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Archetype Creation

It’s not often that with content I’ve contributed to Halithaz, the imagery comes before the written word. Most times the natural process of writing plants an idea in my head which I later embody visually. However, after the first snowfall a couple weeks back, I took the opportunity to shoot some photos. 

I set up my tripod outside, took my shirt off in the frigid wind, and got to business. I was satisfied with the results. In addition to a damn fine shoot with my recently purchased replica of Geralt of Rivia’s sword, it planted an idea in my head. 

I had created major Witcher energy. I certainly looked the part I must say. But alas, while I adore the Witcher universe, it exists in its own world. Geralt of Rivia is a fantastic character. The way he’s developed across books and other media alike is masterful. 

But I am not him, he is not me. 

I had just achieved something within my own world.

I just achieved a form of creation within myself.

Forging ourselves into something worthy of legend and song has been a core principle of Halithaz since day one; development of our bodies and minds for the sake of upwards momentum. 

Such is similar in the world of Role Playing Games, whether that’s of the tabletop, digital or even live action variety. Upon starting, you create your character that you will be using throughout the game. You assign attributes such as strength or intellect. You can pick and choose proficiency in certain abilities. You can decide your character’s backstory and origins.

Throughout the course of the game, these attributes and skills applied to your character can be molded: increased, developed into new sub-abilities within that specific skill. Your strength may increase, or your magical ability can grow more adept. 

You can learn new attack patterns, new spells, or new skills entirely to bolster the abilities of this fantasy avatar you have aided in creating. 

This is not so dissimilar from our own personal journey, and the main reason I find these types of games to be so engaging. Sure, being born under the sign of the warrior to automatically guarantee you a three plate bench press would be nice — but it isn’t realistic in our world. 

However through work, determination, and patience, through practicing and developing the attributes we do have, that three plate bench press is very much attainable. 

The moment we are born, we become the protagonist of our own universe, the writers of our own story, and the ones who direct our own fate. We are the clay ready to be molded into the statue. 

We can absolutely take inspiration from other characters. Aragorn son of Arathorn, through trial and tribulation, becoming the king of Gondor. How about a trigger-happy space marine tearing through hordes of demons on Mars? A man that embodies such raw power that hell itself fears him. 

Great characters. But, we are not them. And that is a good thing. 

Many view the world through an extremely mundane lens. Many idolize these characters and like to imagine themselves to be like them, however what are they doing to make that happen?

You may not be a super powered demon slayer, or a white-haired, sword-wielding mutant, but that doesn’t make your story any less exciting. Think of the roads you’ve travelled, of the adventures you have undertaken with fellow men, of the successes you’ve had, of the love you have both felt and lost. You grow and develop with each step along the way. 

But words must be written for a story to take place. Actions must be initiated and effort put in. Archetypes must be forged, carefully molded. You become the archetype of your own doings. 

Your archetype becomes your crown. It’s your responsibility to make sure you deserve to wear that crown. 

I enjoy reading about heroes of old, or of tragic figures in history. I also enjoy well crafted characters in our modern forms of media. There’s something about it that sets off an immediate spark in our heads. 

Why not be the one to initiate the spark? You can, through dedication and through willingness to stoke the flames. If there’s a skill you’ve always wanted to learn, or a new hobby you’ve wanted to undertake…

Why would you not try it?

Our time here is not infinite, but the mark we leave can be. 

Develop yourself. 

Grow your character.

Write your own story, make your own legends, and become the archetype of the grandest version of you. Do that, and you’ve earned the right to sit in the same echelon as the great characters that inspired your action to begin with.

No time like the present, lads. You better get started.

Red Wolf, Out.

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When to Gang Up

How to start powerful allegiances that last and permeate.

It is often the case that man gets high off his own ideas. 

When we are enchanted by break-through thoughts and life-changing ideas it is only human to seek immediate gratification, or share your excitement with those you deem worthy of its knowledge. 

But of course if you were interested in being simply human, you wouldn’t be reading articles seeded to you through an exclusive cyber channel. 

It is your utmost duty as a man seeking a higher quality of life to restrain yourself from such base pleasures.

We all think we know this, but it is better I cover it now, rather than move straight past it hoping we’re all on the same page.

The pregenitive moments of your creation need only your thoughts, and your meditation.

