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Werewolf Elite Program – Final Enrollment

We started the Werewolf Elite Program at the beginning of 2020 in answer to a widespread call from Operatives for something “more.”

 

It can be considered the “all-in” level of involvement for Operation Werewolf- a system of development that covers the Physical, the Mental, the Spiritual and the Temporal. 

 

It isn’t based around social media, or a flashy marketing set-up. 

 

Instead, we use an old-school forum, where daily content is posted for you to learn from and follow as a blueprint toward a more capable, more functional, more focused, and higher performing version of your current self. 

 

We cannot “show you the way to yourself,” as that is something only you can do, and we don’t pretend to have all the answers. 

 

However, what we provide is a structured system with concrete goals and milestones, that come in the form of “Degrees” that the Operative will test for at physical events each quarter. 

 

Those who enroll will be put through the First Degree of the Program- 

 

Following the directions clearly written in the First Degree handbook, “It’s Not Enough,” they will embark on a process of “tearing down,” going back to basics, and stripping away the unnecessary and the unproductive from their lives. 

 

They will begin a daily journal of their process, and will be expected to hit certain milestones mentally and physically before they can test into the more arduous Second Degree. 

 

The Elite Forum is the only digital platform that we use for the Program- those who are following along from other countries who cannot make it to our physical events have still found it to be worthwhile, but where the Program truly comes alive is at these events. 

 

Hosted on Wolves property, the Operative will undergo a full experience ranging from the physical to the spiritual as he or she receives instruction from the highest level individuals in the network on topics ranging from mental hardness to barbell coaching, meditation and breathing practices, and much more- 

 

We are interested in what increases performance across the board, and use common sense and no bullshit approaches to our methodology, presented by individuals who can prove these methods through time tested success. 

 

Perhaps the strongest piece of the puzzle with the Elite Program is the networking that is created, and the positive pressure and energy we’ve seen created through this endeavor. 

 

Here’s a sampling of what Operatives have said about their time in the Program:

 

“For many years I’ve longed to live up to an image of an archetype, yet I did not have proper direction or consistency. Werewolf Elite has provided me with the path and the means to do so. I intend to give back wholeheartedly. There is no turning back!” – Jeremy

 

“Direction. Accountability. Fuel. 

 

While OPWW had laid out the framework for attaining well-rounded growth (Spiritual / Mental / Physical / Connections / Temporal), the WWE program made it come to life. 

 

The goal of passing the First Degree tests gave me: direction for each aspect of the framework, accountability to put in the work necessary to pass, and fuel to keep going regardless of how I felt. 

 

The commissions to read two books/month and to have an active participation in a Muay Thai gym have both been key in leveling up my confidence over the past quarter. 

 

Overall, my standards for what I will expect of myself have been elevated and I’m really looking forward to seeing how the Werewolf Elite program continues to unfold.” – Diego

 

“Elite to me has been about becoming the best version of myself I can be. 

 

I have felt more compelled to drive myself to my breaking points physically knowing I have the knowledge and know how to mentally keep going. 

 

I feel I have erased any bad habits and mastered my mind more than anything. 

 

Prior to Elite I believed true strength came from pushing weight. How much? How often? But now My perceptions have been altered. 

 

True strength is being able to endure. To continue the path even when all odds are against you. 

 

Mental strength is what I am most grateful for.” – Tara

 

 

 

We are offering one final enrollment for the rest of the year. 

 

There will be no more openings after this, and no further opportunities to attend our Fall and Winter Conclave. 

 

If you already enrolled and would like to continue for the rest of the year, we would be happy to keep you onboard- you will receive access and a copy of the Master Log.

 

If you considered it, but missed your chance earlier in the year, now is the final opening- you will receive access, a copy of the Master Log and a print copy of “It’s Not Enough.”

 

Both those who are re-enrolling and those newly enrolled will have the opportunity to attend our Fall and Winter events via RSVP when the time comes.

 

For the sake of simplicity, we will offer access to the Program through the end of the year for $250. 

 

Those who don’t plan to attend the physical events will not be charged anything on top of this, and those who do plan to attend can pay the event fee only if they decide to be there, upon RSVPing. 

 

If you have any questions, feel free to email them to werewolfcommand@gmail.com

 

Further, due to the current global events, we are unable to get more than our current stock of print materials, meaning our space for this program is limited to the amount we have in hand.

 

As of posting this piece, there are only a total of 77 spots left available- this includes both re-enrollment and new enrollment, and there will be no further slots offered this year. 

Werewolf Elite – 2020 Remainder (July – December)

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DIGNITAS.

Written 6.24.20 by Paul Waggener

I’ve been running the program of life reform called Operation Werewolf for quite a few years now.

What began as a journal of my intentions and goals to recover my life from despair and poison became a more outward expression- something I hoped would help other people like me find their way.

It evolved into something of a “starter kit,” a crash course on health and fitness, mental strength, and tribal organization that many people around the world connected with, and made their own.

There have been aspects of it that have certainly been gratifying- I’ve met many people of very high caliber in several different countries, several of whom I call my friends now.

There have been breathtaking moments I wouldn’t trade for anything- watching the setting sun glint off a perfectly clear lake hidden deep in the German forests with my European brothers.

Standing in an open window at the top of a castle overlooking the Thuringian countryside as a sudden hailstorm hit and turned the landscape white and wild in a few minutes.

Sharing an emotional moment on a bridge in the small Italian village of Chioggia, sharing quiet words with Norwegians and Serbians as the sunset smeared purples and reds across the night sky.

Waist deep in the cold water of the ocean off the coast of Jutland, under the stern gaze of a wooden statue of Thor as my Scandinavian brother Nino baptized us with beer and we sang the cold away. 

But for all this, I have found much of it to be frustrating, embarrassing, and ugly.

