Each must find his own life’s work. The attainment of this knowledge is like a lightning bolt from heaven. From there, one must be a vessel for the work- like a prophet, speaking with the voice of God, for the fire that we speak of is the God of this Werewolf Legion. Pure flame, burning away all of our other distractions, all those things that don’t matter and never will.Read More
Written by Paul Waggener
“In Norway and Iceland certain men were said to be eigi einhamir, not of one skin, an idea which had its roots in paganism. The full form of this strange superstition was, that men could take upon them other bodies, and the natures of those beings whose bodies they assumed. The second adopted shape was called by the same name as the original shape, hamr, and the expression made use of to designate the transition from one body to another, was at skipta hömum, or at hamaz; whilst the expedition made in the second form, was the hamför. By this transfiguration extraordinary powers were acquired; the natural strength of the individual was doubled, or quadrupled; he acquired the strengthof the beast in whose body he travelled, in addition to his own, and a man thus invigorated was called hamrammr...
Having assumed some bestial shape, the man who is eigi einhammr is only to be recognized by his eyes, which by no power can be changed. He then pursues his course, follows the instincts of the beast whose body he has taken, yet without quenching his own intelligence. He is able to do what the body of the animal can do, and do what he, as man, can do as well.” -Sabine Baring-Gould
The idea of transforming from man into beast is one that has held a deep place in the psyche of humanity worldwide since the dawn of time. Some of the oldest cave paintings in existence show animal-human hybrids, and the myths and stories of diverse peoples have told of men who could change their form, “leaping” from one to the next.
In the sagas and lore of the Germanic peoples, this was often accomplished with the aid of some kind of garment or skin, worn by men who were considered “shape changers,” sometimes synonymous with the overused term “berserker.”
It seems that nowadays everyone is a “viking,” and the use of symbols and terminologies has become nothing more than a cheap way to move product. I see endless graphics of sword wielding warriors and mead horns, branded with slogans like “DIE IN BATTLE AND GO TO VALHALLA,” often posted by individuals who look more ready to die of aggressive diabetes and go into a very large casket.
Because of this, I often wonder how deeply these myths and concepts are considered by the rank and file who are “culturally enriched,” it would seem, by a combination of bad heavy metal and a certain television show featuring male models swinging swords at one another.
At times, I have nearly succumbed to the desire to abandon any personal use of the myths and symbols of Northern Europe, due to their constant connection with groups that seem to oscillate only between the twinkie-feasting, “Odin came to me in a dream,” body acceptance, “all are one” crowd, and the “viking warlord,” Phil Anselmo lookalike types, throwing up their Sieg Heils to Odin.
At these times, it is important to remember: these symbols, myths and ideas do not belong to either crowd. They belong to those who are truly on the road of heroes, in any epoch or age. Glory hounds, warmongers, ecstatic creators of art and new legend. Those who identify with the Father of Runes not as a kindly, benevolent father in the sky nor as some hypostatic union of Hitler and Amon Amarth, but as a path to awe, a contract of fire and blood, a never-ending river of madness and inspiration that flows from someplace unseen, but felt.
To these few, the concept of hamramr can make itself clear as a shift, not in physical form, but in operating mode. It must be understood that the mythology is not to be taken literally, but to hint at greater truths that can be utilized by those with the eyes to see.
The ability to be whoever or whatever you need to be in any given situation is a powerful one. To shed one “skin” in favor of another when need arises, meeting the world with whatever mode best serves you at present, knowing your true self always, but flowing like water in action and methodology.
In the Poetic Edda, one of the many names by which Odin is known is Svipall, which has the meaning of “Ever-changing One,” or “Shape shifter.” In many of the surviving stories of him, we see him alter himself in character and seeming in order to have an advantage over others who are only able to simply “be themselves.”
How can we take this ancient myth of transformation and apply it to our lives ina vital way, and make the words “Eigi Einhamr” a powerful formula of strategy in this modern world?
Firstly, we empower ourselves in a massive way by understanding the simple and brutal truth that our honor binds us only within our peer group. That those without are not to be dealt with by the same rules as those on the “inner circle,” and can be met on the playing field with many different strategies that twist and undermine what our competitors believe the “rules” to be.
It is the height of naïveté to believe that others will operate under the same conception of honor and fair dealing that you do on a day to day level with those you have respect for. Whether we are talking about the ridiculous idea of a “fair fight” (which should only be engaged in during sport competition), social maneuvering, business dealings, or any other sort of “war” we wage, it must be known that rules are for breaking. The unexpected strike stabs deepest into the opponent’s vitals. War is for winning, and at the end of the day, it is victory that matters- all that surrounds it should be left to songs and stories, idealized or villainized by men who likely took no part in the winning or losing.
Secondly, we empower ourselves by casting aside the notion that we must remain unchanging: a pillar of stone, like a man with his feet encased in concrete block. Standing there against the ages, pitted and cragged by the winds of time, unwilling or unable to effectively flow and move with the situation.
We must be much more than this. Wanderers among the streams of consciousness, intrepid explorers on the frontier of the spiritual wilderness- one eye on our Wyrd at all times, seeing the weave made plain, each thread standing out to us as a potential cause or effect.
If we choose to meet each situation that may arise in our lives in exactly the same fashion, we will soon find ourselves outdone, outwitted and outmoded by better and smarter men. A simple example of how this “shift” can be seen in its everyday form: does one act and interact in the same fashion with competitive and brutal men as he does at home with his wife? At his son’s birthday party?
More than likely, you are already implementing this strategy on a basic level each and every day, as you slightly adjust your temperament, humor, emotional walls and so on as you flow between social groups both within and without your peer circle.
What we are talking about here is something like this, but on a more drastic and intentional scale. Being aware of these changes as they occur is the first step to understanding how they can be utilized to greater success in every area of life. Developing these different areas of self so that each one is as strong, as real, and as natural to you as the other, while retaining the sense of self identity that lies beneath is the path towards mastery.
By delving deeper into these concepts, we build a framework within which we can move and shift from one archetype to the next, with fluidity and artfulness. Who do we need to be, and why? Can we call up the beast when he is needed, and put him to rest when we are required to act as the tactful diplomat? Are we capable of moving from the violent savage to the loving husband, father, or son?
The road of the hero is one of mastery- of ourselves, of our surroundings, and of our methods and movements to achieve this. No stone should be left unturned in our search for greatness.
This article was written for Operation Werewolf by Joshua Buckley
“Jiu-jitsu is a game of death.”—Eddie Bravo
The Kali Yuga is the age of dissolution. Whether or not you accept this as a higher truth, or simply as a mythic framework for understanding our existential situation, it would be difficult not to acknowledge that our current epoch is one in which the center no longer holds. The effects can be seen in the breakdown of every social, cultural, and political institution, and in the seeming impossibility of reversing the decay. On a deeper level, one senses that something far deeper has shifted; that we have become unmoored from the higher principles that provided sustenance to our ancestors. And indeed, the Kali Yuga can be seen as a time of godlessness. Perhaps, per Nietzsche, we have murdered God, or perhaps the gods have simply turned their backs and fled. Either way, the traditional routes to transcendence that worked for our ancestors may no longer work for us. We cannot turn away from this world when the gods have already turned away from us. Instead, we must dive down deep into the depths, to harness the spiritual energies hidden within the body. The martial arts provide an ideal vehicle to achieve this—to forge our Higher Selves with the tools appropriate for the Age of Iron.
There is a long tradition of imparting various spiritual qualities to the martial arts, especially when they are viewed within an initiatory context. This is exemplified by Eugen Herrigel’s Zen in the Art of Archery but can be found as far back as Krishna’s exhortations to Arjuna on the battlefield in the Bhagavad Gita. This literature, and the philosophy that it represents, is especially relevant to those attempting to make sense of the Kali Yuga and the limitations and possibilities that it contains. I have been training as a jiu-jitsu practitioner for roughly fourteen years, and so I will limit my discussion to this particular martial art. Although I think jiu-jitsu is an excellent base for individual self-defense, it is not a complete fighting system, and it is not my purpose to argue whether or not it is superior to other styles. Neither is it my intention to tout my own abilities. My objective here is only to share a few of the insights I’ve gained from my training. If there is a specific advantage (in this context) to studying jiu-jitsu, it is that jiu-jitsu allows for consistent, high-intensity sparring against resisting opponents. Whatever lessons can be gleaned from this experience can be put to the test, again and again. The philosophical (and, I would argue, initiatory) aspects of jiu-jitsu are achieved through a synthesis of physical will and energy and what might be described as impersonal forces residing within the individual. This is the essence, or at least the rudimentary beginnings, of an approach to spiritual transformation that is still relevant in the Kali Yuga.
The first thing you will learn from training jiu-jitsu is that you are more, or less, than you think you are. One of the things jiu-jitsu players never get tired of saying is that there’s no place for “ego” in jiu-jitsu. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing someone who imagines that he’s a “bad ass” getting destroyed the first time he steps on the mat. Some people can’t handle the experience, and will give up almost immediately. Sparring will divest you of whatever illusions you have built up around yourself. (You will also quickly figure out that you can’t really judge other men simply by looking at them.) From this point on, you can begin to develop a renewed self-image that is more in line with reality. Just as you might discover that you aren’t capable of everything that you imagined you were, you will also begin to find that you are capable of things which might not have seemed possible at first. This is an essential aspect of initiation, whether you are seeking some esoteric Mystery or trying to make it through Marine Corps boot camp: you have to tear yourself down, before you can build yourself back up. However, this is a process that has no definite conclusion. No matter how hard you train, and no matter what your innate physical attributes are, there will always be someone better than you. This may be because they are more committed to training, or it might be that they are just more naturally gifted. You might also find yourself limited by factors beyond your control, such as age (at 42, I already find myself faltering against younger guys). For the purposes of self-overcoming and the forging of the Higher Self, none of this matters.
Technique prevails, when art and action are one. Jiu-jitsu (and especially “sport” jiu-jitsu) incorporates a bewildering array of techniques. This has given rise to its reputation as a particularly cerebral martial art, often described as a “game of human chess.” You will learn many, many techniques, and you may even learn them well enough that you can demonstrate them to other practitioners. However, you will find that the repertoire of techniques you can actually use in live sparring is far more limited. Some of this will be due to your own personal strengths and limitations; not every technique is suited to every practitioner. Even the techniques that you are able to make your own will require a huge amount of practice. There are positions and attacks I have drilled for years before I was able to successfully use them in a match. But here is the interesting part. Even if you have tried and failed to implement a technique in the past, the first time you hit it in live sparring, it will be yours, and you will very likely be able to rely on it from that point forward. You will internalize it to the extent that there is no gap between thinking about the technique and actually performing it. There is something truly magical about this. For those who experience its deeper meaning, it suggests the integration of intellect and action that is the hallmark of the fully actualized human being.
