THE WANDERER. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Published in the Gottingen Musen Almanach, having been written “to express his feelings and caprices” after his separation from Frederica.]

WANDERER.
YOUNG woman, may God bless thee,
Thee, and the sucking infant
Upon thy breast!
Let me, ‘gainst this rocky wall,
Neath the elm-tree’s shadow,
Lay aside my burden,
Near thee take my rest.

WOMAN.
What vocation leads thee,
While the day is burning,
Up this dusty path?
Bring’st thou goods from out the town
Round the country?
Smil’st thou, stranger,
At my question?

WANDERER.
From the town no goods I bring.
Cool is now the evening;
Show to me the fountain
‘Whence thou drinkest,
Woman young and kind!

WOMAN.
Up the rocky pathway mount;
Go thou first! Across the thicket
Leads the pathway tow’rd the cottage
That I live in,
To the fountain
Whence I drink.

WANDERER.
Signs of man’s arranging hand
See I ‘mid the trees!
Not by thee these stones were join’d,
Nature, who so freely scatterest!

WOMAN.
Up, still up!

WANDERER.
Lo, a mossy architrave is here!
I discern thee, fashioning spirit!
On the stone thou hast impress’d thy seal.

WOMAN.
Onward, stranger!

WANDERER.
Over an inscription am I treading!
‘Tis effaced!
Ye are seen no longer,
Words so deeply graven,
Who your master’s true devotion
Should have shown to thousand grandsons!

WOMAN.
At these stones, why
Start’st thou, stranger?
Many stones are lying yonder
Round my cottage.

WANDERER.
Yonder?

WOMAN.
Through the thicket,
Turning to the left,
Here!

WANDERER.
Ye Muses and ye Graces!

WOMAN.
This, then, is my cottage.

WANDERER.
‘Tis a ruin’d temple! *

WOMAN.
Just below it, see,
Springs the fountain
Whence I drink.

WANDERER.
Thou dost hover
O’er thy grave, all glowing,
Genius! while upon thee
Hath thy master-piece
Fallen crumbling,
Thou Immortal One!

WOMAN.
Stay, a cup I’ll fetch thee
Whence to drink.

WANDERER.
Ivy circles thy slender
Form so graceful and godlike.
How ye rise on high
From the ruins,
Column-pair
And thou, their lonely sister yonder,–
How thou,
Dusky moss upon thy sacred head,–
Lookest down in mournful majesty
On thy brethren’s figures
Lying scatter’d
At thy feet!
In the shadow of the bramble
Earth and rubbish veil them,
Lofty grass is waving o’er them
Is it thus thou, Nature, prizest
Thy great masterpiece’s masterpiece?
Carelessly destroyest thou
Thine own sanctuary,
Sowing thistles there?

WOMAN.
How the infant sleeps!
Wilt thou rest thee in the cottage,
Stranger? Wouldst thou rather
In the open air still linger?
Now ’tis cool! take thou the child
While I go and draw some water.
Sleep on, darling! sleep!

WANDERER.
Sweet is thy repose!
How, with heaven-born health imbued,
Peacefully he slumbers!
Oh thou, born among the ruins
Spread by great antiquity,
On thee rest her spirit!
He whom it encircles
Will, in godlike consciousness,
Ev’ry day enjoy.
Full, of germ, unfold,
As the smiling springtime’s
Fairest charm,
Outshining all thy fellows!
And when the blossom’s husk is faded,
May the full fruit shoot forth
From out thy breast,
And ripen in the sunshine!

WOMAN.
God bless him!–Is he sleeping still?
To the fresh draught I nought can add,
Saving a crust of bread for thee to eat.

WANDERER.
I thank thee well.
How fair the verdure all around!
How green!

WOMAN.
My husband soon
Will home return
From labour. Tarry, tarry, man,
And with us eat our evening meal.

WANDERER.
Is’t here ye dwell?

WOMAN.
Yonder, within those walls we live.
My father ’twas who built the cottage
Of tiles and stones from out the ruins.
‘Tis here we dwell.
He gave me to a husbandman,
And in our arms expired.–
Hast thou been sleeping, dearest heart
How lively, and how full of play!
Sweet rogue!

