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The Wolf-Rune

The wolf-rune, wolf-hook, Wolfsangel, Wolfsanker, Wolfsjagd. The symbol has a long and storied history, reaching back more than a thousand years, and if one considers its obvious connection with the :EIHWAZ: rune, its age can be determined as at least 2,000 years old.

Eihwaz is a rune whose name refers to Yggdrasil, the world-tree, its roots and branches representative of the Axis Mundi, the central column, the spine, consciousness itself. It is the thirteenth rune in the Elder Futhark row, and as such its numerical significance lies with the lunar cycle and the thirteen full moons of a year.

Paired with the 12th rune, :JERA:, the two make up the exact center of the Elder row, Jera’s cyclical, horizontal motion indicative of the realms of being/becoming/passing away, complementing Eihwaz’ vertical, linear representation of consciousness/transformation/elevation. The big bang at the center of everything, outward expansion vertically and horizontally, forever and ever. Massive runes of cosmic significance, the true Center of the mysteries of existence.

It is small wonder, then, that this symbol was held in reverence for thousands of years by the Germanic people, and that it was seen adopted again and again in their history as a heraldic symbol.
It became a symbol of freedom from opression when adopted by the peasant revolt in 15th century Germany, as they made war against the princes and their armies, outgunned and finding themselves in need of a sign to rally under.

The protagonist of Hermann Lons’ “Der Wehrwolf,” a resistance fighter during the Thirty Years War adopts the symbol as his personal badge while fighting against vastly superior foes, the wolf-hook representing the style of guerilla war he and his men waged.

In the 1600’s, it was used again as a boundary marker in the forest, and as a sign on the uniforms of the forestry service, and it can still be seen in use today as a part of the emblem of the state of Lower Saxony and the hunter’s association “Hirschmann,” who breed hounds- it is also seen in its horizontal form used by the Church of Satan.

Like many other powerful symbols, it was briefly adopted by the Nazi party after having been in use for nearly 2,000 years, and because of this, it is still used by modern day so-called “Neo-Nazis,” who seek to continue its association with their simple and misguided goals.

The name Operation Werewolf and the Wolfsangel were chosen to represent this ongoing Work as part of a paradigm shift- the idea of taking something that is already in use, and changing its aims, methods and meanings to suit a radically different goal, that still connects to the original in some fundamental way- we will not apologize or shy away from its use, nor deny its origin.

This is a guerilla operation. It exists behind enemy lines, just as the original concept intended.
Those enemy lines lie both without and within ourself. We are at war with the mediocre tenets of modernity and weakness. Acceptance and “equality.” We are at war with our “slave self,” the inner thrall of Limitation and Laziness.

We use these terms and imagery to create a self-dicatorship. Directed inward, it does not seek to subjugate others, as this is below the higher ideal of the Operation. Instead, it seeks to conquer and subjugate the SELF to our True Will, and create a consonance and totality of being that will create a whole person out of the rubble and detritus that we began with.

Because this, truly, IS the Operation:

Transformation from the individual we were, into the individual we were always meant to become.

We deserve more from this life than nights in a dark room, staring with hollow eyes into the flickering box of the technomancer’s artifice- enslaved like addicts to the thousand lights of illusion, spun by the dream-weavers of Empire.

Fed on poison to make our bodies flaccid and weak, conditioned through social programming to accept the dogma and doctrine of this filthy world that preaches mediocrity as strength, acceptance of ourselves in our lowest form. Maggots uselessly writhing on the carcass of blind consumerism- worshiping at the altar of fast food and instant gratification.

This is not who we are. We are alive to sacrifice everything we are for everything we know we can become.

And this is what the Wolf-Rune means to us! A bind-rune of :EIHWAZ: and :NAUDHIZ:- Need, stress, friction, necessity- the naked who are unprepared for winter will freeze in the cold.
These two massive concepts come together to form the Rune under which the Werewolf Operative strives. The NEED to RISE. The absolute and iron-clad edict to transform. To achieve a heightened consciousness through first assaulting the physical form with a regime of brutal re-ordering and hardening.

To fly the dreaded black banner of the Totenwolf to signal to others that a contract has been made. A contract with oneself to begin this transformation from Man into Wolf. To disregard the masses, who will not understand your obsession with self-betterment. To respect only strength, and those whose only goal is to make themselves stronger through relentless action. This is a fellowship for those loyal to might, and the natural law. To us and ours be the glory, world without end. 92!

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Dragon’s Tooth Field Report/Meditations

This past weekend, I got together with some comrades and we hiked into the Appalachians. Our destination was Dragon’s Tooth, the aptly named stone monolith at the top of Cove Mountain, a short but rugged hike of about two and a half miles, in order to set up camp there at the windy summit and camp out.