Closely related to this last point, but perhaps more difficult to understand, is the idea that you will achieve better results when you stop obsessing over outcomes. Just as your techniques must represent the simultaneous integration of action and will, your best fights will be those where you are able to operate almost unconsciously (readers of Herrigal will recall the Taoist concept of wu wei, or “acting without acting”). This doesn’t mean that you don’t fight to win. But as anyone who has ever tried to shoot a target can attest, the more you concentrate on the bull’s-eye, the harder it is to hit. Other athletes might describe this feeling as “flow” or being “in the zone.” In combat sports, this state is especially hard to achieve, because direct physical conflict is so stressful and emotionally loaded. In fact, it may take years before you can really spar this way, and it won’t happen every time. However, when it does, you may feel as if something beyond yourself is acting through you. This could be seen as a higher level of initiation. When Old Norse accounts describe the “berserker rage,” I believe that they are hinting at something similar. The wolf-warrior fights in a state of trance-like possession, and it is explicitly understood that what possesses him is nothing less than a god. In fact, the very name for this state of possession, wode (óðr), provides us with the name of the Allfather himself: Woden (Óðinn).
These are only a few preliminary remarks: real understanding will come only through putting in the work, and not from reading about it. Of course, similar insights can be gained from practicing other martial arts, or even from other sports requiring a high degree of discipline and sacrifice. The important thing is that we embrace the possibilities still open to us in an essentially fallen world: this is what Julius Evola would call “riding the tiger.” Very often this will involve a renewed emphasis on a conscious physicality. What the Kali Yuga dictates is that transcendence can no longer be consigned to the ethereal realms of pure intellect. The weapons of spiritual transformation must now resemble the weapons of war.
During this time of year, from the ancient pagan holiday of Samhain, now commonly called Halloween, to the celebration of the Wild Hunt and the beginnings of the Yule season in the north, Fall and Winter is a time associated with death.
Obviously, due to the changing of the seasons, such a connection is natural, and its origins can easily be guessed at, as the reaping season begins and harvest time is celebrated along with the shortening of days and the lengthening of the long and cold nights- it is a time of drawing inward, to our own communities and family units- a time for bonfires and feasting on the fruits we have sown earlier in the year, as our plans come into wholeness and produce sustenance.
The bonfire was said to light the pathway for the dead of our families to find their way back to us, to be present there in the shadows at the edges of the firelight, to once again take part in the festivities of their clan and kin.
Like every other holiday, our modern world has sunk its corporate claws deep into any soil it sees profit in, and cheapens it with mass marketing and empty plastic products, turning what was once a meaningful reminder of death and the dead into another vapid celebration of consumerism and mindless intoxication. Pop icons and slutty versions of childhood story characters generally rule the day, with bar and office parties and safe, pre-dusk walks through well policed neighborhoods for the kids to chase a diabetic sugar high have replaced the woodland fire festival and the solemn household remembrance ritual.
Our ancestors deserve better. We owe them our lives, our genetic makeup, and our unique blend of DNA. Bring back the forest revel, the masking rites of old, the mindful intoxication- drunk on the blood of beast and grape, faces covered in order to make ourselves a willing vessel for those spirits of the dead who would wander back to our fires, and breathe the cold fall air with our lungs- who would speak needful words with our tongues and be warmed with whiskey and music.
Use the day, and the season as one in which to truly give honor to them with your actions. Create household traditions with friends and family, or discover your people’s ancient practices, and make them green and living once more. Feel the power descended through them and into you, and dedicate a corner of the house to them, making offerings weekly or daily to keep them in mind, as you would like to be remembered and honored after your death. They are your strength, and you, the head of a spear, the very front droplet at the head of a rushing river of blood!
Only the obtuse or those without any sense of personal pride would confuse this with a call for some kind of ethnic supremacy or hatred. Just as a mother prefers and loves her own children more than other children, but could not be said to “hate” all other children that are not her own- so, too, our natural preference and pride in our own specific and unique ancestral line should be celebrated and given honor.
Use the day to lift heavy, to train savagely, to eat ferociously, to fuck and frenzy…because this day we also remember that they are dead- but we are not!
Hail the victorious dead.
Written for Operation Werewolf by Craig Williams
What if I told you there was no hope, no solution? Would you continue to move forward? Would you continue to give life your all? The modern world and the machinations of commercialism have trained the mind to expect something, to feel “entitled”, to repeat over and over “what’s in it for ME?” Regardless of what the advertising gods or Men’s Health magazines sell you, you are guaranteed NOTHING. The media-mind tells the exact opposite: everyone deserves everything. Life is marketed and sold as an accountant’s notebook taking inventory of what life is rewarding for all of your hard work; if something or someone is not returning a profit, it’s worthless and must be eliminated and replaced by a more profitable source. This addiction to results and optimism based upon reward is rampant in the modern era and infects all aspects of life: friendship, spirituality, and physical training to name just a few areas wherein this commodification of life is reflected.
We can see this infection incubating in the environment of friendship. Individuals seek a profit from others, “what can they offer me?” or “if I do this, then they must do this”. We are trained to see friendship on a profit scale. Friendship is treated as a commodity and individuals are discarded if they do not return a profit or “entertain.” Is it any wonder why so few individuals today have true brotherhood? For the mature individual truly seeking to grow, the realm of friendship should be a sanctuary from the infections of the modern world. Ideally what we truly “gain” from the environment of brotherhood is presence, the resonance of another individual walking the path of life. This is not a profit or a gain, rather a rare experience of the Numinous manifesting in the flesh! If you seek true brotherhood and friendship, stop expecting to receive some type of payment from the people in your life. Rather seek to find individuals whose life expression or Elan Vital radiates into your own life expression and the harmonic resonance of this rare experience infuses the flesh and blood with a rare glimpse of the Cosmic Eternity. This reflection of presence can occur due to the environment of two individuals walking the path of life with passion, courage and fearlessness. These qualities become beacons of light in a dark world signaling to others on this unending path to connect and share experiences, the exact opposite of the modern commercial friendship based on gain and profit. Contemplate on this idea and watch your relationships shift and transform, some dying and some growing deeper, some revealing a new unseen depth.
The infection of profit also insidiously seeps into the realm of spirituality reflected in the expectation of results. The realm of the Gods becomes transformed into an ersatz marketplace which must “provide for us.” We can clearly see this disgusting expression with individuals obsessed with “prosperity rituals” and magic spells for money treating the Cosmic Mystery as a bank ignoring the fact that their lack is a result of their own ignorance and sloth. This is also reflected in the modern occult marketplace where “magical grimoires” are bought and sold to the highest bidder in an embarrassing game of spiritual materialism coated with the veneer of elite esoteric impotence. Our relationship to the Numinous is much like our relationship to our true brothers: we seek a shared experience or presence not a profit. The meaning of ritual is the literal creation of a sacred space and a sacred time outside of modernity; a shared experience of something beyond the modern world and modern conception of profit / loss economics. We must protect the environment of our spiritual praxis just as we protect the environment of our true friendships! Seek the Cosmic presence in spiritual experience and allow this to transform perspective and reveal the path of mystery, do not allow the spiritual realm to feed the modern ego in its quest for never-ending profit and gain. The only “thing” we can hope to gain from our spiritual practice is a deeper perspective outside of the influence of modern myopic illusion which can guide us in the often mysterious path of our lives.
We can even see this modern economic virus infect the world of physical expression / training. Individuals seeking reward shop around for martial arts schools which “guarantee results” or “provide their money’s worth.” Very few individuals truly seek to deeply learn martial arts and allow the nuances and subtleties of traditional martial arts training to transform their minds / body. Some seek competition trophies while others seek belts as bragging rights; neither of these provide any help or assistance in a street fight. It’s not uncommon for students to become frustrated if the teacher or coach asks them to commit to a long-term plan or short-term study of basic ideas. When this occurs instead of an instant “pay off”, the student will often seek another teacher or another school which is more “profitable” or more likely to buffer their weak ego. This is much like seeking out friends who rather than challenge us to grow and transform, reinforce our status quo and become “yes men” to any idea or behavior. While we can be encouraged by seeing results from our hard work in the gym or dojo, we must also realize the subtle changes which happen over years of training without glorious results, without trophies, without rewards.
What if I told you there was no solution? How many times can I tell you to read the important books? To find a mentor? To Challenge yourself? Few listen. The modern world has created the idea that there is always a solution for our problems, always an option, always a brighter age. I don’t believe there ever was a golden age nor ever will be a golden age. Yet what does this change? For the average man this idea is depressing or pessimistic. Yet for the Rare Ones, nothing changes. The howling of the Soul echoes eternally within the flesh and blood of the few regardless of the profit of the age. The merciless path continues regardless of the outcome of the battle or the zeitgeist of the age. The Rare Ones play the dice game of Shiva regardless of a win or loss; there is no other choice but to continue the journey, glorious or not. The words of Oswald Spengler call out to us from the eternal past and remind us to continue our journey, seek our brothers and train our minds and bodies regardless of the “payback”:
“Only dreamers believe in ways out. Optimism is cowardice. We are born in this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue. To hold on like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who died because they forgot to relieve him when Vesuvius erupted. That is greatness; that is to have race. This honorable end is the one thing that cannot be taken from Man.”
What if I told you there was no hope, no solution? Would you continue to wage the battle? The Rare Ones are calling…………
Most depression stems from the perception of what I call a “grey horizon.” This is the feeling that a purpose or deeper meaning is lacking- it creates an enervating force in our lives that drains our vitality and replaces it with a hollow “who cares?”
This is a widespread and increasingly common issue among people young and old, all over the world, as they struggle to find their place and meaning in a world seemingly devoid of authentic experience and honest expression. After I put out THIS VIDEO on the topic of combating depression, I was inundated with messages thanking me and asking for more information and advice on the subject- what follows is my own personal method and belief on how the black dog is to be fought and defeated.
We must begin with the understanding that this struggle is an ongoing one. Most of us do not simply fight one battle and conquer depression, stress, anxiety. It is a continuous warfare, but one in which, once we understand our enemy and the weapons with which it can be fought, we will consistently achieve victory.
