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 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.