Sunday, August 22, 2021

The Afghan Campaign

 

 


I saw the last days in the news, the taliban marching to the Afghan capital of Cabul. Before that, one town after the other were falling without resistance under their control and now even USA, RUSSIA, CHINA etc are negotiating with them.   
As it seems, after 20 years and the waste of billions of dollars, about 2500 soldiers dead and plenty of civilians wounded etc The modern rainbow "west" failed again to control the territory and eliminitate (or at hold back) one of its enemies. What did it gone wrong? Simply, the West as we know  from history is not west anymore. Since decades now she had abandonded the values found upon.

Speaking of the real West, it bringed to my mind the book "The Afghan Campaign"


 "A novel about Alexander the Great’s three-year campaign in the Afghan kingdoms, 330-328 BCE. A dead ringer for the U.S.’s war in the same deserts and mountains, still going on today."


The Afghan Campaign is a historic novel written by Steven Pressfield (Also writter of other succesful historic novel such as The Gates of Fire, The Tides of War etc).
The story takes place in the same lands of Aghanistan but in 330 bc. In the times of Alexander The Great. Its a story narrated by soldier of Macedonian army.

As it based upon real historical facts but the major difference is that here we are talking about the real western army and imperialist values of the Ancient world and not the modern these degenerates lead by traitors and puppets of their shadow masters.



As it seems, not much have changed since the days of Alexander The Great's passing through this regions. So for anyone intrested, the book gives good insight of how war is done there and also various conflicts with different tribes, warlords, leaders etc

For more info on the Novel's plot see HERE and HERE

As for the future in the modern Afghanistan,this gonna bring a change in global geopolitics or a new day for the country that will control amongst other the rare metals, production of opium etc

Things will be more clear in the next months....


Saturday, August 21, 2021

Exiles of a Golden Age To The Strife of The Age of Iron



 The legends of the ancient Polish underground return with ‘Iron Age of Strife’. The new album is now ready to be unleashed, and marks the dawn of a new era for the band, both musically and conceptually.

Remember your forefathers and what they died for. Reject the modern world and stay true to your roots, culture and values. The old banners are being raised up high again. The war is far from over and we will be victorious. BLOOD AND SOIL.

 

 SUNWHEEL Iron Age of Strife CD available from:

http://militant.zone/product/sunwheel-2021/


Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Ich Hab's Gewagt

 "I was permitted to work for many years of my life under the greatest son whom my people has brought forth in its thousand-year history. Even if I could, I would not want to erase this period of time from my existence. I am happy to know that I have done my duty as a German, as a National Socialist, as a loyal follower of my Führer. I do not regret anything.
If I were to begin all over again, I would act just as I have acted, even if I knew that in the end I should meet a fiery death at the stake. No matter what human beings may do, I shall some day stand before the judgment seat of the Eternal. I shall answer to Him and I know He will judge me innocent."

RUDOLF WALTER RICHARD HESS 


 

Friday, August 13, 2021

Verses For The Dead

 

 When these gnerations are purged of dishonour
And hurl from their shoulders the shackles of bondage
And feed in their vitals the hunger for virtue,
The flashes of blood will illumine the millions
of graves of the fallen, then thundering armies
Will ride over clouds and the terror of terrors,
The third of the tempests will sweep through the country:
                 The dead turning homeward.

 
When men of this nation no longer are cowards
Or weaklings, but feel their vocation and mission,
Their hearts will decipher the message of heaven,
In dread beyond measure. Their hands will be lifted,
Their lips will be tunes to the homage of honour,
The flag of the king, the legitimate symbol
Will fly through the dawn and be lowered in praise of
                 The hallowed, the heroes!

STEFAN GEORGE Das Neue Reich (1928)


 

Saturday, August 7, 2021

The Hamadryad Nymphs And Their Curse to the Destroyers of Trees

 

HAMADRYADS
The Tree Nymphs of the Hellenic Mythic Tradition

The Hamadryads were Nymphs/Spirits that were born and lived inside Oaks  and other trees. When the tree was cut down or destroyed the Hamadryad dies or goes to another tree and curses/punish the one who did it.

 

According to the mythical tradition, there was also a punishment by the Gods for those who do so. A known example in Erysichthon of Thesally. When he decided to build his palace in the sacred grove of the goddess Demeter, he ordered his men to cut down all the trees  included a sacred oak. The men refused so Erysichthon took an axe and cut the tree himself, killing the nymph of the tree. Her last words was a curse to Erysichthon.His punishment was eternal hunger.


