Winter Greetings

“Now is the time to get serious about living your ideals. How long can you afford to put off who you really want to be? Your nobler self cannot wait any longer. Put your principles into practice – now. Stop the excuses and the procrastination. This is your life! You aren’t a child anymore. The sooner you set yourself to your spiritual program, the happier you will be. The longer you wait, the more you’ll be vulnerable to mediocrity and feel filled with shame and regret, because you know you are capable of better. From this instant on, vow to stop disappointing yourself. Separate yourself from the mob. Decide to be extraordinary and do what you need to do – now.”
― Epictetus

Greetings Friends, We emerge from forest retreats and laboratories for correspondences and to update on projects and works. Those seeking deeper interaction with the Society should constantly refer to the Initiation and Membership publication for inspiration and heuristic initiatory works, advice and guidance. We apologize if we have missed any correspondences as we prepare for Winter Rituals and survival in the coming cold and darkness. Listen, you who fear the truth, because you want to sleep well at night. We will be introducing, from requests, some new methods to support, engage and contribute in the New Year.

We must redouble our efforts, training, research and rites in these occult wars. We must never yield to the misery, despondent victimhood of mundane and ordinary failed beings that cannot transcend their own circumstances.
WE must face the harsh truths of reality, of the fragile human experience, the monumental tasks of our life’s purpose that most are not even aware. Woe to those that hear the teachings, the methods and the truth but fall asleep and walk their life in a dream.

Heidegger used the term Thrownness (German: Geworfenheit) to describe humans’ individual existences as being ‘thrown’ (geworfen) into the world. Thus many find themselves, cast into this brutal chaos of existence with alienation from the present, exiled from the past, and careening into a relentless tyranny of future or potential hells of suffering. Such an experience has been exploited by the enemy, weaponized to maximum effect in complete full spectrum attack from DNA to worldview. They do not wish to simply kill you, but to make you want to kill yourself, or to kill off the humanity, the dignity, the heroic values that make a life worth living. Behold the patient energy, expense and incessant campaigns to destroy the Mind and Folk Soul of the West. The occult wars rage to demoralize, to fatigue and decimate the spirit. A wounded enemy is more costly than a dead soldier in war. The wounded waste resources, they spread disease, they drag down all around them.

Even, or maybe especially those that have an interest in esoterics often cannot overcome the intellectualization, the tedium, suburban, and boring occult orders and nonsense systems that have no direct experience. They are devoid of initiatic value with which to reinvigorate the Traditions and lore, to have this pioneer spirit, this awe and majesty at the Great Mystery. The potential of humanity towards a higher purpose is the constant target of a patient, sophisticated, archonic enemy; the dark forces that exploit these latent vulnerabilities and seek to destroy any notion, any memory, and expression of this sublime meaning of existence. The objective of the Enemy in the occult war is to prevent the option to live in a realm or reality where it is still possible to quest with that insatiable spirit of living fire and for the sunken Anthropos to rise again through the seven spheres to their inheritance of Godhood.

We live in a fairy tale realm like the tale of Goldilocks, not too hot, not too cold, where miracles of probability of life, the signatures of the Gods, of mysteries they have thought to extinguish by reason. We are not anti-science, a little sip of it might make one an atheist, but a full draught beckons into the divine mysteries, where coincidence, probability, encoded harmonies, of sublime truths are embedded in every aspect of this reality. The explanations, which are often given to refute such miraculous beholding of this world, often merely enhance the Mystery by providing mathematical anomalies and other such traces of absolute ineffable designs or again, the just-right perfection of everything to facilitate life, but where the earth and mankind himself seem to be the exact middle or micro, or mesocosmic center of the universe.

Thrown into this supreme mystery, with an unknown, obscured, occulted past with traces of lost civilizations, of legacy and heritage cultures that practiced high esoteric arts, in a world where all of these aggregate to produce genius, pleasures, sufferings, all accessed through the sensuality of being consciousness born into blood, nerves, bones and flesh.

Yet so many squander this brief, transient dream. Like someone who beholds a great beauty, some landscape, some song, some gourmet taste, some exquisite music, the appreciation can fade, dull, diminish over time. They become numb, jaded, bored and unimpressed as the lowest aspect of life preoccupies their existence. Like a ghetto or asphalt worldviews, or the type of ‘prison Asatru’ of trailer parks, it is just of the lowest, most base expression of our ancestors. It is subhuman, it is the spiritual mleccha, the unwashed, profane that cling to vulgarity and rottenness of being. Because they have no true love for truth and beauty, they have no real authentic energy or desire to sustain a quest or true work. They surrender to every distraction, impulse, excuse, inconvenience and obstacle and slowly become the servants of the Anti-Grail counter-initiation forces as psychic and spiritual vampires. From a Philosophick point of view, they were those who did not glimpse the Primordial Light.

