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Simple Rules for a Savage Existence Pt. II – Identifying Negative Relationships

Photo by Leonardo Albiero, Dire Dogs Division, Italy. Photo by Leonardo Albiero, Dire Dogs Division, Italy.

A lot of the people in your life that you call your friends may actually be huge pieces of shit who are only interested in whining, soaking up your energy, wasting your time, and keeping you at their level.
You might call them your friends because you feel the need to have a group to fulfill certain basic requirements of man being what Aristotle called “a social animal.”

You might also keep them around because you have known them for a long time, or because you are currently unaware of how a real friendship should operate.

A real, healthy friendship is a wonderful thing to have. In the Norse poetic work “The Havamal,” it says the following about how a friendship is both won and sustained:

With raiment and arms shall friends gladden each other,
so has one proved oneself;
for friends last longest, if fate be fair
who give and give again.

To his friend a man should bear him as friend,
and gift for gift bestow,
laughter for laughter let him exchange,
but leasing pay for a lie.

To his friend a man should bear him as friend,
to him and a friend of his;
but let him beware that he be not the friend
of one who is friend to his foe.

Hast thou a friend whom thou trustest well,
from whom thou cravest good?
Share thy mind with him, gifts exchange with him,
fare to find him oft.

Young was I once, I walked alone,
and bewildered seemed in the way;
then I found me another and rich I thought me,
for man is the joy of man.

We can see here that they believed the best way to keep a friendship was with an exchange of gifts, a sharing of the mind, a frequency of time spent together, and a loyalty to the friendship at the expense of those on the outside of it.

I’d say this is a pretty good standard.

The key word here is EXCHANGE. Far too often, in both romantic and platonic relationships, one side provides the work, the other side benefits, and leaves the giver both embittered and drained, exhausted from the vampiric nature of the so-called friendship, marriage, whatever.

One of the best things we can do for ourselves is to keep a critical eye on our involvements with other people, and evaluate whether there is healthy exchange, or no give and all take. Identifying time wasters, energy vampires and the chronically negative and removing them from our lives with a simple “Fuck off, we’re done here,” is a freeing and stress-relieving action, and will make you a better person with a more fulfilling life.

The following is a list of characteristics often found in both friendships and romantic involvements that are unhealthy and should be terminated with extreme prejudice:

They just want to “hang out.”
Hanging out is the province of the unmotivated, the great social pastime of the underachiever. If all your friends want to do is hang out, especially if that hanging out always involves alcohol or drug use, TV or movies, they are more than likely one of these.
Good relationships are based around mutual interest and being allies in conflict. If your friends aren’t interested in lifting weights with you, martial arts, hiking, camping, riding, getting out there and chasing down excitement, adventure and a better life- cut ’em loose. Find new friends at the gym, on the trail, through competition. They will better serve your long term plan than these shuffling cunts you’re hanging with now.

Chronically Negative.
Those who whine a lot deserve the worst things in life. If your friend or significant other is always bitching about things instead of stoically handling them or looking for ways to change them, give ’em the boot. This is not to say that a certain amount of healthy venting to a trusted pal is not ok- but there is a difference between the occasional venting and a constant onslaught of moping, whining, victimized bullshit. A “poor me” mentality is one of the most poisonous and exhausting things to be around. No time for this.

Loudmouths and Drama Queens.
People who are always starting shit, or bringing that shit into your life should be shaved, sterilized and destroyed. There are enough problems out there that you have to deal with without having that friend who always seems to either create more, or bring theirs into yours.

Identifying this type of blood sucking leech and burning them off of you will save you time, hassle, and maybe even your life! I have had friends in the past who were essentially just a liability. Everywhere I went, I had to worry about how drunk and stupid they would get, who they would make an enemy out of that I would have to help them deal with since I was “honor bound” as a friend to do so.

Fuck all that. You are honor bound as a man to remove these people from your sphere of existence and deal with your own on your terms.

Likewise, a female who is constantly creating and bringing drama to your doorstep like a stray cat with a dead baby bird? Ditch the bitch and move on with your life. These people feed on the sense of self importance they get from making themselves a tornado sweeping through the trailer park of life. Avoid.

The Perpetual Party-goer.
Habitual and constant drinking is one of the biggest wastes there is. I know firsthand just how destructive and useless of a habit this is. It kills your wallet, your brain cells, your liver, and your ability to enjoy yourself without it.