Some names of Hamadryads are : 

Atlanteia, Chrysopeleia, Dryope, Byblis, Phobe etc

Also several trees in Hellas still names after Hamadryads. Some examples:

Karya (Walnut), Balanos (Oak), Ptelea (Elm), Morea (Mulberry), Kraneia (Dogwood) etc

 

SEE ALSO:

The Importance of Forest in European Religion

 

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

To Ride With The Wolves & Trolls

 

ULVER  Ulverytternes Kamp 1993/1994

Sunday, August 1, 2021

Pagan Barbarism & Magic - The Unseen World of Heavy Metal



THE METAL QUESTION

By

Brendan Heard

 Let me tell you a very strange story. The story of one of those quirky facts that linger unseen in plain view, where moth-eaten ghosts hide in the trends of pop culture.

The story of the strange link between reactionary rightist values and heavy metal music.

That is, the illiberal spectre of pagan barbarism, paternal initiation ritual, and complexity-magic hidden in occidental male autism-culture. Specifically pop culture, or more specifically a former pop culture now all but vanished, or at least well hidden. Chiefly the hobbyist or lifestyle genres known as: heavy metal, prog rock, science fiction, fantasy, and role playing games.

The average person (the average idiot) thinks of metal-heads as pseudo-anarchists and limitlessly partying savages who listen to grating noise for the sake of rebellion. The partying part at least, might be true. A post-industrial conservative without imagination is immediately taken aback, annoyed, or confused by what he perceives to be strange hippy satanists disobeying rules of polite presentation. Some people think music is something you put on to aid in relaxation, and nothing more. Normies only identify an affinity for something if it has the sheen of mass approval (an inherently unmetal attitude). An atypical conservative type might be forgiven for thinking metalheads are liberals, but that is by and large not the case. You will find, generally, they are not among the politically correct, but intelligent and creative brutes who have been stirred to investigate arcane corners of art where lie the makers of myth, the shaman and the sea lord. Metalheads often have a natural understanding of nature’s Nietzschean underbelly, their music itself being an expression of strength and natural competition, with themes of fighting, death, conquering, and other worlds. And if they have no intellectual pretense, you’ll find a natural, instinctive creature who likes real things (seeks beyond the superficial) and who shuns comfort and relaxed feelings for risk and excitement.


Now, metal is related in a sense to punk (being identifiable cultural modes tied to a style of music which encompass a look and lifestyle) but anyone who is old enough to remember recalls that these two were diametrically opposed, politically and conceptually, from their outset. Punk has none of the ‘burning down the village’ sentiment found in metal, punks roots are social unrest, in leftist anti-hierarchy agitprop, and if born today the Sex pistols would grow up as chavs listening to shitty UK gangster rap. Punks have roots in barely understanding their instruments, and peddling primarily an ‘attitude’. A frankly very contemporary-art-ethos. there is no real drama there, no tension of brute force and delicate skill, no hyper-imaginative vistas of evil warlords and alien worlds found in metal and prog. They do not risk the bombastic, their hearts are not on their sleeves. The punk, for all his rebellious pretense, stays firmly in effete social commentary and egoism, no viking invasions and lusty barbarian slave harems or kingdoms made of crystal for him.

 


Now they get a pass as cool by normies and above-normie-tier music fans, because their musical inability and leftism is hidden in ‘rebellion attitude’, which remained juvenile and grounded and thus does not cross the Bifröst line to sincere patriarchal power-creativity. But how can you tell when something has crossed that line? When its art contains an easily-mockable element; that is the hallmark of a genuine style in modern times. This superficial defenselessness is the manifestation of the required suspension of belief, which is the launch pad to the vale of giants. When an art form can be so easily labelled as cheesy by the unimaginative, when girls do not understand it, nor jocks, nor accountants, it may be of this ilk. When it appeals to the awkward young man of good breeding, who is alone (or if he’s lucky, with like-minded) then this young man under proper conditions can undergo the metal initiation, and enter an adult and deeply historic understanding of conflict, death, and the machinations of power, leaving behind somewhat outwardly those artifacts of imagination that in youth kept him ostracized from the greater tribe. A true understanding of nature and power, which may come more easily to the unthinking jock who has never questioned an impulse, will dawn on the initiate. He will learn that you can’t talk to women like they are men, or normies like aesthetes. 


As a youth my friends and I used to mark the genius level of a cult movie or a metal band by the degree to which our girlfriends would dislike them. We knew a band we had followed was now a ‘sell out’ and in demise when the sportsball teams began to sing along to their tunes in the locker room.


Of the musical genres I speak of, the two that are the most similar, and enjoyed by a similar audience, are metal and progressive rock. Most of what I have to say regarding metal can be applied also to progressive rock, although it contains less so the heathen aggressiveness, and moreso the exploration of complexity, which again is the hallmark occupation of the now-much-maligned occidental man, when they obsess about something and get trapped in a joyful autism-spiral. What music your unimaginative parents and normie friends smirk at derisively and cause you to doubt, you will notice a decade later is remembered as legendary creative achievement. It takes a long time for normal people to grow accustomed to groundbreaking cultural energies.They are 100% social and for them the art maybe does not have meaning, what matters to them is that they have heard multiple times from others that it is ‘good art’.