The lowest version of you relishes in fooling you in these moments more than any other.

“I better get so-and-so’s input on this. I can’t do this without first asking ____ to-” you get it. 

All of the things you hear in those first few moments of inspiration will attempt to seduce and tantalize. And why shouldn’t they? Oftentimes these sorts of ideas are a fantastic means to flex and show-off your newest and brightest thoughts; a perfect vehicle for your ego to drive off into the sunset as you think ‘yep, my friends think im the shit for sure’.

But not only is it more-often-than-not going to seem quite dim to all of those you share it with, it’s only half baked, yes even when you think it’s done. 

So i’ll tell you now the one friend you can tell this idea too, and his name is silence. 

For all of those under the spell, I recommend you find a nice quiet spot after your daily tasks and light a candle there. Now sit, plan, think, and then think some more.

Only then might you choose properly to act further. 

Doing is the next step. That STILL doesn’t mean you spill the beans. 

Buckle down and make a plan.

This means a better picture, it means a strategy, it means making it digestible for everyone who may become involved at a future date (as a client or as a partner). 

But this is a crucial step to take before letting others know about your idea.

This is for numerous reasons. My top three are as followed:

1. Your idea might still not have enough traction in the real world. 

2. Through the process of applying meat, muscles, etc this idea looked better as a skeleton. 

3. The balance of proper application for its actualization requires a different time, place, strength, intelligence or skill level. 

It is in that gauntlet of meditation where you will find the weaknesses that would have made you look weak.  

If you pass through those three unscathed then that’s a great start.

If you didn’t, don’t sweat it.

That doesn’t always mean trash the idea, but if you have the proper mettle and that fire of passion still burns then you may rejoice yet. You have truly found something good there; something worth fighting for. It simply needs more meditation.

…Aren’t you glad you didnt take that idea to someone you admire before realizing it wasn’t built properly? 

You should be, because as someone who hears lots of ideas from lots of people. It’s pretty clear who’s done this and who hasn’t. And it’s embarrassing to put up with 100% of the time for anyone on the receiving end.

Yet I am not exempt. For I’m sure many have been on the receiving end of many of my half baked plans before.

Yet the first step in addiction is acknowledging it, no? 

Great ideas form lasting allegiances. 

I like to think of good, well thought out ideas as a commodity just as powerful as gold, or silver. It’s never not an asset in any avenue of society. 

You wanna change the world? You need people.

You want people? They need paying.

It is folly to believe people don’t believe in individuals or ideas the same way we all “believe” in money and its inherent value. 

It’s all just as real and not real as you want it to be. And it’s backed up by others invested in it. 

So if your ideas have been honed well enough, that shit will grow inside others the same way it did in you. And if it doesn’t? Well you know damn well yourself that its gold, and anyone who doesnt must be blind.

See again we understand now the importance of the meditation phase of these things. Without confidence in our new faith/currency/idea then those negative ears that digest it would be right to see it worth nothing. 

It needs to be real through your own conjurings and skill in the realm of voces magicae.  Be a wizard or a peasant when you bring this new chapter of human history to those trusted ears you deem worthy of its power.

Great ideas don’t even need the promise of anything else. The right listener will understand the same way they understand snorting a line of coke. Its fuckin right there in their head right away. 

And guess what? They fucking love it. 

We construct these allegiances to pledge our fealty and oath to the idea we all collectively believe in. 

This idea should become your God. At the very least it should be clear to you that it is a divine will manifest, and you are PLAYER-1 in its level completion. 

These concepts and ideas form more concepts and ideas. This is the formation of lasting works, empires, realms, worlds, etc. 

From a word to a word I was led to a word,

From a work to a work I was led to a work. 


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Christ and Prometheus

I have been spending time lately with a congregation of Pentecostal Christians. The Pastor of the local Church and his wife have become good friends of mine, and we meet outside of Sunday morning worship – which I attend with my family – to enjoy one another’s company. Our daughters are only a few months apart in age, and our wives are both invested in diet and physical fitness. He is a brilliantly warm and hospitable man, physically fit, intelligent, and well spoken; I quickly grew to like him upon our first handshake.