WANDERER.
Nature, thou ever budding one,
Thou formest each for life’s enjoyments,
And, like a mother, all thy children dear,
Blessest with that sweet heritage,–a home
The swallow builds the cornice round,
Unconscious of the beauties
She plasters up.
The caterpillar spins around the bough,
To make her brood a winter house;
And thou dost patch, between antiquity’s
Most glorious relics,
For thy mean use,
Oh man, a humble cot,–
Enjoyest e’en mid tombs!–
Farewell, thou happy woman!

WOMAN.
Thou wilt not stay, then?

WANDERER.
May God preserve thee,
And bless thy boy!

WOMAN.
A happy journey!

WANDERER.
Whither conducts the path
Across yon hill?

WOMAN.
To Cuma.

WANDERER.
How far from hence?

WOMAN.
‘Tis full three miles.

WANDERER.
Farewell!
Oh Nature, guide me on my way!
The wandering stranger guide,
Who o’er the tombs
Of holy bygone times
Is passing,
To a kind sheltering place,
From North winds safe,
And where a poplar grove
Shuts out the noontide ray!
And when I come
Home to my cot
At evening,
Illumined by the setting sun,
Let me embrace a wife like this,
Her infant in her arms!

1772.

* Compare with the beautiful description contained
in the subsequent lines, an account of a ruined temple of Ceres,
given by Chamberlayne in his Pharonnida (published in 1659)

“…. With mournful majesiy
A heap of solitary ruins lie,
Half sepulchred in dust, the bankrupt heir
To prodigal antiquity….”

Reality, this life, our consciousness presents us with some severe ultimatums. We are either the product of pure chance, living a meaningless life of struggle and pain or there is a precise purpose, meaning or Way. If it is the latter, then we must accept that the ancients universally encoded this Truth into every aspect of their culture, and life was orientated to this process. We can decode from the mythos, the culture, languages, technologies, traditions that the ancients themselves posited a Golden Age and a central Homeland. Life was understood as an initiation, a ritual ordeal and study and apprehension of a celestial Mystery. As world ages ended, this stream of Tradition became diluted, diverted, polluted, though traces still remain. In the historical period, true masters appeared with miraculous and awe-inspiring presence and deeds, but they became few and far between as time eroded the centers of the Old Ways.

The Occult Wars are to extinguish the fire of consciousness in humanity. It is to break their connection with the past, with Tradition, with the ancestors, the Gods and with themselves. It is to induce a spiritual sickness, a lethargy of soul and Mind that can not recall its true heritage, its noble ancestry and divine nature and dignity. It was extraordinarily difficult in the time of these great masters to transcend circumstances, destiny, karma, and to find the Way. One can read of the saints lamenting not having the funds to go and get the transmissions and skillful means of the Dharma, or the languishing pain of future adepts traveling for knowledge, to seek a master, to get a text, to gain initiation and authentic teachings. The anti-Traditional forces, like counterfeiters, prey upon those whose poverty of spirit can be exploited by their frauds and false inversions of the original Way.

Thus, even in those ancient days, to prevail in the Great Work was rare indeed, and the culmination of many lifetimes and incarnations of struggle and dedication. The Dharma masters understood that the process of liberation meant that there are fewer adepts to teach. In the core of the Mystery Schools and Hermetic and Hyperborean and Neoplatonic traditions, if one recalls their true divine or Buddha nature three times they are liberated (such as Thrice Great Hermes). But this means that fewer spiritual masters or those on the path will continue to be incarnated, unless they vow to return for the spiritual benefit of those that remain, such as in the way of the Bodhisattva.

The Enemy forces have patiently destroyed and reverse transmuted the world into a veritable hell, a materialistic nightmare calculated to exploit every human aspiration, all initiatic impulses and psycho-spiritual tension points away from the Way. This is the complete, full-spectrum assault down to the genetic level to eradicate and permanently destroy every notion, every trace of memory, every instinct and noble sentiment. So again, even under auspicious times, with true master teachers, in a civilization dedicated to a spiritual path, it was a path for the most elite of spirit. Now we are in the most degenerate, decadent, and demoralized period, the true essence of the Kali Yuga and complete destruction of Tradition.

