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To worship the Indo-European Gods is to commit to a life of oaths and power. 

These oaths are fashioned by your own will.  

Oaths are an exterior aspect of your truest self. 

They are a tangible symbol of one’s character, and worth. 

Oftentimes they are more you than even yourself; for what people speak of you is far more powerful a force than what you believe yourself to be.

If a man cannot uphold his oaths in this life, then he is no man at all. 

Oaths are broken only by death lest you fall to lesser standing amongst your equals. Which I proclaim again, is no standing at all. 

If no repercussions come from such a case, then you have found your equals at rock bottom. 


From Latin Iūpiter (“father Jove”), 

From Proto-Italic *djous patēr (literally “sky father”) (cognate with Ancient Greek Ζεῦ πάτερ (Zeû páter, “father Zeus”)), 

From *djous (“day, sky”) + *patēr (“father”), 

From Proto-Indo-European *dyḗws (literally “the bright one”), from *dyew- (“to be bright, day sky”), and *ph₂tḗr (“father”). Doublet of Dyaus Pita.

The sky has always been of the utmost importance to humanity. 

Our ancestors navigated into the unknown via the stars, sought to communicate with the Gods and fates through their random trajectories and positions. Some even believed that the sky in-itself to be something of a holy realm that will forever impose itself unto the fertile earth in which all things spring forth from.

I speak to the legend of the Æsir and Vanir is such a sense.

The sky is overtly masculine in every way, and we have always understood ourselves -as a collective- to be the children of the in-between. 


Upheld by the greatest of all trees or perhaps the Irminsul. 

To worship our Gods is to understand that our oaths to them and to our eternal victory come before all other things. 

All jobs

All territories

All women

All peers

All laws

All eternally bow to the oaths we take to our most powerful of Gods. 

We have for too long forgotten this.

Not only are these Gods alive and well within our blood and spirit, but they await us patiently in the glorious future victories that we need only summon into fruition.

I am here today to demonstrate to you one of many rites. 

The following ritual (audio file found above) is tailored to invoke the powerful and hidden secret of your blood-given right to connect with the mightiest of our Gods.

While the thunder, striker, skygod, and supreme king has existed within all of our peoples traditions, it was by this following name and mantra did he so grant the fury and fire of Empire to the sons of Romulus.


Repeat this name loud and proud.

I dare you to discover the primal magic of these words for yourself.

They are fire.

They are power.

They are passion.

They are ours.

This is a name that has not been uttered nor worshiped properly for thousands of years.

I dare you now to search across the internet for a place that can tell you, let alone show you how to properly work with our Father.

You will find nothing more than fables. 

You will witness nothing more than common wiccan misconceptions. 

You will not even find proper pictures of this most powerful form of our holy striker. 

There is fear in the hearts of his enemies, and there is a need to keep his knowledge stifled. 

So I spit at this notion, and call forth the power that once was.

I directly challenge the notion that our true spiritual father should be kept in the shadows and shackles of ‘Myth’. 

It is beyond myth.

It is our eternal father calling us home. 

Furthermore I spit on the notion to confine ourselves to history.

We are not them and they are not us.

We must move forward and rekindle this fire with the embers.

My creation is based on, and not confined to the past.

May you find it beneficial.

Now, go forth and find him.





Let it be known that the men who founded this organization lived through a time of social decay and an unimaginable deterioration of morals, spirit power and dignity. 

Yet they saw that greater men had lived and triumphed through darkness immemorial. 

It is the energy and duty of our blood to move forward into the unimaginable darkness and conquer there. 

We are the Halithaz. 

The heroes that challenge chaos-eternal. 

We have always been and shall always be. 

Against any foe and any chaos that chooses to rear its many heads over and over. 

Whether within the stars of eternity or within the social hierarchy and machinations of bureaucratic jargon.

 We will find it time and time again.

And we will defeat it forever.

