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In this Atlantean Academy you will find the gymnasium of the heroes, the library of the philosophers, and the temple of the druids
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"But when they were come to the place that Achilles had appointed unto them, they set down the dead, and swiftly heaped up for him abundant store of wood. Then again swift-footed goodly Achilles took other counsel; he took his stand apart from the fire and shore off a golden lock, the rich growth whereof he had nursed for the river Spercheüs, and his heart mightily moved, he spake, with a look over the wine-dark sea: 'Spercheüs, to no purpose did my father Peleus vow to thee that when I had come home thither to my dear native land, I would shear my hair to thee and offer a holy hecatomb, and on the selfsame spot would sacrifice fifty rams, males without blemish, into thy waters, where is thy demesne and thy fragrant altar. So vowed that old man, but thou didst not fulfill for him his desire. Now, therefore, seeing I go not home to my dear native land, I would fain give unto the warrior Patroclus this lock to fare with him.' He spake and set the lock in the hands of his dear comrade, and in them all aroused the desire of lament. And now would the light of the sun have gone down upon their weeping, had not Achilles drawn nigh to Agamemnon's side and said: 'Son of Atreus—for to thy words as to those of none other will the host of the Achaeans give heed—of lamenting they may verily take their fill, but for this present disperse them from the pyre, and bid them make ready their meal; for all things here we to whom the dead is nearest and dearest will take due care; and with us let the chieftains also abide.'"

- The Iliad Book 23 138-160
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"Straightway they drove off the best of the kine [cattle] of Helios from near at hand, for not far from the dark-prowed ship were grazing the fair, sleek kine, broad of brow. Around these, then, they stood and made prayer to the gods, plucking the tender leaves from off a high-crested oak; for they had no white barley on board the well-benched ship. Now when they had prayed and had cut the throats of the kine and flayed them, they cut out the thigh-pieces and covered them with a double layer of fat and laid raw flesh upon them. They had no wine to pour over the blazing sacrifice, but they made libations with water, and roasted all the entrails over the fire. Now when the thighs were wholly burned and they had tasted the inner parts, they cut up the rest and spitted it.

Then it was that sweet sleep fled from my eyelids, and I went my way to the swift ship and the shore of the sea. But when, as I went, I drew near to the curved ship, then verily the hot savour of the fat was wafted about me, and I groaned and cried aloud to the immortal gods: 'Father Zeus and ye other blessed gods that are for ever, verily it was for my ruin that ye lulled me in pitiless sleep, while my comrades remaining behind have contrived a monstrous deed.’

Swiftly then to Helios Hyperion came Lampetie of the long robes, bearing tidings that we had slain his kine; and straightway he spoke among the immortals, wroth at heart: 'Father Zeus and ye other blessed gods that are for ever, take vengeance now on the comrades of Odysseus, son of Laertes, who have insolently slain my kine, in which I ever took delight, when I went toward the starry heaven and when I turned back again to earth from heaven. If they do not pay me fit atonement for the kine I will go down to Hades and shine among the dead.’

Then Zeus, the cloud-gatherer, answered him and said: ‘Helios, do thou verily shine on among the immortals and among mortal men upon the earth, the giver of grain. As for these men I will soon smite their swift ship with my bright thunder-bolt, and shatter it to pieces in the midst of the wine-dark sea.’ This I heard from fair-haired Calypso, and she said that she herself had heard it from the messenger Hermes. But when I had come down to the ship and to the sea I upbraided my men, coming up to each in turn, but we could find no remedy—the kine were already dead. For my men, then, the gods straightway shewed forth portents. The hides crawled, the flesh, both roast and raw, bellowed upon the spits, and there was a lowing as of kine."