The greatest weapon against depression is a meaningful life. This sounds vague and amorphous, but I promise you, it is the goal that must be sought out constantly in order to stave off feelings of worthlessness, pointlessness and futility. Discovering our purpose through acts of self-creation is the key to a fulfilling existence. Yours and mine will not be the same, but our methods of discovery can be. I cannot tell you what yours will be, but I can tell you how I discovered mine.
It starts with exploration. The search in and of itself for meaning and purpose and an honestly expressed existence is a glorious undertaking, and should never be seen as anything other than a legendary journey for self actualization. Discovering our purpose, for an indeterminate amount of time, is our purpose. By looking for who we are, and searching the depths of our being, and transforming ourselves in the primal forge of ordeal, we will discover not only who we are, but who we wish to be.
During this time it is crucial that we evaluate ourselves fairly and honestly, clinically, but with mercy, not brutality. We must see ourselves as we are, in order to ascertain where we need to go. As we make our evaluation, we will be forgiving, not self-destructive, but we will be firm and truthful about our shortcomings.
As we work to eliminate those aspects of ourselves that we do not wish to hold any longer, we also bolster our strengths. Improving ourselves in the realms of calmness, generosity, physical strength, loyalty, creativity and so on. As we do this, we realize that what we are taking part in is a preparatory ritual- perhaps our purpose has not made itself clear to us because we are not ready to face it, and we are being given time to make ourselves worthy of it. Our work then takes on a holiness, a ritual aspect of cleansing and empowering our beings for the coming Work, that which we call the Great Work, which is knowing and carrying out our higher function.
This very understanding led me to my current place in the world, and as I focused on letting go of that which I had bound myself to, strengthening myself physically, developing my creative abilities, practicing my writing, studying martial arts, traveling more often, and so on, I began to understand the alchemy of consonance. How all this could be woven together with one thread, and how I could make myself of service to a higher concept.
Often, our purpose will find us when we lose ourselves in the seeking.
For now, here are a few of the tactics I employed in my war against meaningless existence:
-Wake up earlier and adhere to a schedule.
Sleeping all day is both a cause and effect of depression. Choose an early hour in which to arise and conquer, and do so. In the dark hours of the morning, much is made clear to us in the silence of our early routine.
-Move! Whether you choose weightlifting, martial arts, swimming, running, or some combination of the above, you must exercise! This is perhaps one of the most important factors in conquering depression. If you feel the stirrings of that great enemy rising within you like a serpent, exorcise your demons through exercise. Immediately run, do pushups, burpees, find a body of water and swim, especially if you can go to the ocean and experience its vast example of being, becoming, returning.
You will never defeat depression until you can develop the discipline of a rigorous physical training routine.
Choose any routine off the internet and start today.
-Eliminate chatter. Turn off the internet for awhile. Filling the mind with idle chatter and useless data makes us distracted and ultimately hollows us out, taking away our vital energy and focus. Ditto for television and so on. Read an interesting book, pick up a new skill, draw, write or run.
-Work to create meaningful interaction with other human beings. As someone who walks a fine and strange line between philanthropy and misanthropy, I find it increasingly important to discover meaningful connection with other living humans. The internet is a pretty incredible way to make connections, but these often times are artificed and very shallow. Meet people by following the above protocols. Speak to someone at your school, dojo, gym, library, whatever. Combat your shyness or social awkwardness by realizing that people are often more than happy to converse with strangers, and probably feel isolated often, just like you might. Just say hello and introduce yourself and let go of overthinking it.
-Stop self medicating. Often, when I was feeling depressed, I would drink excessively. This would simply lead to a vicious cycle of feeling worse, drinking more, self loathing, drinking more, feeling worse. One of the biggest mistakes we can make when combating depression is using recreational drugs to mask the feeling. This kind of escapism is like “painting over dirt,” and ultimately will make our infection fester in the darkness while it slowly ends our lives. Addiction is another hydra head of depression, and we will possibly address it in a future transmission. For now, do whatever possible to eliminate the use of these crutches.
At day’s end, many of us are at constant war with these feelings, but like any other opponent, this one can, and will be defeated if you remain steadfast.
I’m pulling for you.
“The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal.” -AC
You are squaring off against a larger opponent in a fight you cannot escape. You feel the fear twist your guts as he bears down on you, his huge form a mass of unrestrained violence, hellbent on destroying you.
The first blow shatters your nose like a jackhammer striking cheap concrete, and your vision explodes in a thousand lights- pain is all you know.
No time to think, the next one cracks a floating rib, agony blossoms through your side, all breath taken away and you experience that drowning panic as you fight to take a breath while more punishment rains down- face, body, head, gut.
You go down, blood streaming from broken teeth, unconsciousness threatening to wash over you like a black wave, and he is still advancing, moving into position to beat you mercilessly until you surrender to fear, pain and death.
Life can often feel just like this.
Beating us savagely, then smelling blood and kicking us while we are down, overwhelming us with sheer weight of misfortune, circumstance, pressure, stress, hardship and suffering.
This is where we are made, in this primal forge of ordeal.
We cannot give up! We cannot surrender to our tormentors, or view escape as a liberation. We must endure.
We must rise up, and fight back!
We must strike hard and fast at the heart of what stands against us, and master our fear, or it will always be our lord...deep, rotting dread will dictate our actions forevermore.
Your enemy can suffer, too, and can bleed, and be killed.
That which opposes you is perishable, and can be destroyed.
That which causes you suffering can be endured.
That which creates stress can be used as a tool to become stronger.
That flame living within us is eternal, and cannot be extinguished if we take the pain, the hate, the sorrow, and transform it into a feral howl of rising and retribution that will be our war-song.
NEVER GIVE UP.
Article written by Craig Williams
“As anyone can probably tell you who has engaged in a brawl while sober, there is a distinct feeling that happens before the first punches are thrown. It is somewhere between fear, anticipation, excitement, joy and panic; a potent mixture of all of these, as the adrenaline kicks in and the body prepares itself to flee or fight, tuck tail or knuckle up. What a man does while that feeling has a hold on him will tell you a lot about him as a person.”
One of the most common traits of modern times is the obsession with virtual “reality.” It’s not uncommon to see individuals grouped together ignoring one another gazing into their phones or laptops in a somnambulistic state blindly ignoring their surroundings, or one can even see individuals walking or driving while gazing into their phones in literal technological possession. What is it about the modern mind-set which seems obsessed with worshipping the techno-god and ignoring vital human interaction? Human are literally willing to risk losing their lives as well as take the lives of others in order to gaze into a screen of virtual “reality.” Is it any wonder that the harsh often brutal truths of life are feared, hidden or ignored?
“Yes this is really happening…….”
I remember being about 16 and the group of older guys walking toward me and my friends laughing looking for a fight. My stomach was in knots and my mouth dry as I knew my friends were more scared than I was, and more importantly unable to assist in any way with any realistic level of self-defense. The small one approached me first, “Is this the one who knows karate?”, he smirked. At this point he stuck his finger in my face and told me he was going to......before he finished the sentence, I still remember the feel of my hand hitting his jaw, the feel of a bone cracking, flesh giving way rather easily, and the sight of his body slumping to the ground. Once I saw this and the fear in the eyes of his older friends, I could breathe again and I was no longer frightened……..
We often hear today of safe-spaces and trigger warnings, both modern attempts to deconstruct and dismantle the fear of uncertainty, failed attempts to make life predictable and sterilized. Scenes of death and war are banned and scrubbed from the media transmissions, images of bodies falling from towers conveniently forgotten, too disturbing to fit the planned manipulative narrative. The modern mind seeks solace in these empty spaces to avoid challenges which force growth and maturity; the modern man sees no need to learn how to fight as violence is low class and for the uneducated, exercise easily accomplished via a video game safe inside one’s house.
“Yes this is really happening…..”
I remember riding in the car on the barren plains of Tibet. The Sherpas driving were hung over from long night of drinking, the extremely high altitude made concentration tiresome and exhausting, the eyes gazed off into miles of nothingness on all sides. The roads were unpaved and unsafe, the Chinese government allowing an influx of people along these routes to visit the sacred Mount Kailas, terrestrial home of Shiva, the God of death and destruction. I was sitting in the front passenger seat watching the speedometer hit 75 MPH wondering if the driver was aware of this and wondering how long this part of the journey would last. I asked my teacher who was sitting in the backseat to pass me my messenger bag as I wanted to read a prayer book. “I will grab the book for you, which one is it?” he said. I didn’t want him to have to dig around looking for the book so I asked him to just pass the bag to me and I will dig it out. He passed the large messenger bag up front and I placed the bag in my lap and looked at the driver laughing at me, then I gazed off to the road ahead and noticed that a car was headed straight towards us. The next memory is grabbing the messenger bag and pulling it in front of my face as I crashed through the windshield, the sound of metal tearing and crashing, glass breaking and the odd simple sensation of bouncing right back into my seat unscathed. I look over and saw the driver’s face ripped open and mangled, head dangling bleeding. I had not a scratch on my entire body…….
Every day we are given a choice of potential opportunity, a chance to experience reality with our own eyes, engage with others we love or respect with words and handshakes, feel the pain of physical training and the satisfaction of molding the flesh and mind into a stronger reflection of our Souls. This can occur when we immerse ourselves in reality not when we escape into a world of “virtual” reality. How many of the stories we see on our televisions or cell phones truly affect the outcome of our daily lives? How many of these vampiric transmissions nourish and sustain us? The sobering answer is few to none.
“Yes this is really happening…..”
I remember coming home from a long journey in India and Tibet. My group was stuck on the border of Tibet and Nepal due to issues with Chinese security and terrorist concerns and we were forced to find questionable lodging for the night and cross the border into Nepal the following morning. The night was rainy and ominous, with young Chinese military omnipresent, 15 year old youths holding machine guns wearing uniforms which would fit when they were 25. We secured lodging and settled for the night. I remember waking up the next morning and looking for the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, the smell burned my nose, the floor was covered in shit and piss and the water was turned off. Turning around to return to my room I encountered a man standing in the doorway, holding a knife and asking me for my passport. I then remember my hand contacting the soft flesh of his nose and the pain of a chipped tooth slicing my knuckle wide open, and watching the man fall onto the piss covered floor holding his face………
The often brutal experiences of life are unpredictable. As unpredictable as the beautiful inspiring moments. The modern mind seeks to manipulate this as if time was a computer program, giving the viewer of “reality” the power to create an environment of false security and safety. This “reality” holds no Soul power, offers us nothing and weakens the viewer pushing him further and further away from the path of true glory, true individual manifestation. Yes, life is happening all around you. Every moment, every day you gaze into the world of the techno-god you lose this rare chance for growth and transformation. Yes it will be painful. Yes it will hurt. Be thankful for this. Revel in this. Turn away from the illusions of “virtual reality” and embrace the life that lies before you in all of its pain, suffering and joy. Yes, this is really happening…..are you ready?