Friends who only want to be around when there is a party, or who are always trying to go to the bar are not friends. They are attempting to drag you into a mutual addiction because misery loves company. This goes for every type of drug use.

If you are going to party or drink, I am certainly not against this (far from it! No X’s on these hands yet!)- however, I force myself toearn it. Make sure if you’re going to crush that beer, you’ve crushed the gym all week, made progress in your training, had a good week of business or pursuing other positive endeavors. It will make the beer taste better, and you are less likely to engage in binge drinking because you know it is a hindrance to your goals.

A Quick Word on Romantic Relationships.
This topic should probably have its own article, but for brevity’s sake, I will just ask this:
Does your woman respect you, treat you like a god in public and private, subscribe to your values and make your life less stressful and more fulfilling?

If you cannot answer yes to every question, the only option is to cut her loose immediately.
The preceding questions, however, rely on the life you live. If you are not deserving of that treatment because you are weak, submissive, fat-bodied, directionless, broke and lazy, then she should’ve cut you loose a long time ago.

The only way to attract a solid female is to be solid. Instead of wasting time on Tinder and other degenerate dating sites, jerking off to porn and wishing you could find “a good woman,” take a long critical look at yourself. Are you worth a good goddamn? Why should any woman want to be with you? First, make yourself worthwhile. A good one will come along. It’s essentially the same as doing good business. If you are providing excellent content, customers will follow. If you are providing useless garbage, don’t expect your stock to go up.

Get out there and make something of yourself, and cut out the rot.
XCII

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Only Death is Guaranteed

Only Death is guaranteed.
Because of this, there is no need to live life carefully.
I always hear people say things like
“In another life, I’d have loved to do x or y.”
They sigh and utter,
“Maybe in a few years.”
“If I have enough time.”
Here’s the thing, friend-
You won’t.
There is never enough time to do whatever it is that you wanted later on.
There’s never another opportunity to do what needed to be done now.
Soon, the final grains will slip through the glass.
You will die in bed, hooked up to machines
Or in your sleep, and your children will be grateful. Unburdened.
Your regrets will not include the the nights you chose to stay up late around a fire.
The time you spent with friends and lovers, ecstatically chasing your dreams.
You won’t be thinking: “I’m glad I decided to go home early that night,”
or
“It’s a good thing I didn’t talk to that stranger, take that risk, throw that punch.”
Your regrets will be all those things you didn’t do.
All the I Love You’s you never said.
All the hours you bartered away for more money, only to have a half-full wallet and an empty heart.
Each and every time you said “no” to life and “yes” to servitude.
If you didn’t do it for the story, what the hell were you doing it for?
If there’s nothing to talk about at the end, how the hell will you be remembered?
Life is sweetest when Wild and Free-
For only Death is Guaranteed.

XCII

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Simple Rules For a Savage Existence

Testosterone is a hormone secreted from the testicles of males, and to a lesser extent, a female’s ovaries.
It is responsible for a man’s muscle and bone mass, regulates his physical and mental energy, his libido, sense of well being, and so on.

In other words, high testosterone good, low testosterone bad. There are many health dangers that stem from low testosterone as well, that are beyond the scope of this article, but suffice it to say, any man who wants to live life to the hilt should aspire to a lifestyle that naturally raises his test.

For those who are raising it chemically, through the use of anabolics or testosterone replacement therapy, the following can be looked at as simple rules for a savage existence.

For the rest, what follows is a set of hard and fast rules for raising the testosterone and enaging life with a mindset that embraces strength and health. Nietzsche knew a thing or two about this when he suggested that the proper mode of living included:

“a powerful physicality, a blossoming, rich, even effervescent good health that includes the things needed to maintain it, war, adventure, hunting, dancing, jousting and everything else that contains strong, free, happy action.”

Essentially, his list contains what doctors and experts on the subject would agree are the fastest ways to a higher testosterone.

The first big killer of test is being overweight. An overweight male can expect up to a 50% decrease in his testosterone, depending on genetics and severity of his obesity. There is no sugar coating this one. If you are fat, your immediate course of action is to stop reading this, get off your disgusting fat ass and hit the weights or the track. Preferably both. There is no magic pill- only diet and exercise. The good part is that I have personally witnessed some pretty miraculous transformations occur over the span of as little as 6 months to one year of life reform. This is not something that is out of your reach, it is simply currently beyond your will, which you have allowed to become as atrophied and flabby as your body.