- The Odyssey Book 12 354-396
All the ancient statues we find that are now blank were once brightly painted. Archaeologists recreate their colors by analyzing the traces of pigment still left on the stones that had gone unnoticed until the last couple of decades.
༺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭 ༻
All the ancient statues we find that are now blank were once brightly painted. Archaeologists recreate their colors by analyzing the traces of pigment still left on the stones that had gone unnoticed until the last couple of decades.
The classicist and neo-classicist use of blank white sculpture illuminates the degenerative state of the Renaissance on the whole. Reactionism aside, the blank lifeless form is just that: art devoid of its original life. The bare marble is attractive for its exquisite workings done by masterful technique; in proper humanist form the artist is prioritized over the art. What the sculptural form sets up, how it is decorated upon, and where and how it stands all make up what the sculpture truly is. To remove the classical sculptures from those contexts is to remove exactly what makes them classical. Thus the 'revival' of the classical seen in the Renaissance is really its death.
Forwarded from 🔱 𝐗𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐒 🌲 (Arvydas)
”The common man wants nothing of life but health, longevity, amusement, comfort — "happiness". He who does not despise this should turn his eyes from world history, for it contains nothing of the sort. The best that history has created is great suffering.”

— Oswald Spengler.
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Forwarded from Ghost of de Maistre
“We must be ready for a profound event in the divine order, toward which we are marching with an accelerated speed that must strike all observers. Terrible oracles already announce that the time has come.” - Joseph de Maistre, St. Petersburg dialogues
"The earth at the bottom of the cup is the true mine of the Philosophers' Gold, the Fire of Nature and Heaven."
- Jean D'Espagnet, The Hermetic Arcanum

"Wolfram, by relating that in virtue of the Grail 'the phoenix is consumed and turned into ashes, but it is also transformed, appearing again in all its splendor, more beautiful than ever,' clearly establishes [...] that 'this stone infuses in man such a vigor that his flesh and bones are instantly rejuvenated.' Thus the Grail not only enlightens but also renews; yet it refuses its symbolic nourishment or gift of life to those who are guilty of serious offenses, namely, to cowards and to liars."
- Julius Evola, Mystery of the Grail
Forwarded from The Jolly Reiver
The ‘King in the Mountain’ belief is one of my favourite folklore tropes and is found across Europe & the world. Highly mysterious, this idea remains very popular in many countries and usually involves a heroic figure resting/sleeping (not dead) in a place of beauty or significance. Often they’re alone, but are believed to lie in wait with their armies in many cases. It’s believed that one day they will awaken and save their people and restore/usher in a golden age.
Some examples include:

🇬🇧 King Arthur

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 King Harold

🇮🇪 Fionn Mac Cumhaill

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Owain Glyndŵr

🇩🇪 Barbarossa

🇱🇹 Vytautas the Great

🇫🇮 Väinämöinen

🇪🇸 King Pelayo

🇵🇱 Bolesław the Great
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Forwarded from Sagittarius Granorum (Sagittarius Hyperboreius)
Little Kjersti was so young and innocent a girl
~ the brown foal trips so lightly ~
She could not govern her own life.
The rain falls and the wind blows.
Far north in the mountains, deep beneath the rocks the underworld is luring you.

The Mountain King came riding to the farm.
Pål the Goldsmith receives him.

The Mountain King had a silent horse.
He placed little Kjersti on his back

They circled the mountain three times,
And the mountain opened so that they could enter.

They gave her a drink poured in a red and golden horn,
And into the drink they slipped three villar grains.

The third time that little Kjersti drank
The Christian lands were lost to her.

“Where were you born, and where were you raised?
Where are your virginal shoes?”

“In the mountain I wish to live and there I wish to die,
And there I am betrothed to the Mountain King.”
Forwarded from Ghost of de Maistre
"Philosophy is merely an emanation of theology. Indeed, the Lord appears both in Scripture and in Nature." - St. Lawrence of Brindisi, Complete Works, V. 3, pp. 14-1
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Forwarded from East and West
So in this revaluation of the ancient sacred Roman tradition which Julian attempted, what matters is the “esoteric” idea of nature of the “gods” and “knowledge” of them. Such knowledge signifies interior realization. From such a vantage the gods appear to be not poetic fictions or theologico-philosophastic abstractions, but rather symbols and projections of transcendental states of consciousness.