How is one to penetrate the Mysteries of this realm, to train and refine themselves as all collapses around them? There is no society anymore. There is no culture, there is no common sense of purpose or definition of the good, there is nothing sacred that all hold in common. There is pain, suffering, isolation. There are generations of soulless, subhumans that have had all of the magic and spirit drained and harvested begetting and replicating mere husks of life with no real spark of sentience or true humanity, which is of a divine heritage and celestial essence. Broken homes, collapsing social orders, endless trauma and selective scarcities press and extract any of the human spirit left. The tactics to distract, to weaken, to demoralize, to keep off-balance consumes the finite time, energy and resources, thwart many of even the most sincere seekers. Because destruction is in some ways more powerful than creation in that creation is fragile, it is vulnerable. Rome was not built in a day, but it can be destroyed in a few. The precarious achievements of the past, the hard-won insights, the preservation and enduring ways can all be wiped away like a sculpture or artwork that was painstakingly crafted that can be smashed or burned in an instant. All of one’s progress can be wiped away in some careless acts, some persistent behaviors or habits, some vulnerability introduced by some blindspot or some inattention to detail.

One’s exoteric goals must be to find and create conditions for the Way. To endure peers and relatives that have no inclination or notion, who are lost to pop culture and mainstream narratives and who live shallow, barren, miserable mundane lives is like living with an Enemy. They are hostile to authentic life, anything that reminds them of what they should be doing with this incarnation will cause deep psychic rifts within them that will cause them to lash out or become disassociate. To be confronted with a mode of life, of purpose, of meaning and accountability is too much truth to the lies they live upon. The heroic worldview, the Philosopher’s quest, these are the antithesis of superficial cravings, of boring and common diversions and the false comfort and luxury to which modernism grasps. They will never awaken to the true purpose of life, and anything that might disturb their anesthetic, trance-like slumber is hated as a painful intrusion of the True Reality into their construct of sensations and cravings. Even if they should have a profound, numinous, or mystical experience, their leaky heads cannot hold the Memory which will drain like a sieve.

Most grow up amongst the stench of the commonplace, this ‘botched and bungled’ inhumanity and base existence of miserable ordinary pursuits. To transcend these circumstances, to create and prime conditions and circumstances for true mastery is truly the most rare and precious pursuit on earth. Yet who can overcome the toxic relationships of destroyed families and peers? Who can wipe away the indoctrination and seeds of doubt that create a near schizophrenic inner world of beholding the awe and majesty of life filtered through the desiccating theories and mental viruses of ‘scientists’? Who can heal themselves of the wasteland-inducing wound of the king? Who can ask the right questions? Who can withstand the ordeals that assault every fiber and atom of being? Who can escape the lures and baits, the traps and fetters set on all sides? Who can master themselves when they take orders from inferiors? Who can engage in the labors to purify and Remember they are wandering Gods, exiled from the company of the Blessed?

As the world burns, as the chaos increases, there will be the Order enforced that is the next stage in alienation from the Way. It will be the convergence of technology and authority in such brutal inhumanity such as none can even imagine or fathom. It is the end of life and the world as we know it. One’s own mortality should be enough to awaken true, profound consistent effort. But even personally, it was only until death’s grip is on your throat that you realize how fragile is life, how precious is time, and how brief our chances are for true Work. The time is short and the unleashed chaos will accelerate. Most have wasted their lives in distractions, depression, in misery and mundane wastes of grand potential. Most will never read these lines, and most who do will fail by their distractions, their excuses, their inability to ask the right questions and to avail themselves of the skillful means to make true progress on the Way. No amount of words will be sufficient for them.

It is a dreadful truth that those that do not gain this knowledge in this life will be lost in the mire of the abyss, suffering to be born in realms of hell, of hungry ghosts, of psycho-spiritual enslavement that does not even have the means or language to express the understanding of being trapped in a binding prison consciousness. It is a dreaded truth that many are not ‘real human beings’ but vacant, dead-eyed husks, empty vessels, with no true claim to sentience as understood by the ancestors. It is a dreadful truth that most will die uninitiated back into a world that seeks to erase the Way and thus be trapped and harvested. It is a dreadful truth one can lose their birthright and divine heritage as Children of Earth and Starry Heaven by neglect, by forgetting to Remember, and who let their spirit and inner fire dull. It is a dreadful truth that all but the most elite will never Remember the Way and they will drink of the waters of ignorance and oblivion of this world and the next. It is a dreadful truth that many lack the courage, the discipline, the passion, and resolute fortitude to engage in the lifelong process of personal alchemy that is the Great Work. It is a dreadful truth that even of those who make some sort of effort, most are so hubris as to think they have accomplished any part of this sacred path. It is a dreadful truth that they tell lies to themselves and others to dull the piercing reality they will face upon death. It is a dreadful truth that if you cannot Remember in waking life, in anger, in erotic passion, in dreams, in the visionary rites, and within the ordeals you will surely forget in the assailing fury of the abyss. It is the dreadful truth that those who do not accomplish these tasks become the nourishment of the Enemy, the sustaining source of its energy. It is the dreadful truth that one feeds what traps and destroys them like the helpless host of a parasite.

