Please consider subscribing to our FREE Telegram, where we post exclusive content, free e-books and training information, updates, news from the front lines, special offers and more.
If you enjoy this article, we’d appreciate if you shared it on any social media platforms you use, or with friends- our reach has been limited by the powers-that-be, and we appreciate your help.
You can also support Operation Werewolf by checking out our STORE and ordering gear- our new release shares a theme with this article.
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.
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.