The gathering began on Friday at the Wolves’ property outside of Lynchburg, where a friend brought up a hog from his farm in North Carolina and held a hands-on workshop, taking us through the butchering process all they way from slaughter to cooking.

For those unfamiliar with the killing and preparation of their own meat, this is an essential “man-maker.” Not being prepared or willing to be directly involved in the process of life and death required to harvest flesh makes you unworthy to consume it.

The hog was treated with the utmost respect and care, and provided our crew with fresh meat for the entire weekend, with plenty left over.

We knew going into the camping trip that inclement weather was called for. The sunny 70 degree days of the week were expected to drop into the low 40’s the next day, with all day rain, cooling to freezing temps and sleet once we got up to the campsite at the top.

Undeterred, we set out the next morning and convoyed the hour plus drive to Catawba, VA, and hit the trail. All present were more than up to the challenge, and camp was set up within a short while after conquering the hike.

The rain had really kicked in, and firemaking skills were tested and found fit. A blaze was going before long to dry out all the gathered wood, Operatives making good use of their War-tooth ‘hawks and bushcraft.

Rain turned into sleet to the sound of laughter and pork sizzling over the fire. Excellent conversation and new bonds forged among those who were present- all remained up until late into the evening, precipitation ceased and a pleasant calm settled over the mountain, allowing us to enjoy the remainder of the night drying out.

I greeted the morning silently meditating in the fog that clung thickly to the mountain, considering the things that truly matter to me in life. There have been many instances the past few years when I have felt spread too thin, run ragged, short on hope and inner fire- confusion obscuring my way forward as surely as the fog and mist swirling around Dragon’s Tooth.

Much of that uncertainty has been burned away in the formation of Operation Werewolf, but I wanted to share a few of my thoughts that crystallized up there on the mountain with you all, in the hope that it might aid some of you in some small way.

First, goals are not something that will magically make themselves known to you- they must be sought out. You must always be evaluating where you are going. Much like wilderness hiking, it is important to keep your wits and your sense of direction at all times, or you can find yourself alone and lost in vast unknown territory.

We have to align our goals with our true will- knowing what it is that we really want out of life means not only being honest with ourselves, but challenging ourself to constantly do better and re-evaluate if where we are headed is where we really want to be. It sounds elementary, but I have been guilty in the past of striving towards goals I FELT like I should have, but didn’t necessarily feel truly invested in. Life is too short to set yourself on the road towards empty accomplishments.

Knowing the self with depth and honesty is paramount to the realization of our goals. Our inner landscape must be traversed by first recognizing where our own True North lies- that star that hangs forever faithful in the firmament is our true will, waiting for us to move toward it “with heart, breathlessly.”

Identifying our endeavors and limiting them to a streamlined few is also important. What I mean by this is consonance and simplicity- understanding which undertakings are complementary to each other, and lie in the same direction, pairing them together like good wine and meat, rather than going in 50 directions at once, to the detriment of all progress. Not only that, but keeping the notes in our ongoing composition clear and clean, devoid of any unnecessary clutter, by once again constantly evaluating our progress and becoming, with a critical eye and ready scalpel.

By the same token, we must not limit ourselves to lives of mediocrity by confusing a richness of experience with “being spread too thin.” I like to have many irons in many fires, because it challenges me to operate at a higher level each day, to compete with myself in order to become more capable, more efficient, more creative, more dedicated to my Great Work. Often people will create blockages for their progress through self-doubt or limiting thought processes like “I am too busy for this,” or “I am not capable of this.” We have to look closely and decide, are we truly too busy, or are we setting the bar too low?

I enjoy weight training and fitness, martial arts, hiking and camping, motorcycling, travel, art, reading, running my own business, consulting, and many other time consuming endeavors. However, my interests remain in a state of consonance with one another- they all function well together, and they are all moving me forward. But sacrifices have been made, out of necessity. I have had to curtail or remove habits and pursuits, that, while enjoyable, were limiting my ability to perform to the best of my ability in other, more important areas of life. I have had to put some endeavors on the back burner, in order to give more fully to what is important in my life now, at this glorious present.

Take some time this week to hike, bike or ride somewhere quiet. Take a notebook with you, your Master Log, if you have one. Create a roadmap of your own goals, and attempt to evaluate whether all of them operate in consonance. See what blockages are there. Decide if some of the goals are still valid for you, or if they have become outdated. Challenge yourself to keep doing more, to keep enriching your experience.

All we get out of this life are the stories along the way. Is yours one that you would read, and be inspired by?

“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. ” -John Mui

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Fuck the Vote

No ruler has ever had your best interest in mind.

From the Roman Emperors to modern day Presidents, the ruling party or individuals in charge of your country have been interested in one thing only: power, and the retention of it. This has nothing to do with you, unless you make up one of the small percentage of people on this planet who have a direct hand in the rule of those aforementioned countries. And no, I do not mean voting.