So what specifically is the link between a conservative traditionalism and heavy metal? I noticed this as anecdotal experience in the attitude of many of my fellow metalheads, and those inclined to such music generally. Let’s start by getting the obvious reasons out of the way. By ‘right wing’ in the modern context we really mean generally illiberal, that is natural skepticism towards equality as a concept, and an unabashed archaically masculine outlook to life. Most of the metal (of the classical period) is innately tribalistic and aggressive, in its presentation and outlook to life. There are many metal songs about pillaging enemy towns, viking warfare, overthrowing kings, ancient gods, horror themes, adventures in space, acquisition of women, and generally burning down the world. It is innately gladiatorial, as it is innately pagan (or at least feudal). In this way, it harkens back to very old tendencies, ancient attitudes to the world which lie buried beneath modern ‘reality’. Pre-enlightenment energies which are alive in their coffin, under heavy dirt-layers of technology and Modernism and generally emasculated, atheistic, egalitarian corporate culture. Somehow, this strange electric music overcame many centuries of conditioning to create an instantaneous emotional response in men (and some women) more akin to steppe horse-raiders than to corporate consumers.

 


When invovled in the genre it becomes paramount to express truth, in the form of playing and listening to ‘true metal’ and not being a ‘poser’. A poser being essentially a liar or a cuckold, someone who holds back in their metal sentiment to make easy or weaselly (dishonest) appeals to a mainstream. The first sell-out posers evolved into the entirely fake boy bands, who dance their sickeningly urban pop-and-click-sideways-hat shuffle upon the corpse mountain of artists who believed and struggled to achieve excellence within a genuine peered framework. A non-fake person (non-poser) can only witness this debacle with chagrin, and then grim determination, as he points his hatchet to the wind.

This strange timeless combative phenomenon regarding heavy metal is the same we see at work in aforementioned role paying games like dungeons and dragons and other similar hobbyist obsessions which are notably particular to the ‘sons of Prometheus’. Boys risk get teased for playing them, and to the unimaginative (sportsball enthusiasts, accountants) they seem lost in fairy worlds, reducing their sexual market value by being a step too far removed from reality. But in the role playing game or in the fantasy novel we also see the expression or communion with this dormant pagan-masculine-creative-complexity impulse. Tales of high adventure with creatures of ancestral myth. Recreating personal high adventure Tolkienesque epics with elves and wizards. It is the rumbling, primordial resonance of an ancient religious impulse, recalling days when going to the local temple was to hear your fix of cyclopses and dragons, to hear the adventures of Theseus or Thor, fighting monsters and evil kings. Very similar it is to the experience of heavy metal, though the games are less emotional and more taxing to your cool.

 



How does one describe the feeling metal induces in the listener? How does one define that appeal? Superficially it might be said to express/incite anger. But anger is not what the initiate feels – it is more like energy. It’s not negative, despite often violent or threatening lyrics, it is paradoxically jubilant and invokes a feeling of power. Like magic. The music invokes truth telling and Darwinistic conquest and demands of the listener discriminatory polarization against other modern musical genres with their less energizing (weak) evocations. It is about not showing compromise, and shames those that defer to hesitant or effete opinion.

 

The invigoration metal awakens is an energy which defies commodification (unless by album/ticket sales), which requires a genuine appraoch. This is why I think the media overlords soon abandoned it, after an early flirtation with cloaking it in ‘satanism’ and using it as a tool in their arsenal to whittle away at nuclear family ideals. When they realized it was channelling an ancient and dangerous vigour, it was dropped, and the glam metallers eventually faded into Maddona-esque choreographed dance routines and total hopeless despair of the fake and superficial. But the cult of prog rock and metal remained with us, and you can see initiates in the streets, here and there, looking more or less the same now as they did in the 70’s and 80’s. A hidden cult. The same might be said for fans of true science fiction and fantasy, though they are more readily indulged and now coddled into corporate perma-infancy with Marvel remakes and comic-con plastic-tits culture which would force Tolkien to commit ritual suicide.

 



The metalhead can occasionally feel lonely in his musical obsessions, but over time he will realise the fault lies with others, not with some peculiarity of bad taste on his part. The initiates knows that the uninitiated have simply not tried hard enough to get into it, for the reason that virtually everyone has the same initial reaction to it: (horrible noise, stress-inducing etc.) which fades with repeated listening. So the initiate, having started from the same position, knows he now inhabits a higher a plane the uninitiated do not. The metalhead sits atop this lofty precipice, strong in his mountain, and watches these lesser creatures flit to and fro on meaningless passions of trend.

 

 

I could go on, but this is too long already. The summary must be this: the obsessive hobbies of imaginative men will always return to their root. The root is archaic, metal is a bombastic bottom-line iron fist in a modern world full of diapered adult babies.

 Article taken from www.aureus-press.com