To the Halithaz and blood of the Koryos that has sought to commune with his highest of Chieftains;

To he who denied to wither under the watch and rule of lesser powers within an age of death and decay.

To he who saw the lightning within his dreams, and felt the milk of the wolfmother upon his lips;

To he who longs for eternal glory;

Let yourself now be washed of all dross and dirt found within and out of the mortal body and soul; gifted to you by the will of your blood and kin.

Let it be known that this rite was founded and practiced two thousand, seven hundred thirty-seven years after the death of Romulus Rex, first Halithaz to erect an altar of victory towards the glory and power of Jupiter Feretrius.

The initiate will begin by washing their hands in a bowl of pure water. 

The initiate will enter the dark room, cave, grove or mountain peak of their choice.

Upon their first step within -after beginning the ritual- they shall bow their head and touch two fingers of their right hand to their forehead and let their hand drift towards the primary altar of their chosen place of worship. This might be an idol, the stars, an oak tree, a stone, or storm. 

This greeting shall be done twice or four times. 

No more and no less. 

They shall walk towards the chosen spot in which they intend to kneel during this sacred reconnection towards the highone.

The initiate will then sit in silence and meditate upon the dark and cold, and remember the cave of Psychro in which the skyfather was once raised within. They will listen to the voices they hear within and without their head as they meditate upon the darkness.

Until the initiate truly believes they understand the necessity for darkness, they are forbidden from striking the illuminating candle of their choosing.

Fire is a forbidden fruit of illumination for those who fear the dark, and obsess over the light.

This is a primary law to the Halithaz.

Once the understanding is reached, and the three trees within the initiate understand this state of the world, the rites might begin. 

Holding the match, unstruck in one hand and raised high above should the initiate speak these words loud and honorably: 


It burns forever

The initiate might light the match and therefore the necessary light needed to begin the ritual.
This might be a fire, a candle, many candles, etc As long as they are oriented with a fixation on symmetry. 

With the Idol or focal point now illuminated, and greeted by the initiate of whatever time and place upon this powerful earth, might the initiate now stand and spread their arms wide in the shape of the Algiz rune of the Germanic peoples. This is a symbol of invocation known to all forces, and by far the most powerful that we remember. 

The initiate will then kneel, and speak these words: 

“By the will of my blood and forebears do I come here before this holy site in the ____ season of this _____ year after the death of the misled. 

To the spirits and majesty that here witness me, I, _____ of the tribe ____ do so now invoke the eternal majesty of our mighty sky father.


I know you as Father. I know you as King. I know you as the highest of all Gods and powers of this most unfathomable state of consciousness and opportunity.

I beckon thee to witness me and my tribe’s actions henceforth within this time of revival, within a world of ruins and lesser forces.


I am your spearhead

I am your striker

I am your will manifest

And I preserve the flame of people’

The initiate will then state their offerings towards the supreme, and give an offering of blood towards the renewal of these ancient vows. 

The initiate will then state that theirs is the will of the Halithaz, which is the archaic word for hero. Their associations with the thunderous force, and power of his eternal skyfather will therefore be bound through blood and gifts of treasure and good food. 

The initiate will henceforth bring all gains to the feet of this sacred space, whether by word or by literal offering. 

Through sitting and repeating the mantra of his name 


The initiate will reach a state of trance wherein they will find solace in meditation, and can transition into a state of silence. 

Within the silence the initiate will be greeted by positive and negative thoughts alike, and they are to work through them all until there are none left to conquer. 

The initiate will then say his name some final nine times.




And conclude the ritual by bowing their heads and touching two fingers to forehead, letting them drift towards the sublime icon four more times. It is then that they will greet the night once more by extinguishing the candle or light source. 

They will sit for some time longer, and then finally exit the ritual space.

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Into the Agoge

Insofar as any of us are aware, we are blessed with only one life.

