The Circus of Mars

Nothing destroys weakness better then strength. Strength is apathy’s natural predator. Strength is the destroyer of depression. Strength breeds courage which puts an end to cowardice. Strength lends it’s self to tactics rather than the folly of despair and lastly strength is the will applied to overcome, to achieve, and attain victory. Nothing builds strength like time under heavy iron. Strength is forged in tension, hammered into the spirit and body by sustained force and fueled by a fiery passion only the strong could know. “Hardship conditions men”. Steel sharpens steel. It the great lesson of Mars. To endure in what is difficult is to earn strength. To place yourself under the great iron hammer of the divine smiths and let the beating of it against you flesh out a better, harder and sharper you while the fire of effort causes your body to purify it’s self through the baptism of sweat. This is a spiritual devotion. Your mind can hold no other focu...

Pre -classical Roman mythology had many variations or "faces" of Lord Mars. It no stretch to see Mars was emerging from a pre -historic spiritual linage where he was viewed as a Lord of the forest, wild, brutal and deeply connected to the dance of life and death, eat or be eaten, hunter and hunted. A primal deity of regeneration, renewal but also the right to survive and will to live, while at the same time understanding that life feeds on life and that in order to get strong... you often are taking from another. My mentor and I have been discussing the spiritual nature of the hunt and how and where you can fall into the category of hunter/predator and hunted/prey and even play both roles simutameously . Like Don Juan Mathas tried to rely to Carlos Castanada , you are in effect "stalking" yourself. You watch yourself from a silent and unbiased third party view . You watch your habits and routines and decide what if any value they have for you. While at the...

The grand glyph of the Tree of Life is separated by 3 three pillars or paths. Facing the glyph the left side of the Tree is called the pillar of severity, or the operations of segregation . On this path lie the planetary spheres and corresponding intelligences of Saturn, Mars and Mercury. Mars is our primary focus, at least on this blog, however Saturn as it sets limits and duration and Mercury that intellectually dissects and applies ration action are vital to a successful workout program in the microcosm and for a successful life in the macrocosm . The Middle path on the Tree is so named "Middle Path" or Pillar of equilibrium . Along this road re the planetary addresses of Uranus, The Sun, The Moon and Earth, while the connecting road between Mars and Jupiter runs directly above the realm of the Sun there is a powerful mystery inherit between the three (Mars Sun and Jupiter) and that path between Mars and Jupiter is aptly named strength. Uranus is the all potenti...

De-railed is a bad placed to be. You could argue that inherently comes a chance for reflection and perspective change. That would be true. But lets face facts; derailment is dangerous. Derailment comes often, but not always, as the result of an injury, a hard blindsiding that violently divorces you from you present track. You are not even just off course anymore. You are effectively stagnated. Many people NEVER recover; instead, they embrace their victim hood and allow their derailing to define them. I have been recently derailed. The life I knew changed, caustically and with serious implications. People around me tell me that everything will be " Ok ", that time "heals". I agree with them; but, no offense to Father Saturn, I am not waiting for time to make things " ok ", I am going to MAKE things ok and I am going to actively engage in healing. On the long march home we all are going to collect injuries, all going to get wounded, all going to face ...

I have been through some life-altering adjustments in the last couple of weeks. Lord Mars laid waste to my old life. With a mighty stroke of his spear, he sent me to crawl off and assess my wounds. In hindsight, I intuitively knew it was coming. I knew I required more room to grow than my current situation could afford me. My progress had become stifled. Sons of Mars must always march on. There is only ever forward for us. Without progress, we enter stagnation, and that is death.  A single painful act of compassion, and I was freed. Freedom has a sweetness the weak will never know. The power of Mars has done its work. I am faced again with the lesson of how to carefully select the pieces worth picking up and soldier on. There is nothing left to do but repair.  There is no difference between the physical, mental, spiritual, or emotional bodies. None. Damage to one is damage to all. Healing for one is healing for all. Survival is no longer good enough. My mission is to thrive....

Between the powers of catabolic force and anabolic response lies the grand road called "Strength". Strength is "doing". Strength comes from applying yourself to a task and doing it and doing it better and more with a deeper understand each time you repeat the process. Strength is a practice. The aim to which you diligently apply your will power too will be at length attained in due course; you begin to succeed as soon as you begin to will success. What you will to succeed will succeed. This is the atomic and subatomic. Your will power is the scepter of dominion to bring all your forces under your command and march your collective might without fear down the road of strength and into a heroic destiny. Training 10 60D nails bent in 25 minutes, with a goal of 10 nails in 10 minutes. Front Pull with triple red cables, 8 pulls with a goal of 20.

Is it hard to believe that the Woodpecker is sacred to the Roman God Mars? What about this bird would be so holy to Father Mars? Mars is a grand deity of strength, aggression, and war. Mars is about fucking and fighting: however, long before Mars was the bronze, iron and steel, he was a fierce God of the wild and the virility of life. Mars is seen in the will to fight and survive in seedling struggling to break free from the frozen ground to bask and drink deeply the golden ale of the Sun’s rays. Yes, Mars is the sweeping and caustic change that war brings, the destruction by heavy weapons and the trampling force of a legion of marching boots. But, and maybe even moreso, Mar is the persistent force, the constant “pecking” away, the continual wear and tear, the slow break down that goes unnoticed over long durations of time. We see the lighting of Mars strike down the strong Oak and we marvel at the force behind that wicked line of energy; however, the tree did not fall to one mighty st...