Welcome to dystopia. Sometimes reality surpasses fiction. Fritz Lang's Metropolis anticipated a futuristic, capitalist and leisure city, with deified technology and robotics, and dehumanized and heartless labor relations. Chaplin's Modern Times also elaborated on that idea. Ernst Jünger's anti-utopian work —The Worker, Heliopolis, Eumeswill or On the Marble Cliffs— advanced his vision of the degradation of the individual as a homogenized functional object —which curiously obscures his human face with masks—, the servitudes of power, the generators of opinion, demagogy, tyranny and totalitarianism of decomposed societies subjected to nihilism. Orwell in his 1984 painted a world of control, with a watchful big brother and a thought police telling us what to think, with the imposition of the one-party dictatorship brainwashing from the omnipresent telescreen, propaganda and newspeak slogans ( "War is peace", "Freedom is slavery", "Ignorance is strength."). In Huxley's Brave New World, a paradise is announced where absolutely everything was determined, which denies free will, manages emotions, the use of technology to control society, that consumer society happily enslaved and emptied of all spiritual content. Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, once again predicted a uniform and oppressive happy arcadia with curtailed freedom of expression, which censors thought and knowledge, with a society obsessed with the media of TV and radio that instead burns books, its citizens are watched, vigilantes and informants, where all censorship is a social good and persecutes the dissident. The most recent Journey to the End of Time by José Javier Esparza, with technical civilization and the excesses of genetic engineering, facing the desperate search for the sacred and the return of the spirit. Until the Matrix saga that focuses on determinism, the ties of the system, freedom, our domination and mental programming.

Despite great powers in the shadows, powers that be, influential multinationals, bilderberg clubs, loobies, think tanks, Masonic societies, media terminals, currents of thought, future plans and agendas or governments that lie and corset, one can search for theories of the conspiracy, but the truth is that the great mass is already intoxicated and alienated. The cultural hegemony that Gramsci spoke of has swept everything away. A twist has been given to those dystopian predictions. All in the name of democracy, freedom, equality and progress. True freedom has been undermined. Today they no longer have to pull the strings, we are happy slaves, brainwashing and the conquest of minds in its final stage. We adore our subjective self and our relative truth turned into absolute, we fatten our ego in the networks, we project what we are not. Because we are neurotic individuals, weapons of mass manipulation that play at cancel culture, fake news, inclusive language and political correctness. We are sheep and indoctrinated masses but we don't even know this and if they tell us we won't believe it either. Our preferences and tastes Google already knows them. We are impulses fed by an algorithm that works with artificial intelligence, and that tells us how to think and how to feel. Inexperienced, docile underdogs and without the ability to react, only what is expected of us, that of the herd. Nature itself has been straightened out with the power of science and technology, finally redesigning society and the human being. It is the new religion, a labyrinth of new parables, crumbling images, precarious icons, and the great silenced truths, thrown into ostracism.

Faced with the dehumanization of postmodernity, the globalist posthumanity of the new world order and contemporary nihilist decadence, there is nothing left but to lie in wait, as the soldier poet, anarch and cursed rebel Jünger used to say, return to the "forest", to the refuge, to the resistance interior, outside the walls of the system, alone with oneself. Hour of effort and will, primordial force, creative individuality, distancing from homogeneity, transversality and dissidence. Like the ranger who goes into exile and rearms, when the time comes he mounts the beast and charges into battle.

Postmodernism is here to stay, the political currents known to date are mortally wounded, due to many renewals of their message to continue in the wheel of the system, they will not be able to do anything against the powerful capitalist system, already in the orbit of transhumanism and Artificial intelligence.

The apostles of evolution with their Promethean solutions have loaded their globalist and relativistic ammunition, and have launched it on every living creature. Their vision is the same as always, liberation, the kingdom of happiness on earth, which hides nothing but a vile interest in amassing fortunes and power for their elites and their lineages. But that invented world that they try to impose on us is not the true and his conception of man so far from the truth aims to create an amorphous, manageable, denatured and neurotic mass emancipated by its relative truths and its subjective self-determination. No matter how many laws they articulate, no matter how much indoctrination they are, they will never be able to put barriers to freedom and life. Denying their spiritual reality and desacralizing it is the objective of their plans and agendas.

AI is a twist in that whole process. It will transform absolutely everything. Think about jobs, genetic engineering, assisted reproduction, babies on demand, algorithms... there is talk of a fourth Industrial Revolution, in which the old economic and political models are going to be useless. Faced with this increasingly present dystopian world of science fiction, a return to the transcendent conception of man, an update of the Tradition as a response to nihilism and the coming hypertechnology.