I feel a bit like Victor Frankenstein must have when he beheld his creation and saw that he had indeed created life, but of what kind?

There are many things that have created this feeling of revulsion in me when I see people claiming affiliation, many things that if they had simply read what I’ve written, they would understand that this is “not for them.”

Perhaps the most grotesque of these behaviors is how many lack simple modesty.

There is a certain clownish absurdity in acting vainglorious when your achievements are plebeian.

Boasting of your amateur lifts while world champions maintain a grounded humility.

Posting your comically poor fighting or grappling form with combative words like “what the hell did *you* do today,” while people who could break every bone in your body exist quietly in training facilities in every city across the world.

Proclaiming yourself a leader of some kind while displaying a total lack of discipline or self-awareness, a total lack of responsibility or leadership-worthy qualities.

It seems in this age, we have lost our sense of dignity, and our sense of humility.

Before anyone begins weeping or gnashing the teeth about me writing about “Christian virtues,” let’s look at definitions and etymologies for just a moment:

modesty (n.)

1530s, “freedom from exaggeration, self-control,” from Middle French modestie or directly from Latin modestia “moderation, sense of honor, correctness of conduct”

humility (n.)

early 14c., “quality of being humble,” from Old French umelite “humility, modesty” (Modern French humilité), humilis“lowly, humble,” literally “on the ground,” from humus “earth,” from PIE root *dhghem-“earth.”

I like the idea of humility coming from “humus,” or “earth.” I have always understood the word to mean not “self-deprecating,” but instead- grounded.

Even if our goals are in the stratosphere, our feet are rooted in the earth, and our sense of awareness of our own achievements must be “free from exaggeration.”

The word humility is also where we get the mafia term “omertà,” being a code of conduct or sense of honor in keeping with the definition we see of modesty, above.

The term dignity simply means “worthy,” that is, a state of being worthy of respect or honor. The root of the word means “accept,” implying that respect is not something taken- it is something that one can only accept when it is given.

You do not create respect and honor for yourself by being a braggart, or a loudmouth.

You attain and enter into the state of dignity by being modest about your achievements, even when they may be great.

The understanding that there is always someone greater than yourself, and if there is no one greater in your field, you show modesty and a humble nature to those beneath you, and inspire them to become better, by lifting them up or challenging them in a way that is *dignified*.

If there is anything I regret at this point, it is that I began the external process of this operation without making these traits the bedrock.

In my own tribe, there is a line of our oath, in which we swear to be not just strong or war-like, but also to be kind.

There is no weakness in modesty, no cowardice in kindness.

There is a calm strength that begins to flow like a spring in the ground, in the humus, when the ego is slowly loosed and we become more modest, more measured, more honorable, more kind.

My spring is still just a trickle, but I believe it will one day become an ocean, and that ocean will be named dignitas.



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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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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.


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In Hoc Signo Vinces

The Standard

In the year 9, three Roman legions were destroyed by the Cherusci chieftain Hermann. Germania was spared Gaul’s fate of becoming just another province.

Most people who identify with or even know about the Germanic gods are familiar with the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest. It’s almost cliché.

Fewer know what the Romans did during the disaster. The greatest disgrace for a Roman soldier was to lose their “eagle,” their standard. One Roman standard bearer, refusing to give the barbarians the satisfaction of a captured eagle, reportedly threw himself into the bog with it. He drowned. The eagle was lost, or, in that soldier’s last thoughts, saved.

Many people know the Emperor Augustus supposedly wandered the palace after the disaster, crying, “Where are my legions?” But other accounts have him saying, “Where are my eagles?”

One highlight of Augustus’s reign was ensuring the return of eagles that the Persians had captured in a previous war. Even though he got them back through diplomacy, not war, Augustus treated it like a great victory. The Romans getting the eagles back is even depicted on Augustus’s armor on the famous statue we’ve all seen.

It’s easy to be ironic about eagles, flags, or other standards. In one play, Shakespeare’s character Falstaff dismisses the very idea of honor as absurd (“a mere scutcheon”) and says, “I’ll [have] none of it.” But his friend who becomes King Henry V gives those heroic speeches (“Once more into the breach” and “We band of brothers”) that audiences respond to even now.

Napoleon supposedly said that “a soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.” If he indeed said it, he didn’t mean it cynically. He restored the tradition of giving “eagles” to his regiments. Of course, while they were a rallying point for the men, they were also targets for enemies. If a person captured one, he was a national hero.

But at the end of the day, they were chunks of metal.

The same is true of flags. If you identify with a certain country, its flag is something sacred; if you hate it, it’s something vile. If you don’t care, it’s just a piece of cloth.

We stroll past things in museums that earlier people thought were powerful, sacred, worth killing or dying for. This age has its own taboos, ones that will appeal foolish to future generations. The same person who smirks at a hero’s tomb will react like a scandalized Puritan if you question the equality of all men.

The anarchist Max Stirner said ideas like “God,” “Fatherland,” or “property rights” were just “spooks,” empty ghosts that people have created for themselves or to trick others. Most people think they are really serving some higher purpose when they are just fulfilling their own self-interest, or being fooled into serving someone else’s.  There’s a lot of truth in what he says.

Yet is it really that simple? Like the Roman who killed himself to spite his victorious enemies, there are countless examples of men who sacrifice all that they have for honor’s sake, even if it seems pointless, even if nobody will ever notice. That’s why we respond to tales of heroism and sacrifice, even in defense of causes that make no sense to us today. “You say it is the good cause that hallows any war. I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.”

There’s something inherent in us that wants to reach beyond ourselves; there’s something in life that reaches beyond life.

