𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

Kali Yuga must be conquered within you. The Golden Age will first return to your soul. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

If victory were assured, there’d be no glory in achieving it. It’s in the decision of agony that we discover the glory we crave. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

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There was a king in Thule, Was faithful to the grave, Whom she that loved him truly In dying a goblet gave. He found no prize more appealing, Each feast he drained the cup; To his eyes the tears came stealing Whenever he held it up. And when he came to dying, The towns in his realm he enrolled, His heir no prize denying, Except that cup of gold. And at a royal wassail With all his knights sat he In the hall of his father's castle That faces toward the sea. The old carouser slowly Stood up, drank life's last glow, And flung the cup so holy Into the flood below. He saw it plunging, drinking As deep in the sea it sank. His eyes the while were sinking, Not a drop again he drank. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

The Soul is mortal, as the body; and it comes again eternally, as the body. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

Behold, I am a herald of the lightning and a heavy drop from the cloud; but this lightning is called the Übermensch. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

“We demand a decisive, unconditional, and complete return to the Nordic-pagan tradition. We reject all compromises, weaknesses, and indulgence towards anything stemming from the Semitic-Christian root that has contaminated our blood and intellect" — Julius Evola

"The world must die so that a new and better world can be created, reincarnated at a higher level." — Roman von Ungern-Sternberg

𝕺𝖓 𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 The divine is powerful in its creatures. It dwells not in walls that people build. They may be witnesses of its will, but god is in the living. Our ancestors went into the forests to find or to honor god. They greeted his light rising in the morning. That was more to them than a lamp in a man's hand. They stood on mountain tops because his greatest work, the starry sky, was nearest there, not covered by a roof of stone. The great spring flowing from the mountain was more genuine and nearer to god than anything that could flow from a bottle held by a human hand. Who dares to say that they were not close to the living god? Other peoples may seek refuge in the stone walls of their cities or seek their god in caves. The true Aryan senses god with holy fear in the life of creation. He prays to god by honoring his great works. Who dares to say that God is nearer to us in that which human beings have built? The faith of our fathers remains strong in us. Still today the Aryan wanders through his countryside and is moved by the beauty of the land god has given him. The summits of his mountains give freedom. He feels eternity amidst the sea. Flowing water is to him the image of eternal change. He protects the forest and the tree and the bush as if they were his comrades. He loves the animals that are tortured and tormented in other countries. What to him is part of his household is elsewhere only a possession. He sees and honors in everything god's creation, in the holy earth, in the wandering wind, in the flickering flames, in which there is always change. Ever again we stand on the summits of the peaks and wave the torch and feel the magnificent and the ineffable. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

"I see nothing but a world of ruins, where a kind of front line is possible only in the catacombs." –Julius Evola

Pagans believe that creation and destruction go together. That love is fury. That whatever occurred, and whatever occurs, we don’t have to apologise. We step over what exists. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. ᛟ | 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖘