Ordo Atlantica
Atlantic Canadian Nationalists⚡️
~ Unum cum virtute multorum💪 ~
~ Unum cum virtute multorum💪 ~
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Останні публікації в групі "Ordo Atlantica"
15.04.202513:20
Beneath the northern skies, fierce and untamed,
Where ocean’s roar commands the rugged shore,
Atlantic blood runs wild, free, unchained,
A Folk unmatched in spirit, heart, and lore.
From Nova Scotia’s ancient stone,
To Newfoundland’s proud, unyielding flame,
New Brunswick’s forests, where the brave have grown,
And Prince Edward’s fields that bear our name.
Our blood is forged in lightning and strife,
A lineage of strength no storm can break,
We rise as one, unshaken, standing still,
The fiercest Folk the Atlantic can make.
In every crashing wave, our power swells,
In every voice, a legacy supreme,
We hold the land where true greatness dwells—
Atlantic blood, the might of every dream.
Our Folk, our force, our home, forever reign—
Superior hearts that none can chain.
Where ocean’s roar commands the rugged shore,
Atlantic blood runs wild, free, unchained,
A Folk unmatched in spirit, heart, and lore.
From Nova Scotia’s ancient stone,
To Newfoundland’s proud, unyielding flame,
New Brunswick’s forests, where the brave have grown,
And Prince Edward’s fields that bear our name.
Our blood is forged in lightning and strife,
A lineage of strength no storm can break,
We rise as one, unshaken, standing still,
The fiercest Folk the Atlantic can make.
In every crashing wave, our power swells,
In every voice, a legacy supreme,
We hold the land where true greatness dwells—
Atlantic blood, the might of every dream.
Our Folk, our force, our home, forever reign—
Superior hearts that none can chain.
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R.T. Music
15.04.202500:50
A Heart in the Maritimes
In distant lands, our hearts do roam,
But always long for our Maritime home.
Where waves kiss shores with a tender grace,
And memories of home, no time can erase.
The salty breeze, the ocean's song,
In our hearts, they still belong.
Though we wander far and wide,
The Maritimes remain our guide.
We carry the love, deep and true,
In every little thing we do.
Homesick hearts, though far we stray,
In the Maritimes, our souls will stay.
This poem is a heartfelt reminder that no matter how far we go, a piece of our heart will always be in the Maritimes.
In distant lands, our hearts do roam,
But always long for our Maritime home.
Where waves kiss shores with a tender grace,
And memories of home, no time can erase.
The salty breeze, the ocean's song,
In our hearts, they still belong.
Though we wander far and wide,
The Maritimes remain our guide.
We carry the love, deep and true,
In every little thing we do.
Homesick hearts, though far we stray,
In the Maritimes, our souls will stay.
This poem is a heartfelt reminder that no matter how far we go, a piece of our heart will always be in the Maritimes.
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Revolt Against The Modern World
15.04.202500:17
“The condition of human nature is just this; man towers above the rest of creation so long as he realizes his own nature, and when he forgets it, he sinks lower than the beasts. For other living things to be ignorant of themselves, is natural; but for man it is a defect.”
~Boethius
~Boethius
11.04.202501:33
10.04.202514:24
“The only thing that matters today is the activity of those who can "ride the wave" and remain firm in their principles, unmoved by any concessions and indifferent to the fevers, the convulsions, the superstitions, and the prostitutions that characterise modern generations.”
~ Julius Evola
~ Julius Evola
Переслав з:Revolt Against The Modern World
09.04.202523:32
“Today we live so cowed under the bombardment of this intellectual artillery (corporate mass media) that hardly anyone can attain to the inward detachment that is required for a clear view of the monstrous drama. The will-to-power operating under a pure democratic disguise has finished off its masterpiece so well that the object's sense of freedom is actually flattered by the most thorough-going enslavement that has ever existed."
~Oswald Spengler
"The perfect dictatorship would have the appearance of a democracy, but would basically be a prison without walls in which the prisoners would not even dream of escaping. It would essentially be a system of slavery where, through consumption and entertainment, the slaves would love their servitudes."
~Aldous Huxley
~Oswald Spengler
"The perfect dictatorship would have the appearance of a democracy, but would basically be a prison without walls in which the prisoners would not even dream of escaping. It would essentially be a system of slavery where, through consumption and entertainment, the slaves would love their servitudes."