Voting presents you with an illusion. The illusion of choice, the illusion that you are a special snowflake and that your vote matters. The illusion of change, that the current power structure of the world would ever relinquish their ongoing plans because you and your little friends voted Trump or Sanders.

Not only that, the act of voting makes you complicit. I have heard it said over and over that “if you don’t vote, you don’t get to complain.” I believe this is faulty logic. I don’t vote because my not voting is, as Jack Donovan has said, “a vote of no-confidence.”

By choosing to vote, you perpetuate this system. By getting drawn into the debate of one candidate versus another, you are falling to the same idiotic distraction that every other citizen is embroiled in, spewing their “stats” and “facts” on social media, arguing with foam dripping from your mouth that “your guy” is the one who will bring this place out of the swamp of ignorance and hate.

Your guy will be the one who brings about a free love utopia, or wall off the country from the foreign hordes defiling it, or whatever your concern is. From the pill-ridden hellholes of backwoods Appalachia to the concrete jungles and glass high rises of Los Angeles, everyone has an opinion, everyone takes part in the shit-show.

You are consuming the bread and circus with both hands, belly stuffed and bloated on the reality TV antics of talking heads and power merchants, puppets and figureheads who you have placed your faith in through the symbolic ego masturbation of “voting.”

The idea that with your ballot, you will change the flow of history, that the power structure has placed so much of their future to chance, to the rabble, the diseased, crawling, scrabbling masses- is utterly laughable.

The naivete that it takes to believe in such a fairy tale is staggering.

Further, I see intelligent men and women, who would label themselves “outlaws,” “rebels,” “free thinkers,” getting caught up in this mass hysteria, for one side or the other, aligning themselves with narcissistic billionaires or withered old social justice warriors, contributing to this insane waste of thought and energy.

I view the entire concept of voting as something akin to being locked in a cell with two rapists.

You know that you are about to be fucked by one of them, and a voice comes over a speaker from somewhere in the cell:

“You are about to be raped by one of these men. One will do it while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the other will say things which you find disagreeable. Please cast your ballot to choose which one.”

In a situation where I know a rape is inevitable, and that neither individual cares about me or what happens to me, I will not be complicit in the rape.

Rather, I will resist, and attempt to escape the room altogether.

Fly the black flag, and this year, vote for the best candidate of all: no one.


Because the aim of Operation Werewolf is not to remove hope, crush dreams, or be meaninglessly antagonistic, but rather, to empower the Self, to uplift the individual, and to resist the emptiness of the modern world; here are some ways you can create positive change in the world directly around you, and “vote” in a way that matters.

Buy local or support international small business. Supporting businesses run by people you know or actually want to see do well is a powerful way of “voting with your dollar,” and ensuring that you will see more of a thing. Each time you spend money, you are essentially saying “I want to see more of this.” Consider that when you spend.

Skill-share. Increasing the ability of your little tribe to fend for itself, from changing your oil or fixing your car, to building your own structures and growing food- educating your peer group on how to become more capable raises the strength and quality of life.

Create a trade-market. Reach out to those within your community and create a barter system. Teach jiu jitsu for homegrown produce. Fix bikes in trade for clothing repair. The possibilities are infinite- by removing capital from the equation, you set the value of things based on what’s real to the people involved.

It can be argued that you can’t pay your rent with good intentions, but you can! Trading work to reduce rent, or reducing other bills by trading skills and services for things you would otherwise pay for can free up cash that would have been spent elsewhere. Trust me, this works.

Take up an exercise routine or start learning a martial art. This is just good sense and will contribute not only to your overall sense of well-being more than winning an argument on Facebook ever could, but it is a tradeable skill, and something that cannot be taken away from you.

For more ideas on how to spend your time directly improving your world instead of relying on politicians to do so (because they never will), check out the Complete Zines over on the Equipment page.

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Why Train?

Artwork by Tatiana Marotta

Why do you train?
You train because you are better than them.
You are stronger than that pathetic compulsion to poison your body with laziness and excuses.
You are more evolved than the babbling, shit-talking insect swarm that stands outside the bar, exchanging useless words and validation for one another’s disgusting lifesyles like sexually transmitted disease.
You can rise above it all-
Cut through the weak part of yourself that craves to be LIKE them instead of SUPERIOR to them.
Because to not train makes you feeble. Unable to breathe. Unable to fight to the end of a single round, even if your life depended on it. Unable to fuck like a beast. Unable to run like a raging wolf.
Weak. Tired. A spineless maggot at the mercy of the world around him.
But you overcome this weakness, fully, cruelly shaping yourself into a legend.
For Strength. For Violence. For Sex and Death, those two prime motivators of the evolutionary process.
Grow, Train and Rise.  92.