“Nature is just as infinite inwardly as it is outwardly: we have succeeded up to the cell and to parts of the cell, yet there are no limits where we could say here is the last divisible point. Becoming never ceases at the indefinitely small.”
— Nietzsche
“The ethos of honor opposes the slave morality of liberal or Marxist materialism. It affirms that life is a battle. It exalts the value of sacrifice. It believes in the power of the will. It bases the relationship between men of the same community on loyalty and solidarity. It gives work an importance independent of profit. It recovers a true sense of dignity to mankind, not given, but conquered through endless struggle. It gives European man an awareness of his responsibilities in relation to humanity, of which he is the natural organizer.”
— Venner
The story of Romulus and Remus is the story of man himself. Romulus is the spiritual element within himself, the one who gives a law and marks a limit. Remo, on the contrary, represents the animal part of man, his passions, instincts, fears, desires, feelings, the incapability of disciplining himself.
Romulus punishes Remo with death after he crosses the limit,
his rebellion is the root of the inferior biological man. Romulus being hierarchically superior is legitimized to act, create Rome, to establish the Empire.
It is necessary to re-establish Rome in our hearts! And to do this we must draw a furrow and kill the Remo that is within us, the individualistic and selfish element that prevents us from being free and truly Roman. Only in this way, in the daily struggle of the Self and the ego, with the killing of the egocentric, arbitrary and subjective part, beyond time and space, do we find Rome in our existence.
— Mario Polia, Dici “Roma”, dici “Tradizione”
Don't fear failure, fear mediocrity. The faster you fail, the quicker you learn...And the quicker you learn, the sooner you'll succeed.
Читать полностью…“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.”
~Friedrich Nietzsche
“Men acquire a particular quality by constantly acting a particular way... you become just by performing just actions, temperate by performing temperate actions, brave by performing brave actions.”
— Aristotle
People say warfare now is less spiritual than it has ever been before. I disagree. Whereas before the effectiveness of a fighting force was a product of both the physicality of its soldiers and their will to fight, today, the effectiveness of a fighting force is largely determined by will alone.
In today’s wars, the soldier with a heart of courage is much more valuable than a soldier of great physical talent alone.
To be able to man frontline positions - trenches, foxholes, basements - under an artillery barrage or to live life harassed by drones with grenades, requires nothing more from man than unbreakable will and courage in the face of death. It is a spiritual battle.
I find it amusing when I hear non-Whites brag about having children at a faster rate than us.
First, we are the only ones who are the targets of a multi-trillion multi-layered subversive industry that has as purpose White Europeans having as few children as possible, while simultaneously enabling inferior races to access our soil and produce as many children as possible.
Second, our era and the structure of the society we find ourselves in make the (right) upbringing of many children a practically impossible task unless a couple lives on a farm or generally speaking, a rural area where a more traditional setting can thrive within a household, and where a mother can go out alone with her children without fearing for their safety.
Also, contrary to other races, White Europeans instinctively value quality over quantity. Whites will generally not have more kids than they think they can handle and be good for. Quality of life is, after all, a White people's invention. We have standards. Inferior races will multiply like rats and all live in the same room, thinking they are outsmarting us and having the advantage, too dumb to understand that quantity and quality are mutually exclusive.
An army of rats can nothing against a handful of lions. A second battle of Thermopylae will take place, and this time glory will be within the reach of White Europeans, not only the Hellenes of the past. All we need is to go for it and grab it. The goddess of victory will only crown the boldest.
"There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it."
— Mishima, 'The Sailor Who Fell From Grace with the Sea'
“Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.”
— Homer, The Iliad
There are not many good prayers for Baldr on the internet. Many assume he is a sun god, which is something I respectfully disagree with. If you wish to pray to the god of the bale fire on tonight's full moon, you can use some variant of this template prayer I have made.
PHOL! PHOL! PHOL!
Son of Odin,
Frigg’s proudest boast,
Wisest Oss, and most eloquent,
Who's fair white face is famed,
Hear now this prayer!
You, Oh bright one, who dwelt in Breiðablik,
Are pure in every way, unstained by shame,
None may question your judgement,
Though now you, brave prince, from the curved crest,
Of calves’ kin’s skull, sip the water of the victory women,
In the hall of the barrow’s warder.
Pyre god! Höðr’s unintended victim!
Slain by a slender dart, Baldr’s bane, a young sprout
Felled you, oh bleeding god,
And caused all the world to weep!
Your wyrd, Oh famous and fair Oss, thus fixed,
You shall be by your youngest brother avenged,
And Vali’s foe shall join you, in gloomy Hel’s hall,
Until, Odin’s brave son, the prophecy of the Volva is fulfilled,
then you and your blind brother, to Asgard shall return!
May you soon be borne from Hel, oh brightest prince,
As swiftly as the sun of houses, reaches up to the moon’s way!
Accept now, oh Shining god of the wind’s brother,
The windless wave of the bull’s spear,
And relieve us of our need,
….(state needs and ask for help before offering libations at the fire)
Work hard in silence and bear the toils of struggle with dignity, honor, unflinching and uncomplaining.
Turn yourself into a conqueror of death by welcoming and making use of anything life throws at you as a means to strength, for all these challenges are meant to empower your soul, just as the blazing furnace shapes metal to give it purpose.
Keep at it, not wasting a day that doesn't bring you closer to your goal, the supreme ideals, yet do not forget either to pause to appreciate the blooming flowers and the valuable things in life.
March on then, resume the path of the warrior. You shall one day emerge from the shadows to greet the dawn, battle-scarred, iron-minded, in your gaze an insatiable hunger to conquer obstacles and devour new horizons. You will then know in your soul that the eternal sun shines not upon the same man.
The Earth shall rejoice and proclaim, "behold, there goes at last a Man who can bear his own weight".
And what a sight to behold such a man shall it be, indeed.
"Listen my brother to the voice of the healthy body; it is more upright and pure voice. More uprightly and purely speaks the healthy body, perfect and square built; and it speaks of the meaning of the earth."
— Nietzsche
You can make the conscious decision not to feel offended, ever. Do not allow yourself to fall into that strategical trap.
Stand proud with mocking demeanor, composed and unstirred. Laugh at those who think they can harm you in any way.
“Life, as a part, is interwoven with the life of the whole, not only present, but past and future, for while men come and go the folk lives on, continuous, eternal, providing its members perform their duty to it. Thus, in identifying himself with his folk man prolongs himself through the multiplicity of his ancestors and his descendants, and thereby attains immortality.”
—Colin Jordan
"The measure of what can still be saved rather depends on the existence, or absence, of men who stand before us not to recite talking points, but to be models: not yielding to the demagogy or materialism of the masses, but to revive different forms of sensibilities and interests. Beginning with what can still survive among the ruins, and slowly to construct a new man to be animated by means of a determined spirit and an adequate vision of life, and fortified by means of an iron adherence to given principles."
— Julius Evola, A Handbook for Right-Wing Youth
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A man should be an impenetrable fortress against which the tide comes crashing, his emerald halls only accessible to his loved and trusted ones who come to find monetarily refuge from the unceasing unrest of life, where they can find shelter and replenish themselves by drinking from the transcendental springs of the ancestral undying gardens.
Читать полностью…There is always one more thing you can do to influence any situation and achieve Victory.
Victory is always possible, gentlemen!
Stop making excuses, start being part of the solution.
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“At the very climax of joy there sounds a cry of horror or a yearning lamentation for an irretrievable loss.”
— Nietzsche