~Aldous Huxley
09.04.202511:03
Your forefathers fought, bled, and died for the very life force that you hold onto. But even more, they fought for simplicity. For a life amongst their kin, their kith. To live where the lapping shores of the Atlantic would help their babes drift to sleep.
Or to live in the wooded forests listening to the soft rustling of wind whispering through their ever green branches.
To hold their lover in their arms while warm sun beams fractaling through a forests canopy shimmer on a bubbling brook, catching highlights of the darting trout within its rushing waters.
We protect many things, our blood, our folk, our birth rights, but what more, do not let go of the fight for simplicity. For it is in the simplicity that we find our minds free to roam, to conjure ideas and advancements. To help build a future worth living in.
Or to live in the wooded forests listening to the soft rustling of wind whispering through their ever green branches.
To hold their lover in their arms while warm sun beams fractaling through a forests canopy shimmer on a bubbling brook, catching highlights of the darting trout within its rushing waters.
We protect many things, our blood, our folk, our birth rights, but what more, do not let go of the fight for simplicity. For it is in the simplicity that we find our minds free to roam, to conjure ideas and advancements. To help build a future worth living in.
09.04.202502:35
When you look in the mirror you see not just your face but a museum. Although your face, in one sense, is your own, it is composed of a collage of features you have inherited from your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on. The lips and eyes that either bother or please you are not yours alone but are also features of your ancestors, long dead perhaps as individuals but still very much alive as fragments in you. Even complex qualities such as your sense of balance, musical abilities, shyness in crowds, or susceptibility to sickness have been lived before. We carry the past around with us all the time, and not just in our bodies. It lives also in our customs, including the way we speak. The past is a set of invisible lenses we wear constantly, and through these we perceive the world and the world perceives us. We stand always on the shoulders of our ancestors, whether or not we look down to acknowledge them.
— David W. Anthony, The Horse, The Wheel and Language.
— David W. Anthony, The Horse, The Wheel and Language.
06.04.202514:06
Members of Ordo Atlantica recently attended several hikes.
For us, it is always refreshing to be among our Folk sharing insights and wisdom. The beauty of the nature in our country has a way of bringing people together, further inspiring our sense of Folkish pride. A hardy hike is nourishment for the soul.
It is important to explore and enjoy the natural beauty of our country instead of being stuck in a doom spiral over the injustices we find ourselves facing. Together we can build something that is strong and lasts beyond the sickness of our morally bankrupt political class all the while enjoying the struggle.
If you are a man or a family in Atlantic Canada interested in joining our community, please email:
Ordoatlantica@proton.me
For us, it is always refreshing to be among our Folk sharing insights and wisdom. The beauty of the nature in our country has a way of bringing people together, further inspiring our sense of Folkish pride. A hardy hike is nourishment for the soul.
It is important to explore and enjoy the natural beauty of our country instead of being stuck in a doom spiral over the injustices we find ourselves facing. Together we can build something that is strong and lasts beyond the sickness of our morally bankrupt political class all the while enjoying the struggle.
If you are a man or a family in Atlantic Canada interested in joining our community, please email:
Ordoatlantica@proton.me
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Nationalist-13
06.04.202510:57
Community activists of Nationalist 13 (T.me/Nationalist13) and members of Toronto Fitness Club (T.me/TorontoAthletics) came together for a demonstration at city hall in Hamilton, Ontario.
Chants of "MASS DEPORTATIONS NOW!" "FOLK-FAMILY-FUTURE!" and "REMIGRATION SAVES OUR NATION!" were heard at city hall for the first time in the history of the city of Hamilton.
Our message is always for our Folk, never our detractors. Join us if you're a European Canadian man interested in Folk-Family-Future.
NS13: NS13_88@protonmail.com
TFC: TFCPathfinders@proton.me
Chants of "MASS DEPORTATIONS NOW!" "FOLK-FAMILY-FUTURE!" and "REMIGRATION SAVES OUR NATION!" were heard at city hall for the first time in the history of the city of Hamilton.
Our message is always for our Folk, never our detractors. Join us if you're a European Canadian man interested in Folk-Family-Future.
NS13: NS13_88@protonmail.com
TFC: TFCPathfinders@proton.me
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Canada The Unknown Country
03.04.202500:32
Canada The Unknown Country ~ By Bruce Hutchison.
