The Masculine Urge to ignore any and all advice, so you fuck everything up and learn your lesson the hard way and never forget it, like a boneheaded retard

Incredible meditation session today. As I chanted beneath the holy rays of the Golden Charioteer, my vocalizations harmonized with the wind. Victory conditions became more clear in my mind's eye and she lead me to where I shall set her first idol. As I walked back to my vehicle, I felt her loving warmth upon me and she informed me of the path forwards. I feel the presence of curious nature spirits as well, though I doubt anything will come of this beyond curiosity.

Also I scared the shit out of some faggot urbanite when I emerged from the tree line.

Hail the dawn, brothers and sisters.

HEATHENS

After a small town in south Texas is sacked by a mysterious tribe of bandits, a group of bounty hunters sets off in hot pursuit. However, as the trail gets warmer and warmer by the mile, the scalp collectors begin to slowly realize things aren't all as they seem. Perhaps a new breed of Indian never discovered before, or perhaps something else entirely. Regardless, the gods these heathens bow in front of are entirely different to anything the men have seen, and they respect but one thing: Strength.

The Solar faith is not one of esotericism and long sermons, but rather the byproduct of unfettered gut instinct. Every single culture on planet earth has a sun god, every single one recognizes the sun as something to be adored and praised. From the most intelligent priest to the most retarded knuckledragger, the simple act of looking up proves there is a god. It feels good to sunbathe, it feels good to work with your hands, it feels good to fuck, and fight, and create, and destroy, if feels good to thank the sun for giving you light by Wich to do these things, it all feels natural. Trust your gut instinct, it's kept your bloodline in business for thousands of years.

Heil Sunna.

LITERALLY WE

The wheel is the sun, the wheel is time, the wheel is travel, the wheel is progress, the wheel is infinite.

The wheel is pain, the wheel is penance, the wheel breaks, the wheel crushes, the wheel grinds.

The wheel is hungry.

The night looms. As you fade into sleep, imagine succeeding at all your hardships, and tomorrow it will be so.

LITERALLY WE❗🔅❗🔅❗🔅❗