Operation Werewolf was conceived many years ago, named in one of my journals long lost to time, and used over the last several years as the label for my collected writings on strength, overcoming, tribalism, and so on. It has grown and evolved into something more than it was when I started it, but its aims have always been the same.
I have heard detractors talk about the Operation as nothing more than a “business,” as though it sprang up overnight as some kind of easy money hustle. Others, who have probably never read anything we’ve put out, but seem to need to label it, speak of it as some kind of political movement, based around ideas that are simple enough for them to understand. Still more have claimed it as a platform for their own agendas, looking for a “pre-made” audience for their insipid ideas.
All bullshit. All missing the mark.
It is, and has always been, more than a “business,” much like a band or musical project is more than its merch table. For years I produced written work and more, all free of charge, and asked nothing in return for it. All of our continuous content is still free, and always will be.
The apparel and gear allows people who wish to do so (no one is holding a gun to anyone’s head) to support the Operation, to signal affiliation, and to visibly align themselves toward a greater goal. It also allows me to do what I do full time.
If for whatever reason, tomorrow, all income that is connected to the Operation simply ceased...the Operation would not cease. Articles and videos would continue, just as they did before. Travel would continue, just as before. I would continue, just like always. This is because Operation Werewolf is my mission and life work- making money is not.
I have swung a hammer, run a chainsaw, slung drinks, played a guitar, trained clients, and done a hundred other things in order to eat and keep a roof over my head. I’ve slaved in the Virginia heat and frozen outside in the Wyoming snow to make a buck...the money comes and goes.
My mission remains: to destroy illusion.
To the best of my ability, I will continue to destroy my own illusions and weaknesses and shortcomings. From there, I will do my best to help whoever can that honestly wants to better themselves, because I feel it is my responsibility to do so.
This is not because I ever wanted to be wealthy- during the inception of Operation Werewolf I lived in a cabin in the woods with no power or running water, by choice. I worked a job, and I had some money, but it was a less than important factor. The trappings were not then, and are still not a driving force in my life. I maintain a pretty simple existence, and my financial requirements are pretty small.
It is also not driven by the desire to be some kind of a “guru.” Many days I am as lost as anyone, and struggle with the same shit: stress, depression, anxiety, uncertainty for the future, on and on, ad nauseum.
It is because I am attached to the idea that this world, at this time in which we live, is progressing further into self destructive insanity, self worship, willful ignorance, conditioned opinion that has been carefully weighed and packaged and sold like a drug; and deeper into a thousand thousand distractions that grow in addictiveness and complexity each year.
I believe that all of this is negative, and that it can only be combated via what I see as the only virtues that truly matter: Strength, Honesty, Loyalty.
Because of this, I believe that anyone who can see, even slightly, through that Illusion, are bound by a responsibility to aid others who can see or wish to see through as well.
It is possible that I am just some kind of romantic, and maybe my ideas no longer have a place in this world, and perhaps nothing that I do or say or accomplish will change this world for the better or the worse.
But I choose to believe that what I do matters.
I choose to believe that I, and you, are caught up in a struggle greater than ourselves, and that struggle is one of TRUTH against FALSEHOOD and against those who spin the illusions, those for whom our awakening is undesirable.
Operation Werewolf is a threat.
It spreads ideas rapidly, information and inspiration quickly leaping like electrical arcs from one to the next, but there are no commandments. Merely a loosely affiliated worldwide phenomenon of individuals who have decided they are unsatisfied with the illusion, and have chosen to remake themselves and their world in their own way.
It is those brave ones, those rare and blazing fires in this great darkness that I am seeking out as allies, as friends.
Together, we may yet combat and defeat those who would extinguish our flames. We may yet see clearly that which exists on the far side of the obstructing veil. We may see what we are capable of becoming, and set out to become it.
Under the dread black flag, proudly emblazoned with the Totenwolf, this Operation marches ever onwards.
There are a few times in a man’s life where it is okay to show your vulnerability-
to set the armor down and trust someone enough not to wound you.
At my grandfather’s funeral, I saw my uncle overcome with his sadness, and cry.
At my brother’s wake, I was overcome by my own, and I cried for him, and for his father and mother,
and in remembrance of all the good times we’d had and all the good ones we would never get to have.
After an incredibly painful separation from a woman I’d been with for a decade, I spent some time traveling and drinking, coping with it in a pretty unhealthy way, until I found my way through it with the help of some brothers.
There are things that my wife and my blood know about me, or have heard me say, that I would never
say or reveal to anyone else.
This is because a man should not put his weakness or vulnerability on display for the world to see.
What is it that you are hoping for when you broadcast another failed relationship, your personal woes,
inadequacies, embarrassing shortcomings, and day to day banality?
Attention? Sympathy? A few “likes” or hallmark “feel better, I’m here for you if you need to talk” comments on your social media account?
You should be ashamed. Your fathers and your ancestors would be ashamed of you.
This constant need to broadcast not only every tiny boring detail of our day into the churning maelstrom of disgusting slop that makes up your “feed” (compare to livestock),
but to also show every weakness felt throughout your quivering existence.
To draw attention to your revolting need like a child reaches upward and wails for an adult to take pity on him because walking is too hard.
To shout, not in a strong voice “WITNESS ME” as you perform glorious deeds to awe and inspire,
but feebly, and with much cracking “notice me...please!” as you crawl in the filth of your own insecurities and revel in your weakness, seeking that attention and sympathy like a junkie sucking dick for a hit.
Before you post, speak, signal, display- ask yourself if what you are presenting is powerful, strong,
useful, inspiring, or gives meaning, hope, value, or even laughter.
If the answer is no, ask yourself- why am I displaying this for the world to see?
Am I a junkie?
Am I a child?
Am I wasting my life?
Being a man is not an automatic title achieved by whatever you’ve got between your legs.
It is an idea, an accomplishment, an understanding of the concept of VIRTUS.
Try to act like one.
This life is trial and ordeal:
You will be tested.
This world will try everything in its power to extinguish your flames and leave your ashes cold.
Opposition will rise up against you, and the struggles that you experience may sometimes threaten to overwhelm- the storms so violent and sudden that they will seem without end.
The truth is, there is no end to struggle save death.
While we live, we must commit ourselves to this understanding, and allow it to shape our approach to life as one that always comes from a place of strength.
When faced with danger, with opposition, with naked aggression, we must take care to not be caught in the cycle of constant reaction, always on the defensive and never the attack.
Act, do not react!
Assess the situation tactically, choose a battle strategy, think on your feet, execute a plan.
Do not think that everyone who smiles at you or offers a kind word is your ally- question everyone’s motives, including your own.
Know yourself through and through by examining your internal processes with a calculating and clinical eye.
Cultivate a calm strength that is confident and free of false bravado- always maintain a healthy ego that unifies who you are with who you say you are.
In a world of falsehoods, telling the truth is an act of liberation- be honest, especially with yourself, and remember not to get caught up in your own bullshit.
Separate yourself from drama and people who always seem to be surrounded by it. Avoid the perpetually broke, low energy, low motivation types, or those who are always partying.
Surround yourself with those who are intelligent, confident, successful and disciplined. It will rub off on you, if you’re lucky and smart enough to allow it.
Always push yourself a little harder each day to improve, but never apologize for who you are or what you believe in, or you’ll never stand for anything again.
Try to learn something new every day.
Practice meditation, good nutrition and exercise regularly.
Take up a martial art.
Study a language other than your native one.
Travel often, and far.
Keep this one close to your heart, and never forget it:
We have this one life to live and our time here is short and precious. We owe nothing to our enemies but our scorn, but we owe it to ourselves to live healthy and whole, all the way alive, eyes wide open and searching the horizon for the eternal.
If you’re reading this, you are one of the rare ones, and I’m talking directly to you when I say
NEVER LET THE BASTARDS GET YOU DOWN.
I’m pulling for you.
-Paul Waggener, 9.5.2016
”Whenever one approaches the points where man
proves himself to be equal or superior to pain, one gains access
to the sources of his power and the secret hidden behind his
dominion. Tell me your relation to pain, and I will tell you
who you are!”
There were many pitfalls on the road to where I am now. Nothing has come easy, and I don’t imagine it ever will. Looking back, the obstacles are plain to see, all the depression and anger, the so-called trauma and bullshit. Self-hatred, hatred in general, and every bit of insecurity or uncertainty or doubt that dragged at my feet along the way, like the rotten sludge at the bottom of a river made from raw sewage.
I got so sidelined by these things that I often felt like a completely dysfunctional human being- a raw, seething mass of hatred, frustration, dissatisfaction and disgust with every living thing on this planet, including myself. A wretchedness indescribable. An impulse that expressed itself in socially unacceptable ways, a rage that manifested itself in broken bones, blood droplets scattering across the pavement and the years like red prayers.
I remember the first time I put someone in the hospital, it came with a sense of elation and freedom that is hard to explain. Something about causing reckless damage to a human being with no end in sight that makes you feel like you’ve escaped your own species, transcended some primal boundary, or maybe gotten more in touch with the murderous urge that makes us the most human we’ve ever been. It’s hard to say exactly what it was.
Since I can remember, I’ve been struggling with my own perception and understanding of who I was. I was never content with where I was, and always felt that there was a part of me that was alien and unknown, even to myself. I was plagued by the questions of how to relate to it, where to fit in; of trying to untangle and understand my “bad wiring.”
The questions remained mostly unanswered. My strategies often did not work. There have been many times where I was defeated in the battle against my lower self. I’ve lost more times than I like to think about, and it has led me to some very dark and awful times in my life.
There is a reason I am telling you all this.
I am telling you because I know that negotiating the abyss of who we are and who we have become is something like sailing a ship in dangerous waters with no compass or crew. It can be a been a lonesome and often terrifying expedition through agony and excess, self-deception, rediscovery, failure, fire, hardship and death. I have learned a couple of things in my thirty plus years here, and maybe the most valuable things I’ve learned are these:
No matter how I spin it or how hard I’ve ever tried to do something else, I am who I am. Some of it has been my own decision, some hardwiring, genetics, upbringing and so on, but the man I am today is what I have to work with. We can and should continually look to better ourselves (a hard enough concept to really define- what is better? What is worse?) and change certain aspects of that circuitry and blueprint, but the base material we have to work with will always be the same. Junger said that,
“We do not escape our boundaries of our innermost being; it is true, we may transform ourselves, but we always walk within our boundaries, within the marked off circle.”