Watch and Like on my YouTube Channel 🙏👇:
https://youtu.be/4eoqmKt2BLE?si=Zq4m2fLTrkHVhvYu
Watch and Like on my YouTube Channel 🙏👇:
https://youtu.be/4eoqmKt2BLE?si=Zq4m2fLTrkHVhvYu
Переслав з:Canada The Unknown Country
02.04.202501:26
The First Distinct “Canadian” Flag
These are replicas of the flag known as the Cariboo or the Barkerville flag. Using the well known Canadian symbols of the beaver and a wreath of maple leaves, it was first designed in 1867 or 1868 and flown in Barkerville and the surrounding Goldfields of BC. Designed by a man named Joshua Spencer Thompson, it was meant to compete against the Stars & Stripes and Annexation sentiment during 4th of July celebrations in British Columbia. It was the symbol of BC’s Pro-Confederation movement, emphasizing the desire for Union with Canada. It was flown to celebrate the first anniversary of Dominion Day in 1868. The first Canadian Ensign would have used the Coat of Arms of the first four Provinces. These were designed in May, 1868, and a flag using them would probably have come a few months later. The Cariboo flag was used until BC succeeded in joining Canada, winning over the Annexation Movement. The flag was almost completely forgotten and only descriptions of the original exist.
These are replicas of the flag known as the Cariboo or the Barkerville flag. Using the well known Canadian symbols of the beaver and a wreath of maple leaves, it was first designed in 1867 or 1868 and flown in Barkerville and the surrounding Goldfields of BC. Designed by a man named Joshua Spencer Thompson, it was meant to compete against the Stars & Stripes and Annexation sentiment during 4th of July celebrations in British Columbia. It was the symbol of BC’s Pro-Confederation movement, emphasizing the desire for Union with Canada. It was flown to celebrate the first anniversary of Dominion Day in 1868. The first Canadian Ensign would have used the Coat of Arms of the first four Provinces. These were designed in May, 1868, and a flag using them would probably have come a few months later. The Cariboo flag was used until BC succeeded in joining Canada, winning over the Annexation Movement. The flag was almost completely forgotten and only descriptions of the original exist.
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Paul Waggener Official
01.04.202513:40
My father is growing old, yet to me, he is immortal.
Men like my father never die, so long as their children and grandchildren continue to have sons.
The day my wife told me she was pregnant with mine, I called my father and told him I’d do as best as I could to be as good a father as he was to me.
On the morning my son was born at 6:66 (ok, 7:06) and looked into my blue eyes with his own sharp blue ones, I saw my father’s, and told him “welcome to the world again, my son.”
Having a son is the most initiatic experience into the clear reality of the cyclical nature of time. When I hold him in my arms, I know one day he will be the stronger man, and hold my weakened body in his.
I see him with my father and feel the bridge between what has gone before and what has yet to be, and still, in a way, they are the same, because they represent two points on the mighty ring of our lineage.
One day, perhaps, we will stand with all our forebears and ancestors in a great circle, and it will be the deeds of our lives that determine whether we are worthy to stand among them.
For now, I will enjoy the pure love between us in moments when he awakens in darkness, and calls out to me - then, in my arms, quietly affirms to himself “papa will hold you.”
Always will, son.
Men like my father never die, so long as their children and grandchildren continue to have sons.
The day my wife told me she was pregnant with mine, I called my father and told him I’d do as best as I could to be as good a father as he was to me.
On the morning my son was born at 6:66 (ok, 7:06) and looked into my blue eyes with his own sharp blue ones, I saw my father’s, and told him “welcome to the world again, my son.”
Having a son is the most initiatic experience into the clear reality of the cyclical nature of time. When I hold him in my arms, I know one day he will be the stronger man, and hold my weakened body in his.
I see him with my father and feel the bridge between what has gone before and what has yet to be, and still, in a way, they are the same, because they represent two points on the mighty ring of our lineage.
One day, perhaps, we will stand with all our forebears and ancestors in a great circle, and it will be the deeds of our lives that determine whether we are worthy to stand among them.
For now, I will enjoy the pure love between us in moments when he awakens in darkness, and calls out to me - then, in my arms, quietly affirms to himself “papa will hold you.”
Always will, son.
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Canada First (main)
30.03.202522:02
Another angle of Jeremy and the Second Sons rallying in Dartmouth
"Our People, Our Home, Our Future"
13 men, very nice.
@CanadaFirst3.
"Our People, Our Home, Our Future"
13 men, very nice.
@CanadaFirst3.
