Pursue Your Purpose

This world of ours is a fake world, disconnected from nature and its creator. How many around us don’t even know how the world really works? How many wander without aim or purpose for their life? A man’s life must have purpose. How many are spoon fed a bullshit story about the “meaning of life?” How many suffer in silence for their failure to PURSUE their purpose? Do you even understand why are you here? Do you understand what your purpose is? What your one life was made for?

Some believe in the Christian God, in the “savior” who died on the cross. Others try to remember the religion of their ancestors, the old pantheons, the old Gods. Others still, believe in no Gods. Some worship the black as their God, others the gay. Still others, worship an idea of endless…progress. They believe the world will rumble forwards, always progressing. When signs of “regression” rear their ugly heads, they throw temper tantrums and demand the return of “progress.”

None of these people have the true answers. All of them HIDE in the shadows. AFRAID of who they truly are. So afraid of their nature, they engage in escapist fantasies. Some create false worldviews to help them sleep at night. Others distract their minds in activities such as watching television, playing games, and the like. These things may touch on what their soul really needs, but they are simply shadows to hide their soul from the truth. Very few stumble upon these primordial truths. Very few live the lives they were made for. So much wasted potential. We, as a species, should have been multi-planetary by now.

With what little we know about the universe, you would think our expedition into the last frontier would be generations old by our time. This world of ours will die at some point. The sun will die. If we can’t move beyond the earth, then our story ends. The legacy dies. Few want to face these realities. There is no courage to be found among our current leaders. Stagnation is the kill signal of a species.

Survival is the ultimate ideology. Without survival, you cannot have anything worth having. Survival itself demands savage decisions. It demands excellence. It demands a race impose itself on all others for the sake of its survival and prosperity. It demands that you be the best. Better than the rest. That you stand atop the food chain. The head of the hierarchy. Without this, you breathe on borrowed time.

The universe has many secrets it has yet to let go of. Only our conquest may yield these secrets. There is little we do know. Race, for example, contains the greatest bonds of fellowship. None stronger than the bonds of blood between family. Race itself is the extension of this kinship. In the world I walk today, I do not see my kin. I see foreigners from all kinds of different lands. Where I do see my kin, I see old and broken husks of men. I am American. Not American in how most of the world sees American. American by blood. By race. My ancestors mastered this new world. They mastered the frontier. But somewhere along the way, they lost the path. It is unknown if my race will ever recover. Perhaps, it’s time is done. But my bloodline will continue. It must. It’s already overcome so much.

The group of races my people descend from is best called the Aryans. The word Aryan itself meant the nobles. These races were founded by WARRIOR BROTHERHOODS and these brotherhoods called themselves by how they viewed their kingships. They were kings, nobles, the courageous, the best. They called themselves the light haired, as the people they conquered had dark hair. They were what the Greks called aristocracies. The aristocracy’s meaning has changed in our time, warped, but to the Greks and the other Aryan races, aristocracy meant rule by the BEST.

Unlike what we associate with kingship and aristocracy today, being a king or an aristos to our ancestors meant that you were along the best of your tribe or clan. When push came to shove, your race’s survival fell upon you and the other aristos. How many understand that the Iliad’s heroes were not just simple soldiers? They were all kings and princes of their races. What would it take for our world to return to such an aristocracy? What would it take to bring back the age of heroes?

There is MUCH work to be done. Perhaps, more than any one lifetime. What would it take to get our people’s minds unfucked by this modern world? What would it take for them to see their purpose before nature and nature’s God. To have men with certainty and purpose in their eyes again. To now what they are here for. The Great Work made manifest. That is what we work towards.

The great problem of our time are the false religions and gods that plague the minds of our people. The false faiths that steer a man away from his purpose. That lead the herds toward the slaughterhouse. The sinister voices telling them that there is no purpose to our existence. That it is suffering for the sake of suffering and as such, we must discard the bonds given to us by nature and nature’s God. Let our races lose their distinctions. To melt together…into what? Into nothing? Into what the great orator, Jonathan Bowden deemed a “civilization of ants.” Made only to pay bills and die in service to this kingdom of darkness.

And how many try to fight this darkness? How many try to revitalize the religion of their ancestors to stand against these false gods? Christian and Pagan alike do this, but they exist as two sides of the same coin. They try to preserve the culture of their faiths while letting the purpose of men be forgotten. Their like can only be one of escapist fantasies of traditionalism. This will help or save no one. You cannot try to revitalize the OLD WAYS, but ignore their most important principle: MIGHT IS RIGHT. It’s not enough to try and believe in the Old Ways without understanding that going out to grow a farm with a big family helps no one if you do not OWN the land, if you do not MASTER THE SPACE around you. Your ancestors knew this. They were conquerors. They didn’t just paint their faces and pray to Wotan in the woods. They IMPOSED their wills on their neighbors. They BROKE their neighbors’ wills.

