syn_thul: Blessed Minds I

Blessed Minds I

Ever since I first discovered them, around age 12, I have loved pen & paper fantasy role-playing games. After in reality having been cured for all interest in literature by the educational system in Norway the interest in such RPGs re-ignited my interest in books. Because of MERP (Middle-earth roleplaying game) The Hobbit became the first book I read of my own free will, and I loved it. From age 12 to age 19 I spent just about all my money on RPG books, and from age 12 to age 17 I spent all my free time – and most of the time I was supposed to spend on brainwash (alias “education”) as well – on reading these books or playing RPGs with my friends.

Because of this hobby I could e. g. orally solve all the math tasks my big brother had been given, for a 2-hour math test in senior high school, when I was still in junior high. It took me less than 5 minutes (about the time my brother needed to untie his shoes and hang his jacket on the wall) and all my answers were correct.

Because of this hobby I could pass my English exams in junior high school, in spite of the fact that I had skipped 2/3 of all the classes. I got the best grade possible, and my English teacher (who had barely seen me in class) was very surprised.

Because of this hobby I started to read about mythology, ancient history, religion and fairy tales, and got to know about the importance of our own European heritage, something we learn nothing at all about in school.

Because of this hobby I was able to take my exams as a private candidate for senior high school, whilst in prison, and with the exception of Written English and Oral Norwegian (where I barely passed….my written English apparently sucks, and I really have no interest in the politically correct “literature” they want us to study in Oral Norwegian, so I didn’t deserve any better there) I got very good grades – most of the time the best possible.

So indirectly because of this hobby I was allowed to take IT courses at a technical school in Trondheim (as a private candidate) and later on study at the university in Tromsø, where I for a brief period studied Ancient Greek Philosophy, Latin and English, until I was released – at which point I just hurried home, not ever looking back.

I learned just about nothing in school; almost everything I know I taught myself, and very often because of my interest in RPGs.

Well; I am not really telling the truth here; I did learn a lot in school. I learnt to despice Socialism. I learnt to detest Socialists. I learnt to fight and use violence to solve problems, and the more ruthlessly and brutally the better. I learnt to taste injustice. I learnt to cope with boredom. I learnt to detest feminists. I learnt to contempt the weak and stupid. I learnt to cope with my own discomfort from seeing other children suffer. I learnt to survive in traffic (going back and forth from home to school every day). And I learnt several mock songs, making fun of Jesus and Christians in general. We did enjoy signing e. g. “Glade Jul, heng i og pul, så får du barn til neste Jul” (“Merry Christmas, start fucking, and you will get children for next Christmas”) or “Santa Lucia, dreit oppi lia” (“Saint Lucia, shit [past tense of 'shit'] up in the hillside”) in the assembly hall, when the Chirstian-Socialistic feminist scum (alias the teachers) tried to force us to sing Christian carrols. We did, but as you can see, with a somewhat altered text (and for some reason I still remember those songs vividly). So I did learn some things in school…

I could also have learnt to tell lies, to suck up to teachers, to pretend-cry to get my will through, to cover in fear of bullies, to tolerate harassment from teachers, and so forth, but I never did. Instead I was always strongly disliked by the teachers, and was seen as a stubborn child, a problem child, an arrogant child, and actually as a bully myself, because I beat the shit out of other bullies – quite frequently actually – and didn’t cover in fear when the teachers came to punish me for it (never bothering to find out why it had started in the first place; in Soviet Norway they simply always punish the winner [and this trend continues into the “justice” system, as I at least know by now]).

I survived mentally, unlike many and perhaps even most children going through that destructive system. I remained myself after going through their reeking propaganda machinery, intended to produce bricks to the walls they build to imprison us. I didn’t fit into their wall. I remain a real human being, a real individual, able to think for myself. Sure, I might come across as annoying to many, because what I do and say I don’t fit into their A4 minds, but that is just fine.

Hoping that many others too will remain themselves, after being exposed to the horrors of the educational system, I have made an RPG of my own, ripe with political incorrectness and opportunities for players to learn both English and basic maths; full of opportunity for children of all ages to learn to think for themselves, find solutions for themselves, to develop their own imagination the way they want and to become real human beings, not fitting into any Hebrew temple walls, but existing for their own and their own people’s good – for the hamingja they might one day become a part of.

My RPG is called MYFAROG, an acronym for “Mythic Fantasy Roleplaying Game”, and will probably be published either late this year or early next year. It contains both opportunities for those who wish to play the game and for those who – like me – enjoy to read rulebooks, to find systems and to see things from different perspectives. Naturally (a game-friendly version of) our European religion is presented there too, in detail, filling out the many holes left unfilled by Sorcery and Religion in Ancient Scandinavia. It can even be seen as an errata to this book.

Still unbroken by lies (a self-schooled child…):

Thank you for your interest. HailaR WôðanaR!

For more about MYFAROG click here!