Рекорди
18.04.202523:59
202Підписників02.01.202523:59
0Індекс цитування19.01.202512:24
570Охоплення 1 допису19.01.202512:24
570Охоп рекл. допису28.02.202523:59
50.00%ER19.01.202512:24
483.05%ERRПереслав з:Canada First (main)
30.03.202522:02
Another angle of Jeremy and the Second Sons rallying in Dartmouth
"Our People, Our Home, Our Future"
13 men, very nice.
@CanadaFirst3.
"Our People, Our Home, Our Future"
13 men, very nice.
@CanadaFirst3.
Переслав з:Revolt Against The Modern World
09.04.202523:32
“Today we live so cowed under the bombardment of this intellectual artillery (corporate mass media) that hardly anyone can attain to the inward detachment that is required for a clear view of the monstrous drama. The will-to-power operating under a pure democratic disguise has finished off its masterpiece so well that the object's sense of freedom is actually flattered by the most thorough-going enslavement that has ever existed."
~Oswald Spengler
"The perfect dictatorship would have the appearance of a democracy, but would basically be a prison without walls in which the prisoners would not even dream of escaping. It would essentially be a system of slavery where, through consumption and entertainment, the slaves would love their servitudes."
~Aldous Huxley
~Oswald Spengler
"The perfect dictatorship would have the appearance of a democracy, but would basically be a prison without walls in which the prisoners would not even dream of escaping. It would essentially be a system of slavery where, through consumption and entertainment, the slaves would love their servitudes."
~Aldous Huxley
09.04.202502:35
When you look in the mirror you see not just your face but a museum. Although your face, in one sense, is your own, it is composed of a collage of features you have inherited from your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on. The lips and eyes that either bother or please you are not yours alone but are also features of your ancestors, long dead perhaps as individuals but still very much alive as fragments in you. Even complex qualities such as your sense of balance, musical abilities, shyness in crowds, or susceptibility to sickness have been lived before. We carry the past around with us all the time, and not just in our bodies. It lives also in our customs, including the way we speak. The past is a set of invisible lenses we wear constantly, and through these we perceive the world and the world perceives us. We stand always on the shoulders of our ancestors, whether or not we look down to acknowledge them.
— David W. Anthony, The Horse, The Wheel and Language.
— David W. Anthony, The Horse, The Wheel and Language.
Переслав з:Revolt Against The Modern World
15.04.202500:17
“The condition of human nature is just this; man towers above the rest of creation so long as he realizes his own nature, and when he forgets it, he sinks lower than the beasts. For other living things to be ignorant of themselves, is natural; but for man it is a defect.”
~Boethius
~Boethius
Переслав з:Revolt Against The Modern World
28.03.202519:42
"The mere omission (let alone contempt) of the great Being in any human endeavour brands it with an irrevocable anathema. Either every imaginable institution is founded on a religious concept or it is only a passing phenomenon. Institutions are strong and durable to the degree that they are, so to speak, deified. Not only is human reason, or what is ignorantly called philosophy, incapable of supplying these foundations, which with equal ignorance are called superstitious, but philosophy is, on the contrary, an essentially disruptive force... When we reflect on the attested facts of all history, when we understand that in the chain of human institutions, from those that have marked the great turning points in history down to the smallest social organization, from empires down to brotherhoods, all have a divine foundation, and that human power, whenever it isolates itself, can only give its works a false and passing existence..."
~Joseph de Maistre
~Joseph de Maistre
Переслав з:Canada The Unknown Country
02.04.202501:26
The First Distinct “Canadian” Flag
These are replicas of the flag known as the Cariboo or the Barkerville flag. Using the well known Canadian symbols of the beaver and a wreath of maple leaves, it was first designed in 1867 or 1868 and flown in Barkerville and the surrounding Goldfields of BC. Designed by a man named Joshua Spencer Thompson, it was meant to compete against the Stars & Stripes and Annexation sentiment during 4th of July celebrations in British Columbia. It was the symbol of BC’s Pro-Confederation movement, emphasizing the desire for Union with Canada. It was flown to celebrate the first anniversary of Dominion Day in 1868. The first Canadian Ensign would have used the Coat of Arms of the first four Provinces. These were designed in May, 1868, and a flag using them would probably have come a few months later. The Cariboo flag was used until BC succeeded in joining Canada, winning over the Annexation Movement. The flag was almost completely forgotten and only descriptions of the original exist.