We read that Odin sacrificed “himself to himself” to gain knowledge. There are many ways to interpret this, but one is that he was willing to pay the price of death to glimpse a truth, even for just a moment. Think of the concept of a “good death,” which different cultures like that of the Japanese, the American Indians, and the Vikings all shared.  There was this concept of ultimate self-realization at the moment of your extinction. When famine, war, disease, and tyranny were so omnipresent, the way you met your death was basically the only choice you had.

Today, many people probably don’t even realize when they are dying because they are drugged up or unconscious. Yet ultimately, most still have that same choice. More than that, we have the far more important choice of deciding not what we will die for, but what we will live for, and how we will live.

In the past, heroes fought for a god, a flag, a king, or some other authority because they were in an environment where it was expected. Your identity was assigned to you. This was comforting in many ways.

We are wiser now, or perhaps just more cynical. We have the terrifying, awful freedom to choose our standard, to create our own eagle. We aren’t assigned it automatically. There’s no Emperor to order you forward, no warrior king to take you on a great quest. We must do it ourselves.

In this consumerist, post-honor, and increasingly post-human society, it’s easy to walk away from commitments, to shed identities, to “choose” a religion with no more thought than you might choose Amazon or Netflix. Even Marx wrote, “All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned.”

Of course, he was wrong; new idols have simply been created to replace the old ones and blasphemers are punished in the same old ways. Now, the priests of weakness preach the creed of self-degradation, and call it humanity; of degeneracy, which they call liberation.

What has truly been destroyed is the older idea of heroism, of living your life to serve something greater, higher, and nobler than yourself. Even if these concepts are just self-created, what’s been taken away is the idea of “sacrificing yourself to yourself,” of forging yourself into your own Ideal, of living a Myth and so making it real.

This is why Operation Werewolf is necessary. There is a Need to create a real culture, to worship strength, to tap into an everlasting Tradition and make it relevant to this time. In an Empire of ashes and dust, we must look to Iron and Blood to rekindle the living spirit of something authentic.

It is here. It exists now. The black flag of the Operation has been unfurled, the Totenwolf revealed, the Iron Age upon us. It is a challenge to all the world, but ultimately it is a challenge to ourselves.

Are we willing to rally around this standard? Will we accomplish what we say we will? If necessary, will we sacrifice all for this banner, the way a legionnaire would value his life as nothing before the eagle?

Many have enrolled in Werewolf Elite. Yet Operatives who didn’t, for whatever reason, are still part of this. They are still claiming the same standard. They are still creating this rising culture.

As you go into the new year, there’s a question you must ask yourself. What standard are you showing to the world? Are you willing to defend it to the end? What are the values that you proclaim? Are you going to be the person you say you are?

At a time of deracination, degradation, and entropy, we raise the banner of strength. We rally to no standard but our own. We show our belief in the Myth by living it. And we will create something that lasts forever under the banner of the wolf.

Iron and Blood,

Operative 413

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The First King: Birth of an Empire – Review

Every empire begins with a tribe. Every tribe begins with a cult.

The First King is ostensibly about Romulus, Remus, and the creation of Rome. Yet it’s really about leadership and identity.

There are no marble columns or statues in this story, no patrician class. Romulus and Remus are two shepherds eking out a living, covered in dirt and grime. After they are almost killed by a flood, they are captured and enslaved by masked warriors from Alba Longa.

They and other slaves are forced to fight to the death as part of a sacrifice. Romulus tells his brother to beat him mercilessly. When the priestess approaches to ritualistically smear blood on the “dead” Romulus, he awakens and grabs her. The other slaves break their bonds and kill their enslavers. Romulus is wounded, but he tells us brother that “the god,” represented by the fire kept by the priestess, is coming with them now.

Romulus defies two conventions. He touches the sacred priestess and he claims ownership over the fire. However, he does not deny the god’s existence or the power of Tradition. Instead, he claims it for his own new tribe.

The small band of slaves and rogues escape into a forest. They want to kill the wounded Romulus, but Remus insists that Romulus be saved. However, at one point, Remus goes to find food, and one of the men takes this chance to finish off Romulus, this burden to the group.

However, the priestess builds a “sacred fire” around the wounded man and invokes horrible curses on anyone who crosses it. Terrified, the man backs down. Remus then returns with a deer he’s slaughtered, and it’s clear he has become the leader. In fact, he proclaims himself “king.” The first king is not Romulus, but Remus.

The men then kill a band of warriors from a nearby village. Remus enters the village with his warriors, with the head of the former leader on a pike. He claims the village as the seat of his new kingdom. The priestess wonders whether he is a kind of god.

However, after a sacrifice, the priestess inspects the entrails and says that one brother must kill the other in order to create a powerful state. Everyone assumes this means Remus must kill the wounded Romulus.

Remus responds in Nietzschean fashion. He defies the prophecy and ties the priestess in the woods to be devoured by beasts. He burns the village down and lets the sacred fire go out. He kills a villager in cold blood. When defied, he forces men to bow before him. He asserts that “the god” isn’t real, and that men will make their own fates.

Romulus, now somewhat healed, confronts his brother. Remus, ashamed, goes to find the priestess, but she has already been mauled by animals and is on the verge of death. She tells him to “run away.”

Meanwhile, Romulus consoles the mourning villagers and helps them bury the dead men with the appropriate rites. He also rekindles the sacred fire and picks a young girl to feed it for the rest of her life. She is the first Vestal Virgin.

Remus regathers the remainder of his small group of warriors and try to flee the area by crossing a river. Unfortunately, the mounted soldiers from Alba Longa have finally come for revenge. They are outmatched, but Romulus and the villagers arrive to rescue them.

Yet even after this, Remus insists on his regal title. He wants everyone to bow to him. There’s an old legend that Romulus killed Remus after the latter leapt over Rome’s initial walls. Romulus then said something like, “Woe to whoever overleaps my bounds.”