Thus Julian, who was himself an initiate of the Mithraic Mysteries, strictly associates a superior self-knowledge with the path which conducts to “knowledge of the gods” - an end so high, that he does not hesitate to say that dominion over all the lands, both Roman and barbarian, is nothing compared to it.

from Recognitions by Julius Evola
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"It is possible to cause consciousness to pass from an individualized state (which is the condition of the body = ego ☉ as 'vulgar Gold') to a nonindividualized, unshaped state (Waters, Solvents, Mercury, etc.). The symbols of this process are liquefaction, fusion, dissolution, solution, separation, and so on. It is also possible to confront this transformation in two distinct ways: actively or passively, as dominator or dominated, either according to 🜍 or to ☾.

This alternative underscores the main differences between mysticism and initiation. In the first case a kind of indiscriminate, ecstatic nondifference appears as the goal, the point of arrival, and salvation. In the second case, conversely, the goal is a state in which an individualising power, the same ☉ principle already manifested in the human body as the 'I' hidden in the shadows, is reborn and reaffirmed."

- Julius Evola, The Hermetic Tradition
Halls of the Hyperboreads
"It is possible to cause consciousness to pass from an individualized state (which is the condition of the body = ego ☉ as 'vulgar Gold') to a nonindividualized, unshaped state (Waters, Solvents, Mercury, etc.). The symbols of this process are liquefaction…
"In order to confirm definitely that the spirit of the hermetic achievement corresponds fully to this second possibility, an examination of the group of allegories in the literature that is concerned with symbolic connections between Mother and Son, Feminine and Masculine, will be decisive. We shall begin with the maxim of Philalethes that 'the fixed becomes volatile for a while in order to acquire a nobler quality the better to fix the same volatile again.' In this case the 'volatile'—equivalent to Mother, Woman, the Waters, the Moon, etc.—signifies the Spiritus Mundi, the universal life-force. The 'fixed'—which is the Son, the Male, Fire, Sun, Red Stone, etc.—on the other hand, signifies the ego, the personality, the Soul.

In general it is the unanimous opinion of all the hermetic philosophers that a 'mortification' must intervene: a dissolving in the Waters, a disappearance into the Mother's womb that devours or kills the son, a domination of the Female over the Male, of the Moon over the Sun, the volatile over the fixed, and so on; but all that is simply a provisional condition for returning potentiality to the son, to enable him to reaffirm himself again over what has previously dominated and 'dissolved' him, to make himself 'more perfect and greater than his parents.'"

- Julius Evola, The Hermetic Tradition
Forwarded from Sons of Sol
The truth is that the surviving Celtic elements were for the most
part assimilated by Christianity in the Middle Ages; the legend of
the ‘Holy Grail’, with all that it implies, is a particularly apt and
significant example of this. Moreover, we think that if a Western tradition could be rebuilt it would be bound to take on a religious
form in the strictest sense of this word, and that this form could
only be Christian; for on the one hand the other possible forms
have been too long foreign to the Western mentality, and on the
other it is only in Christianity— and we can say still more definitely
in Catholicism— that such remnants of a traditional spirit as still exist in the West are to be found.

Rene Guenon
Sons of Sol
The truth is that the surviving Celtic elements were for the most part assimilated by Christianity in the Middle Ages; the legend of the ‘Holy Grail’, with all that it implies, is a particularly apt and significant example of this. Moreover, we think that…
Naturally for any traditional religion to take hold again in Europe or America it must come out of Christianity. This is a matter of simple practical reality separate from all personal bias. For an entirely new and separate religion to take hold in the 'West' would require the death of the 'West' as we know it.
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