I’m going to do you a favor and tell you everything you need to know about losing weight and getting fit right now:

1) Go to bed earlier, and get up earlier. Use the extra hour to go on a fasted walk first thing in the morning, before you do anything else.
⦁    STOP EATING BULLSHIT. This is pretty obviously going to be a major factor. Immediately cease eating food with tons of processed sugars. Stop drinking soda, you suicidal bastard! Eat 3-4 small to moderately sized meals throughout the day consisting of a healthy balance of carbs, protein and fat. If you are grossly overweight, cutting your carbs to a minimum, and only eating them before and directly after your workout is the ticket to reducing bodyfat.
3) Train with Barbells. Pick up any basic lifting program that favors barbells, or shoot a message to⦁    ironandbloodbarbell@gmail.com and talk to me about a training program. Prices are extremely reasonable. Don’t waste my time, and don’t waste your life. Get started today, or be this way forever. Your choice.

That’s it. I just gave you basically everything you need to stop being a land-whale. Now it’s your call to get with the program. Even you guys out there who don’t think you’re fat, but have some love handles or excess belly fat- it’s killing your test levels, too. Try fasted walking while listening to a podcast (I recommend Jack Donovan’s “Start the World,” Justin Garcia’s “The Pressure Project,” or something like “Hardcore History,” to maximize time and learn something while you shed fat and turn yourself into a machine built for war) and timing your carbs as stated above. They are easy ways to really get after that last little bit of stubborn adipose tissue.

The second enemy of cock-hardening, muscle building levels of test: not enough sleep.
Sleeping less than 5-6 hours a night lowers your testosterone to that of a man 10-15 years your senior.
A few pointers on getting better sleep-

Turn off your goddamn smart-phone. The light produced by computer screen and that little witch-brick you are staring at kills your ability to fall asleep. Make a rule that you will stop looking at that thing an hour before bedtime. Not only the light is problematic, but the fact that you are forcing thousands of megabytes of useless data into your brain, checking messages, notifications, raising your blood pressure by checking that time-wasting thread where you decided to argue politics or religion or natty lifters or whatever. Knock it off, power down your magical tattle-stone and read a fucking book. Remember those?

Take a cold shower. It cools your body down and gets it ready for sleep.

Sleep in a cold room. Good for test production, and also promotes better sleep.

Sleep in the dark. If you don’t want to look like a serial killer (although why wouldn’t you? Maybe you can finally get an 8:30 res at Dorsia, you fucking stupid bastard) and wear one of those lone ranger blindfolds, invest in some heavy blinds or curtains, shut off any little lights and LEDs- combined with the colder temps, your room should now resemble a Neanderthal’s sleeping quarters. To complete the vibe, I recommend some decaying hides and maybe a scalp or two.

Remember- better sleep, better test.

Third, it seems that because of the internet and shit like video games, Netflix, and so on, men are spending way more time at home, ensconced in their gaming thrones, talking on little headsets to people they will probably never meet, raising the “stats” of their little electronic man, while ignoring the fact that one of their important stats is plummeting!

Too much time out of the social loop is problematic for a few reasons- one, it promotes sedentary activities. Two, it reduces interaction and competition with other males. Third, it reduces your contact with women, who, if they are ovulating, can raise your T-juice SIMPLY BY SMELLING THEM. If that isn’t some primitive witchcraft, I don’t know what is.

Probably, you shouldn’t roll up on random women and smell them, although I have used this technique in the past to pretty good success- but simply interacting and talking with females that are potential sexual mates raises your test. So, put down the controller and go out and compete with males and smell some attractive females- you might even try talking to them. I think this is considered pre-requisite for most potential breeding/mating situations. I tend to use grunts and gestures.

On this topic, I’d like to say that Tindr and whatever other “swipe right” app you may be using to get your jollies in, is probably decreasing the amount of time you spend out there on the hunt. It’s an important part of the process to approach strange women and talk to them, with all the possibility of victory or failure, that engages our hunter/gatherer mindset and raises our hormones. A Tindr hook up is some space age, Matrix-style, science fiction, de-humanizing bullshit- and no matter who says otherwise, they know it to be true.