These are replicas of the flag known as the Cariboo or the Barkerville flag. Using the well known Canadian symbols of the beaver and a wreath of maple leaves, it was first designed in 1867 or 1868 and flown in Barkerville and the surrounding Goldfields of BC. Designed by a man named Joshua Spencer Thompson, it was meant to compete against the Stars & Stripes and Annexation sentiment during 4th of July celebrations in British Columbia. It was the symbol of BC’s Pro-Confederation movement, emphasizing the desire for Union with Canada. It was flown to celebrate the first anniversary of Dominion Day in 1868. The first Canadian Ensign would have used the Coat of Arms of the first four Provinces. These were designed in May, 1868, and a flag using them would probably have come a few months later. The Cariboo flag was used until BC succeeded in joining Canada, winning over the Annexation Movement. The flag was almost completely forgotten and only descriptions of the original exist.
15.04.202513:20
Beneath the northern skies, fierce and untamed,
Where ocean’s roar commands the rugged shore,
Atlantic blood runs wild, free, unchained,
A Folk unmatched in spirit, heart, and lore.
From Nova Scotia’s ancient stone,
To Newfoundland’s proud, unyielding flame,
New Brunswick’s forests, where the brave have grown,
And Prince Edward’s fields that bear our name.
Our blood is forged in lightning and strife,
A lineage of strength no storm can break,
We rise as one, unshaken, standing still,
The fiercest Folk the Atlantic can make.
In every crashing wave, our power swells,
In every voice, a legacy supreme,
We hold the land where true greatness dwells—
Atlantic blood, the might of every dream.
Our Folk, our force, our home, forever reign—
Superior hearts that none can chain.
Where ocean’s roar commands the rugged shore,
Atlantic blood runs wild, free, unchained,
A Folk unmatched in spirit, heart, and lore.
From Nova Scotia’s ancient stone,
To Newfoundland’s proud, unyielding flame,
New Brunswick’s forests, where the brave have grown,
And Prince Edward’s fields that bear our name.
Our blood is forged in lightning and strife,
A lineage of strength no storm can break,
We rise as one, unshaken, standing still,
The fiercest Folk the Atlantic can make.
In every crashing wave, our power swells,
In every voice, a legacy supreme,
We hold the land where true greatness dwells—
Atlantic blood, the might of every dream.
Our Folk, our force, our home, forever reign—
Superior hearts that none can chain.
28.03.202516:03
Переслав з:Nationalist-13
06.04.202510:57
Community activists of Nationalist 13 (T.me/Nationalist13) and members of Toronto Fitness Club (T.me/TorontoAthletics) came together for a demonstration at city hall in Hamilton, Ontario.
Chants of "MASS DEPORTATIONS NOW!" "FOLK-FAMILY-FUTURE!" and "REMIGRATION SAVES OUR NATION!" were heard at city hall for the first time in the history of the city of Hamilton.
Our message is always for our Folk, never our detractors. Join us if you're a European Canadian man interested in Folk-Family-Future.
NS13: NS13_88@protonmail.com
TFC: TFCPathfinders@proton.me
Chants of "MASS DEPORTATIONS NOW!" "FOLK-FAMILY-FUTURE!" and "REMIGRATION SAVES OUR NATION!" were heard at city hall for the first time in the history of the city of Hamilton.
Our message is always for our Folk, never our detractors. Join us if you're a European Canadian man interested in Folk-Family-Future.
NS13: NS13_88@protonmail.com
TFC: TFCPathfinders@proton.me
09.04.202511:03
Your forefathers fought, bled, and died for the very life force that you hold onto. But even more, they fought for simplicity. For a life amongst their kin, their kith. To live where the lapping shores of the Atlantic would help their babes drift to sleep.
Or to live in the wooded forests listening to the soft rustling of wind whispering through their ever green branches.
To hold their lover in their arms while warm sun beams fractaling through a forests canopy shimmer on a bubbling brook, catching highlights of the darting trout within its rushing waters.
We protect many things, our blood, our folk, our birth rights, but what more, do not let go of the fight for simplicity. For it is in the simplicity that we find our minds free to roam, to conjure ideas and advancements. To help build a future worth living in.
Or to live in the wooded forests listening to the soft rustling of wind whispering through their ever green branches.
To hold their lover in their arms while warm sun beams fractaling through a forests canopy shimmer on a bubbling brook, catching highlights of the darting trout within its rushing waters.
We protect many things, our blood, our folk, our birth rights, but what more, do not let go of the fight for simplicity. For it is in the simplicity that we find our minds free to roam, to conjure ideas and advancements. To help build a future worth living in.
25.03.202501:59
Увійдіть, щоб розблокувати більше функціональності.