Dethrone Tyranny!! Gamma Ray, one of the leading German power metal bands, founded by Kai Hansen (Helloween guitarist), warns us and shows us the way. His explicit songs like “Illuminati You will never take control!” or “New World Order” unfortunately so current…

Illuminati You will never take control !:

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Illuminati

You've come to take control

You can take my heartbeat

But you can't break my soul

We all shall be free

Illuminati

You'll never take control

Your new world order

Will lead to none at all

We all stand before you as one

Heaven is for everyone

To be free from the dark

New World Order:

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On wings of tomorrow we're coming to fly

Erasing the sorrow and this is the place where you die

We're shaking the chains off the world of today

We're coming to get you no matter what you're gonna say,

This is the time of the ending

It's the dawn of a new world order

This is a new beginning

Where a new world shall arise, we scream

On the wings of yesterday you're gonna die

And you know it's gonna be - we're screaming

This is illumination - we are

We are illuminates - beware

This is illumination - we are

We are illuminates

We live inside society, our presence is unknown

We plot and we manipulate you to which way to go

Illumination comes across the world to bring an end

Intimidating silent force that puts us in command

This is the dawn of the ending

It's the time of a new world order

This is a new beginning

Where a new world shall arise, we scream

On the wings of yesterday you're gonna die

And we know it's gonna be - forever

This is illumination - We are

We are illuminates - Beware

This is illumination - We are

We are illuminates

In the darkness, we shall await

Prepare for changes, to seal your fate

This is illumination - We are

We are illuminates - Beware

This is illumination - We are

We are illuminates

Night has fallen, the magic in the environment, the druids invoke the spirit of wheat to return to the fields, it is then that the great straw doll captures the spirit of abundance.

The great Celtic festival of the god Lugh begins, the time of the first harvests, between the summer solstice and the autumn equinox, time to gather food for the harsh winter.

Golden field, solar energy, goddess of grain, thank you for the gifts of the earth, its wheat, its oats and its barley.

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Matte poster made of matte, thick and resistant paper. Giclee printed on acid-free paper resulting in brilliant colors. The size is 70cm wide by 100cm high, with a paper thickness of 0.26mm

Matte poster made of matte, thick and resistant paper. Giclee printed on acid-free paper resulting in brilliant colors. The size is 70cm wide by 100cm high, with a paper thickness of 0.26mm

If you have seen women running through the streets from one place to another being chased by some half naked guys in wolf skins who whipped and whipped them with bloody strips of ram, do not be alarmed! they are just remembering an old pagan festival, something lewd that yes, but it was a sacred rite of purification and fecundity celebrated in Ancient Rome every February 15 called the lupercales or Lupercalia.

The word comes from lupus, that is, wolf and its Roman god of fertility and male sexuality Fauno Luperco (Greek mythological deity Pan, the one who protected the wolf), a strange, hairy being, with legs and horns of a goat and large, pointed ears with a voracious and infinite sexual appetite.

One of the legends tells that in the ancient city of Alba Longa, the evil Amulio after deposing his brother Numitor from the throne, ordered to kill all his first-born, turning his daughter Rea Silvia into a virgin so that she would not have successors, but The god of war Mars was enraptured by the girl and they procreated the brothers Romulus and Remus, who managed to escape from the clutches of their uncle Amulio, managing to survive in the forests thanks to the woodpecker and the she-wolf Luperca who nursed and raised them. Years later they would return to their homeland to take revenge and kill him.

Due to the shortage of fertility and women in Rome, the oracle of the goddess Juno announced that the mothers of Lazio would be fertilized by a male goat. For this purpose, a ritual was held every February 15 in the Lupercal cave - there where Romulus and Remus were suckled by the she-wolf - where the most virile young men were selected - those ephebos who, on their initiation path, had lived in the forests as human wolves—, called loberos or luperci (friends of the wolf), and their faces were marked with the blood of a dog and a sacrificed male goat.

To make the rite more fun and interesting, virile members were created in the form of strips with the skin of the goat ... The libido to the surface, the lustful participants launched themselves in the carnal search for women eager to be impregnated, who agreed in a Shameless sexual play, whipping and spanking included, in a depurifying act that increased fertility.

Christianity erased with a stroke of the pen this fun bacchanal, so beneficial to health and to the women of Ancient Rome, moving it to February 14, Valentine's Day.

How to approach witchcraft and not fall into the imaginary that we have about it throughout history since its demonization as an independent woman, enemy of the people through inquisitorial texts such as that written by monks in the Malleus Maleficarum through the persecution of the Church, the witch hunt, the romantic corruption, the self-serving deformation of the Victorian bourgeois society fearful of women's liberation, the morbid, the superstition and the occultism of modernity to pop culture where we find that evil witch of covens with goats eater of children.

An ancestral look returns us to the primordial tradition, esotericism and occult sciences, to the sorceress as a woman of power, free and independent, connoisseur of magical wisdom, botanical and healing knowledge, who approaches the darkness to do the well, transmitted that knowledge from generation to generation as a closed circle through the three ages of women (the young, the mature and the old).

If we have to look for references, there we have the mothers of all the witches of pagan times such as Circe, Medea and Cassandra, those visionaries or women watchmen who accompanied the hero, endowed with magical knowledge, or the mysterious women of the medieval forest as priestesses and epicenter of knowledge, or the witchcraft manifestations of the 19th century (represented in certain pre-Raphaelite paintings) as the last vestiges of a magical and sapiential society.

The history of witchcraft is stained with blood, dark rites and crimes, terrible trials, persecutions, intolerance, scapegoats... Faced with black clichés and legends, let's stay with the true origin of witchcraft, a good time to remember and recover the lessons and virtues of ancient wisdom and magical thinking.

Naked, in front of oneself, next to the oak, the sun awaits us, it plays night vigil.

Let the log burn, let us burn the old,

and with its ashes we purify our soul,

their fertile sowing give us an abundance of heart and wisdom.

May the ancestors join us in the great banquet until dawn.

The life that sleeps under the earth will be reborn after darkness.

Yule.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.