Humans of our age are infected with a passive cynical worldview that signals a great decline in the fire of the spirit. They are caught up in the endless loops of negativity and fear that spiral outward from the minarets of the Empire’s media centers, the constant message of EVERYTHING IS WORSE THAN EVER. The sports stars and sacred whores, talking heads and singing prostitutes, offer the alternative- a morphine drip of music and dance, that the citizen of Empire might chase the dragon of distraction and fall into fitful slumber. Caressed by the leprous hand of comfort, their aim for us is to work, consume and die- a mass of overweight American flesh and tax money that the ageless corporate cabals feed on like vampires until our unnoticed death.
For the citizen, the Thrall, no morning mantras of power are sung, as the eyes are caught in a wash of electronic light from smartphone videos showing murder, rape, torture, riot, earthquake and a thousand perversions.
No calm strength is cultivated through meditation in a silent grove, as earbuds deliver the thump and spew of top 20 tunes straight to the brain, filling the mind with simple words and base desires.
The ritual of meeting the sun has no place in the rat race rush to wage slavery, chase that dollar, always on the hustle, grind hard, hashtag workhardstayhumble.
This belief in nothing has become a fashion statement, a sort of hipster nihilism, signaling with the one hand their practiced cool emptiness, while the other preaches empathy for the brotherhood of man, just as false and rehearsed. A “Fuck Everything” T-Shirt and a
“I Stand With the Victims of Whatever Great Crisis Has Shown Up As Trending On Facebook This Week” tattoo, cognitive dissonance for the sake of popularity in a venomous peer group, always seeking to out-virtue the others, to care harder with their next Instagram post. Remaining on the cutting edge of what is “not okay” in order to form an ever tightening elite of the Most High, while preaching inclusiveness and equality of all.
We must stand against this, wolves of the Kali Yuga!
Bite the hand that seeks to lull us to sleep, rage against passivity and false virtue-
but do so with your actions! It is not enough to be a malcontent who can spell. We must recreate the warrior caste, knowing that the external war is fought second. Our primary directive is a battle against ourselves, our base desires and the weakness of our “Thrall mind.”
We must be rooted in ritual and gaze on the world around us through the eyes of one who sees the world as a living mythology, in which the parts we play are retellings of the stories of the gods.
While realizing the possibility of “the great truth is there isn’t one,” we understand that this kind of nihilism is an active one, that centers us with the resolve to inject this cosmos with our own meaning and purpose, aligning ourselves with a narrative of power and fire that speaks to us at our deepest level.
Instead of an over-indulgence in drugs, alcohol, entertainment and other distractions, we must sharpen our minds to razor edge, and build our physical forms into temples- living representatives of a vital and savage paganism that recognizes iron and blood as holy sacrament!
We must seek mastery of ourselves and our skill-sets, pouring thousands of hours into self-betterment and transformation, knowing that enlightenment comes only from grueling, brutal labor.
Recognizing that the highest good in the world is the increase of our own power, we look to ally ourselves with only those who are dedicated to this same ideal, constantly seeking betterment and leverage in this world, and through the pooling of resources, we begin to make ourselves even more powerful.
When enough men and women undergo the life reform to follow this narrative, the world will resonate with that collected will, and begin to transform in turn, in our image. We understand this, and attack the work with a relentless and tireless passion, and we call this living and growing mythology Operation Werewolf!
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-P.W.