Something I have realized about myself along the way, is that I have passion in spades, but very little balance, and I define myself by pain and hardship. More often than not, I give value to a thing based on its difficulty to achieve, and not necessarily in its pleasurableness. This has become a key element in my life philosophy and in the way I approach everything.
Our word “passion” comes from the Latin root meaning “to suffer.” In other words, what we are passionate about is what makes us suffer- the word is intertwined with itself, ouroboros.
Because of this, true passion has no real balance- it defines itself through suffering, hardship, trial, ordeal- it is always “on” and there is no escaping its terrible nature in order to only taste its sweet parts. It must be experienced in total.
Therefore, we must use an internal alchemy in order to turn our suffering into our strength, to be empowered by it, not enervated. We must master it in order to gain the keys to those gates that will otherwise remain forever locked and barred to us- concealing kingdoms of power and freedom.
Our approach to each trial must then take on a mythical seeming- nothing is so small or so great that it falls outside of this Gordian knot of struggle and growth. Each task we undertake every day we are alive is a an opportunity to experience the holy strife that all life is based on. To overcome ourselves and our obstacles with a drive so ferocious that we excel in all areas and arenas we traverse.
Our lives will always seem incomplete; there will always be questions, failures, joy and grief so overwhelming they will threaten our foundations. We are always walking a labyrinth made of our own experience, negotiating its length and breadth with heart, breathlessly. It is in how we walk it that makes our transformations occur, and though we always may be within the confines of our “innermost being,” we know that it is not the situation we are in, but how we meet it, that truly matters.
Transformation and growth can happen, and each time we meet ourselves again, we are different. Changed. There is a newness that comes within the endless struggle. We shed our skin through a metamorphosis that can only be brought on through suffering- for if we do not suffer and overcome, we do not grow.
Most people’s approach to pain is avoidance. The average person in this world of weakness views pain as merely the opposite of pleasure, a negative, something to be circumvented at all cost. Whether it is physical, emotional or other, the normal thought process is that “pain is bad.”
Our pain should be immense.
During training, we should push ourselves until our lungs are pure flame; our muscles burn like a thousand suns; at the end of our limits, we push onward- and in that place of white hot fire, we are immolated and made new, stronger, purer. Not the same as we were before.
In our lowest moments of spiritual blackness, we must push on, knowing that we are in chrysalis. Embrace that darkness and go deep into the well of painful experience, down to its uttermost depth, and commune with those devils who dwell there. The bargains they offer come at a high price, but the power that is gained on the other side is even greater still.
Let this life do its best to break you, and keep moving- unbowed and unbroken.
Find your passion in suffering.
I am typing this with hands stained from road grime and leather dye, tanned dark by a week in the sun on the back of a motorcycle. I’ve just returned from traveling nearly two thousand miles of backroads and small towns in the American south, crisscrossing the Appalachian mountain range and seeing places and people that don’t make it onto most maps. Towns that seem untouched by the modern age, vintage Coca Cola signs on the sides of full service gas stations on the edge of a tobacco field. Attendants look on with a mixture of wonder and mistrust as a half dozen tattooed nomads roar into their backwater village, thirsty and burnt, facemasks and bandanas stiff with sweat.
They sometimes ask “where are you from?” Or, “where you headin’?”
I answer the first with “back there,” jerking a thumb over my shoulder, and the second with “nowhere,” “anywhere,” or “everywhere.”
We are not out here for any other reason but to wander. To experience the camaraderie that comes from time spent outdoors with people you give a damn about, away from the wear and tear of “the daily grind.” Waking up and jumping in a mountain stream, rinsing off the miles, the bullshit, the aches and pains of the modern world. Sharing some laughs before mounting up again and tearing off to somewhere else, no real plans, no destination but forward.
It is easy to get caught up in the day to day and forget how much we need this. This adventurous spirit is what drove those who came before us, and its also easy to feel that there is no adventure left to be had in a world where everything is discovered, mapped, GPS’d, Googled and so on. That the world has become small, boring, civilized.
This way of thinking is quickly dispelled after hundreds of miles of places you’ve never heard of. Close calls with outlaw motorcycle clubs, hanging out in caves in a landscape that looks like another planet; surfing at sunrise on an empty beach, watching the stars emerge from the top of a mountain millions of years old and feeling its power beneath you, massive and ancient. Falling in love again with the landscape you’ve come to take for granted, and sharing that with old friends- these things are where our new frontier lies. The rediscovery of our own spirit of adventure, and the understanding that it can take many forms, but we have to go out there and find it. The sedentary life is not life at all, merely a waiting room before death.
Carl Sagan said it eloquently:
'For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us... edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. The appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game—none of them lasts forever.
Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.'
A lot of folks have plans to get a career, get married, have kids, prepare for retirement in a little house somewhere. My only goal at this point in life is to assemble a war rig which will serve as my mobile command center, swear in a few outriders, longrifles, berserkers, tech-witches and motomancers- and roll fast and far into a brave new world.
Out on sunbleached rock and windswept road we will bear witness to desert nights under lonely stars, moon rising over ghost towns in the Wyoming winter, our mechanical wagons and iron horses circled up and the fire blazing somewhere in the bottom of the Grand Canyon.
We will traverse the country for the sake of movement, of fully enjoying the moment itself, rather than being swept away in our plans for some vague and tenuous future. We will attribute value instead to sights seen, hidden places discovered, realizations had, and challenges overcome through will, ferocity and solidarity with those we have chosen to spend our days with.
There is a great deal more to say, but I won’t spoil my plans by giving them all away, and this isn’t a blueprint, but a suggestion:
Go outside, pick something barely seen on the horizon, and go for it. Take some friends if you can, otherwise, do it on your own and find some new, more adventurous ones on the way. You don’t have to be gone for a week, or a month,or year. Sometimes a day or two will suffice to inject new blood into your veins, rekindle some of those coals that have lain dormant for too long.
If you’re headed somewhere, you’re headed in the right direction. Keep on looking for the good stuff- the excitement, the love of life and the lust for more, friendship, camaraderie and the meeting of new people to share your stories with and to hear theirs. It’s a worthwhile endeavor, and one that should be lifelong.
This article is by guest writer Craig Williams, who has a great deal of other work available on various topics. Our readers may find much of interest especially at www.phalx.com
“Our Sacrament is Nutrition and Healthy Eating, our Rituals are Strength Training and Conditioning.”
Living amidst a world of chaos and cacophony, one of the most important revolutionary choices we can make on a daily basis is nutrition. We live in a homogenized world empty of life and vitality. This world offers up its sinister offering as empty vapid food for the body, empty vapid images for the mind; manufactured food for a manufactured “reality.” In complete revolution against this modern trend, we must begin to envision both our physical body and the food we use to nurture the physical body as Sacraments. In Tantra and Pagan Gnosticism, we honor the physical body as the highest substance, the container of the sacred, the sacramentum, a living and breathing Sacrament. A sacrament can mean many things to a diverse array of spiritual systems, but in essence it signifies a physical substance or physical act which makes manifest an invisible and spiritual presence. Through training and conditioning we can transform the physical into a living Sacrament which can manifest the Numinous. If we contemplate the deep esoteric significance of this alchemical reality, we enter upon a mystical and brutally revolutionary mindset of respect and reverence for the physical body transforming the corporeal into a realm of radical revolution and unbridled freedom.
In order to honor, support, and sustain the physical we must feed and nurture it. If we wish to transform the physical into a numinous expression of freedom then we must learn to view nutrition as a sacred act and eating as a sacred offering into the mysterious flame of the Soul which lies hidden deep within the corporeal landscape. We must envision our daily intake of food as a Sacrament which signifies the physical journey we must undertake in this lifetime. We must see nutrition as a vitally important aspect of personal transformation and personal freedom. All the seeds of hard work we plant with the iron and steel will not come to harvest if we do not create a nutritional environment conducive to anabolic transformation. Therefore we must create an almost obsessive zeal for honoring both the physical body and the food we offer as a sacrifice unto the Soul Flame hidden within the body as literal Sacraments. What we consume literally becomes the body and blood of our daily ritual sacrifice of training and functions as a mirror of our Soul Flame!
Perhaps the most important foundational idea when discussing the vast topic of nutrition from a transformational perspective is the creation of a sacred time and a sacred space for nutrition. We must set ourselves apart from the mindless masses who feed in a somnambulistic trance while driving or watching television. We must create a reverent mindset as we create and consume food. In complete and radical revolution against the mechanistic pace of the modern world, we must slow down and take the time to reverently prepare and consume our food! This can be a vital first step in creating a sacramental reverence for food and nutrition: make the effort to sit down and eat slowly as much as possible, avoid eating while driving, reading or watching television, and attempt to create and prepare the majority of your own meals. These simple actions are primordial in nature and in essence and can awaken the inner flame of transformation which is pervasive throughout the entire body-mind complex. By paying full attention to our meals we can create a literal sacred space / sacred time, alchemical and transformative. It also important to take a moment and give thanks and gratitude for the food we consume and if one is sharing the food with brothers or sisters, take the time to give gratitude for the sacred occasion of consuming the sacrament in union. This attitude of respect and reverence stimulates and awakens a primordial Soul memory deep within the body which literally transforms the mealtime into a sacred Solar ritual.
The topic of nutrition is a vast and controversial topic. I view the concepts of nutrition much like the concepts of fighting: master the basics in order to maximize survival. The world of health and nutrition is heavily fueled by media trends over basic common sense, much like we see trends come and go in martial arts circles. We can try to complicate fighting with mystical concepts or fundamentalist myopic attitudes on which style of “best”, but it will essentially boil down to the basics: who is stronger and who knows the basic technique of fighting will typically prevail. We can carry this concept over to the world of nutrition and glean important concepts for long-term health and training recovery. Before focusing on trendy diets promising miraculous results, focus on mastering the basics of macro-nutrient consumption. Almost anyone involved with serious strength training or fight training knows the importance of protein, so let’s start with this macronutrient. There are countless protein powders on the market ranging from whey to casein to plant based. On a fundamental level, one type of protein powder is not “better” than the rest. There may be variations in amino acid profile from source to source however in processed protein powders this variation will be minor at best. If using a protein powder, choose one with the least ingredients and without artificial color / flavorings and experiment with various sources to find one that digests easily. I use protein powders extensively with patients and clients who I coach and I use them myself as important additions to a training diet however I always view this as a “supplement”, meaning a minor addition to an already strong food-based nutritional infrastructure. The key idea is that one must establish a solid nutritional foundation before seeking miraculous results from a scoop of protein.
