From Extremism to Sanity: The Evolution of Eric The Canuck
This is a true story about a close friend of ours who found his way from being in the middle of an extremist hate group (which I won't name for security reasons) who claimed an alliance to heathenry to leaving them, realizing he was wrong and becoming, in his words, sane.
It happened in Hamilton, Ontario. He was raised in an abusive Catholic house hold with a very stern German family. They abused him terribly and told him that he was going to be a priest. He went into wholesale teenage rebellion. He was full of hate and anger and needed an outlet. So he joined a local group who claimed to be heathens but they were extremely strict about who joined them. Eric, being blond haired and blue eyed, fit the bill perfectly. They wre against just about everybody.
Eric once called Jerry Springer "that fucking Jew"
They were beyond folkish. They were Aryan. And they dabbled in runes, just like the Nazis did. They claimed allegience to the Northern Gods. They threatened people.
But Eric soon found out something about these guys. For one thing, they were cultish. He was encouraged to cut all contact with his other friends and listen to what they had to say (indoctrination)
But he found out other disturbing things about these guys. All they could do was talk about who they hated.
In particular they hated Pakistanis. ("those damn Pakis"-a real insult) And begrudged them their successes.
Meanwhile, all they did was sit around spewing bile. They just focused and focused on who they hated.
And then they mooched off Eric. All they did was bum money, cigarettes, booze.
It seems that they were always short of money.
They made a lot of threats to people but never followed through. Showing they were all blow and no show.
They talked the talk but couldn't walk the walk.
Eric got fed up. But they threaten members who try to leave.
Just like a cult. Just like a gang.
Eric knew he just had to disappear for a while. Make himself unavailable.
So he did. He went to school, got a job.
And discovered the Gods on his own and his hate melted away.
Sure he had his days when his buttons were pressed about Catholicism.
But he learned to follow the Gods on his own path, away from the group he was with.
He's solitary now, occasionally trying to make contact with other Asatruar.
But he is self-sufficient, allowing nobody to think for him, and has a particular fondness for Thor.
He has the largest Thor's Hammer I have ever seen.
He is calmer now. And he talks about the things he wants to accomplish.
He has a wife and a daughter. Two people that wouldn't have come in his life had he still been in that gang
I hope this story inspires.
It happened in Hamilton, Ontario. He was raised in an abusive Catholic house hold with a very stern German family. They abused him terribly and told him that he was going to be a priest. He went into wholesale teenage rebellion. He was full of hate and anger and needed an outlet. So he joined a local group who claimed to be heathens but they were extremely strict about who joined them. Eric, being blond haired and blue eyed, fit the bill perfectly. They wre against just about everybody.
Eric once called Jerry Springer "that fucking Jew"
They were beyond folkish. They were Aryan. And they dabbled in runes, just like the Nazis did. They claimed allegience to the Northern Gods. They threatened people.
But Eric soon found out something about these guys. For one thing, they were cultish. He was encouraged to cut all contact with his other friends and listen to what they had to say (indoctrination)
But he found out other disturbing things about these guys. All they could do was talk about who they hated.
In particular they hated Pakistanis. ("those damn Pakis"-a real insult) And begrudged them their successes.
Meanwhile, all they did was sit around spewing bile. They just focused and focused on who they hated.
And then they mooched off Eric. All they did was bum money, cigarettes, booze.
It seems that they were always short of money.
They made a lot of threats to people but never followed through. Showing they were all blow and no show.
They talked the talk but couldn't walk the walk.
Eric got fed up. But they threaten members who try to leave.
Just like a cult. Just like a gang.
Eric knew he just had to disappear for a while. Make himself unavailable.
So he did. He went to school, got a job.
And discovered the Gods on his own and his hate melted away.
Sure he had his days when his buttons were pressed about Catholicism.
But he learned to follow the Gods on his own path, away from the group he was with.
He's solitary now, occasionally trying to make contact with other Asatruar.
But he is self-sufficient, allowing nobody to think for him, and has a particular fondness for Thor.
He has the largest Thor's Hammer I have ever seen.
He is calmer now. And he talks about the things he wants to accomplish.
He has a wife and a daughter. Two people that wouldn't have come in his life had he still been in that gang
I hope this story inspires.