If you’re a frequent reader of this site, I am able to assume that you possess an inherent desire to distinguish yourself from the men around you through your deeds and their consequences.

If that doesn’t sound like what you’re after here on earth, I advise you to stop reading and save yourself the time and energy — this article and the corpus to which it belongs is not for you.

Becoming a man worthy of the esteem of your peer group is not an easy task. Cross-culturally, the rites that separate boys from men, and men of status from men cut out of more ordinary cloth, are primarily distinguished by sacrifice, hardship, and the triumph of the self over the experience of suffering.

Naturally though, for those of us living in the west, the vast majority of even the most mundane of these structures have disappeared. In a world too cowardly to worship the flame of tradition, a society that has shaken the ashes of the fire out and scattered them on the wind, many of us still feel the draw to the principle of initiation. 

We choose pursuits that are familiar to our blood memory in their nature of triumph-via-ordeal: we form tribes, join gangs, and compete at martial arts that award us belts that represent our competence.

But unlike those who came before us, who were part of an unbroken lineage of men experiencing manhood in a traditional way, long before the advent of modernity of the social changes brought about by the restructuring of the world in the wake of the Industrial Revolution and the wars of the early 20th century, we are missing vital context.

Consider, for example, the concept of the Spartan Agoge – the system used to prepare men for war, the highest and most virtuous condition of their society. This graduated system of cultivating qualities that met the standards of the city state began when boys were as young as seven years old.

What is the consequence of this? Men of Sparta, effectively from the beginning of their lives, were trained to understand the caliber of man to which they ought to aspire;  they were raised with the quality of being estimable as an achievable goal.

For those of us who were not brought up drinking the black broth of Sparta, the But zōmós, we are left to contend with the inner condition that must be addressed before we can begin to measure up to the external rites of initiation that we hope to undergo.

As adult men, alive and kicking among the ruins, beyond the death of a society that values the qualities that make men great cross-culturally and supra-chronologically, it is imperative that we make holy the mind and the spirit before attempting to adhere ourselves to a standard that exists outside of ourselves; as always, the exoteric is downstream from the esoteric, and that which one experiences materially must be tempered by the law of the interior.

Naturally, we must construct for ourselves a kind of internal Agoge, a remedial balm for men born swaddled in the polyester palace of irrelevant A.D., and commit ourselves to it fully.

In order to understand what this must look like, we must look to the structure of coming of age rites externally, or more specifically what context informs them

While we cannot hope to actually enforce any real processes of sacrifice, hardship, or the triumph of the self over circumstance in an exclusively internal sense, without actual experience, and call it holistic life transformation, all of these values of the external must be mirrored within: the principle of self-denial and temperance, the principle of intentionality-that-precedes-triumph, these can be cultivated spiritually and intellectually regardless of external circumstances.

I am not suggesting that you live in your head. The process of the Agoge and the myriad cultural practices that echo its purpose in countless human cultures may be downstream from the internal transformation that comes with preparation for initiation, but they are still highly, highly important – especially within the context of a man who wishes to increase the efficacy of his manhood.

The truth is that, almost without exception, even those of us who have lived unbelievably difficult lives by modern standards have still grown up with the guarantee that we might coast by living a life of astronomical inaction by historical and mythological standards, so is the mediocre narcotic curse of the modern world. Unlike those Hellenic youths who were born and raised in the martial culture of the Spartans, even the keenest among us are ignorant to the principle of true initiation, and must be prepared through an internal process to reap the greatest benefits from our commitment to our commitments in the material world.

Is the jiujiteiro an athlete, or is he a monk whose devotional walking meditation consists of exercising his physical prowess on the mats against his teammates, drilling endlessly until his limbs move as seamlessly as the gears in the transmission of a precision machine?

Is the strongman akin to a hydraulic press, diffidently moving chunks of rock around for the simple, absurd purpose of picking them up and putting them down, or is he the focused manifestation of Indra exerting himself over the cosmos, he who so conquered the rain and thus brings it to earth?