I tend to prefer actual whole food sources of protein over protein powders for daily nutrition. When you make it a priority to fill the majority of your protein intake with food based sources, you will build a much deeper reservoir of power within the physical body which is key for rapid recovery and avoiding injuries. My favorite sources of food based proteins are small servings of lean cut meats (preferably wild game), eggs, wild salmon, organic cottage cheese, Greek yogurt, beans (properly prepared to avoid gastric issues), tempeh, nutritional yeast, quinoa, brown rice, sprouted breads, Barilla protein pasta and nut-butters (avoiding all dairy except organic cottage cheese). There are several important ideas to keep in mind when discussing the intake of protein, one being the foundational idea of food rotation. Avoiding mono-diets is key for insuring adequate macro and micro-nutrient consumption. This is perhaps the most common issue I encounter with patients and clients. Individuals tend to get stuck in ruts in all aspects of life and nutrition is no stranger to this. It’s not uncommon to hear individuals lament their lack of progress while doing the same work-out, reading the same books or eating the same meals in a mechanistic fashion. Variety is key for stimulation of growth and diet is no different! Rotation diets are key for insuring adequate nutrition variety as well as avoiding the food sensitivities / food allergies. Therefore map out a variety of protein sources and do not get stagnant by using only one or two sources out of laziness. It’s quite easy to have hard-boiled eggs, a variety of game meats, tempeh, a variety of beans, or wild salmon on hand to add as protein blocks into various meals. Make it a point to prepare these options and be creative in order to avoid having to constantly depend upon protein powders for nutrition.
The macro-nutrient of carbohydrates is also often mystified and made confusing. The basic idea to grasp in order to maximize sports recovery and overall health and vitality is to make vegetables and fruits your main sources of carbohydrates. Many individuals have a food sensitivity or food allergy to grains, therefore I typically only recommend the use of basic brown rice and quinoa, both of which are less likely to cause any gastric upset or food sensitivity issues and provide a large amount of nutritional benefit. There are many benefits to making the main sources of carbohydrates simply fruits and vegetables. The two factors which are vital to the health and vitality of an athlete / martial artist are the dense nutrient yield and high fiber, both of which are essential when consuming a high protein diet. Many of the side-effects of high protein diets such as constipation or gas-bloating can be ameliorated by adequate consumption of fresh steamed vegetables and whole fruit (not fruit juices). I typically recommend light steaming, baking or grilling for vegetables as this allows for easier digestion and absorption of nutrients; salads can be eaten “raw” but large servings of vegetables should lightly steamed, grilled or baked. Fruit should ideally be eaten whole and not juiced and consumed away from high protein meals to avoid gastric issues as fruits and proteins digest in a dramatically different timeframe in the gut; when one combines high protein meals and fruits, it is not uncommon to encounter gas, bloating or nausea, therefore keep fruit by itself and ideally away from high protein meals by at least one hour. As mentioned earlier when discussing rotation in dieting, make sure to eat a broad spectrum of sources of fruits and vegetables and avoid predictable food choices. Seek out a wide array of colors while sourcing fruits and vegetables and if possible, eat locally grown sources from farmer’s markets or your own garden.
Outside of discussing the basics of protein and carbohydrate consumption, one important factor which is crucial to discuss is digestion. Healthy digestion is the ultimate foundation for health and vitality on all levels. If we are not digesting our food, we will not grow and transform. This becomes especially important for athletes and martial artists as we tend to expend vast amounts of energy training and fighting and consequently demand a larger nutrient intake. And it becomes of paramount importance when one is training to gain mass and consequently eating large amounts of food. Therefore we must maximize our digestion in order to maximize our growth. There are a large array of digestive enzymes and probiotics on the market which can be used for these issues. However I find two key areas much more important than supplements and pills when discussing healthy digestion: the addition of spices to the diet and the use of herbal bitters. These two areas are essential ways to stimulate deep primordial vitality and maximize health / sports recovery while reconnecting us to our Soul’s feral domain of Nature. The healing power of spices are an area which every athlete should embrace and incorporate into their daily lives. Spices such as cumin, coriander, fennel, ginger, turmeric, oregano, rosemary, and black pepper are nutrient dense anti-inflammatory powerhouses as well as time honored digestives. These spices become especially important when consuming a high protein diet as the spices can help maximize digestion of dense protein sources, particularly game meats.
The western diet has abandoned all flavors except sweet and salty, therefore returning to the use of spices is in many ways a return to our primordial roots. Take the time to transform you kitchen into an herbal apothecary by learning to use flavorful spices in all levels of nutrition; learn to grow spices and treat them as sacred doorways to the Spirits of the Land and Forest; prepare and consume them as Sacraments which bless and transform the everyday meals into a the sacred eternal meal. The use of herbal bitters is also key for insuring adequate and complete digestion of all macronutrients and once again is of utmost important when one is eating to gain mass. The benefit of herbal bitters is that the taste of bitter blended with a nuanced balance of warming and cooling herbs stimulates the entire physiology of the gastrointestinal system as well as the liver / gallbladder resulting in improved digestion of protein and heavier meals necessary in mass-gaining scenarios. Herbal bitters are a better choice than simply using digestive enzymes as bitters actually tones and strengthens the inherent power of the entire digestive system and does not simply “treat the symptoms.” Bitters is excellent for chronic gas, bloating, nausea and even hang-overs. Avoid using bitters with stimulant laxatives! I recommend blends by Herb Pharm, Gaia Herbs and Urban Moonshine, or better yet create your own by seeking out bitter roots and herbs and learn to create your own tinctures to reconnect with the primordial power of the Earth.
We make choices each time we harvest and consume food. In today’s modern mechanistic world, the sourcing of our nutrition can be a radical statement against the empty soulless homogeneity of factory farming and fast food. Seek to transform your meals and mealtimes intoSacraments which aid you in the alchemical journey of life! Learn to grow your own food, kill your own meat with your own bloodied hands, mine the roots from the dark cool soil of the Mother and give thanks for the rare blessing of consuming Her Sacraments. Every act should be a radical statement of the Soul and our nutrition is one of the most powerful avenues of alchemical transformation. Don’t take it for granted.
I can't tell you how much it drives me crazy when I talk to people and they say shit like “man, I wish I didn't have to go in to work today.”
It drives me crazy when people say “I wish I could be like that.”
“I wish I had more time.”
“I wish I had more money.”
All these stupid things that people say, and all the answers and all the freedom in the world is right out there in front of them.
All you have to do to be who you want is to do what you want, all the time, with a clarity and focus that turns that into the way you make your money, fulfill your dreams, follow your passion.
If you don't have the drive to make that happen, then I'm sorry friend. I don't want to answer your email about how you'd like to be more fit, or more free, or how you envy the life I seem to live- I am too busy living it to hear your sob story. You don't deserve my time, and you aren't even doing anything to deserve your own time.
I get a hundred messages a day from people telling me they want to meet up. To do what? To talk about what? I am barely a human being anymore, I am a hot burning machine of ideas and movement, fire and frenzy, I am here to achieve and conquer and adventure and stay starving and love it.
Listen, if we meet, it will be because we had to. Life made it happen, yours and mine, they came together like a chemical compound and made some new kind of virus that they don't even have a name for yet. It won't be to sit quietly in a bar somewhere and exchange platitudes and information on how to hit a higher one rep max. It will be to plan a revolution, start a religion, overthrow principalities and powers and to throw rituals in the woods to some nameless god that lives in our veins that makes us how we are.
If you're so caught up in your day to day that none of this makes any sense, I can't make it work for you. There is no translator for these truths, you either recognize them, or we are not the same. If you do, then you are already chasing it down, a werewolf in the woods of existence, tearing out the throat of everything in sight that looks to hold you back, keep you normal, keep you chained into a cubicle or a student loan payment or your stupid fucking apartment.
I'll give you the secret right here, right now. All I did was all I wanted to do. I quit my fucking job, I followed my wildly beating heart, and here I am. Doing it on my own terms. Not punching a clock.
Going from the weight room to the woods, from Jiu Jitsu studio to the Pacific ocean, writing my thoughts down on paper or on the screen, turning my passion for art and strength and living without “realistic expectations” into a steady stream of income and inspiration that allows me to continue doing it 24/7.
Don't linger! Don't rest! Don't wait for it to happen, or you'll wake up old and tired and dying somewhere you never wanted to be in the first place.
Don't spend your time trying to be like them, these drones that live to work, breed, die. Live to live!
There is only one way to do this: decide what you want to do and take no prisoners. That has to be the only thing that you give a single fuck about from now on, until you're doing it, and then you have to set your sights again- shut down all the bullshit, all the exterior noise, all the detractors, all the advice from half-insect people who are living a life of quiet desperation- shut it all down.
Breathe in the fire. Let if fill you all the way up to the brim, and reduce obstacles to ashes. Burn too hot to be captured. Never, ever stop. Never, ever give up. This is your life, and you only get this one short shot at being who and what you want to be.
You wanna meet up? Let's do it.
I'll see you somewhere out at the top of a mountain.
I'll see you as I look on at some back alley brawl, with a busted nose and burning eyes.
I'll see you in the basement of bookstores in strange cities that smell like opium and forbidden wisdom. I'll catch you sometime at the edge of the firelight, while fifty men who exemplify the meaning of the word “wild” chant and change themselves, not caring what this tiny world thinks about them.
If you're one of us,
I'll see you out there.
You're walking home from the bar after being out with some friends til the small hours of the morning.
Feeling some of the effects, you've made a good call by opting out of driving, and are conversing with your significant other, enjoying the evening air.
Although the streets are mostly deserted, the area is well lit, and you haven't given much thought being prepared for any type of encounter, since you assumed you'd be driving to and from your destination.
With another mile or so to go, you glance over your shoulder and notice that there are at least two figures following you from several blocks back, hooded sweatshirts, hands in their pockets.
Not wanting to alarm your partner, you begin running a quick assessment of your surroundings and your gear, immediately considering what can be done to even the odds should the situation go south from here.
As you are running this mental prep list, another figure rounds the corner ahead of you, illuminated starkly in the streetlight. Footsteps pound the concrete behind you, and you realize you are about to have to fight for your life.
