NIDHOGGR

NIDHOGGR

As many feet wander to and fro about the Earth, having ridden on the Wolf-Road so recently, I have seen their sagas and heard their lays unfold before my eyes, and this is something that has given me great impetus to write this.

Taking an aside from my usual tone of words that I take upon myself when I write, I’ll speak to you plainly, One Wolf to Another.

I have been treading this Path for going on four years now, not always as consistent, but following it nonetheless. This past year however, I have been urged by friends and foes alike to shit or get off the proverbial pot, so to speak, because if One rides a fence too long, you’ll get splinters in your tail. Since taking to my action with more heart and commitment, it’s been a winding road of figuring out where exactly I fit in this whole Operation. I have been inspired by so many of those I can call friends and acquaintances within the overall O:W network, and I feel that I have been blessed in the truest since by meeting some of you, but at the end of the day admiration and interest can only get you so far.

Everyone has details in their life of where and why they are doing what they’re doing right now, why they are occupied with this and why they are putting their time into that. And that’s okay, everyone starts at some point, and not every journey is the same. But the common identifier that binds is together is the ideal, the virtue of what path we have set our feet to walk upon.

There are some of us who have bought land and set out to form tribes upon it, raising the dreaded black banner above their steads as the gathered cultists crying to olden gods in guttural runes. There are some living as wandering nomads, like the Goths and Wandervogels of yore, called by unseen winds and unspoken urges to spread the black fire of Wolfish Gnosis to the distant towns and burghs. Besides these mighty men and women who have heeded the call of ‘Iron and Blood’, there are the many legionnaires, commandos, aspirants and newcomers to the faith who seek to forge of their old flesh and spirits a numinous being of primordial power.

As some have said, seeing all of this can indeed be daunting at first, especially for someone behind the battle-lines of the Empire, which is coincidentally where I have found myself for the past several years.

But this brings me to a key point, and that is this;

Wherever you are, be there. In mind, body, and soul. You can aspire to greatness and hold plans for the future about where you desire to be, and this is by all means encouraged and expected, but there is a vast difference between this and losing what true value and potential you could have in your environment RIGHT NOW by getting your head stuck in the clouds, or worse off by constantly living vicariously through the worthy deeds of others.

More or less we all want the same thing within Operation Werewolf, freedom. Freedom from the murky chains of Empire, freedom from globalistic greed and debt, the freedom to truly create an allodium for our tribe and for our descendants.

And this is all possible.

Realistically, however, not everyone with this goal is able to reach it as quickly or via the same route as others, and some may find this a cause to despair.

Fret not, my fellow aspirants! You searchers of glory and might! Where better could One find and fight the enemy, if not from behind its own threshold? Where is a better place to strike at its borders, it’s pomp and vainglorious harlotry, than from the soft underbelly of its own domain?

I say this not to undermine those who have paved the way for me, or to by any way diminish the significance of creating your own kingdom beyond the Borders, but to lift those up who may be discouraged at where they may find themselves in the present. I urge you, whoever and wherever you may be, to not lose sight or hope of what can truly be accomplished on this path when there is even one commuted soldier on the ground in enemy terrain. The enemy will try and crush you, to curbstomp your will with the steel-toed boot of alleged culture and civilization, but you cannot give in. Whether it takes shape as physical training, starting a reading group with your peers, preparing yourself for any disastrous occurrence, or making your projects into meaningful rituals, there are things that can be done and ways to hone yourself into a useful and dependable Operative, no matter where you find yourself.

I call to you, across digital planes, across earthly realms, to find in yourself whatever divine insanity or sober revelation which first summoned you to this path and claim it! Grow it as a seed of not only hate for the Empire of Nothing, but as an ember of a raging fire, a purifying inferno of pride and victory for not only yourself but for whatever future you could truly have that isn’t rotting away in this matrix machine of madness. Find the boundaries and press upon them, sing wild songs on moonlit nights under the concrete sky, howl your holy rage into the unflinching faces of the skyscrapers that care nothing for your pissant life, and show them true defiance.

Taunt them from within with your success, create yourself into a proud beast that walks within the borders AS a roaring lion, a wolf with hungry eyes and sharp teeth. Show them that you will not be cowed by the slow bludgeoning of conformity, of “modern comfort” and shitty condominiums, until the day comes that you are able to burn the false empire to the ground.

As the venomous dragon, Nidhoggr, gnaws as the roots of the cosmic tree Yggdrasil, so must we devour and poison the idea of conformity, complacency, and the acceptance of a straw-death within the codes and confines of modern mans law.

As serpents and wolves, bears and eagles among mere mortals we shall strive to achieve apotheosis, and so shall it be, world without end amen.