The Occult Wars are constant topics of our research and publications. One essential tactic of the Enemy is to eradicate all of Tradition; all of the holy and sacred mystery centers, the burning of libraries and assassinations of Masters. History is a witness to the purge through campaigns of violence, brutality and force but also to the use of the most subtle methods of propaganda, indoctrination, subversion, and psychological warfare. By destroying or infiltrating most of the initiatory schools, lineages, and centers they have left a vacuum in the human impulse and instinct to evolve towards a higher good and authentic alchemical transmutation. This is the whole purpose of the “New Age Movement” and pop occult systems, of manufactured counter-culture to the promotion of certain once cherished holy teachings or skillful means or herbs: to create a void in the lack of authentic teachings that can be filled with false doctrines to desperate seekers.

The latter is a most profound topic for considering the tactics of Occult War strategies. The ancient entheogens or magical plants were taken with the Master Narrative of the ancestors in ritual settings that only were granted after lesser initiations and purifications. The modern profaning of these has them used ‘recreationally’ or within the narratives of extremist indoctrination such as on college campuses. It is important to note that the ‘recovery’ of the entheogenic herbal knowledge was first suggested in many publications prior to the Life Magazine article by Gordon Wasson, the J.P. Morgan banker and intelligence asset. Other herbs were suggested for use in the soma of the Vedas in old scholarly papers, and Robert Graves and the Sufi Idris Shah likely formulated the original hypothesis. But it is a tactic to release such solvents of reality, such potentially sacred or infernal experiences and use them to shatter the consciousness of a generation to implant one’s own insidious Narrative. For full discussions of entheogens and occult wars see Magus series, especially Vol. 4.

Simultaneously, the counter-culture movement of artificial psychedelics was unleashed. The artificial and organic become conflated, interchanged, intermixed as minds are fragmented with these powerful synthetic drugs. Most were sincere seekers, cast into an age on the threshold of the old and the post-modern, where stifling social norms and promises of libertine bliss and enlightenment were made by simply taking a drug. But there were no true hierophants of the Mysteries, only charlatans, dark intelligence officers playing with sorcery with an intent to subvert and destroy, to infect with a psycho-spiritual poison that is like a spiritual immune disorder.

The conditioning to present the truth then subvert, divert towards the agenda of synthetic over organic. Life Magazine covers of Wasson in 1957 to the 60s LSD covers of a ‘potential danger’ in March to celebrated as part of Art in September of that same year.

The masses are lost, it is the seekers that are deprived of the ancestral Master Narrative, to aim the entheogenic rites with the skillful means of the true Mysteries. The instinct to find and seek these are met with false teachers, faux doctrines, counterfeit sacraments. A prime example is the push of the synthetic DMT and blending it within the ‘culture’ of ‘psychonauts,’ or those that want to explore consciousness, as the true last unexplored territory. Pop culture and mass media ‘heroes’ push and blend cannabis and other such substances and blur the lines. This softens the psyche to their indoctrination, which will also be presented with a veneer of truth with just a percentage of toxic spiritual poison.

