gain a new outlook I have many inspirational plans to enact here.
18/11/22
October
This month, I was abruptly ejected from a social circle via text message I struggled and endeavoured to gain a social rapport for a fortnight but was cancelled as in "don't talk to any of us" this virtue signalling plummeted me into dejected isolation yet again.
31/10/22
September
During this month I lived a little, and attained some meaningful rapport. I travelled along the North Western Highlands, up to wee city of Dornoch, big burn falls of Golspie, Helmsdale, Thurso, walking across rugged coastline to view panoramic Kyle of Tongue ascetic and white sandy beaches of Durness, and down to Kylesku.
30/9/22
August
After hitching a five hundred mile lift to Calais from Aviemore I travelled to Boulogne-sur-Mer, Bethune, Lile, Wervik (France and Belgium) and Comines. Returning to the UK for medical reasons I visited Oban in the Western Scottish Highlands and Banf in Aberdeenshire to complete my last stretch of coastal path between Cullen and Port Soy.
31/8/22
July
This month I rambled the North East highland coastal path, avoiding the midges of the western isles. I hitch-hiked to Peterhead then rambled north along the coastal path to Fraserburgh, Rosehearty, Gardenstown turning westward towards Macduff and Banff.
29/7/22
June
I have a inkling this month is going to be significant, as the precipice of a new horizon approaches the ascent of the sun draws back the treacherous shadows of a deprived and desolated past. Gaining ground from unseen and unknowing descent into an alienated worthless, no more shall these shadows, that were our people, darken the bright prosperity to break our day beyond our night.
30/6/22
May
I used to celebrate this month with a Beltaine fire, may pole, wells, handfastings and the honeymoon. May is also the month I was born, myself and others celebrated this day, my birthday when people cared whether I lived or died. Where did they all go beneath this apathetic pessimism, for an eternal optimist was I.
31/5/22
April
During this month I visited the Peak District, West Lothian, Fife, Perthshire, Cairngorms National Park, Ross and Cromarty, Sutherland, Moray Firth, Banffshire, Strathbogie, Aberdeenshire, Lancastershire and then returned into the Cotswold.
29/4/22
March
I was not going to write a post this month but with circumstances as they are, becoming homeless on the 15th of March 2022, I am going to continue to Diary throughout this month. I am planning a return journey, via national footpath, relocating to Scotland after eighteen months of living in Truro, Cornwall.
27/3/22
February
My writings this month reminisced on the origins of my mental health problems, and reflected retrospective from a zombification campaign that terrorised me, inconsolable with false charity. Aiming to fork projection, then demonise and interlope my life from inherent worth contained within the soul of my people's destiny.
11:02pm 28/2/22
Januar
Det nye året, et årsskifte, er et symbol på det menneskelige egoet, på forfengelighet som har overskredet en verden som ennå ikke har lært å gå. Hver stående person som prøver å hoppe har brukket ansiktet, albuene, håndleddene, knokene, knærne og anklene. De som er verdige til Gud har lengde på bevegelse, lang levetid.
9:24am 31/1/22
Previous Diary entires are archived into pages, years: 21, 20, 19, 18, 11 and 10.
Legacy
Ethnocentric White emancipation.
Deism
Deism; derived from Latin deus, meaning "god") is the philosophical position and rationalistic theology that rejects revelation as a source of divine knowledge, and asserts that empirical reason and observation of the natural world are exclusively logical, reliable, and sufficient to determine the existence of a Supreme Being as the creator of the universe.
24/3/24
Vichy France
Marshal Pétain was the last French prime minister of the Third Republic, he was known as a World War I hero, who was the victor of the Battle of Verdun. Vichy France was officially independent, but with half of its territory occupied, Pétain co-operated with Third Reich policies. Most French public initially supported the paternalistic regime.
24/3/24
Photography
Locational photographic collection.
Dartmoor
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.
2-8/9/19
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.
22-25/7/19
Scotland and Lake District
Collection of photographs from my "getaway from Christmas" travels through the Lake District, visiting standing stones of Northumberland, Buddhist temple named Samye Ling, across the Scottish Borders and to the Falls of Clyde.
25-31/12/17
Alba
An Geamhradh Wanderings of the highs and lows of Alba, from north Inbhir Theòrsa to Dùn Phrìs is Gall-Ghaidhealaibh.
London
In 2010 I became dispaced destitute onto the street of London; these pictures reveal what I saw and experienced, during sleep deprived, traumatising events and religious abuses, zombifing catatonic my cognition processes.
India
Re-visiting India after a decade of traumatising decimations whilst displaced vagrant in the UK. My first visit I was stick thin, in contrast to this third visit, overweight with projection crippling mental health problems.
4/18
Sri Lanka
Sri Lanka was a traumatised dishevelment. I was shadowed by spooks everywhere I travelled. When I exited the tourist path police came, stated "elephants" then drove me back to my hotel, spooks driving in a white Honda Grace car were never far behind. Due to financial difficulties I overstayed my visa, my brother hung up the phone as flesh flies were eating me alive.
4-6/18
Library
Essential reading..
Age of Reason
The Age of Reason is a work by English and American political activist Thomas Paine, arguing for the philosophical British position of Deism. It challenges institutionalised religion and the legitimacy of the Bible.
1794
88 Precepts
"In the immutable Laws of Nature are the keys to life, order, and understanding. Every writing or influence, ancient or modern, must be strained through the test of conformity to Natural Law". - David Lane, Deist and ethno-Nationalist.
2006
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