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

The last Iberian was a human comet that crossed this world until it was lost in the Iditarot, that distant place of which the natives of Alaska spoke. Its splendor left us with a blast of light that, like the ancient shamans of the tribe, deeply connected us with the forgotten memory of the true meaning of life and its mystery, its cosmic meaning. An invitation to reconnect with that ancestral past in which we beat in harmony with Mother Earth, which desperately urged us to strengthen ties with nature as keys to living in the future, to embrace and save Gaia - who reacts when we mistreat her. , and not be carried away by the drift of modernity that tries to dominate it to maximize material growth.

He wanted to be a wolf to live in unpolluted lands. It was that lupus that was part of mythology - where Palaeolithic man, fully integrated into nature, merged with the wolf in a rite of passage - turned into a warrior to face aggression ... Our archetype was a A rebellious, indomitable, visionary, free and wild hero who did not allow himself to be tamed and who fought tirelessly for life, forests and threatened fauna. The spell of his word, his energy, his enthusiasm, his vitality, his strength, his message and his codes captivated and transformed with his light a lineage, that of the line of the free, that like cranes stretched by the lash of the winter know, if not to return, at least feel, perceive and look out to that lost paradise that you dreamed of, so that in the Iberian nights the beautiful howls of the wolf will not stop being heard.

[Text and Design inspired by Felix Rodríguez de la Fuente and the masterful Cuarto Milenio program: “Felix, the last hero” by Iker Jiménez]

"He was not the most honest or the most pious man, but he was a brave man" P. Reverte.

If you lived dangerously and your life was hanging by a thread, if you defied authority, defending your reason and rights with the proud point of your sword, if you sacrificed yourself and were generous and human, if you were fearless, reckless, arrogant, brave, adventurous, seductive, rogue, loyal, if you were capable of the most heroic but also the meanest actions, if you were guided by your code of honour, if you sought glory on the margins of society and the law, if you lost your innocence in the face of the harsh reality of mud and blood, and if, disenchanted, everyone abandoned you. .. then you were probably an Old Thirdsman, a tired hero in rusty armour, a forgotten anti-hero like a cursed Alatriste.

The irreverent and revolutionary Old skull, the spirit of fun. Skulls were used in the old traditions of satirical and ridiculous poems making social criticism and protest, dates 500 years ago. Also had been used in different plays like the ”Dance of Death” in the 14th century. People needed satire to help deal with the grim world (plagues and diseases) around them. But the symbol emerged in Mexico as a means of expression especially used with roguish and ironic tones against the nobles and powerful of the viceroy times. It is also used during the celebration of the day of the death.

"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.

"He was not the most honest or the most pious man, but he was a brave man" P. Reverte.

If you lived dangerously and your life was hanging by a thread, if you defied authority, defending your reason and rights with the proud point of your sword, if you sacrificed yourself and were generous and human, if you were fearless, reckless, arrogant, brave, adventurous, seductive, rogue, loyal, if you were capable of the most heroic but also the meanest actions, if you were guided by your code of honour, if you sought glory on the margins of society and the law, if you lost your innocence in the face of the harsh reality of mud and blood, and if, disenchanted, everyone abandoned you. .. then you were probably an Old Thirdsman, a tired hero in rusty armour, a forgotten anti-hero like a cursed Alatriste.

"He was not the most honest or the most pious man, but he was a brave man" P. Reverte.

If you lived dangerously and your life was hanging by a thread, if you defied authority, defending your reason and rights with the proud point of your sword, if you sacrificed yourself and were generous and human, if you were fearless, reckless, arrogant, brave, adventurous, seductive, rogue, loyal, if you were capable of the most heroic but also the meanest actions, if you were guided by your code of honour, if you sought glory on the margins of society and the law, if you lost your innocence in the face of the harsh reality of mud and blood, and if, disenchanted, everyone abandoned you. .. then you were probably an Old Thirdsman, a tired hero in rusty armour, a forgotten anti-hero like a cursed Alatriste.

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.

We are the horsemen who ride with beasts of pipes and steel based on black fuel, in this hostile land, the roads are nightmares, the cities are deserts and humanity feeds on men... the leaders cannot stop this avalanche, the storm from fear…

Driven by this confusion full of frustrated dreams, we unscrupulously take revenge on the burdens, we will annihilate with our sword, with hunger, with death and with the beasts...

The great earthquake dyes the sun black and the blood moon, the stars fall from the sky...

The great day has come... in the midst of this chaos hope will resurface...

Don't you want to ride like a horseman from the Apocalypse to hell itself carrying this iron cross? Discover new horizons and new worlds, cross the wild nature flying free to the ends of the Universe. Be bold, break barriers, the rules if necessary, help your people and do not forget that the trophy you carry is a symbol of loyalty, companionship, courage, rebellion and freedom.

We are the horsemen who ride with beasts of pipes and steel based on black fuel, in this hostile land, the roads are nightmares, the cities are deserts and humanity feeds on men... the leaders cannot stop this avalanche, the storm from fear…

Driven by this confusion full of frustrated dreams, we unscrupulously take revenge on the burdens, we will annihilate with our sword, with hunger, with death and with the beasts...

The great earthquake dyes the sun black and the blood moon, the stars fall from the sky...

The great day has come... in the midst of this chaos hope will resurface...

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.

"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.

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.

"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.

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.