"The true war against the modern world is not a war for racial or sexual hierarchy. The war against the modern world, a holy war, is debased by the bigots, who are only too quick to use it to pursue their own fantasies."

An editorial from Rhyd Wildermuth

We struggle to understand that which our eyes cannot see, and so our minds revert to the years of conditioning we all have had….

What is needed now is reconsecration, for there are no longer any paths for us to follow. Let us proudly declare to the mountains and the rivers: we renounce the cult of humanity, we renounce the world of techno-industrial society, and we bind ourselves in reverence and service to the living gods of earth and sky.

“This forest, or another forest - forests without end. As faith retreats and reason sleeps those times shall come again.”

Folk magic belongs to the poor and dispossessed wherever that may be. It doesn't belong to any one people, isn't black magic or white magic. It's magic for the everyday. It's the magic of the people.

“But there is a king: his name is Lludd. They call him the Once and Future King.”

“The future will have a place for neither faith nor reason.”

Said the old beast to the young: Unless you make a hollow of yourself. There will be no room for the gods to dwell inside of you.

To join our essence and consciousness with the world was once the common inheritance of humanity. Now, it can only be found in the hinterland, the lands beyond. Beyond techno-industrial society. For what is there to join with in concrete and steel?

Death is not the enemy of life, but godlessness. The despair of humanity today is the product of centuries worth of both the denial of the spiritual life of the world and the suppression of the natural urge to reintegrate with that world.

“As we ever expand, as civilisation grows and spreads, the demand for space, for homes and resources increases.”

The sword is the land. The sword is love and love for the wild. It is the love of waves that crash down upon the shore with an unquenchable fury, until it has ground cliffs into dust. It is the love of the mountain, whose heart is iron.

If there was ever a thing of beauty among our race, it was the part that held the light of the star and the crash of the waves upon a rocky, inhospitable shore.

John Halstead proposes an alternative holistic theory of rights, one in which we can ground the rights of nature.

What has been won by our liberation from these outdated delusions? What has been gained? Are we free? Are we at peace? Even by the standards of modernity, twisted and obscene, we are undoubtably the poorer. Without the gods, now there is only ourselves to fear.

There is a feeling of strangeness that has come over the world. We have a sense, scarcely articulated, that something is coming. And that the world we have become familiar over hundreds of years of capitalism and industrialism, has suddenly become surreal and bizarre. We suddenly become aware of the shadow that walks alongside us.

From Julian Langer

The machine-world, offering nothing but ash and bitter hate, will in time make a sacrifice of us all.

You are unborn dreaming remembering the past.

You are the endless taking root in the now.