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It’s the Plague!

We are all going to die.

…Eventually.

Some of us might even die from this latest run of the flu, which happens each year, to one degree or another- I know, I know…

THIS IS THE BIG ONE.

If you’re old, or infirm, or have a compromised immune system, or you’re just plain unlucky- it might get you.

You might also die from heart disease, which kills hundreds of thousands of people each year-

but no one seems to be running to the stores to unload all the things from their cart that could help them avoid that one. 

You might get into a traffic accident and die tomorrow, another one of the world’s most common mass-murderers.

I’m not writing this to make fun of anyone or belittle anyone’s response to this sickness…

Maybe just to make fun of all of us, though- a little bit. 

We could probably use the laugh. 

I’ve been assaulted non-stop over the last few weeks with relentless gloom and doom regarding the virus, and I’m at a point where I can only respond, like the famous Russian in Rocky IV-

“If he dies, he dies.”

There is a certain freedom in a healthy dash of fatalism- I’m not saying give up, or stop taking sensible health precautions.

I’m just saying, stop sharing bad news like you’re getting a dopamine kick from it.

The adrenaline, shock, fear, paranoia– the world has enough of that right now.

It could use a little more stiff upper lip. 

A little more courage, and friendly words of encouragement.

It could use those of us who claim to be improving ourselves and building our own communities on a daily basis being confident in that, and knowing that, as my friend Greg says:

“even if it isn’t fine- it’s fine.”

There’s little you can do to have control over global events like this.

If you die, you die. (Although statistically, it is HIGHLY unlikely you will die from this.)

But you can control your reaction to these events.

How you choose to approach them- not just that, but who you choose to be while they are occurring. 

Do you want to be the alarmist? The fear monger? The panicky bad-news parrot?

I’d rather be calm and collected, and let my people know that no matter what happens- it’s cool.

They can count on me, and-

even if it’s not fine…

It’s fine.

Keep your powder dry and keep your cool, y’all.

We’ll get through this like always.

I’m pulling for ya. 

– Paul

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Initiation And Greatness

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What is missing in this world more than anything else? Initiation. We’re simply cast into the world without purpose. We lack roots. We lack what almost every generation before ours could take for granted.

Among Indo-Europeans, the Wolf Cult was a bridge between childhood and becoming a man. Initiates symbolically “became” their tribe’s heroic dead, the line that stretched back to the beginning.

In Sparta, there was the famous agōgē (ἀγωγή) when young men were put into a grueling training program so they could defend their city-state.

In medieval Christendom, there were knightly orders that gave aspirants a sacred mission. Before they took their vows, they spent an all-night vigil meditating on their future life, enduring a black night of the soul before they began their career as warriors.

Many of these initiations were for teenagers or young men. However, we’re finding that others – including military veterans, fathers, and successful business owners – also feel like they are missing something. Whatever our age, our experiences seem devoid of any larger importance.

Men need a sacred mission to feel fulfilled. We need challenges. We need camaraderie. We need a goal. We need a path of ascent.

That’s what Werewolf Elite was designed to be. We’re reopening enrollment very soon. This weekend, we’ll be hosting Conclave with the first group that went through the program. You’ll be able to see what they have to say by following us here on the War Journal and on Telegram.

We are those who feel the modern world doesn’t offer us a clear purpose. We want a different kind of world, one we can build from the ground up. We want challenge, competition, and comrades. We want an Initiation into a tradition that goes back to the very beginning, entry into something that has always existed and will always exist.

For that reason, we’ve built a program that we aren’t just imposing on others, but are participating in ourselves. There is a financial cost, but it is the bare minimum that allows us to keep this program going and put on four events a year. Most importantly, we expect (and really demand) that those who pass through this program will emerge physically stronger, mentally disciplined, spiritually fortified, and financially wealthy.