The True Mysteries are authentically occult, hidden, secret, concealed. To reveal them is to profane and weaken. What cannot be diminished or subverted is then hidden amongst false and faux imitations, mixed with inverted systems, degenerate and corrupted virtual copies that are fatally flawed and laced with a deep venom. Immortality is promised, but is an artificial construct, the promise to the elite of this world who never can accomplish the Great Work. Thus, they must destroy the True Way, desacralize, and debase all and everything. Their goal is to reduce the human spirit to a subhuman level that justifies its eradication. Humanity is thus lured into its own status as victim of sacrifice through its inability to become noble, pure, and beautiful. Their reverse alchemy is a parody of the true Hermetic science and Dharma that lures even so many of the pure of heart who lack discernment and whose thirst for pure teachings has them drink of even the most polluted and toxic waters. We are Hyperboreans, Gods, and we must refine and purify the accrued filth and mire from our very being and act in accordance with our divine heritage. Every assertion of this Memory, of beauty, of what is noble is a resistance, an assault and defense against the predacious and parasitic Enemy.

These are lures, traps baited with promises of seeing entities, of profound experiences but they are not born of the earth mother. They are synthetic, chemical and they are part of a reductionist worldview that seeks to destroy the Mysteries with desiccated theories that have reduced the perception of life as an accident of explosions and gases. It is the reduction of the experience to a “god molecule” or the pineal gland, or reality as merely a chemical phenomenon and that enlightenment or perfection is a type of neurological chemical recipe that just needs to be refined. It is the negation of the divine, celestial heritage of Children of Earth and Starry Heaven. It is the negation of free will, of a soul, and it is always traced back to the kabbalistic and Freemasonic agendas that seek to conceal all true esoteric knowledge and replace it with a false, virtual, inorganic and transhumanist goal. Dr. Strassman, who also writes of combining Buddhism and his ancestral Kabbalah, collaborated with the DEA and the Scottish Right Freemasonry in his research injecting people with DMT to validate and groom those interested in entheogenic plants into these worldviews. It is a slow compliance, an acclimation, and part of other biomedical agendas from assaults on gender to genetically modified inputs all toward assimilation to transhumanists. The goal is to extinguish all of sacred humanity into the kabbalistic dream of the golem, the hackable organic human enslaved down to the genetic level.

Awe is the beginning of Philosophy, the wonder and ineffable majesty of beholding nature and the human spirit’s extremes of potential and baseness. We stand at the threshold of a world age, where they seek to forever wipe the Memory and traces of the Way. While the masses distract themselves in every possible way, the true seeker must stay aimed, focused, and resolute in the assaults that seek to demoralize and embitter. They must find the ways to revive the exhausted soul, to shake off the lethargy and red dust and rekindle the enthusiasm, the secret fire, the true sources of empowerment of the ancestors. It is a battle for this energy, this human spirit or fire of consciousness. It is an incessant war of tension and attrition to break the consciousness, to fragment the psyche, to tarnish and degrade the heart. Our quest is to heal, to become whole, to regain the soma, the haoma, the sacred mead, the kykeon, the Moly of Hermes, and rekindle the blazing consciousness that recalls itself in the darkness of the Abyss.

Do not dissipate and waste this precious incarnation, put your talents and passions, your resources, your time, and wealth into the pursuit of the Great Work. Join us in research and propagation of the true Master Narrative, to reinstitute the esoteric and intimate Mysteries in remote mountain settings, to produce the medicines and distilled monographs of research for heuristic training in becoming a true Adept and Master. Drink of the pure waters of Memory, Remember the divine heritage and birthright, and awaken to the reality we are Gods in exile. It is the goal of the Mysteries to purify and awaken one to this innate divine nature as they return home to the company of the Blessed.

The Reception Of Psyche Into Olympus by Polidoro da Caravaggio

We have discussed the abomination of pedophilia in other manuscripts as a signature of the Enemy, it always emerges at the collapse of Empire as degenerate, insanity, and depravity cause all neglect for duty and honor. The Enemy have always been accused of this act, and ritual murder of children (blood libel, their own writings), and it is proven in many cases and continues to the modern day. This is discussed in the Occult Wars series and Sub Rosa. But in ancient Greece, the situation was the same, as we have argued in various monographs. The earliest laws forbid such actions of sexual relationships between adults and children, and foreign elite would entrust their children to the early Greeks for their upholding of this law. The earliest myths were always sexual conduct of adults. The oldest depictions of all the Greek Gods, Hermes and (and even some of Apollo*), were bearded, masculine that later became effeminate, beardless youth. “It is believed that in the Homeric world homosexuality was not favored.”

Archaic bearded Hermes, later becomes only portrayed as young, unbearded.