In this film, Romulus makes a boundary between Remus and the sacred fire. Remus crosses it and is slain in the ensuring fight. Romulus is horrified at what he’s done, but recognizes it was necessary. Remus repents just before death, recognizing that Romulus is his king.

The small group burns the body and Romulus says his brother’s strength will guide this new settlement, Rome.

It will be a haven for slaves and outcasts, who will in turn become masters of the Earth.

If Operation Werewolf is about anything, it’s about worshiping strength. However, strength is not enough. Remus is the strongest, yet his power and charisma can’t build a society. Romulus is powerful but also what Nietzsche calls a “creator of peoples.”

He gives them a faith and a creed to bind them together. He reconnects to an ancient tradition – the sacral fire that represents the presence of “the god.” Yet he also violates the taboos. He appeals to something eternal but he adapts it to his own needs, his own time, and his own conditions.

Remus is a great warrior – the priestess even admits he is something of a god. Yet because he does not link that strength to anything greater than himself, he is ultimately defeated. His claims to “kingship” over a petty band of scruffy villagers seem pathetic and self-aggrandizing.

Yet to his credit, Remus recognizes this. Before he dies, he salutes Romulus as “my king.” In turn, Romulus holds up Remus’s strength and pride as noble qualities for his new Romans to follow.

And who are his new Romans? Outcasts, former slaves, a few warriors, some old men. But Romulus teaches them that they are strong if they are united. Outcasts can become a tribe, a tribe with a tradition becomes a people, a people can create a rising culture.

What is the ultimate goal of Werewolf Elite? Of course, there’s the objective of Total Life Reform. However, like Romulus, we want to link people to an eternal tradition that is expressing itself in new forms.

Even if you can deadlift 600 pounds, defeat anyone in a fight, overcome any physical challenge, it can only go so far if you aren’t part of something larger. Werewolf Elite is about forging something greater than ourselves.

Individual physical strength is the foundation. It’s necessary to everything we want to accomplish. But by itself, it is insufficient.

There is one final opportunity to enroll in Werewolf Elite. Then, we are cutting it off. If you feel the call to not only rebuild yourself, but build something greater than yourself, this is for you.

Remember, even Rome started with just two men.

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Of Wolves and Rulership

Written for Operation Werewolf by Operative 413

 

“A prince ought to have no other aim or thought, nor select anything else for his study, than war…” The Prince, Machiavelli 

 

“The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.” – The Book of Job

 

The Book of Job uses “war” to represent strain, slavery, and life’s endless burdens. In contrast, Machiavelli describes war as the sole study of rulers and the means for the lowly to reach greatness. It’s a means of ascent and somehow life-affirming. Those rulers who don’t keep it at the forefront of their minds are displaced–as they should be. 

 

War, then, is a constant. It’s fought with guns by states and gangs. It’s fought in a more dishonest manner with media smears and betrayals. War is simply the eternal struggle for power, through whatever means. 

 

Most of us don’t deal with an invading army. Yet some of us wish we did…anything for a sense of clear purpose. Of course, there’s also this despairing, nagging feeling that their world isn’t even worth fighting for.  No wonder so many feel the temptation of the noose, the needle, or the gun. In a society like this, depression is a sign of vitality. 

 

Why is it this way? Machiavelli knew that wise rulers must master both the war of force and the war of fraud. In the former, enemies are defeated honestly. In the latter, they are reduced to “hirelings” through deceit.

 

Clearly, we’re in the latter position today, and it’s been shaped this way deliberately. 

 

In The Prince, Machiavelli advises rulers “to choose the fox and the lion; because the lion cannot defend himself against snares and the fox cannot defend himself against wolves.” A ruler, he says, should be “half beast and half man,” and attributes the law as fitting to men, and force as fitting to beasts. 

 

Yet he also dispassionately notes the “faithlessness of princes” and the worthlessness of promises. “He who has known best how to employ the fox has succeeded best,” he says. A leader should be a “great pretender and dissembler.” 

 

If that’s what’s fitting to men, I prefer beasts. 

 

Machiavelli advises, accurately, that even when a prince plots the destruction of his enemies, people should see him as “merciful, faithful, humane, upright, and religious.” That sounds familiar. 

 

How often do we hear sanctimonious, self-righteous slogans or pleas of victimhood, guilting us into surrendering power and control over our own lives? It’s nothing but a trick–a cynical way of gaining power, self-interest disguised as self-sacrifice

 

Yet Machiavelli was just explaining the way things work. Whatever men or women say, life is about the pursuit of power. The more someone claims altruism, the more you should suspect their motives. 

 

However, I think if he was alive today, Machiavelli would rewrite some of his axioms. He dealt with men like Lorenzo the Magnificent, Cesare Borgia, Julius II. Even his “foxes” possessed virtú, the drive to accomplish great deeds.

 

We’re in a world without lions. When you look at so-called “elites” in the media, in politics, in culture… does anyone feel fear? Awe? Even respect? You’re more likely to feel utter contempt. Yet at the end of the day, these are the people who rule you. Today, a journalist triggered by a mean tweet ultimately has more power than the most highly trained soldier. 

 

The virtues of the “lion”–the ability to fight, to hunt, to lead groups of men–seem antiquated. Some tell us men themselves are outdated.  

 

We’re ruled, in short, by foxes, by the masters of the lie. They’ve ensnared the lions, or at least tamed them. Proud boasts about strength or bragging on social media doesn’t disguise this reality. 

 

Still, Machiavelli also says the “fox cannot defend himself against the wolves.” There’s something more to this than just metaphor. 

