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

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even dead may die" 

H. P. Lovecraft, poet, essayist, author, an appreciated and misunderstood genius of the cosmic horror novel. Pagan and creator of blasphemous stories of the wonderful and the ridiculous, his oniric dreams have drawn the worst of our nightmares and inspired in the form of worship the curious and daring who have come to read his chilling and delicious work full of outer beings, ancient gods and ancestral monsters ... Cthulhu, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarathotep, Azathoth, Yog-Sothoth .... As our friend said so well ... The oldest and strongest emotion of humankind is fear, and the most oldest and strongest kind of fears is fear of the unknown »

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even dead may die" 

H. P. Lovecraft, poet, essayist, author, an appreciated and misunderstood genius of the cosmic horror novel. Pagan and creator of blasphemous stories of the wonderful and the ridiculous, his oniric dreams have drawn the worst of our nightmares and inspired in the form of worship the curious and daring who have come to read his chilling and delicious work full of outer beings, ancient gods and ancestral monsters ... Cthulhu, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarathotep, Azathoth, Yog-Sothoth .... As our friend said so well ... The oldest and strongest emotion of humankind is fear, and the most oldest and strongest kind of fears is fear of the unknown »

Old rites, the religion of the peasants, the "men without God", with the arrival of the stone and bronze age, the cult to Vanir, the goddess mother of the shamanic, cults to the fertility, to the gods of the hunt, the adoration to the sun, megalithic monuments are raised, with the Celts the cults are fused, the adoration of divinized heroes with the Nordic civilizations...., ancient gods, magical deities, elves, goblins, nymphs, fairies ... and Rome arrives with post-Greek epic gods and the decline of the empire, Christianity imposes itself, "the revealed truth" adopts ancient beliefs in their dogmas, displaced ancient pagan rites and replaced, the christianized "barbarians", a cult for the damned of the Earth... What about the resurgence of the "sacred breath"? That world full of gods?

Adventurers, warriors, survivors, barbarians, nomads and plunderers, the epic Goths crossed half the world, living mythical episodes. Related with the Nordic universe, they worshiped the kingdom of Asgard, their eagles and crows that whispered to Odin the thought and memory of the mortals, guide them from the legendary corners of Scandinavia, crossing the Balkans towards the West. They saw the fall of the Roman Empire and the rise of the Muslim, and built a new powerful hispanic state where they coexisted with the three cultures.

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.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even dead may die" 

H. P. Lovecraft, poet, essayist, author, an appreciated and misunderstood genius of the cosmic horror novel. Pagan and creator of blasphemous stories of the wonderful and the ridiculous, his oniric dreams have drawn the worst of our nightmares and inspired in the form of worship the curious and daring who have come to read his chilling and delicious work full of outer beings, ancient gods and ancestral monsters ... Cthulhu, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarathotep, Azathoth, Yog-Sothoth .... As our friend said so well ... The oldest and strongest emotion of humankind is fear, and the most oldest and strongest kind of fears is fear of the unknown »

Quién eres? De dónde vienes?

No importa, de muy lejos. Venía a conquistar tu tierra, pero ya no puedo…

Inténtalo si te atreves!!, ¿acaso crees que no domino el arte de la naginata?

No voy a luchar contigo… ¿Y eso? ¿el aroma a sakura ha nublado tu ardor guerrero?

Quizá, pero ahora sé que no he surcado con mis naves hasta los confines del universo solo para someteros

¿Someternos? Jamás os vi ni oí hablar de vosotros, pero tu odio jamás nos detendrá…

¿Es que no lo entiendes? No son tu sol, tu espada y tus crisantemos blancos por lo que descansa mi furia

Quédate entonces y verás florecer los cerezos…

This is our tribute to the fearsome and honorable lady samurai of Japan, Onna-Bugeisha.

Warriors like the courageous Empress Jingū who defied the social norms of her time, or the menacing and loyal Tomoe Gozen, who according to the 13th century poem the Song of Heike, was a reckless horsewoman to whom neither the bravest horse nor the most rugged land could intimidate, capable of, with her skillful handling of the sword and the arch, face a thousand fierce warriors; or the intrepid Nakato Takeko who instructed in the martial arts of the naginata, directed the famous independent female unit Joshitai and before being captured by her enemies, asked her sister to cut off her head, following the Seppuku ritual.