It’s an easy choice, a simple dichotomy – the tyranny of the mundane or the transformative power of material allegory.

We in the west, alienated from antiquity and the spiritual and intellectual contexts that prepared the heroes of old for hardship, we have no choice but to accept the challenges available to us in modern life (physical training, mountaineering, et al.) with the cloistered aggression of a furious anchorite, and find transformation therein, or otherwise join or develop an honour group in which we construct our own.

But through this mosaic of smaller rites, through the tapestry of Agoges that we might expose ourselves to, with the wisdom and judiciousness of a Cæsar flashing behind our focused eyes, we can hope to make savage the body, sharpen the mind and the spirit, and live at the potential of estimable men: the path to which only initiatory experience can unlock.

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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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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. 


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The Wanderer’s Hearth

It’s been a constant in my life that things tend to come full circle. Many reading this have likely noticed a similar pattern in theirs. Literally, figuratively, and all the like. No matter the context, there comes a time where we return to a point. To a point we consider home. The stage of grounding and rejuvenation, where all we learned along the journey is meditated upon. 

I found myself in such a spot. Mere days ago on my way into my usual sacred spot in the nearby valley. I found myself sitting in my little grove between the two tall hills, surrounded by Oak and Aspen. The creek, albeit lower than usual, was trickling. I heard the sounds of the crows and the distant shrieking of the coyotes. I sat beside a warm, crackling fire, enjoying a simple feast of meat and cheese with a bottle of Polish beer nestled in the grass beside me. 

There I felt that familiar warmth. It had been many months since I last sat on this spot. I pondered the previous months that preceded it. The two weeks amidst the Ontario cedars once again. The six weeks I spent on the other side of the equator. Weeks of time cultivating my relationship further in the South of Brazil. The nightmare of a trip back, complication after complication, and ultimately the return. The reflection and comfort around the fire. 

I thought back over all the new experiences I gained, all the knowledge I recieved, and what these new mental assets could do for my growth and well being. As I speared a piece of meat on my knife to eat, I realized I had completed a cycle. I had returned to the sanctum of recovery and meditation. 

The Inn in the woods, the shelter in the storm, The Wanderer’s Hearth. 

I’m a man who is thoroughly discontented with stagnation. I actively and openly seek out new paths, new experiences, treacherous as they may be. I hunger for the new and the unfamiliar, within most aspects of life. This could be setting out on a new endeavour in my professional or creative life. It could also be something as simple as defying the status quo and deciding to head 8000km south to the bottom half of the planet. 

Whether the journey is in the realm of the physical, or within that of mind or printed word, the idea remains the same. Maybe the winds of change are blowing, or maybe just an urge to board Raidho’s chariot for a spell. The wiser of us would do well not to ignore these messages. The journey becomes a cycle in which the points along the way mark our progress. Waypoints along the road, fragments inching you further along. 

You will be tested. Any time you throw yourself out of your comfort zone, things won’t go exactly as planned. You’re going to be uncomfortable. You may have to shift your way of thinking to orient yourself in the proper direction. 

You travel, and drink in all the road has to offer you until you arrive back at that crackling hearth. 

So what is the Wanderer’s Hearth? Is it the fires of your home turf, or that which burns in new lands? Lands you’ve now made your home turf. 

It is both, because it is a concept. A state of mind. The Wanderer’s Hearth is the comfortable end of the questline. It’s where you can sit back and reap the spoils of the journey. Where you can recollect on everything you’ve learned. 

There comes an inherent thrill in beginning a new chapter somewhere you have yet to tread. That same thrill can come from returning to the familiar. After spending time away from it, you view it in a different lens. What you previously took for granted, you now have a greater appreciation for. 

Perhaps you’re like me, you’ve just returned to what’s familiar after a long stint in the unknown. Perhaps you have just finished a long quest to permanently settle somewhere else. Maybe after months, or years of planning and sacrifice, the doors to your new business are opening next week. Whatever it is, my congratulations to you!