Lastly, the high test male spends a great deal of his day in physical endeavors, and engages in outdoor activities as much as possible. Hiking is exercise, exercise is good for the test, outdoors means (usually) sunshine, which means vitamin D, which means more testosterone. This is why everyone gets all ready-for-action in the summer time. An increase in sun equates to a higher hormone production, which leads to more sex, which leads to more test. A closed circuit system of elevated T.

He should also practice martial arts, as this is the most direct and obvious way of physically competing with other men. I recommend Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai/MMA, although rugby and other high contact, masculine sports of yore seem to produce knuckle-dragging archetypes of brute strength as well.

There are plenty of other ways to optimize levels through diet and so on, and we will cover some of this in future articles. Those of you who are reading this and not lifting (I doubt it. If not, shame on you. Stop being a pathetic worm.) should obviously be doing so in order to stop disgusting your ancestors and alienating potential friendships with people who matter.

In summary:
Lose fat.
Move around.
Go outside.
Compete physically with men.
Smell women. (Or talk to them, or whatever.)
Lift weights.
Become legend.

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Discipline and the Divine Madness

Photo by Peter Beste.

I’ve heard it said that in this life, anything you choose to do requires you to sacrifice something else. We are in a constant process of weighing and trading, with the scales holding on one side time, and on the other, desire.

This is a difficult realization for many, and harder to accept, that in our flickering existence, we will only have the time for a finite amount of activities and experiences before our flame is extinguished forever.

The question that invariably begins to eat at us: which ones are the most valuable? How will we ensure that ours is a life of fulfillment, each moment spent wisely and not just sand spilling futilely through the hourglass?

The answer is that we cannot be certain of anything, but armed with this knowledge, we can at the very least attempt to squeeze every drop of hot blood out of the veins of this transitory and awesome reality that we have been given. Consider the very idea that we are conscious beings, pulled from nothing inexorably towards nothing- our existence like a white bird flying through a great hall, from one window and out the next, with only darkness at our beginning and ending!

Photo by Gunnlaug Serpent-Tongue. Photo by Gunnlaug Serpent-Tongue.

How could we, facing this awful and incredible concept, allow our moments to pass us by as we spend all our waking hours enmeshed in the sterile constructs of the internet, the stifling banality of the 9-5 wage slavery, the body growing soft, the mind growing feeble, the will atrophied like a pale husk? We must be filled with a righteous and holy wrath against the mundane existence, the wasted moment, the chronic inactivity that this enervating world promotes. Our fire must burn eternal, even after our bodies are dust, our name must live on as a legend to inspire and light this mighty blaze in those who come after.

My heroes have always been individuals whose lives were extreme, bordering on, or fully immersed in obsession, passion, insanity, single mindedness- utter hedonists or strict disciplinarians, libertines and totalitarians. Give me madmen, musicians, martial artists, writers, murderers- but give me passion above all else!

Morrison, Barger, Bukowski, Machiavelli, Redbeard, Howard, Lovecraft, Musashi, Manson, Marquis de Sade, a parade of names that conjure up excesses of various kinds, men who lacked balance in favor of fanaticism. I say, tip the scales in favor of the extreme, the inspired, the frenzied. Balance can be valuable in some areas, but a life lived for sinking the teeth into life’s tender throat cannot concern itself with using balance as an excuse to avoid experience. I would argue that men who have lived their lives in accordance with the concept of balance are less remembered than those who lived by the watchwords of iron and blood, fire and death, might and madness

Windborn on two wheels. Windborn on two wheels.

There is an important theory in the world of the magician that involves the reconciliation of opposites. In nature, we see that there is day and night, growth and death, a rising and falling, that which is now strong must become weak- but there is a force, unseen, that keeps this pendulum swinging between the two. It is the discovery of this force, and a unification of these seeming opposites that lies at the heart of the occult sciences- and for this reason, these extremes and “opposites” must be explored to their pinnacle if they are to be understood.

For this reason, life should be lived in a series of extremes. Cruelty and mercy, love and indifference, Discipline and the Divine Madness, “gigantic mirths and gigantic melancholy.” It is not a way recommended for all, but for those who walk the road of the Wanderer, the lone explorer on the frontiers of existence and spirit, it is necessary to leap directly into the flame, without lingering at its edge.