Likewise, so many attempt correspondence and send their banal videos referencing pop occult figures, the Nazarene kabbalah, “The Matrix” or other such modernist filth as if we have the slightest interest in this garbage produced by the Enemy. They have turned our ancestral Gods alone into ‘comic books,’ and rotten everything to farce and entertainment. We are not interested in their pop occult mythos, their degenerate art, their subhuman and anti-Traditional agendas that weaponize every aspect of reality. We rebel against the ugly, putrid filth of the modern world with every alchemical act of Tradition, every radical act of beauty and True Humanity. Having these mainstream media, news, and entertainment is like having the Enemy embedded within the home, broadcasting spells against every aspect of your Being. Such artificial flickers have replaced the natural fires of the sacrificial fires to the Gods. The hearth and rites are neglected, the lore forgotten, the true purpose forgotten.

“Attach yourself to what is spiritually superior, regardless of what other people think or do. Hold to your true aspirations no matter what is going on around you.”
― Epictetus

Neglect kills love, it kills friendship, it kills art, it kills the connexion to the Gods. But how does a True Human neglect what one loves? What one adores? They are irreconcilable expressions of Being. Too many have neglected Tradition, the Ancestral heritage, the highest apex of culture our ancients have created for the most banal, mediocrity with which they choose to spend their attention and kill time with their neglect. But to those who do not yearn for beauty, who do not long for expression of harmony, of the sacred truths emblazoned in the delicate detail of Nature and in the adept artists who presence the Muses. Again, they beheld not the Primordial Light and thus have no Memory of its beauty. Thus they do not truly love beauty, they do not have the Olympian fire of the heroes, the questing and longing to search out such luminous expressions veiled in this dross material realm.

We consider such apathy, such indifference, such low culture an act of Asebeia (ἀσέβεια): a criminal offense to the ancients defined as “desecration and mockery of divine objects”, for “irreverence towards the state gods” and disrespect towards dead ancestors. You who fail to presence the beautiful, the highest culture of our ancestors, who refuse to refine yourself to be worthy of such a numinous legacy are like degenerate heirs who let heirlooms rot and rust, the old mansion fall into ruin, and to become the end of one’s bloodline and lineage in some form of emasculated or neutered subhuman who squandered abundance for the most vulgar stimulation and entertainment. Let there be supreme art especially in any action, every indulgence, pleasure or pursuit of ecstasy but also in even the most menial task, the most humble of labors and basic details of life.

Within this vacuum of meaning and deprivation of the Master Narrative all sorts of pernicious and toxic notions arise and possess the masses. The real tragedy is written in the intervals between these world shaping events. Here are the windows of time that an individual is confronted with relative freedom, free will, and most are equipped with the basic resources and components to do almost anything. Yet most persist in being the most boring, mundane type of subhuman behavior. It is an insult to the animals to call them beasts, though they do participate in cravings and instincts to some degree. These become so habituated and disassociated from a true creative, engaging human experience as to be more machine-like than biological. Such failure to engage this dynamic experience of reality with an immediacy of life and death erodes one’s sense of being and decays their sentience into mere portals of impulses and programmed responses.

If the degenerates said that religion was the opiate of the masses, now, it is actual opiates that are used by the masses. It is the real pandemic of generations addicted, incremental suicides through these pharmaceutical poisons. Or actual bread and circus, recast in the technological stimulation of flickering screens and entrancement. It is an alienation from Nature that is complete, infernal and gives the ultimate simulation of friends or groups. Refined solitude is superior to mundane company, celibacy to a dull lover, fasting to inferior cuisine, death to slavery. Instead of developing deep traits of refined humanity, of strength, truth and beauty, the masses are directed to distinguish themselves in a manufactured counterculture, uniform rebellion of subhuman degenerates, the botched and bungled. These are the ones that have a slight glimmer of humanity left. Most have no empathy, no true compassion, as these can only arise nurtured with blood and spirit. Even those that had such emotions turn demonic in their egoistic pursuits and hubris born of a sense of entitlement. But they remain base, ignorant and rotten. Otherwise they become abstractions, signaled virtues at best, contrived, strategic agendas for exploiting and part of a parasitic process of either using or being used. Slowly they become so apathetic, “a lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern” which is one of the main sources of failure for those seeking the Grail in the lore. They fail to inquire of the wounded king, his condition, the source of the wound, how to heal it. They see the Grail and Lance and do not inquire of its purpose. They simply fall asleep and fail the ordeals and tests like the walking dead or waking sleepers that haunt this world like hungry ghosts.

One must revolt in every aspect of Being. One must transmute thought, word and action into a complete nobility, the aristocracy of spirit that honors the ancestors and future generations. Yet we do not speak from some false manners, some contrived politeness, the trappings of nouveau riche or salesman. One of modest or the lowest or base circumstances who transmutes themselves are infinitely superior to the rotten luxury of many high born who have squandered their right to be referred to as a gentleman, or to be held in any honor. Petty, weak tyrants who use the systems built by great men to bring all down to their miserable inhuman debasement, dignity of superior individuals do not degrade existence with ugliness, with cruelty, with inflicting suffering. These are the traits of the Enemy. They subvert, provoke, agitate, while offering the illusions of a type of freedom. Such shallow individuals cannot begin to fathom decades long plans and research that culminate in a lifetime of esoteric work towards true Mastery. This creates and condenses such energies, recalls such Memory as to withstand the entropic forces of the cosmos that seek to disintegrate and obliterate the individual and cast their essence into the outer eternal dark of the Abyss.

