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

The Hyperborean Research Society engages in silent theurgic contemplation in darkness at the core of the Winter rites. We invite those with the medicines and solidified mercury power items from our lineages to participate (or to contact to obtain these items customized to one astrological data). To prepare for these rites, one should obtain theurgic and spagyric medicines and ‘soma’ herbs of various kinds for assaying their effects and harnessing their energy for these meditations. Crucial to these operations are the mercury power items, which are like a battery, a conduit to energies, intentions, as well as a mercurial messenger to the higher realms. Many are fake or inferior or inert, thus one must make themselves or, to be part of our lineage, obtain one from our alchemists. We can give specific instructions to empower and place these to those that inquire, and craft special custom ones of nearly any size. But we prefer to have a large one in our main temple and use a smaller one for travel and wilderness forays, where these rites are best conducted.

One retires to dark, desolate areas, to underground crypts, dark rooms, some truly remote wilderness. One has the dark robes of the wanderer, either black or darkest blue and the lantern with hurricane glass. One is permitted a staff, dagger, and a small bag of herbalist’s equipment and ritual paraphernalia (small mortar and pestle, herbs, tinctures, extra candles, etc. an animal skin or woolen blanket to sit upon is permitted, nothing modern electronic of any kind. It is best if one creates these themselves or acquires them from loved ones in devoted affinity with these esoteric rites, or to obtain them from our Guild or Masters. One can construct the robe and lantern easily and infuse each stitch and detail with the stenography of the Great Work, as with the staff, ritual herbal implements, and even producing the candles from one’s own hives. This is the essence of true magical integrity, in a ritualization of each aspect of the rites, in deep preparation, through fasting, planning, sacrificing, purifying, obtaining the herbs, the equipment, scouting the locations, all of these build a magical integrity, they infuse life with a noetic focus that condenses the power and secret fire. The mercury potentiates this effort, it becomes embedded within the form, which is why so many temples had pools of mercury within them and why it is the seed of Shiva, and the symbol of the messenger of the Gods and a primary alchemical substance.

Those capable of sublime effort will find no excuses to refine these practices by beginning with what they have around them and continually refining every aspect with sigilized beauty and elegance. They will constantly infuse their atmosphere and ritual attire and aesthetics to create the power items that are infused with such profound intention and ascetic acts of will that they become almost holy relics to behold. Such effort, such focus, such singularity of thought, word and action manifested in every aspect of a life lived in pursuit of true mastery bends the chains of destiny to break, it can shatter the fetters of karma and destiny as one becomes a superior, true human being.

You must confront yourself alone in the darkness with initiatic wisdom rather than disintegrate in the vast chasms of eternal night that will swallow your dim spark into oblivion.

One earns their humanity, their godlike powers through such complete engagement in the Mysteries, the Great Work, in the heaving of burdens that keep Anthropos sunken, bound, and tethered to the lowest spheres of the soul. If you cannot master these basic practices, you will not awake in dreams, you will not retain composure in the raptures and ordeals, you will forget yourself and be forgotten in the dark abyss.

There are no words uttered, just the solitary silence of the trek alone. Here one ignites the lantern and takes refuge, best under a large tree, and one ingests the herbs in complete darkness. As the effects are felt, the lantern is lit, and the parad pyramid is placed on its mica sheet. One presences the supreme silence and immobility, adjusting to find that position which can be held to quietly behold the glow in stillness. The inner alchemists will sublimate the restless energies, release with breath the tensions, and subdue the agitations and pernicious whispers to abiding silence. Here the psychic knots untie, the subtle body can heal and reintegrate with Being. The heart unclenches, the breath deepens, the benevolent peace pervades the microcosm. Here the spontaneous insights can be glimpsed arising from the darkness within, the shining blue pearl, the whirling astral Aryan crosses arise in the inner sacred center. Such was the beholding of the Primordial Light, remembered only by Gods and Philosophers.

