While modernity has become an all-encompassing iron cage, it has given us the tools to visit the last remaining patches of nature with unprecedented ease. It is incumbent on all of us to visit these last wildernesses, to spend time on our soil and in our forests and to re-orientate our thinking back in line with those environmentally minded philosophers who acted as balance to an unmitigated will to power. From the forests and the fields we will come to understand that the restoration of sanity and hope to the modern world will require spiritual and metaphysical solutions, not economic or technical ones. To save the planet, we must take the Feldweg and plant the seeds of a new beginning.
“The interpretation in the contemporary conditions would be, that full awareness is the foundation of any form of revolting. Firmness and uncompromising ways do not mean that you should go to your workplace or campus and preach the gospel of tradition or god forbid criticise more specific discourses like non-European immigration, SJW Inquisitorial suppression of freedom of speech, Man loathing radical feminism, mass murder orchestrated through state-sponsored approved abortion or LGBT(X) Identity proliferation. It means living an authentic life in the spirit of tradition without even blinking to the onslaught of the anti-traditional forces which are gaining momentum with every moment in time. This is where we place the Way of the Warden as a concept of metaphysical revolt…”
What men must realise is that while it is the duty of some generations to die gloriously in battle, to give themselves as wheat to the scythe, to consign themselves to a fate of feasting and fighting for evermore in Valhalla, the struggle of our generation is a different one. We are not contending with the mud and horror of the trenches, but we are every day wading through the ideological filth of modernity. It coats us completely, it corrodes us from the inside. It has poisoned every aspect of life. It wants us to submit utterly. Modernity is a siren song that tempts those men who can no longer tolerate it to destroy themselves, to take the only way out they can see. If we are to reverse this, men must understand the unpalatable truth that while for some generations it is heroic to die, for us it is heroic to live.
Christians have proven time and time again that we will always have the readiness to bleed, suffer and die for our faith. Let us then go forth and participate as athletes in the contest for Christ, proving true the adage that the blood of the martyrs is closer to God than the ink of the theologians and the prayers of the faithful.
…the very aim of Traditionalism is to render intelligible the now-decadent Hyperborean roots of all Indo-European beliefs. As such, it makes little sense to criticize each other in this way, because we are quibbling over which fractured tradition is better than any other.
I am not a man. Man is too feminine an identity to describe my lived experience. If there is a spectrum between “man” and “woman”, then a spectrum which extends beyond both is possible, as well. I identify as an Alpha Male.
The Spartans pioneered the laconic phrase. Lakonia was the general region around Sparta in southern Greece. They were a tough people, wasting little time with flowery phrases and got to the point quickly.