 

The Wolf is a powerful archetype that reaches back to the origins of many cultures. The Wolf is the outcast, yet also works as part of a cohesive unit, united under a natural hierarchy. The Wolf doesn’t simply try to overwhelm a foe with a direct charge. It hunts, it tracks, it uses skill and an uncanny wisdom to bring down its prey. More than that, by working as a group, it can overwhelm even the largest creature. 

 

And, as Machiavelli says, the fox cannot defend itself against the outsider, the beast in the night. Outside the civilized realm, that is, the controlled system, tricks and fraud don’t work. 

 

Today, only in the darkness can truth be victorious. 

 

Machiavelli advises those who wish to gain renown to be a “either a true friend or a downright enemy… he who conquers does not want doubtful friends who will not aid him in the time of trial.” Here again, we see this idea of an “honor culture,” where respect and fear are linked. 

 

Strong words must be backed by strong deeds, else they weaken the speaker. We live in a time where, thanks to social media, there’s more boasting and bragging than ever, yet the culture is dominated by those pose as victims and weaklings. There’s a lesson here in the real nature of modern power, for those with the wit to see it. 

 

How do we respond? It’s not fitting to cringe, fake, and pretend like the lords of lies we see on the blue screens. It wouldn’t work anyway. We can’t deceive like those born to it. 

 

No, in an age of decline, we must take a road different than that of the fox or the lion. We must look to the periphery, to the darkness, to the real world that exists apart from online gossip or media manipulation. We look to the Wolf.

 

Rather than trying to beat liars at their own system, we must defeat them by ignoring them. We must approach life with a radical sincerity. We must use terms like honor, loyalty, tribe, and ritual and defend our banner with the fanaticism of rabid animals

 

At the same time, this must be done deliberately and with structure. We must be aware that we are connecting with something vital lying within the very blood of our species. 

 

This is why Werewolf Elite has been created. 

 

You are already in a war. You are ruled. Yet you still have a choice. 

 

Do you want to throw away your life in pointless braggadocio and self-deception? 

 

Do you want the life of a “hireling,” yearning for the peace of the grave? 

 

Or do you want a chance to carve out a saga that means something, that offers you a path, purpose and Initiation into something greater? 

 

That is what has been created. That is what begins in just a few weeks. This is not simply a fitness plan, some self-help group, or a logo for edgy photos. This is a program of Total Life Reform, an honor culture of group accountability, and standards that will be ruthlessly enforced. 

 

The purpose is nothing less than to wage the war of life in a new way, to remake the world as we see fit. 

 

If you’re satisfied with the way things are, then this isn’t for you. 

 

If you’re scared of some mean words online, there are other things you can do with your time. 

 

If you’re content to be a “hireling,” read no more.

 

If you want your life to mean something, sign up for updates here. Werewolf Elite launches December 1. And we intend to shake the cosmos with what we are creating. 

 

This is the Wolf Road to power, the means to tear free of the lies and snares that are holding you back and to remake yourself in the forge of trial, struggle, and brotherhood. We don’t promise you something easy. We promise you something that will make you stronger, more capable, more driven, and, for the few, a brotherhood that not even death can sunder

 

“Nothing recommends a prince so highly to the world as great enterprises and noble expressions of his own valor and conduct,” wrote Machiavelli. 

 

It’s still possible for such things, even in this world. For you princes of men out there, for you who still have the blood of victorious ancestors and conquerors, this is your sign.

 

Join us.  

 

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Become Hegemon

Written for Operation Werewolf by Operative 413

The Hegemon is the one who has dominance. Power. Authority. In reference to a state, the Hegemon is the superpower and the arbiter. In reference to a person, the Hegemon is the commander. 

If you believe certain mouthpieces, the Hegemon is also a problem to be solved. 

“Hegemonic Masculinity” is a theory created a few decades ago. It claims there is a certain ideal of a man which justifies the domination of women and lesser men. 

What is the hegemonic male? He is aggressive, powerful, and capable of violence. He doesn’t display weakness. He is successful and competes with other men to show his worth. He is attractive to women. 

He is the general, the tycoon, the patriarch. He is both Aristocrat and Outlaw. He imposes his will on the world. 

This is bad, mouthpieces say, because it creates or justifies inequality between men and women. It also “marginalizes” men who don’t act this way. 

Similarly, some argue we are trapped in the “man box.” The box is constructed by expectations, the code of conduct of a “real man.” You are forced into this pattern of behavior whether you want to be or not. 

If you violate these expectations, you are punished. You are mocked. You are bullied. You might be attacked or killed. At least they say so. 

We’re trapped, we’re told, because we are expected to show strength, aggression, stoicism. For our own liberation, we are told, we must escape the box of masculinity. 

Should we thank those who promise to liberate us? Whenever someone tells you that you must question your values, you need to ask yourself something different. How does it benefit this person if I do what he or she says?

You may notice that those who lecture you about “privilege” and “equality” do so from positions of almost unfathomable power. Those called “marginal” are the ones in charge. 

Hegemonic Masculinity is a “social construct” supposedly forced on us. Yet the journalists, the academics, the politicians, the corporate-approved musicians, the human resources mangers… do they not have power? 

Can they not create “social constructs” of their own? 

Do they not attack us if we violate their expectations?

You’ve read the articles online decrying masculinity. You’ve sat through the trainings at your job or watched the videos online. Have they ever made you feel better? Or more worthless? Malleable? Controllable? 

Men are simply being forced into a new box. We are twisted, mutilated and crushed so we can fit into a new little container labeled “Consumer.” There’s no room to move inside. There is no Man or Woman, anyway, just interchangeable units with assigned opinions and activities. 

Masculinity is not simply a “social construct.” The decline of testosterone in men, a biological reality, has had huge effects in the developed world, in cultures as different as Japan and America. Study after study confirms that a decline in testosterone leads to an increase in depression, as well as feelings of fatigue and lack of focus. 