It’s a feeling many miss out on. I pity those people. To feel the warmth of this comfort it requires sacrifice. You don’t just end up here without a reason. The life of the placid modern man expects something from nothing. To get to warm yourself around the fire with no toil of your own. 

It doesn’t work that way, mate. How can you share tales of the trodden path when you have none? Constant, frivolous imbibement, attempts to replicate this feeling without making a move will just end in disappointment. The mead tastes so much sweeter when you’ve actually earned it. 

I’ve had conversations with several people in my life who in current times have said they feel trapped within themselves, and to me that is truly tragic. That is cancer of the adventurous nature. The spirit has eroded into a state where they accept the banal day to day with no effort to change. A quiet, miserable acceptance. 

It’s not too late to break that cycle. Even the darkest depth can be illuminated. Take a chance on something that will throw you out of that paradoxical comfort you’ve cemented yourself into.

I can’t tell you what that choice is, or where it’ll take you. That’s up to you, my friend. 

However I will tell you this. It doesn’t matter what trip I’ve embarked upon or what I’ve attempted to do. Whether it was breaking a years-long habit of self destruction, or something as simple as getting home. Working through the hassle of being stranded in São Paulo. 

No matter what it was, that warm fireplace and feeling of success within myself made every tribulation along the way worth the while. I sat near my fire in the valley as the sun disappeared below the horizon with this thought in mind. I sipped my beer, threw some more maple on the blaze and smiled. 

There is much to see, friends. Much to do, much to experience. Get to it. When the time comes to reflect, enjoy it. 

I hope to see you around the fire someday. 

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Óss er algingautr

ok ásgarðs jöfurr,

ok valhallar vísi.

[Óðinn] is aged Gautr

and prince of Asgard,

and lord of Valhalla.

Characterised in younger rune poems as being representative of the estuary, *Ansuz can perhaps be best understood by this analogy. Traditionally thought of in more ancient iterations of the futhark to be a symbol of godhead, of various deities (sometimes equated directly with the god Óðinn), the “estuary” can be seen to wind its meandering course from its origin in the earthly realm that we inhabit, forking up into a variety of tributaries that end in the halls of so many gods. 

It must be noted that this is not a rune that represents man’s reciprocal connection with divinity necessarily, as this is an aspect of the rune *Algiz that will be discussed at length in its own article. Whereas *Algiz, with its shape like that of a man, hands outstretched, can be seen as a rune representing the alternating current between the realm of the unseen and that of the material, *Ansuz is, on the other hand, a symbol of the direct current: it is instead self-referential, a depiction of divinity-as-it-stands, without the polar aspect that connects man to the immaterial. This is a symbol of what man looks to, the suprahuman, the personification of the ideal. 

While the rune *Þurisaz, discussed in detail in the article found here is a rune of chaos, of the disorderly energies that, unpredictably, might assist and hinder man, both within and without, the rune *Ansuz is a rune of order and stability. The Æsir, the Old Norse term for the gods of the ancient Germanic peoples, were generally Apollonian in character, unlike the Dionysian and lunar elements of the Jǫtnar with whom they often found themselves at odds. Showing an affinity for destructiveness, and the often seemingly angry elements that govern the unpredictable natural world, the Jǫtnar and their association with *Þurisaz can be seen as a chthonic counterpoint to the same relationship that mankind has with *Ansuz and its associated energy. As man is able to harness the spirit of a rockfall through the emulation of *Þurisaz, so too is he able to embody the greater potential found in *Ansuz and its Æsir-symbolism.

A woodcut of the golden temple at Old Uppsala in Sweden, based on a description by Adam of Bremen.

