The Circus of Mars

In all of Ireland, the was but one woman who held the keys to true power. A force of nature who made men tremble with both fear and desire. Her name is Queen Maeve. Queen Maeve is a woman who will be second to no man; she is drop dead gorgeous (literally), strong as a bull and said to have slain whole legions of men, both on the battlefield and in the bed chamber… Queen Maeve is 100% Alpha-Female Queen Maeve in Irish myth is not only a heroine, but also a goddess of sovereignty who all the kings of Ireland where symbolically married too. One of her names is the “King maker”, as she could elevate any man, who is man enough, to his highest potential. Her skills and talents are great and many, she is a woman unto herself, a Queen who needs no King to be complete, but knows that Ireland is best ruled with a combined front of King and Queen. Queen Maeve’s feminine charms and sexual prowess are legendary. It is said she could easily exhust 30-40 men a night, maybe all at the sametim...

The name of Hercules instantly summons the images of raw strength and rugged masculinity. Hercules was born of a union between the mortal woman Alcmena and a God; Zeus the king of the Gods. Hercules is first and foremost a man. He is burdened with the flaws and temptations of any mortal man; but, gifted with the strength and near invincibility of a God. The latter part might sound ideal; however, the implications for Hercules’s actions are far reaching and often times tragic. His strength serves as much a curse as a blessing. Hercules treads on a slippery slope as more than a mortal man but less than a God. Much of Hercules’s story is a constant struggle with self control and accepting the responsibly for his otherworldly strength. The examination of Hercules’s life is a worthwhile study for any man, pagan or otherwise. Hercules seems to have all that a man could want. He is incredibly powerful, popular with the ladies and leads a heroic life filled with endless adventure; however, I...

The Horned God inhabits all religions. He is the great father of the wild woods, a mighty hunter who keeps the balance of life and death imposing its often harsh repercussions. He is the trickster who causes calamity in hopes of teaching a much needed lesson, the seductive dancer who stirs the maiden’s first thoughts of carnality, and finally he is the much recognized “great adversary” who commands the hosts of Hell. The Horned God is all they say he is and more. He is as beloved as he is loathed just as he is as essential as he is eternal in all his forms and functions. Pan is the dance that emulates the beauty and brutality inherent in the interplay between life and death and all that stand between the two. His dance lures the young boys and girls together. His lewd undulations ignite a fire in their loins that inspire them to “dance” new life into the world. The Horned God leaps and flourishes himself menacingly; his dances imitate battle scenes between young stags, antler to antler...

On this day I dedicate my training to Americans all over the world! By the strength and hard will of Mars do I also give Father Mars honor, credit and thanks. America once ago found the strength and hard will to resist the TYRANNICAL and DESPOTIC rule of the inbreed, incestual and vile royalty of the snake nest called Imperial England. Today I dedicate my training so that America once more will find that same strength. That Amercia will rise from the long spell of sleep and distraction laid over it and with rage and passion of liberty roar and claw like the great lion Leo, Bellow and charge like the great bull Taurus, soar and dismantle like the great Eagle Scorpio and Sing the love of liberty and fight like the great son of the most high, blessed with the weapons of Mars, the wisdom of Jupiter and the brilliance of the Sun. Rise America. You are a sleeping and drugged giant! Look what has been done to you! Your pockets looted! Your hands bound! Your mouth and eyes sewn shut! Your...

Not all things go according to plan. Sometimes when the best laid plans, for whatever reason, fall through and life circumstances must adjust. When plans fail, new tactics must be engineered. When the rose of your life grows out of it's natural course, even if you believe it is correct; sometimes, the cruel but fair hand of Mars will make alterations leaving you feeling cross and injured, but your rose might just benefit from the cuts and trimmings and your life will fall back into your truest aspirations . Beauty is after all, suffering. When this happens it is important NEVER to forget who you are.... it is easy to do so. Some plans of mine changed, jobs I thought i had, I learned I didn't. So what do I do? I adjust. I never forget that what I am doing will be worth the suffering I endure (which is DIFFERENT from the elitist / qillopthian (evil) mind set that the ends/means are worth the suffering they will make OTHERS endure). I realize that I might have to work graveyar...

The Inn- Play or Cornish -Hugg Wrestler By Sir Thomas Parkyns, of Bunny Baronet Transcribed by Ken Pfrenger and Shannon Pfrenger 1. Choose rather to wrestle in a pair of linnen drawers, wide at the knees, easy ty’d above the knees, than in a pair of straight breeches 2. Choose rather to wrestle with narrow low-heel’d shoes, than with broad Heels; for in the first you’ll stand much faster, whether on a Causeway, wet or dry ground; and with narrow-heel’d shoes, you’ll easier disingage, and come off from the hanging trippet. You may put tacks into your heels to prevent your slipping and sliding. 3. Unbutton or untie your shirt neck, with your wristbands, for fear your antagonist should get his hand into your shirt neck or collar, and by holding his arms up, and thrusting his knuckles against your windpipe, you for want of breath be oblig’d to yield him a fall. 4. Camp (as in fencing) or stand low with your toes out, knees bent. and your left elbow close to your body, that he gets not his ...

In the modern world the power that is Mars relates very well to an engine. Heat, combustion, explosion, and movement . The hotter, the move forceful the blast, the more movement equals more power. I would be lying if I said that strength training as a form of spiritual devotion is easy. It's SO much easy to get on your knees and beg and grovel. In fact the world elites and sociopaths have taught you that is the way you attain "spirituality", but pleading on your knees, because they WANT you to learn to live on your knees. The path of Mars has no begging, no whining and no sniveling. Strength training as a physical devotion SHOWS Mars that you are indeed willing to sweat, suffer, strain, and thereby deserve the greater might, peace and durability you are, after all you are preforming the one act that will build you those qualities and in the presence of divinity. Mars sees you, he sees you training and muster up the courage to face weakness and pain, eliminate them ...