If we were serious about helping men, we might talk about why this is happening biologically. We might talk how this contributes to the lack of purpose many men feel. We might talk about the collapse of communities, institutions, and families. Instead, we’re told that our speech, thoughts, and behavior must be policed even more. If you don’t like it, there’s always antidepressants, opioids, or porn. Anything to shut you up, preferably for good.  

When the System’s powerful masquerade as victims, a noble soul should feel contempt. “Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein,” said Goethe. “None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.” Slavery often arrives in the guise of liberation. 

The weaker you are, the stronger they become. So why wouldn’t the mouthpieces preach the gospel of decay?

There is always a Hegemon. It may not be a man or a state. It may simply be a System, a culture, an ideology or a class. But something always rules. 

This is true of individuals. Who rules you? Are you Hegemon of your own life? 

Every day, you have feelings of weakness, laziness, or greed. It may be something as simple as wanting to skip a workout or eat processed garbage. Instead of improving yourself, you watch a crappy movie you’ve seen already. 

You must become Hegemon of yourself, commanding your body and mind to the upward path. You must despise feelings of pain and resistance.

The Hegemon commands himself ruthlessly. Each moment that passes is a defeat unless it is filled with furious, victorious action. He is dictator of his soul, master of his passions, commander of his entire being. His body and mind become a united Legion that marches forth conquering and to conquer. 

Yes, the “Hegemonic Man” is an Ideal. Intellectually we know realizing an Ideal is impossible. But fuck intellect. Fuck rationality. Immanentize the eschaton and pursue it with total abandon and sacred madness.

What of groups? These “masculinity” experts say that men need to get in touch with their feelings of weakness or inadequacy. What is so sickening is that we live in a culture seemingly designed to make us sick, spiritually and physically. The medicine prescribed is the very poison that made us this way.  

We are told about having a “shoulder to cry on.” Yet when a group endlessly wallows in weakness, does anyone ever emerge? Suicides, overdoses, and self-destruction spread like a virus. 

What about these post-men who have deconstructed themselves? Constantly on the brink of hysteria, their mindset utterly determined by what appears on their blue screens, do they seem happy or content? For that matter, what about many modern women? Are they happy now that they are “liberated?”

Of course, we are all weak sometimes. A relationship ends, a child dies, a horrific disease strikes from nowhere. Our soul cracks. We give in to despair. Many of us will grow old and enfeebled in body. King Death takes us in the end. 

When we fall, we look to our tribe to lift us. This works only if the tribe itself is a banner of strength, if our brothers and sisters fill our hearts with fire, passion, and contempt for pain and suffering. Strength attracts strength. 

I have seen the strongest men I know, men I freely admit are far stronger than me mentally and physically, brought low. I have seen how tribe has ripped them out of the abyss to restore them to their higher self and drive onward. And in my weak moments, they have done the same for me. 

This is what the mouthpieces will never understand. When a brother is stronger than me, I want to surpass him. In a contest, I want to defeat him. In a fight, I want to hurt him. Yet this isn’t an expression of hostility, but loyalty. 

In a tribe or group, there is always a Hegemon. But the best don’t make their followers feel worthless. What glory is there in tending a flock of sheep? 

The Hegemon elevates his Companions. He makes them feel like he is leading them on a heroic journey, a saga that will be remembered. He demands the impossible. He pushes them to surpass themselves. He challenges them to surpass him. And when age, battle or misfortune finally claims him, the Hegemon is remembered. 

This is the true secret of Valhalla. A man can become legend through his deeds. He lives eternally in the deeds he inspires in his brothers. He becomes a god who posthumously commands his followers to Keep Rising. 

This is how we become Hegemon over King Death Himself. 

I said you should question the self-interest of anyone who preaches morality at you. So what do I gain if you believe me? I may gain a strong opponent I will face someday. I may gain a source of inspiration. It’s possible I may even gain a comrade or brother I will see across the fire. But I know I don’t benefit from your weakness and depravity. 

Can the mouthpieces say the same?

You are a creature of limited means and power. You have this brief time to justify your existence. Marshall what resources you have. Rally to the banner of strength. Smash the box they want to put you in and forge your own path to immortality. 

Become Hegemon.

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The Wolf God and the Ecstatic Host

Written for Operation Werewolf by Operative 413

Wodan id est furor – Adam of Bremen

There is one true Wolf Cult. It has existed from the beginning. It manifests in different forms throughout the millennia. Yet it always serves the same function. 

Kris Kershaw’s The One-eyed God: Odin and the (Indo-) Germanic Männerbünde gives us a glimpse of the sacred mystery at the cult’s heart. From Greece, to Germania, to India, groups of young men were taken from their homes and initiated into an oath-bound warrior band. They would be dedicated to a specific god. In battle, they were the “highly mobile bands of ecstatic warriors who would fling themselves first into the fray,” the guerillas who would raid and reave.  Yet they would learn also the lore, the prayers, the veda. 

They were outside the protection of the larger tribe and whatever law existed. For this reason, the avatar of the Wolf became universal. The wolf is outside settled life. He represents savagery and viciousness. But wolves also work together. 

“The werewolf life is part of the training of the young warrior throughout the IE [Indo-European] world,” writes Kershaw. The male child symbolically dies, and through a period of trial and learning, prepares for the time when he will be part of the tribe and have a wife, land, and children of his own. 

Yet this wasn’t just physical training. The young men were stripped of their own identity. In masked rituals at certain times of the year, they would rampage through villages and towns, demanding tribute. It was chaotic and destructive, but the people accepted it, because it was thought to bring prosperity for the coming year. In European folklore, this is remembered as the Wild Hunt. We’ll even see degraded remnants of this tradition in a few days, on Halloween. 