Werewolf Elite includes:

  • Access to an exclusive forum with daily content and missions every weekday
  • The foundational text “It’s Not Enough” which outlines the requirements for the First Degree
  • Symbols of membership including patches, pins, and the insignia you receive if you complete the First Degree
  • A Master Log to track progress
  • Other exclusive content and gear only available to those enrolled in Werewolf Elite

Tier I enrollment also means you can attend four yearly events at Ulfheim to test for your degree.

We’re a growing group that has made the decision to turn our back on “mainstream” culture and pursue strength.

This is the new form that an Order must take during an age of decline. It can’t be passed down from on high from some existing institution. Those institutions have failed us. Instead, we’re going back to the absolute roots – blood, fire, ash, and ritual.

Perhaps you too feel this alienation, this sense that everything great in the world has already happened. Perhaps you too feel that you were born too late, or maybe too early. Perhaps you too are looking to become a part of a great Myth that will inspire people for generations.

That is what we’re offering. We’re doing the best we can to build something great. We’re doing this because we feel it Needs to exist, and we are sacrificing everything we can to make sure it does. We’re ordinary people who feel an extraordinary calling, and we’re building something greater than any of us.

If you too feel the Need to see something like this exist in the world, join us. A new Order is forming amidst the fires. If you too feel the call to Initiation, to Mission, to Purpose, then step forward.

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What Alternative Are You Building?

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Strength. Conquest. Tribe. Godhood. Myth. Honor.

We try to live these concepts as realities. And yet I’m revolting against the modern world on a laptop.  I’m telling you “The Revolution Is Not Online” on a website. One of our biggest problems is corporate censorship on social media.

We get it. We know how it sounds. “What matters is not how one fashions things,” said Spengler, “but what one does with them; not the weapon, but the battle.” Still, when it’s on a blue screen, using the term “battle” looks grandiose.

Yet what we are talking about has real consequences. You don’t have to look far to see what happens when our ideals are forbidden. While those with power don’t want you to hear this message, it’s doubtful that a generation ago I could even reach you. This technology must be used.

But used for what? It must be a means to a specific end, living the life we want in this world, not some fantasy world.

Let’s be honest. We all have those fantasies. But they are just fantasies and not even unique ones. Anyone who has mused about resisting a foreign invasion, surviving a zombie apocalypse, or exploring empty cities after a deadly plague is guilty of escapism.

I’m no less guilty than anyone else. I just recognize it doesn’t have any real worth.

The question is not what you think needs to be destroyed. The question is what you think you need to build.

You ­– not the government, not some patron, not some imaginary army coming to your rescue.

There’s a difference between escape and escapism. Escape means creating an alternative. Such an alternative can only be built on the periphery. It’s not about politics or ideology. It’s about doing what’s necessary so your “escape” can become your everyday reality.

This means humble beginnings. It means two friends talking about important concepts. It means small groups taking oaths of loyalty. It means reconnecting with roots and ritual. Most of all, it means having something that is totally your own.

Better a house, though a hut it be,

A man is master at home;

A pair of goats and a patched-up roof

Are better far than begging.

Even an empire can begin with two brothers.

Living well, they say, is the best revenge. I’d say living on your own terms is the most effective form of resistance. I have my tribe, my land, my oaths, my sigil, my gods. Can you say the same? If not, why not? There’s nothing stopping you.

I’m not pretending to have the universal answer. But I do know many people are trying to recreate meaning in this world through the Werewolf Elite program, something I’m subjecting myself to.

We’ll be reopening it in a few days. You’ll hear from those building a real alternative to an empty existence.

Whether the world is burning or not is largely beyond your control. Whatever your – our – fantasies, we can’t radically change things from the center. Even if we had such power, you and I might not agree on the solutions, or even the problems.

But we don’t need to worry about such questions. Scenes that most people would consider extraordinary – burning ships, powerful oaths, tribes forming across the continent – are normal to me. These things exist because people around the world felt they needed to exist. Now they do.

Self-awareness isn’t irony. There’s nothing ironic about what we advocate or fake about what we’re building. We demand it now, not in some imaginary afterlife or fantasy scenario.