Consider the above situation.
Put aside all your internet tough guy shit for a moment- it's just you and me, cowboy.
How anxious does it make you when you really imagine the scenario above?
I'll start: It makes me pretty anxious. There's nothing wrong with admitting you are not Josey Wales meets Jason Bourne meets Mark Chopper Read- I've been in almost the exact situation described above, more than once in my life, and each time, I am not ashamed to say, it produced the kind of adrenaline response that only comes from deep, primal fear.
But fear is not the same as cowardice- cowardice is surrendering to your fear. Bravery is using it to attain victory or at the very least, mastering it enough to get out of there alive.
To quote a popular novel:
'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?''
That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.'
Considering our relationship to violence is an integral part of a man's self-examination process.
Like it or not, violence is a big part of being a man on an evolutionary level- whether you have a close relationship with it in 2016 does not discount the fact that your genetic line is still intact today because of your ancestors familiarity or skill with it.
From the caves they crawled out of to tribal warfare in forgotten aeons, into the pages of remembered history where men have died in innumerable droves on battlefields often not of their own choosing, men have always had to find a way to outlive the rest.
Whether through superior skill at dealing death and making war, or an unquenchable and iron will to survive and outlast, our ancestors paved the way for us to exist. Therefore, our way of life and understanding of our place in the world must at least give consideration to the possibility that at some point we will have to confront violence and death head on.
The average police response time in America is between 9 and 12 minutes. The average streetfight or violent encounter lasts between 5 seconds and 2 minutes, often with little or no respite or opportunity to even make the call, assuming you are the type of person who would call law enforcement in the first place.
This brings me to the actual point.
How would you fare?
Even in a one on one confrontation with someone who has decided to oppose you, who eats clean, trains 3 times a week in boxing or MMA, doesn't poison himself with cigarettes or excessive drinking- would you stand a chance?
How about your friends?
In the prior scenario, if you had 3 of your pals with you, and it turned into a 4 on 4, all out conflict, would they be able to hold their own and punch their weight? Or would they quickly be dismantled by a superior foe, letting you down and forcing you into an outnumbered and outmatched war that you have no chance of winning alone?
If the first answer holds true, congratulations. You have chosen...wisely. You are surrounding yourself with lions, men who truly uphold the concept of Operation Werewolf, that of making themselves more capable, fearsome, and strong every day.
If the second answer is the more likely, then you are wasting your time with weaklings, parasites who rely on you, but provide no symbiosis. Remove them as you would with any bloodsucker.
If you yourself fall into the category of the under-prepared, think about how much you are dishonoring your peer group by being the weak link in the chain- a liability, like a child, who must be looked after and protected because you are not up to the task yourself.
If this concept fills you with utter disgust and shame, do the right thing and turn that into momentum- become what you respect. Be the kind of man that you would want with you in any situation.
Video games and popular movies and television are filled with examples of men who do things the way we wish we could. We watch them impotently from the couch while getting fatter. While you
“level up” in some digital fantasy world, someone is out there doing it for real, and I promise you, no matter what your girl tells you (if you even have one), she doesn't think all those muscles and decisive actions are “gross” or “too macho.” Think about nearly every male leading actor, even in “chick flicks,” for the last 20 years or so. It's not coincidence they are cut out of wood, chiseled and jacked, decisive, capable- in short, manly.
A woman's desires are not purely individual. They, like us, have been shaped by evolution, and no amount of social engineering can undo that. What do you think she wants in a scary situation or a home invasion? Your dad-bod and knowledge of high thread count, cruelty free, locally sourced hemp shoulder bags? Not bloody likely.
Here's the thing, fellas. No matter who you are, or how hard you think you are, there is someone out there who is training harder. Someone that someday, you might have to prove yourself against because they want your money, or your woman, or they simply decided they were going to fuck you up.
Those individuals who will read this and scoff, or say that this is an outmoded way of thinking, riddled with “toxic masculinity,” with no place in today's society- I would respond that you have clearly lived a life of what the PC crowd refers to as supreme “privilege,” and that just because you haven't experienced brutal, savage, bone crushing violence yet, doesn't mean that you won't. Never isn't here yet.
I can only hope that you find yourself one day in a situation that calls for quick, decisive and violent action to save your life or that of someone close to you. Let me know how it pans out.
A lot of the people in your life that you call your friends may actually be huge pieces of shit who are only interested in whining, soaking up your energy, wasting your time, and keeping you at their level.
You might call them your friends because you feel the need to have a group to fulfill certain basic requirements of man being what Aristotle called “a social animal.”
You might also keep them around because you have known them for a long time, or because you are currently unaware of how a real friendship should operate.
A real, healthy friendship is a wonderful thing to have. In the Norse poetic work “The Havamal,” it says the following about how a friendship is both won and sustained:
With raiment and arms shall friends gladden each other,
so has one proved oneself;
for friends last longest, if fate be fair
who give and give again.
To his friend a man should bear him as friend,
and gift for gift bestow,
laughter for laughter let him exchange,
but leasing pay for a lie.
To his friend a man should bear him as friend,
to him and a friend of his;
but let him beware that he be not the friend
of one who is friend to his foe.
Hast thou a friend whom thou trustest well,
from whom thou cravest good?
Share thy mind with him, gifts exchange with him,
fare to find him oft.
Young was I once, I walked alone,
and bewildered seemed in the way;
then I found me another and rich I thought me,
for man is the joy of man.
We can see here that they believed the best way to keep a friendship was with an exchange of gifts, a sharing of the mind, a frequency of time spent together, and a loyalty to the friendship at the expense of those on the outside of it.
I'd say this is a pretty good standard.
The key word here is EXCHANGE. Far too often, in both romantic and platonic relationships, one side provides the work, the other side benefits, and leaves the giver both embittered and drained, exhausted from the vampiric nature of the so-called friendship, marriage, whatever.
One of the best things we can do for ourselves is to keep a critical eye on our involvements with other people, and evaluate whether there is healthy exchange, or no give and all take. Identifying time wasters, energy vampires and the chronically negative and removing them from our lives with a simple “Fuck off, we're done here,” is a freeing and stress-relieving action, and will make you a better person with a more fulfilling life.
The following is a list of characteristics often found in both friendships and romantic involvements that are unhealthy and should be terminated with extreme prejudice:
They just want to “hang out.”
Hanging out is the province of the unmotivated, the great social pastime of the underachiever. If all your friends want to do is hang out, especially if that hanging out always involves alcohol or drug use, TV or movies, they are more than likely one of these.
Good relationships are based around mutual interest and being allies in conflict. If your friends aren't interested in lifting weights with you, martial arts, hiking, camping, riding, getting out there and chasing down excitement, adventure and a better life- cut 'em loose. Find new friends at the gym, on the trail, through competition. They will better serve your long term plan than these shuffling cunts you're hanging with now.
Those who whine a lot deserve the worst things in life. If your friend or significant other is always bitching about things instead of stoically handling them or looking for ways to change them, give 'em the boot. This is not to say that a certain amount of healthy venting to a trusted pal is not ok- but there is a difference between the occasional venting and a constant onslaught of moping, whining, victimized bullshit. A “poor me” mentality is one of the most poisonous and exhausting things to be around. No time for this.
Loudmouths and Drama Queens.
People who are always starting shit, or bringing that shit into your life should be shaved, sterilized and destroyed. There are enough problems out there that you have to deal with without having that friend who always seems to either create more, or bring theirs into yours.
Identifying this type of blood sucking leech and burning them off of you will save you time, hassle, and maybe even your life! I have had friends in the past who were essentially just a liability. Everywhere I went, I had to worry about how drunk and stupid they would get, who they would make an enemy out of that I would have to help them deal with since I was “honor bound” as a friend to do so.
Fuck all that. You are honor bound as a man to remove these people from your sphere of existence and deal with your own on your terms.
Likewise, a female who is constantly creating and bringing drama to your doorstep like a stray cat with a dead baby bird? Ditch the bitch and move on with your life. These people feed on the sense of self importance they get from making themselves a tornado sweeping through the trailer park of life. Avoid.
The Perpetual Party-goer.
Habitual and constant drinking is one of the biggest wastes there is. I know firsthand just how destructive and useless of a habit this is. It kills your wallet, your brain cells, your liver, and your ability to enjoy yourself without it.
Friends who only want to be around when there is a party, or who are always trying to go to the bar are not friends. They are attempting to drag you into a mutual addiction because misery loves company. This goes for every type of drug use.
If you are going to party or drink, I am certainly not against this (far from it! No X's on these hands yet!)- however, I force myself toearn it. Make sure if you're going to crush that beer, you've crushed the gym all week, made progress in your training, had a good week of business or pursuing other positive endeavors. It will make the beer taste better, and you are less likely to engage in binge drinking because you know it is a hindrance to your goals.
A Quick Word on Romantic Relationships.
This topic should probably have its own article, but for brevity's sake, I will just ask this:
Does your woman respect you, treat you like a god in public and private, subscribe to your values and make your life less stressful and more fulfilling?
If you cannot answer yes to every question, the only option is to cut her loose immediately.
The preceding questions, however, rely on the life you live. If you are not deserving of that treatment because you are weak, submissive, fat-bodied, directionless, broke and lazy, then she should've cut you loose a long time ago.
The only way to attract a solid female is to be solid. Instead of wasting time on Tinder and other degenerate dating sites, jerking off to porn and wishing you could find “a good woman,” take a long critical look at yourself. Are you worth a good goddamn? Why should any woman want to be with you? First, make yourself worthwhile. A good one will come along. It's essentially the same as doing good business. If you are providing excellent content, customers will follow. If you are providing useless garbage, don't expect your stock to go up.
Get out there and make something of yourself, and cut out the rot.
Only Death is guaranteed.
Because of this, there is no need to live life carefully.
I always hear people say things like
“In another life, I'd have loved to do x or y.”
They sigh and utter,
“Maybe in a few years.”
“If I have enough time.”
Here's the thing, friend-
There is never enough time to do whatever it is that you wanted later on.
There's never another opportunity to do what needed to be done now.
Soon, the final grains will slip through the glass.
You will die in bed, hooked up to machines
Or in your sleep, and your children will be grateful. Unburdened.
Your regrets will not include the the nights you chose to stay up late around a fire.
The time you spent with friends and lovers, ecstatically chasing your dreams.
You won't be thinking: “I'm glad I decided to go home early that night,”
“It's a good thing I didn't talk to that stranger, take that risk, throw that punch.”