With the very shape of the arching, upward-pointing glyph, the orientation skyward is clear. This is not a rune of relation between the material and immaterial, but a personification of what to imitate: it is a summary of the transcendent power of the divine beings that the ancient Germanic peoples believed inhabit loftier realms, and interceded in our own when they were so inclined. It is a blueprint of what to look to, an image of what the judicious man might aspire to be, could be inclined through the force of willpower to imitate. This is the symbol that drew men from trackless wastes to temples at Uppsala, to roadside hofs, that forced the hand of the culturally-related Uralic Sámi peoples to raise idols to their “Horagalles” (c.f. the Germanic Þórr). *Ansuz, while not a rune of reciprocity, is a symbol that draws the attention and, by proxy, the energies of man. Quite simply, it is the call: the call to worship, the call to transcendence, and ultimately the call to emulation.

The mysteries of the unknown, the mysteries of the faculties of mortals that cannot be brought out other than through the laborious action of ritual, of the casting into the immaterial, the knowing of the divine and the acceptance of the suprahuman, is the soul of this rune. While *Þurisaz as the ravaging power of fire or wind storm can be understood materially and at face value, the nature of *Ansuz is far more subtle, and requires the conscious disconnection from the world at large for those who wish to know the potential that comes from contact with the divine. The capacities of the Æsir, the apparently effortless prowess that comes from their elevation above our earthly peers, are the values and the tendencies that keep men of gravitas dreaming during the day, and lying awake at night. When we listen to the voices that speak within our blood, the voices that beget the movement of our spirits, we are drawn naturally toward the transformative and transcendent power of this rune, the unseen altar, by which way we might engender a transformation closer and closer to the ideals for which the ancient Germanic people raised the roofs of temples and shrines. 

*Ansuz is the compulsion to idolise that which exceeds our capabilities: not on earth, but in the image of that which is apart from the mundane. It is the wolfish desire to make jealous the forces beyond our kenning, through imitation of their orderly and Apollonian natures reorder our lives to commit acts and maintain reputations hitherto thought to be beyond our wildest abilities. It is the  rumbling charge of Elfland’s horns, that Lord Dunsany wrote of so eloquently in his novel “The King of Elfland’s Daughter” 

 […]Unheeding any words of Orion then, he held on with the brief tale that he had come to tell, and told how Elfland was gone.

“But that cannot be,” said Orion, “for I hear the horns of Elfland every day.”

“You can hear them?” Alveric said.

And the boy replied, “I hear them blowing at evening.”

The dichotomy exists, and is far older than the gods and runes discussed herein: to see the deeds of the gods, in practice or in metaphor, and transform ourselves in the image of those who exceed us through dedication and devoted emulation, or to ignore our will to power, silence our roiling blood, and blot out the sound of Elfland’s horns. The choice is yours.

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The Narrowing Path

The staff of Ningishzida, origins of Caduceus, the Hermetic staff of the entwined serpents. 

Ningishzida is the Mesopotamian deity of both vegetation and of the underworld; the implication here being that he is god of both life and death. 

Often seen as a Lord of innkeepers and hospitality, and in some other cases that of warriors and warfare. 

His name translates to something like ‘lord of the good tree’ which in itself is reminiscent of both the Hermetic traditions and those mysteries that steep the name of Odin Allfather in deeper and deeper mysteries as time continues to coil away from the first Hagal rune. 

The tree is therefore to be seen as the pinnacle of symbolic representation within the myths of this world: for we all understand the tree. The tree is strong, it needs light and endures the darkness. It grows ever upwards, though not always in a straight path. 

The tree is provisional, protective, and finite, as well as immortal through its seed. It is both the world, and man, the hub of many different branches, and reliant on its deepest and darkest roots, far away from the sun. 

It is in this way that man has always found it to be something of a god, or at the very least a familiar sign during his many eras of supremacy over nature, and a solid reminder of the prowess that nature shall possess long after we are all gone. 

The ancient Germanic peoples believed that the tree of Yggdrasil was the great cosmic pole; the axis mundi to which all life and realms are connected. 