    There is within our broadly pagan circles an – often justified – distrust or dislike of Christianity. A large majority of the readership and social circles herein likely had satanic heavy metal and the disdain for Christianity as a staple in our teenage years. It remains extremely stylish among intellectuals to chastise and ridicule Christian belief while predictably remaining nihilistic and empty, a perpetual chasing of external stimuli to numb the soul as many of our contemporaries and mentors have previously discussed at adequate length. In this segment, I do not strive to point out the flaws with modern man’s absence of relationship with the divine for the umpteenth time nor provide any particularly detailed dissection of any specific branch of the tree of Christian values, but rather, my own experience thus far in my interactions with the Church.

    I first heard of this particular church through an entertaining yet depressing reddit thread on a page for my hometown that I masochistically used to check in on every few weeks and have since broken the habit. One of the threads was something to the effect of “disgusting new oppressive church set to open in town”. I was extremely intrigued, were we getting some manner of Westboro Baptist church? Could it be some openly extremist church? In progressive coastal BC? The first few comments furthered that notion, suggesting fellow readers check out the church’s instagram and official website and just see all the bigoted garbage being spouted. Upon looking fervently, hoping for some passing amusement, I saw nothing that could vaguely pass for the boogeyman of “intolerance” and was instead greeted by sleek modern graphic design, and invitations to come meet and hear about their mission in person.

    The comments went on to make such statements as “being a member of the LGBT community I feel extremely unsafe that these people are coming here” and more broadly and generally “fuck these people” and so forth. While I couldn’t find anything on the church’s website and instagram even vaguely indicating something akin to “fags burn in hell” I was immensely amused by the degree of rustled jimmies among the redditors and so I messaged the Church simply saying “hey, I’m not a Christian, but I hope you guys do well on opening here, welcome to [town].”

    I wisely neglected to follow the thread on that godforsaken website, and when the Church posted to their instagram that the first few congregations were going to take place I decided to go meet them and get a vibe check. I arrived in the middle of their service, and was greeted immediately by the smiling faces and handshakes of young, happy, healthy looking families, and an assortment of kind elderly couples. The pastor – from another campus, I would learn – was speaking about coming together in the name of Christ above and beyond all mundane contemporary issues that may otherwise divide us.  I stood at the back of the hall for the remainder of the sermon, listened to their worship music, and then chatted with the majority of the congregation afterwards. I asked a few standard questions pertaining to what denomination they were, what philosophies outlines their particular strain of Christianity and so forth. They were all outstandingly kind and engaging.

    Speaking with the head pastor who had founded this Church, I told him that while I am not a Christian myself, I felt that the time is nigh for those of us who feel a connection with divinity, God, the Gods, the Heavens, to largely set aside these differences and come together in our communities against the grey morass of consumption and subjugation that Jack Donovan has named “The Empire of Nothing”. As a side note I was later speaking with Ioan and Zack and I told them that, while he agreed with me, the pastor also said “I’ve known lots of people on their spiritual journey and development.” I asked them if they think he was implying that becoming a Christian, “finding Christ” is the inevitable final destination of any spiritual journey; they said of course; for that head pastor, it would and should only be natural that his conviction tells him there is no other path.

    Years prior I had also attended a number of meetings with a Gnostic “congregation” which I enjoyed greatly. The discussions of archetypes spanning Christianity, Vedic and Norse paganism, Buddhism, and specklings of psychology, numerology, and general occultism set the hook in for me and since then I have been highly invested in this philosophical outlook largely as a thought experiment for investigating cultural parallels, archetypal manifestations, and representations of aspects of humanity.
    In this line of thought, I have come to view “Christ” as a symbol for the enlightened, individuated, elevated, perfected man. In line with Buddha, Odin/Wotan after his self-sacrifice, or any other Bodhisattva across the cultural board. Much in the same manner as we all strive for a perfect unattainable archetype that we know we will not reach in this life, Christians will never be Christ – yet they aspire to be as Christ-like as possible during their time here. This unwavering faith and devotion is immensely admirable whether we agree with the philosophy behind it or not.