This is not an excuse to linger and wallow in excess, and only the base would see it as such. It is a edict to live each day to the utmost, to challenge oneself to greater heights, to go into unknown places and unseen worlds. To have self discipline so strong that what was once our discipline has become our desire. To have an unquenchable lust to live and love and to burn with an awful and ferocious joy that is contagious and crazed.

The best way to know ourselves is to burn ourselves completely in the fires of ordeal and action. From there, everything we choose to add back to our blackened bones is known to us.
Know who you are by choosing who you will be.
Create yourself.
Embody those ideals to the hilt, wildy, breathlessly, with heart.
Become an archetype.
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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.

POST-SCRIPT:

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.

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Pathways of Fire

The title of this article refers to a technique of esoteric practice I developed and began using some years ago as part of my meditative work. With it, I would bring a sigil or “galdrastafir” up in my mind’s eye, drawing the lines in massive scale on a field of dirt.

When I had completed the sigil, I set it aflame in my vision, the whole thing the size of a football field burning its shape into the back of my eyelids. From there, I let the flame die down to coals, bright and orange, still smoking, and I “brought myself down” to the field.

Once there, “in person,” I began to walk the fiery pathway, placing myself “inside” the sigil, and walking its entire shape, sometimes stopping at various points to peform meditation or ritual in this created space, that I had designed and imagined for specific purposes or uses.

I have used this technique countless times over the years, and I still find it to be an extremely valuable practice not only for mental control and visualization discipline, but to truly “know” my own sigils and symbols inside and out through placing myself within their imagined structure and re-creating a physical understanding of a non-physical concept or idea. This method has deepened my practice in many ways, not least of which is using this to inform my sigil creation, with the understanding that later on, I will be “physically” there, a part of it, and can “write in” areas or locations of importance, using the specificity gained from a “bird’s eye view” of the entire process.

I begin by explaining this, because it has also informed the way I have begun to look at life in general. I have ceased to view my life with the tunnel vision of one who forges blindly forward to an unknown future, at the mercy of cause and effect, able only to observe the happenings along the way, with a limited ability to foresee what will come next.

Instead, I try to see my existence from above- looking downward at the entirety of the story as though it were a large tapestry being woven as I watch, some areas more “completed” than others, but most of it made of raw materials, threads that do not yet lead anywhere, actions that have not yet come to fruition…

The weave is not bound by time, but rather exists as an expression of the ideas of time and space being of the same materials- therefore, an action unfolding now can affect “finished” parts of the weave, which are infinitely changeable, always layering new designs over the old ones, but using the old design as a “pattern” on which to lay the new.

With this approach, I feel liberated from the short forward march of time- the concept that all I have is in between birth and death- a single, fragile thread leading from one point to another without deviation. What a prison! What a limiting perception!

Because the way we choose to perceive our existence is so important (since we cannot know what is factually correct, and can only then inform our actions with our own sense of Truth), it matters how we look at the principles of cause and effect. It will shape our persona, our mode of living, the skin we drape over our souls and interact with this world of flesh and bone and flickering light. Instead of being at the mercy of cause and effect, we must BECOME cause and effect, or at the very least, be able to see our strands from above, making educated decisions on the playing field, able to say to ourselves, “if this, then this.”

From here, we can also bring things into our path- we simply find the strand we are looking for that touches the other strands that we wish to make contact with, and we pluck them, or weave them together, drawing sigils with our actions, our words, our movements. We can be deliberate artists, painting what we wish to see on this canvas- weaving the designs that we want to; our fabric is not at the behest of random forces, only called thus because of our former blindness.

Like the muscles, we train our abilities here, and they grow stronger, more controlled. What before we saw as “involuntary movement” is now “conscious effort in a specific direction.” We must be present- we must be practiced. By doing this, we move from the novice level to much greater heights, and we become a virtuoso. Our lives are our own, in the true sense of the word.

Once we begin to realize this, it allows us to be “on”, for lack of a better word, at all times. We understand that what we do, no matter how insignificant it seems, layers new threads and new strands- this gives us a great responsibility to take care what we say, what we do, and where those threads lead, what other ones they interact with, how that will change the design of the whole.