The English word tree ultimately finds its roots, of course, in Proto-Indo-European descending ultimately from the word *dóru, which is cognate with the Hittite word 𒋫𒀀𒊒 (tāru). *Dóru has been argued by some to have some connection to other ancient words which translate to hard, strong, etc… which is not too much of a stretch if we consider the reverence that most of human cultures seem to have found within the shape and history of this type of vegetation. 

“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.” 

-C.G. Jung

There is a great deal to be learned from the path of the Solar. And it is not to be scorned that the youth of today seek the positive in an increasingly dark world. 

To be an archetype such as Apollo should be the goal of all young men, for what is more divine than the primal fire of youthful masculinity?

And yet, without darkness, there is no light. This is not news to anyone but the fool. And yet increasingly I see vast numbers of our ilk failing to see the importance of the shadows. 

Make no mistake, the shadows are what our enemies fear the most. Away from the painful incantations of their neon lights, and away from the fluorescent hum of office prisons. There lies the woods, there lies many trees who wish to stand on both of your sides, and greet you as you pass. 

“He who sits in the dark is the bringer of light”

-Kristian Eivind Espedal

There is a riddle to be found in the trees, for they are both of sky and soil. They are Hermetic in nature, and provide man with the perfect symbol of balance within his realm.

This balance is not reliant on anything but the natural flow. 

Imagine, if you will, a tree without its deepest roots.

Imagine, if you will, a tree with no leaves nor height. 

The Hermetic staff, the axis of Ningishzida, has around it two serpents. They chase each other endlessly, and have found rhythm and holy movement. One cannot exist in harmony without the other: for they each chase their opposite. 

Yet the staff of the first wizard, wanderer, magician and seeker was not a serpent. It was the staff which housed them both. 

:The New Way: requires you to sprout three trees which stand for 




Where there is no need for balance, there is no need for great men. 

As we fill bars with idle chatter, and speak of topics that give us no kickback nor reward we are able to speak our minds and profess the most extreme of positions without understanding what we miss without the art of Sophrosyne (the art of balance).

Easy is the life of a peasant who wishes to only be good or bad. Martial or wild. But this is not the way of the Hero, this is not the narrowing path of the Halithazian. 

It is therefore of the utmost importance that those who follow this :New Way: learn to tear themselves away from all ideals, and the pomp and frill of extremism. There is a balance to be found, and as the quest moves forward, you will be required to find balance as the path narrows before you.

Opportunities will close, enemies will take their aim, and hidden figures will whisper of your fall through any means that might aid them in your demise.

It is in fact the opinion of this writer that they indeed prefer those men who profess only qualities of a specific category. A man who cannot be pigeonholed is the most terrifying thing indeed to all parties. For it reminds them of a nature they had cast aside for greater material gain. It is the quality of a hero who can wield more than just one type of statistic.

They would have you believe that to be both is to be none, and this could not be further from the truth. As is the case with all those who worry about the endeavors and diverging paths of any of their peers, they will choose to misunderstand these actions as a means of protecting their own views of power, glory, liberation, and victory.  

It is not so.

To be called Lunar by those men who howl at the moon from firesides of their own lands, bought and raised by nothing but primal Dionysian fury.

To be named Apollonian by men who admire true light. 

I speak of no such horseshoe theory that pencil-necked computer servants wish to deem all those who have nuance in their blood. I speak of a magic that can only be understood by fellow heroes and magicians. 

The Witchers of our world know many faces, many cultures, many skills, and many spells. It is for these folk that :The New Way: has presented itself. But to scorn those who do not yet understand is not the goal of the Halithazian.

We remain and type into the ether in hopes that others might understand this call-to-arms. 

We await the company of other such men who understand the power that is held within the Staff of Hermes, for the power of the serpents resides only there upon that axis.

