"HEROIC ETHIC", By Ron McVan

"A happy life is impossible, the highest to which a
man can attain is a heroic course of life."
.............................Schopenhauer

Heroism may be considered the epitome of all the Aryan values, the single most life expression of sacrificial will, transformation and vitalism, so explicity exemplified throughout Western Euro-mythology and folklore. The hero occupies that sacred precinct through which he begins a new aspect of self evolution between man and the divine. It is the deed of the hero to bridge these realms as he stands before his gods, the seeker and the found, the outside and the inside of a single self-mirrored mystery.

In the purest tradition, the hero is not content with the limitations of mere human existence as his adventures serve to elevate him well beyond the common state of man. His journey, is a journey along the path of a valorous and fearless choice which he views as his personal quest and destiny. The very crux of the hero's venture is his own self-realization and clear sense of purpose found through the crowning reunion with his "hamingja", a term used by the ancient Norse to denote "the god-self" in man.

Many heroic figures survive from the literature of the past, although countless names once of surpreme importance have been lost forever. The heroic legends stand as veiled accounts of man's eternal search and battle for truth. These tales of the courageous are not, however, mere fantasy, though often taken as such. They are parts of an orderly body of tradition, unfolding through centuries and bearing witness to a well-crafted metaphysical understructure. Like the myths of classical antiquity, the heroic tales of our mythology are symbolically sacred as vehicles for gnostic understanding. In turn, the heroic path becomes a concept necessary for the full development of man's mind and spirit, as well as the ever-evolving conscious and subconscious psyche of the race that the hero represents.

The hero, in the full sense of the word would be no hero at all if death held for him any terror. Thus accepting inevitable fate, he becomes netted in a web of inexorable workings, as he boldly sets forth to meet the labors of his quest with single-minded purpose, unhindered by the prevailing material world. Achilles fought for eternal glory, Alexander fought to conquer the world, Alcibiades for worldly fame, Cato for the Roman Republic and his own self-respect. Rodrigo Diaz fought for money. The hero has many paths to choose from but those who fight for truth, for their gods, for their people, and the welfare of the planet upon which we live, they are the greatest heroes of all!

"The coward thinks he will live forever. If only he keeps
clear of fights. But old age will give him no truce. Even if
weapons do." ..........................The Havamal

The hero embodies the traits to which a healthy race and culture that produced him aspires. Without the hero the community lacks a crutial dimension, for the hero is typically the soul of the community; he is myth in action. Thus he preserves that which is noble, inspirational and valuable to a society. Homer's epic tome "The Iliad", written in the 8th or 9th century BCE, is still considered by many today, without question, the greatest heroic epic ever penned by Aryan man. Perhaps the oldest surviving example of exalted renown is the "Epic of Gilgamesh", which was found on clay tablets originally written as far back as over 5,000 years.

Independant thought, particularly in non-pagan, theocratic states, often prompts persecution. A large segment of the great heroic tales of the ancient Celts and Teutons were eradicated as a result of the relentless deluge of Christian suppression upon the free thinking, nature-based pagan gnosticism of Europe. While our ancient ancestors as an indigenous folk created and produced heroes, the incongruent masses of today's consumer-driven times can only look and listen for them in an almost shameless and passive disillusion. To further compound this unnatural diversion towards mediocrity, the world controllers, (Power Elite), behind the system work tirelessly and incessantly to further promote all that is enervating and destructive against the foundations and noble ethics of Aryankind.

The hero by his own nature becomes the closest to conscious awakening and often the most restless among society, most unsettled and misunderstood. When a larger than life hero does emerge into the world arena he is severely attacked by these same opposing powers and viciously defamed before the manipulated populace. With the spiritless, materialistic psyche of our modern era comes the deceptive illusions of security and this security itself becomes worshiped as supreme deity.

As in no previous time in history, Aryan man faces the very real possibility of cultural destruction and race extinction. If we are to prepare the way to a higher age of enlightenment it will become necessary to restore honor to valor and gather the stimulated strength of purpose within our folk, which this higher age will require for our assured survival as a species. The beliefs of a people guide their desires, formulating necessary actions. Cometh the hour, cometh the man. It is in times of emergency that heroes are looked for, and found. A heroic ethic must again be rekindled to wrest this essential prize from the clutches of the chaotic monster which descending human-kind has created. Systems of education, religions and governments have long become a vicious cancer wherein the ignorance of one generation is transmitted like a hereditary taint to its progeny. Every form of social evil is made to thrive exceedingly, and the high state of racial ethics are periodically threatened with annihilation. It is desperation that prompts people to crave a champion, a protector, or a redeemer and having identified one, to offer him their worship.

The spiritual pursuit for truth is the maturing of the Aryan hero in the face of destiny, which he confronts alongside his gods. By elevating himself to this wholeness the hero likewise transcends to the immortality of his chosen ethnic mentors of legend. Error is mortal, truth is immortal and the hero will choose the gods he will serve and abide by his own decision. In this way he becomes a key figure in the physical and cosmic drama, having considerable freedom in the way he interprets his part, yet destined to fulfill his allotted task. We all share in each hero's myth and in turn the hero figure becomes a reflection of our own suffering unconsciousness. Through his plight we carry our aspirations, our ideals, our hopes, our beliefs, for these are what mold our ethnic mythos building the very foundations of strength for a race.

In Homer's "Odyssey", Ulysses is revealed to be a mortal aspiring to the estate of hero, which end he attains by his perilous voyages through the seas of temporal uncertainty. The binding of the Cyclops becomes symbolic of Ulysses own self-will whose power must be destroyed before divine will could be seated in its place. The heroic quest does not ensure that liberation will occur. It only shows how it is possible for it to occur, so that the ego may achieve consciousness. To be forgotten is to die utterly. The strength of our deeds in this short fleeting life in Midgard (earth) is what will determine the measure of our worth as a human being, or our ability to reach that place beyond human life on that bridge that stretches toward divinity where only the heroes tread. Everything begins with the individual, and as Carl Jung states, "In reality, only a change in the attitude of the individual can bring about a renewal in the spirit of nations. "

"Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, throughout the
sensual world proclaim, one crowded hour of glorious
life is worth an age without a name."
..............................Mordaunt


"THE SPEED OF LIFE"

Our spirits arise, With the morning sun, Ceations eye , In the heavens. In number divine, A miricle unfolds, From three's and four's, And Seven's.

And man, Is the thought, In the mind of a god, As the gods our image portray. Life's gift, Bears the gold, A treasure we forgo, Until it has all slipped away.

Hammering souls, Through the bellows of aeon, From the stars we have come, And we go. And the earth is a stage, Our act to perform, In humanities, Traveling show.

At the end of life's road, Tears of sorrow I bore, As I struggled to live, One more day. For life was the gold, I failed to behold, Until it had all, Slipped away.

.....................................Ron McVan


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