The title is an inside joke that nobody who reads this will understand. I don't care.
Why is Pontius Pilate my favourite uncanonised pagan saint? Only one way to find out.
Tag: Roman
Poem: Adephagia
Adephagia was a Greek Goddess living on an island in Sicily. Like Roman Volupta whom she may have informed, she is seldom invoked and was little known even by literate Greeks. It seems she represented unreserved zest for life as well as the phase of bounty,
- harvest - following the yearlong preparation before winter.
Poem: Voluptas
It's Friday. Short poem for one of a great many Goddess time forgot, that more than likely didn't make no wars. Except maybe to steal figs.
I see you, Turkey.
Poem: Against Whose Grain?
A poem on Fornax, a Roman Grain Godess whom I presume to havw great antiquity.
Short Story: The Settling of Albion
Follows is my retelling of the first peopling of the Island called Albion, today England. Everybody loves origin stories. Come get yours today, ye sons of Albion and Her children. Here there be Giants.
Or not. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy.
Avctoritas
You’ve clicked on this link. I’m likely still staring at this mud wicked friggin hard, focusing the power of WILL and seeing that it doesn’t make compound dry fast. Neither does 90s Alt Rock, or insipid, heinous commercials. Spotify.
Whatever.
It pays to learn the meaning behind words. If Virtue is manliness, than what is manhood without Authority? Authority: formerly Avctoritas.
I’m off to set up a tilesaw zone and be a working wignat. Shalom raus, fellow denizens of the current year.
As it goes, the ancient world is ever worth investigating both physically, metaphysically, and sociologically. For so often we find echoes that speak to components our society is missing. And here again we shall visit Rome, the Eternal City, who in some ways is easier for the modern audience to understand than the ancient tribes surrounding Her that possessed austerity and savage nobility we are ill equipped to understand. Rome, however, can act as a fine bridge and has, between the modern world and the Pagan root beneath that world’s tree.
So it goes. We spoke earlier of “Virtus,” a transcending personal characteristic valued by and cultivated in Rome. Here we shall speak of Auctoritas. As it was obvious that Virtue comes from Virtus, so comes Authority from Auctoritas. We speak today of Authority, but so often in modern English words are taken for granted – their pulse is rarely…
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Virtus
An oldie, but a goodie.
What do you do when you don’t want to? In our movement, where transcendental faith in the kind a Christian might possess is overwhelmingly absent, what do you do when your strength is thin? What do you do, White Man, when the world around you applauds weakness, glorifies perversity, excels in mediocrity and accentuates monotony? What do you do when every morning you wake up, like a poor soul trapped in a Nietzschean dialogue of Eternal Return but more immediate?
For let us be brutally honest. Life is hard. And we in our circles know that life is harder than it has to be. When you adhere to a truth, life can be miserable – when you stand alone in the unwashed masses. When you work, every day, often at the expense of your own comfort and time, and you know your efforts are rewarded with a tax upon your…
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Noble Lie, Dishonest Truth
Quid Est Veritas? Truth is the power to tell stories that make us stronger, not weaker. Truth is inspiration, not guilt. Truth is belonging, and not ostracism. Truth is what you make it.
January
It's January. January is a very special month for me. It's a very symbolic month, dedicated to a very forgotten God.
Caligula, Patron Unsaint of Holy Trolldom
Reflections on power(lifting), slight metaphysics of power, Caligula and casual antiphilosemitism. Eat the pork, bigot. It'll help you max your deadz.
The Sperg Box 