Each word is a spell of creation or destruction spiralling outward from our center into the great expanse, honey or venom, life or death, leading from one word to another, from one deed to another. It cannot be stressed enough, this responsibility. WE SHAPE OUR OWN LIVES. We are like the raw material on an anvil, but we are also the anvil, and the hammer, and the arm that wields it with art.

Knowing this, we can see that there is no time to waste on frivolity. Enjoyment, certainly, for this life should be enjoyed, played with great cunning and humor; but it should be PLAYED, not OBSERVED! Each time we relax, and let the flow take its own course, we relinquish our masterpiece, our Great Work, to the hands of others, who do not understand the grand plans we have for it. For none but you have the keys to this kingdom- none but you can hear the strains of this symphony playing out with each clever variant, and given over to others, it will become a cacophony.

We must have consonance. The whole must be seen from above, and once this is done, a feeling of awe and terror, a great joy and a great sorrow. This is because we see that there is no grand plan but our own, there is no other hand inscribing our fate- it is us, alone. Some will be crushed by the emptiness of that knowledge, where others will embrace this terrible responsibilty and make of themselves what we can only know by the word LEGEND. Take up the strands and weave something of wonder, or sever the threads and go down into darkness.

92.

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A Myth, Not A Movement

As we continue our forward march, and the word of our conquest spreads, it becomes necessary to re-iterate and refine certain points that must not be overlooked. Statements such as these will cause confusion and anger amongst many who thought they understood what we are, but in fact, were merely attempting to co-opt its symbols and surface message for their own misguided aims.

Others, who continuously mis-characterize or misunderstand our goals as something “political,” “racial,” or otherwise, can also perhaps gain some insight here, but our message is not for them.

It is, as always, for the strong. Those few who adhere to our eternal precepts of brotherhood, honor, loyalty and truth. We salute you.

Operation Werewolf is not a movement.

We are not a movement because the very idea of a movement is a historical force, a temporal idea that attempts to enact change within a series of existing events.

We are a storm, a cataclysm, certainly, but not a movement. We are an end- and a new beginning. Not a historical occurrence, but a mythical one. Our ideas and aims are outside of the notion of linear time, always Needful, always True.

We are necessary, especially in the present age, because we are a reminder of the heroic impulse, the human need to make legends- to become more than men, and transform ourselves into archetypes.

Berserkers, Outlaw Kings, Savages, Warrior-poets and Untamed Men of Action- unite! Stop mediating all of your actions through the sterile environs of the internet and telephone. Travel the open road, test your mettle, seek out challenge and brotherhood.

What is it you are training for, if not adventure? What is it that your spirit cries out for, if not comraderie with the strong and like-minded? What is your Will, but to live a life of wildness and freedom and epic deed that survives for a thousand years after you are dust

We look to myth, not history, to inform our brotherhood. We do not seek to repeat the mistakes of the past. This is why Operation Werewolf is not, as our detractors think us to be, National Socialist, Fascist, Communist, or any other -ist or -ism.

We know politics and historical methods are not going to change this world, they simply perpetuate its numbing effect and maintain things The Way They Are.

Our goal is not utopia, takeover, revolution, except that which occurs within. A takeover of our own lives. A utopia that ignores the imaginary lines and borders that the scheming princes of this filthy world have dreamed up, and exists anywhere the Werewolf standard is raised by proud and true men and women. A revolution whose goal is ABSOLUTE FREEDOM. A revolution whose goal is to CREATE LEGENDS.

To taste of this world’s myriad joys and pains to push ourselves beyond vistas that we previously thought possible, so that the brief flicker of our lives becomes a roaring fire of mythical proportions, so that when our name is spoken by future generations it is no longer a mere word, but a concept- a symbol.

Operation Werewolf is not a movement. It is a legend in the making. In order for that legend to be remembered, it calls out to men and women who exist to embody strength and ferocity, adventure and action.

Those who exist outside the small and simple construct that the modern world seeks to offer us, with its notions of “equality,” of tiny lives that serve “the greater good,” of political correctness, anti-tribalism, and every other idea that serves to grind out our individuality and our primal desire to be utterly glorious.

Fuck their world. Our fire will consume its grey drabness, and our standards will fly wherever men and women live by the undying code of the Werewolf Legions:
“Pure Hearts. Strong Limbs. Actions Matching Words.”

May our words, then, be mighty and speak of lofty goals, which we are then bound by honor to achieve- by Iron and Blood

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