Voorzichtig gewaagd van iets groters te dromen..
Jack Kerouac - Lonesome Traveler - 1960
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Well, that’s as self-evident a fencing gear advertisement as I’ve ever seen.
Portrayed as villains by the hollywhores.
Kvlt Battle Gods!
I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits.
One glimpses them in passing. They can hardly be put into words, or even explained. Many will never see them. Many more lack the capability to recognize when they come. Yet they alone make the doomed march through this Migdard worthwhile.
There are moments of minor elevation that everyone experiences in their lives. All of us have them at some level – a moment of triumph in a high school football game, the conquest of a beautiful woman, graduation from a university or a military boot camp. For most of us, these petty triumphs come in early life, never to be experienced again, “glory days” recounted over paunches and cheap beers in the compromised life of middle age. They are so often remembered because our egalitarian society offers so few opportunities for victory, hierarchy, and absolute measures of accomplishment and status.
Yet there are greater moments which only few experience. A general’s victory on a battlefield. A fighter defeating his opponent to win the title. The elation upon completing an artistic masterpiece. The attainment of political power after a successful campaign or a hard won success in business.
These are the brief instants when a man feels himself a god. Indeed, the Romans actually believed that a conqueror was a god during his triumph – but only for a day, with a slave reminding him that glory fades and “thou art mortal.”
These are the brief glimpses of the heroic in man. We spend our lives chasing them. They are when we get a glimpse of what is best in us. Yet even these are compromised by the limitations of the flesh and the flaws in our value system. And so there is something more that we pursue, even though we can only experience it second hand. It is the literal experience of what we call the divine – the unity with a power greater than ourselves and participation in the creative process with it.
The overwhelming mass of people pursue this through religion with sacred architecture, chants, incense, and other methods of sensory transformation that are intended to transport our consciousness to the divine plane. Indeed, the very purpose of places like the Hagia Sophia is to bring heaven down to the earth. Even an atheist can find himself stunned to silence by a cathedral, the statues of Michelangelo, or the compositions of Bach.
Another path is through intense introspection and ecstatic experience. It can be done through ritual. It can be done through spirit plants or ritualized drug intake. For the truly skilled and disciplined, it can even be done through mediation.
However accomplished, the aim is what can best be called “elevation.” It is not merely glimpsing what is greater than ourselves or some kind of cosmic unity of the universe. It is active participation in it. It’s becoming worthy of it.
For the heathen, it starts with ritual, the carving out of the sacred vé, from the profane world that surrounds it. For many heathens, this can only be done in nature, a place where we can be open to our gods and to the spirits of the land. In a correct ritual, whether be designed to deliver an ecstatic experience, stoke the fires of will, or deepen intellectual understanding, there should be a sense of elevation and higher consciousness, a point when one is conscious of becoming more than a man, crossing that rope over the abyss between man and Übermensch.
People can have differing beliefs about whether the gods of the North are literally personal gods, archetypes, or some kind of unknowable force – but this has little impact on how they should approach their lives. Odin is a path more than a god, and whatever one’s theistic beliefs, we are called to walk that path. Ritual is the first step.
But this is only the first step. The heathen must sacralize the space around him. This means living his very life as a ritual. The end game is for every moment of his life to have that same sense of elevation he feels at his best moments. Whether it be the sense of power at a moment of victory or the sense of deep satisfaction and unity with the gods of his folk when he steps into the vé, each passing second should carry that upward momentum that most people feel only at their best moments.
Of course, there is much in the way. The mundane concerns of work, money, and a junk culture. Relationship problems. Health concerns. The completely uncontrollable, such as natural disasters or accidents.
But all of these exist to be overcome. The Odinic Path is that which constantly walks the Übergang, the never ending Upward Path of greater mastery, knowledge, and victory. It is not the dream of a passive paradise that awaits the heathen, but the rising path to the Asgard of striving gods, and insofar as he “worships,” he worships The Rising itself.
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While digging up elk bones… there was a moment where I pretended we were unearthing dinosaur bones, no joke.
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Overcome enormous obstacles, brag and boast in the spiritual sense as Braggi the god inspired the ancient Saxon and Norse warriors to do in their symbel feasts. If someone says you can’t climb that mountain, not only do you climb but you climb it in winter, barefoot, with your skin bared to the wind, and you return, fully avowed of your right to brag!
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