Plato says that everyone knew the Cretans manufactured myths to justify their debased, unnatural sexuality. Such is with “Catamitus” (and also “Ganymedes”), from which the English word ‘catamite’ is derived. According to Plato, the Cretans were regularly accused of inventing the myth because they wanted to justify their “unnatural pleasures.” This is part of the occult wars that is able to be encouraged and exploited in urban, luxury culture where people become detached from truly Natural relationships. Robert Graves and others have demonstrated a clear agenda and groups of poets that deliberately altered myth, art, etc. to normalize these practices. We have no prejudice against adults who engage in sexuality, from the Sapphic to other adult forms of sexuality, bisexual, orgiastic or monogamous. When is a person adult in an ancient society? Puberty?

The relationships of young adults and those slightly younger (like a 19-20 years old) is far different than someone (we deem worthy of ritual murder) that molests pre-pubescent children. The term ‘pedophile’ is not accurate, rather it was “Ephebophilia: which is the primary sexual interest in mid-to-late adolescents, generally ages 15 to 19.” Any such myths of the Gods are late inventions, distortions, from Orpheus to the nephew of Herakles. European beauty idolized Rubenesque women (or healthy voluptuousness, and not the waif, anorexic, addict-looking style of model they have pushed for years, nor obese, Venus, Callipyge, consider the implications of the nudity of Phryne (born c. 371 BC), the ancient Greek courtesan), thus this is not seeking some justification for pursuing younger partners, as we suspect many writers on this subject conceal such agendas (Michel Foucault and many others were involved in such relationships, and many of the “leftist” writers have this proclivity and state it openly). But just as you see history rewritten, statues torn down, even pop culture icons replaced by transgender, minority, or other ‘marginalized’ groups that are really an extreme minority, it is part of the occult wars, the mass psychosis of a certain type of degenerate liberalism.

Another example is the mythos of Orpheus, which becomes completely inverted, and it is the inverted and final form that is remembered, the original mythic true buried only to scholars of the Mysteries. Such notions are calculated to destroy nations and are always present before a society and civilization collapse, as if some magic awakens such latent decadence from mutated worldviews, or a deep suicidal impulse that rejects normal, procreative relationships. It is used to overthrow parental rights, since certain sexual proclivities or deviations cannot reproduce, it targets children through instinct and intent to groom and convert children to their “lifestyle.”

But it is also to feminize men and make women masculine, to destabilize every norm so that the dystopian hive can possess what is left of the broken individual, and the new normal can fill the vacuum of their decimated reality. Thus, within two generations of captured, groomed, youth will fight for their oppressors, turn on their parents, burn their own towns and cities, all to liberate into further depravity, to be equal in poverty, misery, and failure. Xenophon, the only historian with firsthand experience of the agoge (his sons attended it!), states explicitly: “… [Lycurgus] … laid down that in Sparta lovers should refrain from molesting boys, just as much as parents avoid having intercourse with their children or brothers with their sisters.” It is hard to find a more definitive statement than this and from the most credible source. To dismiss this evidence because it contradicts opinions are ignorant at best and part an Agenda at worst. Xenophon adds: “It does not surprise me, however, that some people do not believe this since in many cities the laws do not oppose lusting after boys.”

Helena P. Schrader writes, “the most important and lovely pieces of Spartan sculpture depict couples sitting side by side. Regardless of whom the figures were intended to depict (Helen and Menelaos, Chilon and his wife, a Spartan king, and his queen), what is significant is the greater importance given to depictions of a man and wife sitting side by side – that is, in partnership – compared to depictions of sexual intercourse. This is because marriage in Sparta was a partnership, not a tyranny as in the rest of Greece. Nor was a Spartan marriage merely for reproduction, it was also consciously intended to bring sexual satisfaction to both partners. Xenophon explains that Spartan laws required men and women to marry in their physical prime and not when too young (for girls) or too old (for men) and that they should be initially restricted in their sexual contact so as to not to become satiated, but rather to enjoy sex together. Note that there is an explicit emphasis on the desirability of the female partner enjoying sex as much as the male. Love, Sex and Marriage: A Guide to the Private Life of the Ancient Greeks, “Contrary to popular opinion, that world was not a paradise for homosexuals. Pederasty was held in such contempt that it was very heavily punished.”