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“ᚦ Þurs er kvenna kvöl 

ok kletta búi 

ok varðrúnar verr 

Saturnus þengill”

“THURS is torture of women

And cliff-dweller

And husband of a giantess

Saturn’s Thegn”

The giant trods across the ice-capped plain. Thorns, sharp and fierce garnish the landscape.

Quite a stellar image, isn’t it? The image of a colossus, born from the great chaotic gap itself. It strides, grunts, and shuffles along. The image of its mission forward burning sharp in its mind. It takes up arms, it bellows a deafening shriek.

Its strike lands true. Thorns of might pierce. The mountain shakes and movement initiates. 

Force, Chaos, Direction, and the Energy to give it motion. It is the meaningful conflict which allows growth. The punch to the face that we must throw to win a fight. Perhaps it’s to protect our girlfriend, specifically her ass, of which the man whose face you are currently rearranging was foolish enough to grope.

For great motion to take place, there needs to be a driving force to accelerate it. Without this forceful push, action is merely an idea. An empty vessel without a pilot.

Thurisaz, the THURS is the runic embodiment of the giants of old with whom it shares its namesake. The giant and the thorn. It is, in its most basic form, the chaotic, reactionary force. The sharpened thorn which stabs and bites at its target.

I talk about chaos a lot, across many articles, and for good reason. The all too often neglected aspect of life and the cosmos. Associated with chaos, there is conflict. Conflict is seen by many as an inherently bad thing.

Upon a closer look, it’s just as important as the gift of wealth or the strength of the bull discussed previously. It’s the instinctual snap of the nerves to allow for all to weave and grow. 

Thurs represents the chaotic and aggressive nature of man. The aggressive will to go forward and strike out we have had since we first learned to walk upright. 

We are animals at the end of the day. Since day one we have had to initiate actions of might and violence against one another. Whether it be warring tribes battling for territory, or a simple standoff over a fallen animal carcass.

This rune, whose shape even resembles that of a crude hammer, can also be the hammer we wield in the times when necessary. 

It’s the force of our emotions, our spirit, our mind lashing out and driving forward. Literally, and figuratively.

I see many people in my life try to act like violence is not necessary. That conflict is not necessary. That chaos and the might of unrestrained energy is not necessary.

I have news for you holier than thou pacifists:

It is. 

There is a dark side to all these things, yes. This rune has its potential for negative use as all in the futhark do. But to turn a blind eye to our chaotic instincts is foolish. 

We have a will to power, the suppression of that will leads to this rune’s bite maiming you rather than what you are targeting. 

THURS: The Masculine Force

The rune itself represents force of action, a powerful and brutal strike. This is tied into the hearts of us men. It is the hammer in a man’s hand, striking a nail with the intent to build. It’s the great hammer with which Þórr himself cracks the sky with. The hammer of the striker which rings through thousands of years. 

It is the man who fights for his kin, for his principles. It’s the swing of the hammer or the fall of the axe to split the head of the man who opposes him.

I feel this is a rune misunderstood by many. Some choose to see it in a negative light solely, in use or casting. 

Thurisaz is not evil. It does not symbolize direct harm. It’s simply a force of nature. A neutral power like a cannon with an unlit fuse. A force of chaos if you will. Any powerful force and how it’s utilized depends on the hands of its user. 

You take a guy who has no idea how to drive a bulldozer, and put him in a bulldozer — what do you think the result is likely to be? Not sure you want to ask him after they’re done scraping what’s left of his supervisor off the pavement.

Understanding Thurisaz is understanding there are very primal forces. The more brutish nature of life and the cosmos. 

It is force. It is conflict. It is the explosive release of energy. The great bolt of lightning. The fall of the stone hammer. It’s the nature of conflict, movement, and initiation. One of the most potent and powerful of the entire futhark. Not to be taken lightly, but necessary to understand. 

Keep the image of the thorn in your hearts, for it is the sacred fury.