What were the youths doing? When they masked themselves, sometimes with ash, they were not “in disguise.” Everyone could recognize them. Yet there were no longer themselves. They were the Ancestors. A young warrior’s physical death is meaningless because in the sacred realm, the only one understood to be “really real and meaningful,” he’s become the Dead. 

More than that, he is one of the Dead who represent the “Immortals, in whom the life-force, that divine spark, is far more potent and efficacious now that they are no longer mortal.” That force, which we understand as strength and vitality, is most apparent in young men. Thus, they carry out this ritual. “Whether the man has died in battle or of old age, he lives on as the warrior in the prime of his youth,” writes Kershaw. 

This belief lives on. Obviously, we think of Valhalla where the heroic dead fight and feast eternally. Yet some Christians also believe that those saved will have perfect bodies in heaven, all imperfections removed. 

Whatever your faith, I ask you to think of the last funeral you attended for one who died in old age. Generally, you don’t dwell on dementia, cancer, or sickness. You remember the dead in his or her prime, full of strength and vitality. 

Having already “died,” young warriors would live forever through their tribe, and thus represented their people’s collective identity. They would throw themselves into battle with ecstasy, without fear, because their temporal existence no longer mattered. They were in an eternal battle to uphold the cosmos and the existence of their tribe. 

It’s easy to see why Odin was patron of such groups. He could raise those dedicated to him to “super-human heights,” but could allow them to be struck down for his own mysterious purposes. Odin was also the god of knowledge, poetry, and inspiration, who would give those dedicated to him verses and songs that hailed strength, beauty, and heroism. 

What a contrast to the stereotypical poets of today, who pen cynical and crippled words that express their disgust at being alive. 

Odin was the collective embodiment of a principle or a group. Some call Odin Herjan, usually translated as “lord” or “ruler.” Yet Kershaw shows it really means he was “the mythical leader and personification of the “herr, the warrior band. He’s a war-god, but of a very particular type. He’s the Wolf God, a Death God, the avatar of an oath-bound warrior band. 

That said, the understanding of Odin changed over time. Kershaw notes that Odin was not always portrayed as one-eyed. “It is in Odin as leader of warriors–in Odin as leader of an army of ecstatic wolf-warriors–that we will find the answer to the puzzle of Odin the one-eyed god.” [Bold text in original]. 

Kershaw exhaustively connects Germanic customs and symbols with those found in India. He links Odin to wolves and dogs and those animals’ symbolic connection with death. He also identifies Odin with aspects of the Hindu deities Rudra and Kali, and a mysterious ritual in which a game of dice would select the leader of a war band. 

Paradoxically, it was the loser of this dice game, the person left with a single token, who became the “Dog, the Leader of the Wild Hunt” or the “Dog of the Wilderness.” The outcast thus became the center. He suggests that over millennia, this developed into our image of Odin as the One-Eyed. 

Of course, with the paucity of sources, we can never know for sure. “Much ancient wisdom concerning both Indra and Rudra must be forever lost to us,” Kershaw writes, which could be said of almost all ancient Indo-European traditions. This shows the foolishness of trying to slavishly “reconstruct” an ancient belief system. At different times and in different places throughout the Indo-European world, people understood the Wolf God differently. 

Yet these same symbols, rituals and archetypes kept emerging. What matters is identifying the common elements that spawned from our collective unconscious. More importantly, one needs to understand why people did these things and why we are still called to them. What eternal truths did these rites symbolize? What living force are we tapping into? Is there some primordial tradition that these names, symbols, and forces represent? 

Ritual and tribal life must be something real, organic, relevant, and dangerous. Otherwise, it’s just playing make-believe. If you’re reading off a script, you’re doing it wrong. 

For this reason, it’s worth considering what Odin represented both then and now. “He never hangs around for years: he is the wanderer, the guest, and always mysterious,” writes Kershaw. This is Grimnir, the Masked or Hooded One. He was a god of thieves and footmen, of berserkers and youthful warrior bands that were not really in the society. Those who march under the banner of the Operation can understand this feeling of being outlaws. Under English common law, the term that meant a person was outside the protection of the system and could be killed was caput gerat lupinum, “may he wear a wolf’s head.”

And yet, as Kershaw notes, the wolf-god Odin and those like him in other traditions can also become a “god of the center.” Odin is the “All-Father,” the lord of Asgard, the god we think of as “head” of the pantheon. 

Thus, we can speak of the Odinic path as encompassing outlaws and kings. The Wolf’s path to kingship is a crooked one. For what is a king but one who has made his own law? And what are we here for if not to become kings by our own hands?

Yet this cannot be done alone. What the modern world lacks more than anything else is initiation, a process by which young people, especially young men, understand their history and identity. There is no trial or challenge that marks the moment of responsibility. There is no tribe, no oath-bound group to hold you to a code of honor.  

Then we wonder why men kill themselves, become addicted to opioids, or disappear into a bottle. Or, arguably worse, we see “men,” including “successful men” with jobs and careers, lapsing into a kind of permanent childhood and obsessing over fandoms, toys, and corporate franchises. 

For men, for those who are something more than consumers, the only acceptable response is scorn and defiance. Yet there must be a way forward. 

This is what we are building with the Wolves and with the Operation. The point is to reconnect with something eternal, to build what needs to exist in this dead world. To offer that initiation, that challenge, and that honor culture. To pick up that torch which has fallen, but which is never extinguished.  

In coming weeks, you will see what we mean. This is about building something real, in this world, today. 

The Hooded One has appeared in many guises, under many names. Now, the Wolf God is showing himself again. He offers a path. But you must take the first step. 

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Turning Routine into Ritual

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Ritual is universal.

A materialist would say this is because of the human desire for control over an uncontrollable reality. Men turn to rituals when confronted with illness, danger, and above all, death.