Many are unable to do these practices in their complete form, in their ideal way, but it cannot be an excuse. They can be modified to link with the mercury and to prepare and train for the time that the ideal conditions emerge. There are obstacles and excuses that will always try to intrude on devotion and progress. One must break these patterns and find even the most primitive and contrived way to find a way to do such methods. It is a basic theurgical training to condense power and heal, to learn to take the visionary herbs, to gain integrity and prompt the Anamnesis hidden within. The spagyric formulas are forces and signals to the blood to unlock dormant memories, to cease its distortion of decaying codes from inflammation and stress, and to return to healthy, normative functioning. This is why the Gods seek the soma, the mead, the ambrosia, the ritual elixirs. They must abide with the subtle fuel of their secret fire, it is the restorative process of reintegration, of healing the body and thus allowing the subtle energetic form to condense and crystallize. The Mind, the Memory, which Odin worried about losing, are the same sense of Being, of the narrative and context from which our existence is defined, individuated and condensed into withstanding the entropic cosmic forces that seek our oblivion. The light in the darkness is the something from nothing, the soul encased in the lantern, protected from the extinguishing gusts of wind from the abyss.

We will be conducting some major expeditions through some members in the coming year if there is not a full kinetic war in those regions. Those interested in details, support, contributions and other related missions can contact directly.

Do you live in an interesting region with medicinal herbs, minerals or other natural products? We are always seeking and recruiting to our guild those with unique access to wildcrafting opportunities or local herbal knowledge, especially (but not exclusively) in European countries. Consider contacting with details for possible trades, acquisitions or future partnerships.

Forthcoming publications list with select Hyperborean Research Society titles available for Members only.

Hyperborean Chivalry
Bǫlverkr Vol.1
Occult Wars
Project Asgard
Spagyricks Vol. 1
Hyperborean Shrine and Laboratory Notes
Mnemosyne (Series)
Adept’s Training
Strategic Permaculture Vol. 2
Sol Niger Vol. 2
Mystae Vol. 4
Τελετή

“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

Much have I suffered, labored long and hard by now
in the waves and wars. Add this to the total—bring the trial on!

Some profoundly misunderstand the lotus-eaters from an initiatory perspective, which is a person who spends their time indulging in pleasure and luxury rather than dealing with practical concerns. It is time to awake and shake off the illusions and fantasy and prepare for the wandering path back Home. So many have become decadent with the luxury, ease and stimulation of the degenerate world age that they cannot even conceive of doing any real Work, Labor or Tasks to completion. To those that have dissipated the illusions and understand how crucial every moment is in this precious incarnation, we welcome you as allies.

We wish to thank all for the support, correspondence, submissions, donations, patronage and interest. These are ‘interesting’ times, as the cohesive, lockstep measures are deployed rapidly around us. The ultimatums that are to be forced upon us are the attempts to checkmate our very core human, albeit limited, freewill. Freewill or predestination or biological determinism has long been such a philosophical debate (or seen as an illusion to reductionists of neurosciences). But here is where the abstractions melt away. Here is where you decide if you have free will to resist these agendas that seek to dominate you down to when you can leave your house, whom you can associate with, when and how you may worship, do business, down to your genetic code and body sovereignty. Such measures are calculated to decimate and demoralize any who remain steadfast in the initiatory understanding of life itself.

They have already, long ago, crossed the point of no return and all established norms will be rent asunder and torn apart at the seams. One must use this time to pursue true Mastery. Whereas these parasites and predators want complete control of others, but cannot control themselves, we must assert the control of the Magus over self of every thought, word and deed. Many are so hubris to think they will be Masters when they cannot control themselves for even a few minutes let alone the lifetime pursuit of the Art. This is why we stipulate to treat each day as if it is your last, each year the final one. We break the training into 100 days of intense, personal practice. For some, they do backbreaking labor, or lonely research for 20 hours a day, others are in hermitages engaged in alchemical experiments, or meditation. The best have blended all these together into protocols that allow them liberation from the parasites.

These summer months are times of Work, not vacations, not distractions. It is a time from spring to plant the seeds, for the summer to grow and mature and harvest in fall. This is the alchemical season, which concludes in rituals of the winter, enjoying the bounty of the year. Yet so many are so dissociated from Nature, from themselves that such results that come with true mastery will evade them like trying to grasp at shadows. One must sweat out the physical and spiritual poisons in the soil, one must exhaust the brain’s chatter with the sacred master’s works, one must pacify the restless intellect in the alchemical laboratory, and heal the body with the resulting medicines. Yet to have the freedom to pursue these tasks requires its own set of conditions that must be met. Indeed, even if most were given all they desired to know and to do, they could not handle it.