    Is this type of thought too invested in some degree of Monism? I’m not sure yet myself. I don’t know if these myriad deities across time and cultures are all “the same” and have just been given new names and masks from each peoples who they sang to in their blood. Are Thor and Indra and Perun the same? This is highly likely given the shared Indo-European background and as many of our contemporaries and forebears have explored in spectacular depth. What about if we begin to call the archangel Michael a parallel to these “Strikers”? Michael leads the angels in battle against “the Dragon”, and his earliest sanctuaries and holy places are also associated with “healing waters.” St. George also takes up the mantle as dragon/serpent slayer as another Christian symbol superimposed over that timeless archetype of He who slays and casts down that which is dark or evil.

    The key area that I have found myself in disagreement with these Christians is the concept of salvation or the “breaking of chains” through servitude and devotion to their God and his manifestations. The current theme spanning the coming weeks of the Sunday services is “Jesus is King” wherein the pastors have said in no ambiguous terms that “you cannot make it through life on your own – you cannot be your own king – you cannot bear the weight of this world yourself” and so forth. My knee jerk reaction is to wholly disagree, but if I decide to play with this notion I can argue for symbolic aspects of it. 

    For Christians, God is their absolute axis mundi about which they navigate their lives. He is the Light and the Way; for this they cannot do it “on their own” without this guiding point. I have conceded to myself that in such a way, this is true. We as mundane fleshy creatures cannot “do it all ourselves” insofar as we require the vertical thought of ideals and hierarchy, we need “God” upon which we can orient ourselves, our choices, our actions, and our relationships. Largely it is the choice of the word “submission” that sits on my tongue as a bitter taste. Though the etymology of the word is as such “to place (oneself) under the control of another, to yield oneself,” from Latin submittere “to yield, lower, let down, put under, reduce,” and while again my initial response is the shirk away from terms that lower me, I must also keep in mind and recognize that for me to have ideals and lofty ambitions, it is necessitated that I be beneath those. 

    But the jealous desert God does not want us to climb that ladder as we know from the archetypal fall of Lucifer who wished to be more. Who tempted Eve with the fruit of the tree of knowledge. Like Prometheus who stole the fire of the Gods to bring it to mankind, which elevated us closer to our own Godhood and actualization – and for this he is punished. Chained to the rock of eternal noontide.

    This, I believe, is the point where we come across the trope of “the Church is all about control”. From what I see in daily life, these Christians are kind, loving people who don’t seem to want to control anybody, but passively hope for everyone that they find this light in their lives which has brought them such meaning. This meaning also provides the scaffolding upon which to base their behaviour and morals, so it can be argued that it does function as a form of “control”, and by that token every concept or idea is also “control” insofar as it provides framework for the mindset and lifestyle of the individual or group. To take a brief step back, my wife pointed out to me a few months ago that of all the other women she had gone to high school with, it was those among them who were Christian who largely “had their lives together”. They were married, had children, a nice home, and by all accounts appeared very fulfilled and happy. She said by contrast, most of the “other” girls were living lives largely outlined by many red-pill advocates or otherwise generally directionless and “figuring out what they want from life/doing me/in my lane.” Which seemed obvious enough to me that the prior women were operating within a set of moral guidelines with a solid community around them that shared these principles. They have a proper cultural framework.

    When your stereotypes are being kind, performing community outreach beyond your own church for people who don’t share your beliefs, praying for people and communities and wishing them well, having wholesome families, and coming together in a common belief of a positive light, it’s difficult to hold on to the disdain for Christians. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game” some might say. And while my experiences spending time with these Christians so far has been enjoyable and finally given me a glimpse into that community, I know I will always be slightly “other” from them. Perhaps they will hold on to the idea or believe strongly that “he’s right on the cusp” or that some miracle or notion or other will pull me over to see the light. What they perhaps don’t know or would prefer to not acknowledge is that much like they consume the flesh and blood of their God, my Gods are already also within me. I have incorporated them into my being and will continue to do so in a flaming, undulating Mobius strip Ouroboros of being and becoming.