The only question is whether you want it too. Another way is possible. Take that first step on the Wolf Road and vow to walk it to the end. Once you do, you will never walk it alone.

Hans Pape’s woodcut from an edition of Hermann Löns’s 1910 novel Der Wehrwolf. The story is about a farmer who builds a force of peasants that defend themselves from marauding armies during the Thirty Years’ War. By the end, he’s built a small army himself.

Hermann Löns, despite being relatively old and sickly, volunteered for service in World War I. He was killed in action in 1914.  

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The Red God

THE RED GOD

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Written for Operation Werewolf by Paul Waggener

I’ve written before about the Odinic path.

It is arcane, esoteric, tortuous, and often deceptive.

This is why Odin was never seen as a god of the people, and the title “Allfather” that is used by liberals to refer to him as some kind of multicultural “Father Abraham” is just another disgusting infection of a once powerful mythology.

Odin was a name that inspired more fear and mistrust than love- he was a father of conflict and dying, a chieftain of unknown principles and untrustworthy dealings.

The people loved Thor.

He was loved because he is not subtle- he does not represent the hidden or unseen things in this life, or in nature.

A champion of the tribal enclosure, the border between what is “us” and what is “them,” Thor is a representative of military might and the fighting man.

A wrestler and a warlord- the very weapon in his hands is a holy symbol to him and to his people, and with that agent of protection and destruction, the people hallowed their sacred places.


Where Odin is the intoxication in sex and death, the ecstasy found in the act of creation or killing- Thor is the feeling of being drunk on strength itself.

He is the red blood surging in the veins, and the heart thundering as it pumps through the flesh during moments of physical conquest.

He is direct and known by all who are engaged in Militant Strength Culture because Red Thor is militant strength.

He is power exerted externally, a crusher of enemies, and a keeper of boundaries.

The awful might of the crashing thunder and the sheer devastation of the lightning bolt, and the sensation of one’s power overcoming obstacle and obstruction in feats of strength or of combat. 

 

Nowadays, like most things, both Red Thor and his symbols are something of a joke, in much the same way as Christians have seen Jesus and the cross become a joke.

Something without meaning, worn as a trinket or adornment with no real commitment.

This is because they have been made into a joke, both by those who disrespect our roots and culture, as well as those who claim some kind of ownership over them by blood or religion instead of by action.

Because, just like Odin, we cannot worship Thor with prayers and adornment- we can only join his gang.

We can only worship through emulation.

A weak person or an obese one wearing a Thor’s hammer are commiting an act of flagrant disrespect and dishonor- unless actively transforming themselves into an appropriate representative of the god and lifestyle that hammer is a sign of.

To worship Thor is to engage in the Cult of Strength, and the Cult of the Fighter.

In our day and age, this might look like military or mercenary training- strongman, powerlifting, MMA, wrestling, jiu jitsu and so on.

To even wear the hammer is a commitment to a life of rigorous training and readiness to engage in conflict against those who threaten your family, your tribe, your way of life.

The Thor’s Hammer originally began to be worn as a sign of defiance against external religion and foreign invasion from those looking to subjugate and convert the North.

It was a middle finger and a clenched fist to the desert religion that sought to supplant it in its own home. 

In our time, the Thor’s Hammer should be seen as a symbol of rejection of a culture that glorifies weakness and victimhood, exalts mental illness and infirmity, and has inverted the concept of “heroism” to a parody.

It should be worn as a contract, a symbol of entry into the Gang of Thor, the Cult of Strength, the Way of the Gun, the Path of the Grappler or Fighter. 

Our traditions and cultural expression is only dead if we let it die by becoming invalid or desacralized, no longer relevant or vital.

But they are relevant, and they are vital, now perhaps more than ever.

It is time to reclaim these symbols and invest in them new meaning and belief, by those who are strong of heart and ready to engage fully in a life of conviction and truth and power.

Our god is the red blood in our veins, and the thunder in our hearts.

We give homage and worship to Red Thor in the holy places of strength and war.

Red blood. Red thunder. Red god.