The Dragon, The Serpent And The Eagle Survival Of The Soul…

The Dragon, The Serpent And The Eagle

Survival Of The Soul
In The Time Of The Devouring Dragon



Soul over mind and matter

“Why didst you live so long by the swamp, that you yourself had to become a frog and a toad? Flows there not the tainted, frothy, swamp-blood in your own veins, when you have thus learned to croak and revile? Why did you not go into the forest? Or why didst you not till the ground? Is the sea not full of green islands?”

- Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Preface:

The hero’s journey is a path on the razor’s edge between the physio-mental world and the spiritual world. On one hand, the hero must survive in his physical form all the slings and arrows his enemies and the adventure itself throw at him, but on the other hand he must make sure that his soul survives his fight against the dragon -- or else he turns into a dragon himself.

Not becoming a monster while fighting monsters is arguably the most important part of the hero’s journey.

If the hero becomes a monster while fighting monsters, he loses the great battle, no matter how much worldly power he obtains in the process. If he becomes a monster himself, evil wins. If he fails to carry his soul through his adventures intact, like the flame of a candle through a storm, all has been in vain, all is lost.

Not losing his soul is the number one priority, but the hero is well advised to do more than just that and nurture the flame of his soul, strengthen it and build it into a fire that makes his entire being shine.

On the hero’s journey, survival of body and mind mustn’t come at the cost of losing the soul. That’s the challenge, that’s the path. That’s how the hero returns home victoriously. This is how he becomes the man and king he needs to be.

The hero’s journey is simultaneously a path that leads the hero out of his home and into the world full of dragons and serpents, and a path that leads him inside of himself where he must conquer his own dragon and his own serpent and liberate his soul from the dark dungeon where they keep it in chains. He must build up his soul, make it stronger and put it on the throne.

Chapter 1:
The Landscape

In order to survive what the adventure of the hero’s journey has in store for him, the hero must know where he is and what time of the cycle of civilization he finds himself in. Survival is different for every place and every time. It is different in summer than in winter, different in the desert than in the arctic, different in a pre-apocalyptic landscape than in a post-apocalyptic one.

Today in the West, the hero finds himself in a time and place that prohibits adventures and heroes altogether, which, of course, is the perfect time and place to go on adventures. He finds himself thrown into the last stage of a civilization. A time and place where masculinity is feared, discouraged and prohibited. The heroes and pioneers who built the structures meant to keep the monsters out are now perceived as superfluous, and the structures themselves have become the monsters. The men who built civilization are no longer needed to keep the monsters out, and are feared and hated by the only monster that still exists, the structure itself, the highly centralized control apparatus.

Men and heroes have been replaced by women and boys who are for some reason convinced that in spite of not knowing the first thing about how any of it works, they are much better equipped for running society. At the end of every civilization a feminine spirit, that very much resembles a morbidly obese, completely deluded woman, climbs onto the throne once built by great men, and devours everything in a naive, misguided and increasingly insane attempt at making the world a better place for “all her children”.

And the few remaining men allow it all to happen, because deep inside they long for adventure and want the entire empire to crumble and fall. They want to be survivors, hunters, warriors and heroes again – or die. They hate civilization once it is too centrally controlled, feminine, boring and tame.

At that point, to the remaining men, central authority has become a problem much bigger than the one it was once meant to resolve. It has become the bottomless pit itself, the collective swamp where the soul is stuck in the materialist estrogen-drenched mud and slowly rots away. A place where God has been replaced by earthly “goddesses” and high-rising churches by fertility clinics that double as slaughterhouses, just like in prehistoric times when the temple was a place of birth and animal or human sacrifice.

The force with which female archetypes have taken over Western society in the last decades is an event so spectacular, enormous and obvious that many fail to even see it, just like fish are unable to see that there’s water all around them. Great events are oftentimes only seen from far away, decades or centuries after they happened. Feminism is just a small part of it. Everything has become either maternal or infantile. Mate…