    Christ “took our place” upon the cross for our sins. He was crucified atop Golgotha, which is the crown of the skull. Within the Sahasrara Chakra from which the Lingasarira erupts from the body to higher realms. His life was condemned and he was pierced through the ribs with a spear and placed in “the cave” – which we will of course see as the underworld – from which he arose, resurrected after 3 days. 3 days, 3 nights, a tripartite God – 9 – 9 worlds, 9 nights or 9 moons, a full gestational period from insemination to birth. The resurrection of Christ is the lynchpin upon which the faith of many Christians hangs, and it is a tale of ascension wherein the Son rejoins the Father –of whom he is a manifestation – beyond the firmament. It is the unification of divinity beyond our comprehension and ourselves as we too leave “the cave”. Yet the Christians do not seek to emulate Christ in this manner, they do not wish to risk the cleaving of their crown by the sword of Michael as they approach the throne of Godhood themselves. The jewel from which will be sought by many through the ages…

    I will always see fate, destiny – or “God’s plan” – as an extended Promethean hand beckoning me to explore all avenues during my time here in this round. To amalgamate my experiences and to indulge in all manner of undertaking that can embolden or reshape my preconceived notions. I will not stagnate under one single God, regardless of the positive impact His Word has led to in the lives of these people whom I have grown to call friends. His word is not what is in my blood, I will be cast from the garden for daring to eat the apple – I know it is one of the golden ones of the Hesperides. For it is only once we feel the longing and need to reclaim that Paradise within our souls, at the bottom of the Ocean, and beyond the Poles, can we begin to orient ourselves back North and pass beyond the winds.

O divine air Breezes on swift bird-wings,
Ye river fountains, and of ocean-waves
The multitudinous laughter Mother Earth!
And thou all-seeing circle of the sun,
Behold what I, a God, from Gods endure!
Look down upon my shame,
The cruel wrong that racks my frame,
The grinding anguish that shall waste my strength,
Till time’s ten thousand years have measured out their length!
He hath devised these chains,
The new throned potentate who reigns,
Chief of the chieftains of the Blest. Ah me!
The woe which is and that which yet shall be
I wail; and question make of these wide skies
When shall the star of my deliverance rise.
And yet-and yet-exactly I foresee
All that shall come to pass; no sharp surprise
Of pain shall overtake me; what’s determined
Bear, as I can, I must, knowing the might
Of strong Necessity is unconquerable.
But touching my fate silence and speech alike
Are unsupportable. For boons bestowed
On mortal men I am straitened in these bonds.
I sought the fount of fire in hollow reed
Hid privily, a measureless resource
For man, and mighty teacher of all arts.
This is the crime that I must expiate
Hung here in chains, nailed ‘neath the open sky. Ha! Ha!
What echo, what odour floats by with no sound?
God-wafted or mortal or mingled its strain?
Comes there one to this world’s end, this mountain-girt ground,
To have sight of my torment? Or of what is he fain?
A God ye behold in bondage and pain,
The foe of Zeus and one at feud with all
The deities that find
Submissive entry to the tyrant’s hall;
His fault, too great a love of humankind.
Ah me! Ah me! what wafture nigh at hand,
As of great birds of prey, is this I hear?
The bright air fanned
Whistles and shrills with rapid beat of wings.
There cometh nought but to my spirit brings
Horror and fear.

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The Riddle of Freedom

There is very little on this earth that can disable a man more than a loss of fire. 

Burnouts are inevitable for the modern creative. 

Oftentimes they are brought on by an onslaught of potent, and inspiring ideas and goals which rip and pull at you like the demons depicted in late Christian iconography. 

The eldritch sigil of the rune Kaunan warns us that the flame of creation is also the artist’s ulcer. A flame that both creates, and creates problems.

The Aesir tribe are divine and ultimate. They are those that have dominated nature by hook or by crook. Thunderously thrashing down upon the chaos in chariots of fire and thunder. 

They are the apex aristocracy that reshape the raw materials of the cosmos into shapes and forms that serve purpose towards their reign over all things.

In many ways this is reciprocated through a constant Thursian struggle to eliminate those that threaten the divine and natural state. 

The Gods are creators, and it is man’s highest honor to possess the ability to mimic this holy and immortal act. 

So holy, that if the Gods never even truly existed, we would still possess the spells of those archetypes, and the formulas to create anything we desire. 

As we constantly carve away at the natural order of this life, so too does it attempt to carve at us. 

For there is an equilibrium within the chase of order and chaos, and it sends us spinning ever upward. 

But there are times when that momentum is thrown off kilter and out of rhythm.

Often this is by our own doing. 

Man has a vice in his discovery of the good work. Whatever that might manifest as within his realm, his kingdom, his mind. 