The ancient “pagans” also honored chastity, virginity. For instance, “Vestal virgins were women priestesses to the goddess of Hearth, Vesta, in Ancient Rome. The main duty they must perform was to guard the fire of Vesta. With this they would be endowed with many honors and rights that a normal female would not have at that time. These women were very powerful in the sense that people would respect them because of the mission they were chosen to take in life. Their vow of chastity and their vow of sustaining the fire, made them vital individuals in that ancient time in history.” Even with Sappho, some scholars suggest the relationship was like Socrates had with his students, an intense personal relationship which would not involve sexual love and would be a platonic love. The Germanic tribes were remarked for their monogamy and sexual restraint by Tacitus, and the sexual deviants were buried in the bog, their memory removed from history, forgotten. Such as if society collapses, and there is lawlessness, clean the community of sexual predators, and hang your local pedophile THEN put them in the bog!

The Germanic Tribes dealt with sexual deviants by erasing their name from earth by sinking them in the swamps and bogs: “Traitors and deserters are hanged on trees; the coward, the unwarlike, the man stained with abominable vices, is plunged into the mire of the morass, with a hurdle put over him. This distinction in punishment means that crime, they think, ought, in being punished, to be exposed, while infamy ought to be buried out of sight.” -Cornelius Tacitus, Germany and its Tribes

* Carpenter claims that images of Apollo in sixth-century Attic art were wildly variable, showing the
god both bearded and beardless, and he states, “to the Attic vase painters of the mid-sixth century his age
was simply not an issue” Carpenter, T.H. 1994. “The Terrible Twins in Sixth-Century Art.” In Apollo: Origins and Influences, edited by Solomon. J. Tucson: University of Arizona Press

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We have created a network of guilds, websites, entities, etc. to recruit and find those elite in passion, intelligence, drive and discipline to undertake the supreme quest and purpose of life, the Magnum Opus. We have collected such partners for decades, those that maintain the Path and pursue the alchemical secrets without excuse or deviation. We have sought teachers, infiltrated groups and monasteries, undertook arduous journeys, training in languages, and all the related disciplines needed to unlock manuscripts, symbols. We raise funds to find the rarest texts, to source the authentic elixir ingredients, the skillful means of Masters. We have encountered other similar groups with a purpose and have sought to connect and create sacred links with their Filiations and occult societies.

It is a true Invisible College of Alchemical, Hermetic and Ancestral studies that we have created out of the sheer yearning and desire. We have only begun to do the proper work of presenting the distillation of such efforts to those seeking the Way in this collapsing world age. We deeply thank all those who have supported us thus far. We hope to continue to attract those interested in the sincere, anonymous, and heuristic pursuit of their alchemical methods balanced with a discreet society of fellow researchers.

April marks the time for certain alchemical projects to begin and for some to be completed. We submit for your consideration a new series of alchemical meditations: Caput mortuum V.1&2

Dwellers of the Wasteland, have hope for your quest and great labors or the glories of Spring will mock your fleeting youth and fantasies.

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

“She could feel magic in the quiet spring day, like a sorcerer’s far-off voice, and lines of poetry floated over her mind as if they were strands of spider-web.”
― Stella Gibbons

As the Occult Wars go kinetic, as the spiritual combat intensifies, one must respond with an even deeper devotion and immediacy to the Great Work. There are things to be done in this precious incarnation, tasks to accomplish, skills to master, experiences to cultivate and training to endure and progress in with discipline. There can be no complacency, excuses, surrendering to distraction, to the disease and sin of wasting precious time. It requires incessant work and effort, it requires genius and cunning, science and art, the practical and esoteric skills to succeed. Yet so many just waste their time in idle pursuits, in vanity, in sheer nonsense. That is fine to those of us who work much and sleep little. But do not waste our time in attempts at correspondence or joining our group. There are many esoteric groups which will give you a title, badges, degrees and fluff your ego like paid whores. There are cults and groups to be your surrogate family or virtual tribe, or friend. This is not the place for such mundane sympathy and commiseration.

If the events of the world do not shock you to an alertness and crisis of being, of the keen awareness of an all-intrusive, all-invading assault down to the very DNA, then you are hopeless. If you are stunned and hopeless, you must be incredibly young, naive, or asleep to the open secrets of history. This is the filth and grime of a sick culture and psychopathic ‘elite.’ This stagnation of waste and decay are aggregates of equal parts neglect and intentional poison and pollution, all in the subversion of Tradition.