It is like a cheap crucible will not withhold the reactions of transmutation. It will shatter and burst, and likely injure all those around them. Like in all things, those that are the most superficial often gain the most attention as being ‘serious’ or true, but it’s all a lie to themselves most of all. They cannot hide from the truth of their failures, weakness and descent into madness and misery when they are alone. They who are lost and overcome in the shallow waters will never cross the deep abysmal waters between the realms. They will drown in the spinning eddies of hopeless swirling cycles of endless rebirths and tortures of their own dark waters.

To the anonymous, quiet students of the Art we give you support, love and honor. To those that diligently stick to their work despite all obstacles, intrusions, set backs, who let no excuse deter them from the Work no matter if it is family, illness, pain, finances or any other. We sincerely salute your efforts. You will be repaid in inner elixir that the dabblers, dilettantes, and triflers will never even glimpse. Thus our output on the digital side wanes during these hot months, as we pursue the Work and Tasks laid forth in the Initiation Monograph ourselves. These are lifetime pursuits. And though it may seem that the times will never allow such tranquility and peace for such engagements, we must work as if we have no time but prepare for the future as if we are immortals.

This means that we act with the knowledge of certain outcomes, just as the Gods understood the events of the twilight of this world age, the loss and tragedy. They fought as if victory was assured even if the occult knowledge told them otherwise. This is the only healthy, heroic worldview to take in the growing storm clouds of this coming chaos that will increase exponentially. One must be steadfast in all things, from the most trivial to the most sacred and essential. This is the only way to achieve true mastery, true integrity, True Humanity, which is the path of Immortals. But those that neglect their duty, their small but essential tasks, will never grow to larger ones. For in the end, there are really only Masters and slaves. But if you cannot master yourself, you will always be someone’s slave. If you cannot control that voice within that destroys your inner world, you will never have a genius as a servant.

We assure you, the enemy never misses their rituals, their training, they do not make excuses or complain, or feel sorry for themselves. If you can not meet and exceed their level of devotion, you have already lost and might as well resign to an eternity of slavery. It is the slavery of the body, of the mind, and of inferior beings in a dark heirarchy of enslavement, indentured to debts and bondages that can never be resolved. If you state you will do a thing and give your word and it is not accomplished, even if it is silent and to yourself of your own commitment, then you are a slave. This is why the master’s talk of the enlightenment as liberation, it is the escape from the tyranny of the uncontrolled self, which in turn demands a certain respect and empowerment from the universe itself, because Nature itself favors acts of will and strength.

All have the potential, yet so few can harness it and make it productive, stable and able to transmute. Otherwise it is dissipated, like a lightning rod that takes the flashes of brilliance and grounds them to nothing. Or like a surge, that burns the filament and destroys the light, its a waste again. Only those that can harness that soma-like ecstatic energy and potentiate it through the herbs, the elixirs, the rituals and power items of the theurgic art can shatter the limitations imposed by this material realm. Those that waste their own and others’ time should feel the gnawing anxiety in the pit of their gut, as the time to act drifts away and the ground itself will swallow them and their pathetic efforts. You must make your ancestors proud as the culmination of your lineage or become the rotting, latent mutation towards something worse than beasts. Honor your ancestors and the Gods by behaviors that are consistent with your divine heritage and pierce the poisons within that they may be rendered into purest ambrosia.

Lapis Lazuli King and Lord of Medicines

As the storm clouds gather, we intend to use all of the assaults and events as catalysts to deep and profound engagement in specific esoteric practices. These represent the supreme teachings of the Hyperborean Dharma, the Solar Buddha ( Mahāvairocana or Dainichi (lit. “Great Sun”) the supreme ancient Original Buddha, the primordial black sun of the infinite darkness, ‘the Absolute or Truth Body’ of the Dharmakaya of all Buddhas. Here we merge the Greater and Lesser Dharma with the way of the Gods, the ancestral expedient use of the skillful means of “merging Gods and Buddhas.”