For the good work is never revealed all at once, a fact that has ruined many. 

He might find this flicker of grail-light within a thousand actions and a thousand more endeavors, yet he willingly goes forth, knowing he still might never find that highest of achievements. 

It is within this maze of inspiration, and creation, that we often snuff out. 

Not because the goal was weak, but the application thereof.

We would know this to be true if we were to simply sit in silence after that failed battle and apply an analysis of extreme ownership over all of our actions that lead us to failing on that campaign. 

Were we too redundant?

Too predictable?

Too aggressive for our resource chain?

We must begin to understand that all of our burnouts and failures are due to a failed application of resources (think of a boxing match, a car race, a long distance run, etc) 

We often revel in the idea of freedom without understanding what freedom is. 

Ask most and they will tell you that freedom is something like ‘being able to get up whenever I want, and do things on my own time.’

Freedom is not found in a dutyless life, but rather in its opposite. 

When man has found himself fireless by his own hand, the weapon wielded by his lower self is the sword of comfort.

We fool ourselves into thinking we’re ‘running a company’ though we’re wearing sweatpants and waking up past noon.

We trick ourselves into thinking it’s liberating to ‘have no boss’ when we have no true understanding of how to govern our inner world. 

If man is to persevere through the trials of self governance then he must have a lord to bow to within his mind. That higher self should be your Solar King as you campaign forth for him like Horus and his sons ravage the galaxy as Lunar wolves. 

This cannot be learned through any means other than trial and error.

You will fail, and we all should welcome failure on the road of the self-made man seeking a higher existence.

Failure is the mead, and the ambrosia, which soothes us through enlightenment. 

All of our failures are riddles that if examined will illuminate the next steps to those willing to humble themselves in the eyes of their failed campaigns.

Until then you are simply playing as a king. So go down to Burger King for noon-breakfast, and get yourself a nice paper crown. 

When we men who wish for more run towards something, it is with a goal in mind, however blurry or concealed though it might be during those first steps. 

For without a goal, we wouldn’t have shot down that golden path with such ferocity. 

We would have meandered and become yeast-like long ago, and rarely ever contemplated that state like most of those who walk amongst us on the littered streets of these neon slums we were born into. 

But we are not those men. 

And the goal is not our problem.

How we achieve this highest of boons is often what leads us to this fate. 

With so many options and paths, we often sit and eventually begin to fester. Smell the rot, and sever just above the plague. 

It might seem counterproductive to backtrack, and sacrifice, but there is no greater sacrifice than moving forward while too weak for the next trial that might entirely crush everything you have built.

We understand that there are goals to achieve, that there is greatness to behold, places to visit, people to meet, friendships to be made, glory to be felt as we bite down hard on the flesh of life and feel its great juices cascade through the bloody gums and teeth that have helped us carve through all obstacles thus far. 

But the frenzy will make you a savage animal who has lost his way. We must be enlightened butchers as we carve our way, not simple animals that have become ‘lost in the sauce’. 

When man has less time with his thoughts and more time sacrificed at the altar of great deeds he might gain access to the insight he blindly clamored for with all the time in the world at his disposal. 

Your body should not be used to slaughter for your low-self’s needs. It is a machine that should be seen as off limits to the orders of that deceitful one. 

Build yourself constantly into an apex astartes through the disciplines of mind body and soul. Nor for you but for your future. For in the future lives your King, and everything you wish to become. 

In this way, everything becomes easy, and step by step you understand why you suffer now, for the boons of later. 

Through the correct application of orders, and the careful planning and adherence to the will of your highest self and his goal for your life, you must understand that freedom is found in submission to order. Not in submission to chaos. 

Like the shamans of old Lapland, we should pummel a hypnotic rhythm into the chaos through instruments fashioned through thought and application. 

For in so doing we coax out the spirits that besiege our grail keep; that place that houses our highest plans.

Where once was a reindeer and a tree now stands an instrument fashioned to create a rhythmic spell of order through sonic vibrations, that mimics the heart of the magician and creator on his path towards the Solar King. 

Towards that life you deserve to enjoy, and that position of power wherein you have wealth to shift the fates, power to shift the outcome, and a clan of beautiful people who trust you as their chieftain and their protector against the madness and false freedoms this world bombards you with.