Revolt against the modern world

The Void

Like many of us in the modern age – living a nigh pointless absurd life, chasing my own tail, enjoying vices of many kinds – I tried to suppress the feeling of spiritual vacuum within my breast. Ultimately, however, I could not desensitise myself to the inner voice of someone dead tired of me stumbling around like a drunkard, a voice that shouted incessantly ‘STOP, you fool, you have a mission, a purpose, a calling – For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required’.

So I was born in chaos and darkness, all alone, but for that inner murmur guiding and directing my steps, daring me to resist what is around, what is familiar, to shirk off the attraction of the ephemeral existence – of blurred lines and intoxicated mind – to turn away from the lunar siren call of dream-like reality and to give up. The hunger and desire to go back to that prior state of being were not unlike a pull of a strong river current taking my exhausted body under, to drown. Yet… There was no going back after that first lungful of sweet fresh air.

And so I was reborn in that darkness… As Light, as a Spark, as the flame of the eternal Fire, the permanent blemish upon the black canvas of the Void. A high note in God’s wild laughter at the yawning maw of entropy – fearless, but calm, always ready, always looking upwards toward the Heaven and the Sun.

So I say unto you, my dear Brothers –

 

There is a War within and without, a War in which we are It – the Warriors, the first and the last defence line that will stand against all Evil and all perils it might bring to our lands, our homes and our people.

It is a ceaseless struggle of the flesh, of the mind, of the spirit, and most importantly of the immortal Soul. A struggle from far before the moments of our conceptions to the point the aeons will dissolve at the end of our Universe, and we are those who shall wield the fiery swords of the Inner Kingdom.

It is our duty, honour and prerogative – no matter the odds, no matter the hardship – to not ever yield, flinch of relent in the face of adversity and our enemies. We never shall surrender, for ours shall be the Triumph at the End. Hail our people! Hail Victory!

2 Comments
  1. AugustPower says

    I salute you. A knight to a knight; man of iron and flame to a man of iron and flame.

    I feel my soul in yours. I wish you the greatest strength and divine guidance in perfecting your spirit, kind and body.

    We have already the first victory of the inner, greater war; we are aware.

    -AugustPower

  2. AugustPower says

    I salute you. A knight to a knight; man of iron and flame to a man of iron and flame.

    I feel my soul in yours. I wish you the greatest strength and divine guidance in perfecting your spirit, mind and body.

    We have already the first victory of the inner, greater war; we are aware.

    -AugustPower

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