"I dream of an heroic Aryan world, a world that began in the forests, strengthened through blood and honor, leading to Valhalla, and finishes with your greatness written in time itself.
It can be that way again, my Aryan children. Wotan calls upon his people to fulfill your noble destiny. You have it in you, one and all. For each of you there is a place in Valhalla.
Courageous deeds are the path to glory. Live as Wotansvolk!
In the spirit of the gods of your ancestors, build this Creed of Iron!"

-Wotansvolk, Creed of Iron.

@Legende_von_Thule

I'm not sorry, even in the slightest

You disagree with the way society's going? Form your own cult surrounding values you hold dear. Hate modern music? Write your own. Trendy clothing these days just not to your taste? (I'd hope not) paint your sigils of strength on a black denim jacket and wear it like a suit of fuckin armor. Fed up of being out of shape? Carve yourself anew in the iron temple, rival the heroic statues of old.

Instead of channeling all that energy into tearing things down, channel it into self actualisation. Harness the power within and watch as your will shapes the world around you. Continue to condense and refine that energy and before long you'll have yourself an inferno that can bear any fuel without consequence. Consuming weakness as it grows brighter each day.

Go now! breathe new life into this otherwise dying world! Order the chaos around you! Like Odin and his brothers, build your world out of the blood and bone of old.

Light a blaze in your heart that's brighter, bolder than anything you've ever seen.

Burn so fucking bright the sun will look on in envy.

𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖑

“What is more harmful than any vice? Active pity for all the failures and all the weak.”

-Friedrich Neitzsche

“Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.” -Seneca

Every man should act like this: when he meets a person more qualified than himself, he should be very pleased; when he meets someone less qualified than himself, he should be compassionate toward him; and when he meets someone equal to himself, he should make friendship with him. In this way one is never affected by the threefold miseries of this material world.

Srimad Bhagavatam 4.8.34

Apollo of the Arts, belover of the craft, refiner of technique, archer of precision, bestower of prophetic gift, radiator of epiphany, piercer of creative thought,

Hear me as I call to thee, Beloved Apollon, expert of precision arts, plucking lyre-strings, glowing sun-lit glory. Bless me with thy guidance, bless me with thy visions, and protect me with thy strong-arm graces from those impede my tekhne-crafts.

Hear me, O glorious and shining one, through the very aither ‘bove, golden haired and sun-kissed twice and many more, lover of the foliage-borne and the flora-died, epiphanic brilliance let me borrow for a time, bestow to me thy grace and glory, supplicate my arts for thee, improved and tempered nigh.

”Oh, you who exalt the fight without end, be it without hope, attach yourself to what is eternal! That alone is; the remainder is only shadow and smoke.”

Savitri Devi | The Religion of the Strong.

A story is told that there was a man who had made many costly and lavish offerings to Apollon, but was told by the Pythia that the truest worshipper of the gods was instead a man in Arcadia who garlanded his household statues each month and made modest offerings at all the festivals

Kharis: Hellenic Polytheism Explored by Sarah Kate Istra Winter

By: Ananya Apr (2021)

The Heirs of Zeus

He is the sun to the lonely sky,
She is the wild wolf of the night.
A quiver in hand and a bow on back,
She makes her way while leading the pack.

Harmonizing to the tunes of the golden lyre,
He is the God whom all admire.
With the silver bow and the golden sword,
Defeating the Python he forged his path forward.

Apollo is the light to this glooming world,
Artemis is the moon-light that glowed and burned.
The twins of Zeus both fierce and strong,
Through different destinies stayed together all along.

The Goddess of the hunt walks with pride,
While the God of Poetry lives to enlight.
Medicine mixes together with wild,
When the sun and moon in the cosmos align.