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❗🔅❗🔅❗🔅❗

Hot take: Life should be fun. You don't have to be some weirdo social outcast who's only personality traits are being stoic and having contraversial political opinions. If you can't truly say you enjoy your life, you're no better than the miserable bugmen who claim their way is the best way while having to take 16 different meds for mental disorders.

It's okay to get fucking thrashed, go fuck bitches, rip some darts, drive fast, get in fist fights, and generally be a menace. Just don't let it consume you.

Your heroes were all disgusting people.

Achilles likely did not bathe his entire time from home, he probably reeked of sweat and grime. Conan never washed his hands, and a handshake from him would probably introduce diseases which would obliterate entire people groups. Hercules did not have time to shower every day while undergoing his trials, and he glistened with rippling muscle and raw sweat in the light. Only a faggot has time to constantly preen themselves.

People hate the noshower pill because if fucking mogs. Indians smell like SHIT because they sit inside all day and eat fucking SLOP. Redditors smell like shit for the same reasons. You will smell like a hero. Lesser men of course will be repulsed, but that's a good thing. Women go absolutely fucking feral over a man who's sweaty from hard work and a good diet. If you don't believe me, think of the hottest woman you know and imagine her drenched in sweat and how hot that is.

Don't be a faggot, get your diet and regiment in order and then live raw.

Stephen Fabian, The Tower of the Elephant

Solar biology, 1895 by Butler, Hiram E.

"The seven vital, or creative principles."