The law of nature reigns over this universe. It’s inescapable. If your ways don’t factor in the CONQUEST of all who might oppose you, if they don’t prove themselves superior to your competition, then they are DEAD WAYS. That is the way of the world. I do not fault a man from trying to honor his ancestors, but if you are unwilling to compete in nature, to PROVE the rightness of the Old Ways, you might as well be shaming them. You cannot make the ways of your ancestors the law of the land without the climbing of the mountain of power, without victory over your enemies. Victory — or POWER as Friedrich Nietzsche said — gives the first right.

But the Old Ways are important. They are worth knowing. Worth internalizing into your very being. So perhaps, we will speak on them. MOST who try to decipher the myths fall into the trap described above. They fall into escapism, believing if they only emulate the lifestyle of the ancestors, without doing any of the dirty work, they will somehow continue their greatness. There is no escaping the fight. You have to fight. To refuse is to make yourself thrall to someone else’s will.

MOST who look into these faiths set their eyes on what they see is the power of the religion. For Christians, it’s recognizing that Christ died on the cross and that asking forgiveness for their sins gets their soul saved by the Almighty God. Pagans might pay special attention to their Pantheon and do their best to properly honor these Gods. Maybe it’s the creation and worship of idols which promised to give its worshipper powers. This is not the correct approach to faith.

Our ancestors put great power in the idea of fate. It didn’t matter the religion, Pagan or Christian, Destiny becomes the foremost concern. In the Pagan religions, Destiny is the ultimate decider. Destiny is greater than even the Gods. Destiny takes the shape of the Norns in the Nordic religion or the Moirai in the Grek. Three women who measure and cut the lives of mortal men and Gods. For Christians, God takes this role. Many of the Protestant sects, our ancestors, who settled the new world believed that God had decided and they were among the CHOSEN to carry out His will. The new world was given to them to forge the New Zion.

What is interesting about our ancestors’ conception of Destiny is it appears limiting to our modern eyes. How could such great men believe in fate when it appeared they CHOSE to live glorious lives? How can we moderns, who are not tied down to this idea of fate, appear chained down by it? Our ancestors believed hard in a man’s preordained DESTINY, but lived like they believed in choice. WE believe in choice, but live like we are shackled by fate. What a conundrum we find ourselves in. Fate to moderns appears outdated, confining. WE are in charge of our own Destiny, yet we do not act like we are. Everything is out of grasp. Seemingly unobtainable because we were not born a certain way, did not take the necessary actions.

Fate vs. choice is a philosophical debate fought over EVEN today. It’s an argument not unlike the mythical which came first: the chicken or the egg? Most moderns would lean towards choice. Rebellious by nature, they don’t want to buy into the idea that they are not in control of their life and in their conceit, they do not take control of their lives. The ancients are more wise in their assessment of Destiny. There is a mind-play not apparent when you believe you have a choice vs. when you believe it’s all been decided. You’re forced to look at the bigger picture and that is why our ancestors accomplished what they did and why we pale in comparison.

You are weak. Your mind is prone to make poor choices. Worse choices still, when you believe you are in control of your Destiny. If you can step back and believe like your ancestors did, that your fate is decided before you are even born, you are forced to confront hard truths. Was it decided that you would amount to nothing? Was it decided that you do nothing? Is this really the fate God planned for you? It triggers disgust, disbelief. You’re forced to face the hard truths. Will you accept this? Or will you venture out into the world to make your mark?

It cannot be, you tell yourself. It cannot be that God had laid out your life as it is now. He had a plan for you. That is what the men who believe in Destiny are forced to confront. And it is a powerful thought. A powerful truth. It cannot be that you are born into this world for nothing and so you are forced to act. Forced to confront the reality that you will die. And what deeds will have you done before the end? What will you have accomplished? This truth alone is enough to light the fire in a man’s soul.

What are you here for? Did God really put you here to pay bills and die? Were you not made for something more? Many claim they DON’T KNOW why they are here. They don’t know what their purpose is. It brings some great grief. Why would their parents birth them into this world? Others keep their suffering silent. All of them do KNOW their purpose, their Destiny, but they have buried that truth deep within them and convinced themselves that truth must remain buried. That to give into it is to give in to some perceived evil.

For all the gifts science has given mankind, it pales in comparison to the memories of the blood. Maybe your father didn’t teach you these lessons, but you knew them once — in the blood. Without the guidance of family, your body knows what to do. There are stories of children being lost in the wilderness for days, to be found later still alive. You knew the truth. You only chose to ignore it. And by ignoring it, you introduced sickness into your soul. Your body will do everything it can to get back you back on the path. It will manifest in a myriad of different ways. Depression, escapism, and more. Listen to the body. It will get you back on the path.

The answer could be as simple as what did you want to be as a kid? Your mind was truer then. Unburdened by all the bullshit and conditioning of the modern age. Unburdened by the unrealistic expectations of family who had as much an idea about how the world works as you do now. That little truth you had a kid, however unrealistic it is to you today, is what you have to do. It is your Destiny and you will know no peace until you work towards it. Be unrelenting.