Yet no words can awaken those bathed in neglect, apathy, who drown in endless cycles in the depths of the waters Lethe. One cannot make another feel the awe of the sunrise, the thrill of sublime music, the majesty of a sculpture released from stone. It is impossible to make a vulgar mundane person feel the mystic exhilaration from a few words of a poem or of a myth, of the mere word Hyperborea inducing and invoking an ecstatic bubbling poetic vision at its mere thought. You cannot impart authentic reverence, devotion, though perhaps some will be inspired to higher means of passing this precious incarnation than the modernist poisons from those who have pledged ultimate war to everything Traditional and for which our ancestors created. They are not Arya (Sanskrit ārya; Pāli: ariya) which can be translated as “noble”, “not ordinary”, “valuable”, “precious”, “pure”, “rich”.

Generations of the mediocre and banal leave a vacuum for the degenerates to offer the constant low level stimulation that such reprobates experience as reality. Any authentic human emotions or reactions are then harvested into these distortions of reality, ranging from a numb, passive voyeurism to victimhood to facilitating the cancerous worldview through a type of possessed madness that proliferates misery like a diseased cell. Any true Human Being revolts at this absurdity, of the ugliness and mindless assault on aesthetics, from strip malls and urban sprawl to hideous art, weaponized films and literature raping the soul with soul crushing poisons presented as culture.

Even when such are provoked to a response, they proceed to masturbatory fantasies, excessively self-absorbed or self-indulgent expressions of their own perceived unique misery. It nearly always takes the same few forms in external manifestation, most of which are the basis of the manufactured counter-culture, youth and ‘art’ fads that are the most obnoxious symptoms of modernism, victimhood as identity, and a sadomasochistic love for feeling and expressing pain on their suicidal pursuit of annihilation and oblivion. Be, therefore, vigilant guards as to what enters the city of Nine Gates (The Nine Gates represents the male human body, with its nine openings, two eyes, two nostrils, two ears, the mouth, the anus, and the genital opening).

We are all dealt unique talents and faults, resources and deficiencies, strengths and weaknesses. Our nature and nurture take part in what the ancients understood as the karma of birth (or genetics, geography, culture, era, etc.) and the wyrd or fate or destiny that is the macrocosmic expression of this aggregated reality. The ultimatum of the eternal present distinguishes yourself in beautiful acts and competes in honorable deeds. “Every act of beauty is a revolt against the modern world.” This simple expression conceals a supreme esoteric truth, both in the method of resistance and the modus operandi of the Enemy. Their signature is on every ugly distortion, every new humiliation, every subversion of Tradition, in the reverse alchemy of turning the Golden to the most hideous dross. It is a parasitic worldview, but evil has no true purpose, no Great Work, it is just the senseless hatred of innocence, beauty, and the Golden Age Hyperborean spirit.

Some of the elites understood what was coming, and tried to alert through fiction the crisis of the situation. Orwell’s is prophetic in this articulation, or simply saw the logical conclusion of the forces subverting reality itself into the closest facsimile of hell as possible.

‘Do not imagine that you will save yourself, Winston, however completely you surrender to us. No one who has once gone astray is ever spared. And even if we chose to let you live out the natural term of your life, still you would never escape from us. What happens to you here is for ever. Understand that in advance. We shall crush you down to the point from which there is no coming back. Things will happen to you from which you could not recover, if you lived a thousand years. Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.’ George Orwell – 1984

Such concise language demonstrates the precise targets of the occult wars. That which makes us human, noble, honorable. In short, they want more than to simply kill us, rather they wish to remake us into their own image. They want us to be the vehicles for their psycho-spiritual diseases, their mind virus possession that rottens the heart, deadens the soul and corrupts the mind. They want the very notion of any other Way erased, any hero destroyed, all beauty tarnished, all innocence violated. Every day wasted not in pursuit of the beautiful daughters of Memory is an affront to the Gods, to the Ancestors who died to bring us to this moment, this ultimate of destiny. It is a betrayal to our folk, to the ones who will remember us as ancestors.

Jedem das Seine is often improperly translated as “To Each His Own” but better is “To Each What They Are Due” or best is “To each what they deserve” meaning how you live your life is fitting for what outcomes, karmic effects are experienced. If we neglect health, our true purpose and grow old and miserable, then we have deserved such a rotten fate of squandered time. Just as the world’s masses have traded freedom, true life and purpose for degenerate modernism comforts and cheap flashing lights to endlessly distract themselves. All the wars, struggles, loves of ancestors to be reduced to such pointless waste of precious life. They die a thousand deaths of depression, despair and misery.

Waste no more time in your Quest. Seek the contributions, assistance and recruitment of worthy allies, join our anonymous Hyperborean Thiasos and the “atonement with such deeds, as benefit our knightly order. ‘There are things worse than death.’ Pure Blood, Pure Spirit, Pure Heart.

“The greatest madness a man can be guilty of in this life, is to let himself die outright, without being slain by any person whatever, or destroyed by any other weapon than the hands of melancholy”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

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