The image of the shirt is an adaptation of Tomoe Gozen portrayed by Kikuchi Yōsai.

Nebuchadnezzar II, the ruler of the Chaldean dynasty of Babylon, conqueror of Judah and Jerusalem, builder of the Hanging Gardens decorated there by the 575a.c the Doors of Istar with lys flowers as a symbol of his power and glory. Used in Indian, Greek and Egyptian cultures, it was closely linked with fertility and with the mother goddess Isis. It is in the 15th century when Alchemy in its search for the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life, took its meaning as a symbol of illumination, perfection, light, knowledge of secret sciences and resurrection: the tree of life. Included in the five-pointed star, its natural elements of earth, water, air and fire result in the fifth element, the quintessence, the representation of perfection and purity.

Quién eres? De dónde vienes?

No importa, de muy lejos. Venía a conquistar tu tierra, pero ya no puedo…

Inténtalo si te atreves!!, ¿acaso crees que no domino el arte de la naginata?

No voy a luchar contigo… ¿Y eso? ¿el aroma a sakura ha nublado tu ardor guerrero?

Quizá, pero ahora sé que no he surcado con mis naves hasta los confines del universo solo para someteros

¿Someternos? Jamás os vi ni oí hablar de vosotros, pero tu odio jamás nos detendrá…

¿Es que no lo entiendes? No son tu sol, tu espada y tus crisantemos blancos por lo que descansa mi furia

Quédate entonces y verás florecer los cerezos…

"Only dead fish follow the stream of the river".

Swimming against the current is an odyssey in an open world where paradoxically there is more access to information but at the same time we are more controlled. Reflections of those dystopian universes — riddled with environmental disasters and cataclysms — from science fiction novels have come true. But there is still hope. There are spaces of freedom to ambush, where dissidents and freethinkers can react and rebel against the flashes of tyranny, censorship and dehumanization present in society. In some remote and lost place the Lineage of the free will always resist.

This is our tribute to the fearsome and honorable lady samurai of Japan, Onna-Bugeisha.

Warriors like the courageous Empress Jingū who defied the social norms of her time, or the menacing and loyal Tomoe Gozen, who according to the 13th century poem the Song of Heike, was a reckless horsewoman to whom neither the bravest horse nor the most rugged land could intimidate, capable of, with her skillful handling of the sword and the arch, face a thousand fierce warriors; or the intrepid Nakato Takeko who instructed in the martial arts of the naginata, directed the famous independent female unit Joshitai and before being captured by her enemies, asked her sister to cut off her head, following the Seppuku ritual.

The image of the shirt is an adaptation of Tomoe Gozen portrayed by Kikuchi Yōsai.

Old rites, the religion of the peasants, the "men without God", with the arrival of the stone and bronze age, the cult to Vanir, the goddess mother of the shamanic, cults to the fertility, to the gods of the hunt, the adoration to the sun, megalithic monuments are raised, with the Celts the cults are fused, the adoration of divinized heroes with the Nordic civilizations...., ancient gods, magical deities, elves, goblins, nymphs, fairies ... and Rome arrives with post-Greek epic gods and the decline of the empire, Christianity imposes itself, "the revealed truth" adopts ancient beliefs in their dogmas, displaced ancient pagan rites and replaced, the christianized "barbarians", a cult for the damned of the Earth... What about the resurgence of the "sacred breath"? That world full of gods?

Nebuchadnezzar II, the ruler of the Chaldean dynasty of Babylon, conqueror of Judah and Jerusalem, builder of the Hanging Gardens decorated there by the 575a.c the Doors of Istar with lys flowers as a symbol of his power and glory. Used in Indian, Greek and Egyptian cultures, it was closely linked with fertility and with the mother goddess Isis. It is in the 15th century when Alchemy in its search for the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life, took its meaning as a symbol of illumination, perfection, light, knowledge of secret sciences and resurrection: the tree of life. Included in the five-pointed star, its natural elements of earth, water, air and fire result in the fifth element, the quintessence, the representation of perfection and purity.

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.