Your regrets will be all those things you didn't do.
All the I Love You's you never said.
All the hours you bartered away for more money, only to have a half-full wallet and an empty heart.
Each and every time you said “no” to life and “yes” to servitude.
If you didn't do it for the story, what the hell were you doing it for?
If there's nothing to talk about at the end, how the hell will you be remembered?
Life is sweetest when Wild and Free-
For only Death is Guaranteed.
Testosterone is a hormone secreted from the testicles of males, and to a lesser extent, a female's ovaries.
It is responsible for a man's muscle and bone mass, regulates his physical and mental energy, his libido, sense of well being, and so on.
In other words, high testosterone good, low testosterone bad. There are many health dangers that stem from low testosterone as well, that are beyond the scope of this article, but suffice it to say, any man who wants to live life to the hilt should aspire to a lifestyle that naturally raises his test.
For those who are raising it chemically, through the use of anabolics or testosterone replacement therapy, the following can be looked at as simple rules for a savage existence.
For the rest, what follows is a set of hard and fast rules for raising the testosterone and enaging life with a mindset that embraces strength and health. Nietzsche knew a thing or two about this when he suggested that the proper mode of living included:
“a powerful physicality, a blossoming, rich, even effervescent good health that includes the things needed to maintain it, war, adventure, hunting, dancing, jousting and everything else that contains strong, free, happy action.”
Essentially, his list contains what doctors and experts on the subject would agree are the fastest ways to a higher testosterone.
The first big killer of test is being overweight. An overweight male can expect up to a 50% decrease in his testosterone, depending on genetics and severity of his obesity. There is no sugar coating this one. If you are fat, your immediate course of action is to stop reading this, get off your disgusting fat ass and hit the weights or the track. Preferably both. There is no magic pill- only diet and exercise. The good part is that I have personally witnessed some pretty miraculous transformations occur over the span of as little as 6 months to one year of life reform. This is not something that is out of your reach, it is simply currently beyond your will, which you have allowed to become as atrophied and flabby as your body.
I'm going to do you a favor and tell you everything you need to know about losing weight and getting fit right now:
1) Go to bed earlier, and get up earlier. Use the extra hour to go on a fasted walk first thing in the morning, before you do anything else.
⦁ STOP EATING BULLSHIT. This is pretty obviously going to be a major factor. Immediately cease eating food with tons of processed sugars. Stop drinking soda, you suicidal bastard! Eat 3-4 small to moderately sized meals throughout the day consisting of a healthy balance of carbs, protein and fat. If you are grossly overweight, cutting your carbs to a minimum, and only eating them before and directly after your workout is the ticket to reducing bodyfat.
3) Train with Barbells. Pick up any basic lifting program that favors barbells, or shoot a message to⦁ email@example.com and talk to me about a training program. Prices are extremely reasonable. Don't waste my time, and don't waste your life. Get started today, or be this way forever. Your choice.
That's it. I just gave you basically everything you need to stop being a land-whale. Now it's your call to get with the program. Even you guys out there who don't think you're fat, but have some love handles or excess belly fat- it's killing your test levels, too. Try fasted walking while listening to a podcast (I recommend Jack Donovan's “Start the World,” Justin Garcia's “The Pressure Project,” or something like “Hardcore History,” to maximize time and learn something while you shed fat and turn yourself into a machine built for war) and timing your carbs as stated above. They are easy ways to really get after that last little bit of stubborn adipose tissue.
The second enemy of cock-hardening, muscle building levels of test: not enough sleep.
Sleeping less than 5-6 hours a night lowers your testosterone to that of a man 10-15 years your senior.
A few pointers on getting better sleep-
Turn off your goddamn smart-phone. The light produced by computer screen and that little witch-brick you are staring at kills your ability to fall asleep. Make a rule that you will stop looking at that thing an hour before bedtime. Not only the light is problematic, but the fact that you are forcing thousands of megabytes of useless data into your brain, checking messages, notifications, raising your blood pressure by checking that time-wasting thread where you decided to argue politics or religion or natty lifters or whatever. Knock it off, power down your magical tattle-stone and read a fucking book. Remember those?
Take a cold shower. It cools your body down and gets it ready for sleep.
Sleep in a cold room. Good for test production, and also promotes better sleep.
Sleep in the dark. If you don't want to look like a serial killer (although why wouldn't you? Maybe you can finally get an 8:30 res at Dorsia, you fucking stupid bastard) and wear one of those lone ranger blindfolds, invest in some heavy blinds or curtains, shut off any little lights and LEDs- combined with the colder temps, your room should now resemble a Neanderthal's sleeping quarters. To complete the vibe, I recommend some decaying hides and maybe a scalp or two.
Remember- better sleep, better test.
Third, it seems that because of the internet and shit like video games, Netflix, and so on, men are spending way more time at home, ensconced in their gaming thrones, talking on little headsets to people they will probably never meet, raising the “stats” of their little electronic man, while ignoring the fact that one of their important stats is plummeting!
Too much time out of the social loop is problematic for a few reasons- one, it promotes sedentary activities. Two, it reduces interaction and competition with other males. Third, it reduces your contact with women, who, if they are ovulating, can raise your T-juice SIMPLY BY SMELLING THEM. If that isn't some primitive witchcraft, I don't know what is.
Probably, you shouldn't roll up on random women and smell them, although I have used this technique in the past to pretty good success- but simply interacting and talking with females that are potential sexual mates raises your test. So, put down the controller and go out and compete with males and smell some attractive females- you might even try talking to them. I think this is considered pre-requisite for most potential breeding/mating situations. I tend to use grunts and gestures.
On this topic, I'd like to say that Tindr and whatever other “swipe right” app you may be using to get your jollies in, is probably decreasing the amount of time you spend out there on the hunt. It's an important part of the process to approach strange women and talk to them, with all the possibility of victory or failure, that engages our hunter/gatherer mindset and raises our hormones. A Tindr hook up is some space age, Matrix-style, science fiction, de-humanizing bullshit- and no matter who says otherwise, they know it to be true.
Lastly, the high test male spends a great deal of his day in physical endeavors, and engages in outdoor activities as much as possible. Hiking is exercise, exercise is good for the test, outdoors means (usually) sunshine, which means vitamin D, which means more testosterone. This is why everyone gets all ready-for-action in the summer time. An increase in sun equates to a higher hormone production, which leads to more sex, which leads to more test. A closed circuit system of elevated T.
He should also practice martial arts, as this is the most direct and obvious way of physically competing with other men. I recommend Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai/MMA, although rugby and other high contact, masculine sports of yore seem to produce knuckle-dragging archetypes of brute strength as well.
There are plenty of other ways to optimize levels through diet and so on, and we will cover some of this in future articles. Those of you who are reading this and not lifting (I doubt it. If not, shame on you. Stop being a pathetic worm.) should obviously be doing so in order to stop disgusting your ancestors and alienating potential friendships with people who matter.
Compete physically with men.
Smell women. (Or talk to them, or whatever.)
I've heard it said that in this life, anything you choose to do requires you to sacrifice something else. We are in a constant process of weighing and trading, with the scales holding on one side time, and on the other, desire.
This is a difficult realization for many, and harder to accept, that in our flickering existence, we will only have the time for a finite amount of activities and experiences before our flame is extinguished forever.
The question that invariably begins to eat at us: which ones are the most valuable? How will we ensure that ours is a life of fulfillment, each moment spent wisely and not just sand spilling futilely through the hourglass?
The answer is that we cannot be certain of anything, but armed with this knowledge, we can at the very least attempt to squeeze every drop of hot blood out of the veins of this transitory and awesome reality that we have been given. Consider the very idea that we are conscious beings, pulled from nothing inexorably towards nothing- our existence like a white bird flying through a great hall, from one window and out the next, with only darkness at our beginning and ending!
How could we, facing this awful and incredible concept, allow our moments to pass us by as we spend all our waking hours enmeshed in the sterile constructs of the internet, the stifling banality of the 9-5 wage slavery, the body growing soft, the mind growing feeble, the will atrophied like a pale husk? We must be filled with a righteous and holy wrath against the mundane existence, the wasted moment, the chronic inactivity that this enervating world promotes. Our fire must burn eternal, even after our bodies are dust, our name must live on as a legend to inspire and light this mighty blaze in those who come after.
My heroes have always been individuals whose lives were extreme, bordering on, or fully immersed in obsession, passion, insanity, single mindedness- utter hedonists or strict disciplinarians, libertines and totalitarians. Give me madmen, musicians, martial artists, writers, murderers- but give me passion above all else!
Morrison, Barger, Bukowski, Machiavelli, Redbeard, Howard, Lovecraft, Musashi, Manson, Marquis de Sade, a parade of names that conjure up excesses of various kinds, men who lacked balance in favor of fanaticism. I say, tip the scales in favor of the extreme, the inspired, the frenzied. Balance can be valuable in some areas, but a life lived for sinking the teeth into life's tender throat cannot concern itself with using balance as an excuse to avoid experience. I would argue that men who have lived their lives in accordance with the concept of balance are less remembered than those who lived by the watchwords of iron and blood, fire and death, might and madness
There is an important theory in the world of the magician that involves the reconciliation of opposites. In nature, we see that there is day and night, growth and death, a rising and falling, that which is now strong must become weak- but there is a force, unseen, that keeps this pendulum swinging between the two. It is the discovery of this force, and a unification of these seeming opposites that lies at the heart of the occult sciences- and for this reason, these extremes and "opposites" must be explored to their pinnacle if they are to be understood.
For this reason, life should be lived in a series of extremes. Cruelty and mercy, love and indifference, Discipline and the Divine Madness, "gigantic mirths and gigantic melancholy." It is not a way recommended for all, but for those who walk the road of the Wanderer, the lone explorer on the frontiers of existence and spirit, it is necessary to leap directly into the flame, without lingering at its edge.
This is not an excuse to linger and wallow in excess, and only the base would see it as such. It is a edict to live each day to the utmost, to challenge oneself to greater heights, to go into unknown places and unseen worlds. To have self discipline so strong that what was once our discipline has become our desire. To have an unquenchable lust to live and love and to burn with an awful and ferocious joy that is contagious and crazed.
The best way to know ourselves is to burn ourselves completely in the fires of ordeal and action. From there, everything we choose to add back to our blackened bones is known to us.
Know who you are by choosing who you will be.
Embody those ideals to the hilt, wildy, breathlessly, with heart.
Become an archetype.