The Hero has ordeals and tasks, the 12 Labors to accomplish to expiate from their madness and to attain immortality. Each Labor requires the complete and totality of focus to accomplish. This is the absolute integration of every talent, cunning, intellectual and physical labor to solve or accomplish the impossible. There is the stream of Mind, of consciousness, of reality that is swift, powerful, and potentially dangerous. This stream is diverted into channels, into rivers with the body, of solar and lunar energies, of the powers within that long to be reconciled in a purified inner transmutation. There is layer upon layer of psychic and spiritual filth, of waste, generated from ill habits, toxic culture, the fecal matter of modernism and pop culture that decays the essence of being. It is a blockage, a spiritual stagnation, the congested accrued aspects that the soul cannot process nor endure.

In combining these streams, the inner channels flow, the waste can be saturated in the waves whose fiery waters are corrosive to the clinging, deep waste that clogs and knots the subtle body. One must prime and prepare for this labor, which although accomplished in finality in the course of one day has phases of before and after that must be observe. Such protocols require purifications and conditioning, of psycho-spiritual and bodily training both before and after to center and ground these experiences, lest they fade away in bad habits. These are the alchemical medicines, skillful means and initiatory, theurgic rites of the Mysteries. We are joyous to assist those that have proven through demonstrations of their resolute and heroic character to be worthy of investments of our attention, time, and resources. After all, we use this example of Herakles’ fifth labor, because our hero has already completed four others. We have outlined our definition of these tasks in the Membership and Initiation monograph. No one should bother writing for instruction, or any aspect of affiliation without obtaining and reading this text. Worse would be one that has it and has not begun any tasks but seeks attention or communications. Such a one, and there are only a few, are like those that pester a doctor but never take the advice or medicines. Learn from such pitiful future hungry ghosts and demons and engage the Labors with all your Being.

We have no time nor patience for dilettantes. We have members who engage in language studies for decades to translate a single text, to learn a language to study a teacher. Those that learn pottery, glass blowing, who contribute funds for purchasing texts and ingredients, who submit 500 page manuscripts for publication, who work on the websites, wildcrafting herbs, all while doing their own personal training and research. They go on alchemical pilgrimages, dangerous missions and expeditions to trace the Great Way. They build temples, dig crypts and tunnels for rituals, dig cinnabar from mountains. Thus we grow as an authentic source of initiatory knowledge, an alchemical invisible college, a think tank of the pragmatic needs to conduct the Great Work. We share private texts, resources, gifts and gain fellowship, respect and trust in those that etch their trustworthy nature into the details of their conduct and level of devotion. Their noble character is emblazoned in their manners, their work ethic, their attention to detail, the integrity of their word and discipline. The eliteness is in the standard of their art, the ideal they seek to presence, the life as a masterpiece in secret, incessant refinement. These are the true kindred of spirit, the gentleman and ladies of our humble inner circle.

Consider the day as a Pythagorean, that of awakening is a birth, to sleep is a ‘death.’ What we do in the day is a microcosm of life. What do you really do in your day? How much is wasted on the worst of this modern age: degenerate entertainment, mind-rotting games, endless attention span decimating social media, masturbatory wastes of energy and desensitizing poisons. These are the solvents of Being that hollow out a human into a husk of cravings and conditioned responses. It is obvious how certain people spend their time, what they ‘pay’ attention to, what occupies their life in a day, and it is mundane and beyond contempt. How dare you rest, indulge, reward or enjoy some luxury, some repose or thrill when you squander your time and life? You who sit in idleness, in excuses, in self-made obstacles must get to work. Ars longa vita brevis.

ἔστι δ ̓ ὅπη νῦν
ἔστι: τελεῖται δ ̓ ἐς τὸ πεπρωμένον:
οὔθ ̓ ὑποκαίων οὔθ ̓ ὑπολείβων
οὔτε δακρύων ἀπύρων ἱερῶν
ὀργὰς ἀτενεῖς παραθέλξει [4]

What is now, came to be
As it came to be. And its ending has been ordained.
No concealed laments, no concealed libations,
No unburnt offering
Can charm away that firm resolve