Steiner understood this as Wotan and Buddha, and the scholars understand the deep Greco-Buddhist connections that have created and influenced central aspects of Dharmic sacred Art. The Buddha as Apollo, the heroes as Bodhisattva warriors and Dharma guardians are the source of the most sublime expressions of truth and beauty. We presence the ancestral shen-tao (the way of the Gods), within our karma and wyrd, our folk soul. Our mountain Gods and heroes, such as great grand All-Father Wotan, High, Wodanaz, Votan, Mahabrahma King of Heavens, the Sun behind the Sun, Dyēus Patēr, Skyfather Tsagan Evgen, The White Old Man, the Lord of Nature, God of longevity, herbs and medicine, magic, writing and war, whose consort is Mother Earth. Our mission and this lineage, like the truly powerful of the past, emerge from a crisis, one of identity to the very survival of the people and the Dharma and Way. We have spent the decades to the pure shamanic and Indo-European, the Scythian heritage Dharma in the remote temples of the steppes in the autonomous regions beyond China and Russia, where the gates of East and West converge, the threshold of the vajra and the hammer, the chambers of the North Wind in the Northern peaks.

In many ways this is the most dire, profound and existential threat to humanity that the world has ever faced. We must rise to this situation, and become so purified and imbued with the true, organic light of the primordial energy that to transgress us our calm abiding is to transgress the essence of life itself. We must become so pure of heart, sanctified in our authentic Being that to oppose us is to oppose the Gods and Buddhas themselves.

We seek to silently, anonymously, articulate, teach and facilitate a new Mastery, a modern Adept skilled in medicine and martial arts, in survivalism and philosophy, in the esoteric rites and artisan crafts, in the celestial alchemical agriculture and the regenerative permaculture farming. Nothing less than a true spiritual elite, of militant honor, refinement, and infused with real power and skills to truly presence compassion, healing and mercy tempered, protected and balanced with the insulating ability to defend it at all costs. Become extreme is skill, strength and health, radical in practice, commitment and training. Strive and push the limits of body and Mind to the goals of the Way, of the inner and outer elixirs and Supreme Awakening.

We are the center of the world, we are the axis mundi, the locus of divinities and Buddhas. The occult wars have sought to debase and demoralize, to exile one from attaining to realization in this very body, in this very lifetime to so dim a concept that to even have awareness of the Way is nearly a miracle in this Wolf’s Age. The solvents of psychic and spiritual warfare cannot erode the deep yearning and striving within, the profound gnosis of something Other they ridicule, mock, deny and scorn. To remove obstacles, veils, delusions and distractions reveals the adamantine nature of the Self as astral light cloaked or entombed in matter.

Our Guild is the exoteric and sustaining method of our self-reliance. It is through autonomy that we maintain our integrity. From this foundation we build the Hyperborean Research Society, the philosophical and alchemical research study group. We have moved to the next phase, of creating a Dharma lineage and Sangha, which is in dire need in this time of the global psychological operation towards a new normal of dystopian tyranny.

The red-haired, blue-eyed Barbarian monk Bodhidharma

We exhort all those to practice the transmissions and teachings each day as if it was their last, with the focus that this year is a profound push and surge to awaken. We plan successive rites and fasts that culminate on Dec 8th and Dec 21st of this year in different cycles that correspond to our full-spectrum cultivation. We have posted information on our associate guild site, but will hopefully have an independent website for the Mountain Forest Dharma Sangha, for the peaks and woodlands are the true mandala of this realm, and a series of publications available rapidly.

We pour out our guild and master teachings for the esoteric ascetic mountain training, the sacred fire rites, purging the corpse-demons, the true mantra and mandala, the inner and outer alchemical elixirs, the parad mercury and Siddha precious pills, dark room training, and methods of the subtle body.

We have several Research Society Monographs coming soon on Greco-Buddhist and Orphic-Buddhist Studies, Hyperborean entheogens and the Gardens of Apollo, Pythagorean Dharmic Studies, and Hyperborean esoteric astrotheology. We thank you for your support, and please consider obtaining our elixirs for your radiant health and meditation. We work for the immanent Buddhahood and realization of the Pure Land.

Greco-Buddhist monasticism

Hercules/Vajrapani, Greco-Buddhist art

The Sangha and Research groups prosper by the investment and energy that are given. We seek quality, serious individuals to contact to participate and assist in our mission. We thank all those who support us especially during this time and allow us to allocate special resources, time and commitments to such projects.

As we settle into the final 40 days of a severe fast, we launch a trilogy of manuscripts on the entheogenic mystery cults of the Indo-European and related alchemical Traditions. We discuss the occult wars and visionary plants, the botanical mysteries of the ancestors, initiatory skillful means of the Philosopher Shamans and more.