Soldiers, sailors, and those in other dangerous professions have intricate rituals and codes of behavior that novices defy at their peril. Yet people also use ritual in less existential situations, especially in athletics. 

Anyone who has played any sport knows some of these petty rituals. If you were in Little League, you remember turning your hat inside out to form “rally caps.” If you played basketball, you had a set routine before you shot a free throw, usually a certain number of dribbles before you lined up your shot. If you played football, you doubtless knew someone on the team who had a shirt or some token he would only wear on game day. 

The great American distance runner Steve Prefontaine famously said, “To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift.” It’s something custom made for T-shirts or posters in college dorm rooms. Yet in the eponymous 1997 film about “Pre,” I thought a quote from discus thrower Mac Wilkins, 1976 Olympic gold medalist, was more inspirational. 

“I live and breathe the discus, Pre,” he says. “I mean, I hate Christmas and Thanksgiving and Easter and anything that disrupts my routine.” Anyone training for a fight or trying to hit a PR feels the same way. 

Diet, training regimens, sleep schedules–all of that can be destroyed by a holiday, a child’s sickness, an “emergency” at work, some trip you just can’t get out of. And you find yourself resenting the people around you who are taking you out of the reality you’ve constructed and forcing you back into theirs. 

Worse, when one routine is upset, others follow. When you miss workouts, you tend to stray from your diet plan. On the road, you suddenly start eating junk food from convenience stores or whatever artificial crap you wouldn’t touch while at home. 

“Routine” is a word that makes us think of the banal and boring. But routine becomes ritual when it serves a higher end–when it is the tool you use to craft your reality. 

Going to work at a job you hate is routine. Using powerful concepts, symbols, and exercises to walk a path of ascent is ritual. 

Every athlete uses some sort of ritual. Powerlifter Kirk Karwoski says that before he “goes to work,” everything is “exactly the same, every time,” including which hand he places on the bar first. The purpose is to ensure that both mechanics and mindset are correct during the lift. Once this is done, all you must do is “not fuck up for 20 seconds,” as he puts it. 

Sometimes athletes use a different kind of ritual, to break out of a failing routine. In life, these are the rituals of “rebirth” or “cleansing” you see in various faith traditions. In sports, this is when you see people engaging in bizarre behavior to break a slump or a losing streak. You’re readjusting your mindset, shocking your consciousness out of destructive practices.

Both have the same end, to unite mindset with action. Yet at the same time, you are also trying to separate consciousness from the action. In work and in athletic performance, you are at your best when you are “in the zone,” the state described by psychologists as “flow.” 

When you begin rationalizing, questioning, or doubting what you are doing, you fail. 

Think of a compound lift like a squat clean. Often, beginners fail because they pull the bar too early, trying to muscle up the weight with their arms instead of using proper technique to use momentum and the strength of their body. Even experienced lifters may “fuck up within 20 seconds” if they are attempting a new weight. 

At lower weights, the athlete will use proper technique because he knows there’s almost no possibility of failure. At higher weights, he begins to think about all the things he needs to do to execute the lift correctly; popping the hip, not pulling too early, getting under the bar…

By trying to deconstruct the lift, he ends up performing it all wrong and it all falls apart. “Stop thinking about it,” a coach will often tell you.

In a jiu-jitsu match, at the gym, or even in a street fight, self-awareness, rationalization and doubt are the enemies of success. 

To put it another way, you are at your best self when you are not aware of yourself. 

This even applies in longer activities where you can’t help thinking to yourself, like running a marathon or using a rowing machine. A new study, the first of its kind, found that “self-distancing” increases performance in endurance events. Telling yourself “you will win” is more effective than saying “I will win.” 

Even more striking, other research shows that this “distancing” language helps in other stressful activities, like public speaking or meeting a new group of people. “You’ve got this” is better than “I’ve got this.”

Of course, when people use this kind of talk, who is doing the talking? That higher consciousness, that best self, is the expression of your True Will. And you know what it means when that Highest Self takes over. 

Think of any accomplishment in your life–winning a boxing match, getting a PR, hitting a home run or draining a critical three-pointer. Or think of a moment of danger–whether you saw combat overseas or were attacked at a bar and fought back. 

You weren’t aware of yourself while it was happening. Training took over. It was just happening, and somehow, you were looking at yourself from the outside. And yet, at that moment, you probably felt more alive than you ever had before. You were able to respond effectively, even to something unexpected.

Ritual can serve as a mental short cut to that state. It lets you travel between the worlds, so to speak, between your banal existence and your highest self. 

A small ritual, like gripping the bar in a certain way or a mantra before you attempt a lift, prepares you for success. Something greater can allow you to break through barriers, to transcend what you think is possible. 

For example, in “On Magic,” Paul Waggener writes of how he prepares a special chalk in a bag painted with blood, liquid testosterone, plant elements, and other ingredients. He only uses this when he attempts a deadlift record. 

“This is a physical object that is capable of changing my mindset,” he writes. “It alters reality for me in a very real way. When I use that chalk, I fuck shit up. I lose my mind in the act of savagely using heavy shit. It moves me from a normal mind into an animal… it really, really works. Go try it.”

The greatest rite is to make of your entire life a grand ritual. Each act becomes sacred and each object used infused with meaning and purpose. Sigils, a personal mantra, even the clothes you wear and the food you eat are all ways of keeping your mind in the proper place. 

Ritual is a tool that allows us to “return home” when we are displaced mentally or physically. It prevents us from losing our way when we are on the road. It paves the way for continuous Victorious Action. 

By losing ourselves in ritual, we gain self-mastery. We can unite everyday action with our True Will. Ultimately, the operative can’t live a life of mere routine.

He should make of his life a Grand Ritual, a Great Work that will outlast his time on Earth.