This morning I was hugging my woman. She was going emotional since we found a young sheep dead, probably choked while eating.

Two small lambs were trying to suck some milk from her dead and cold body.

Still, I took a look to the blue sky, and everything was perfect.

When your work is working with life itself and in the middle of an untamed valley, you can touch the irrationality of nature.

The humanization of nature it's a very subtle mechanic created by materialism, ego, and the need to feel morally superior.

At the end of the day there is no math, science or law that can explain this chaotic, feral reality.

To survive is probably the only autentic way to live, to taste this perfect, yet brutal and beyond human comprehension reality.

Maybe there is no really a good or evil, but only predator and prey.

Ironically, it is in the human nature, to feel pain and compassion even for the emotionless laws of nature.

That is probably why we can feel what is wrong and what is right. At least.

Pressure = Growth

There is no way to truly understand and live your own masculinity outside confrontation and competition.

Being huge or skilled is worthless if you don't want to prove it.

A competition is one of the few ways we have to live the moment, and in this case, it's the moment we prepared through sweat and blood.

Only in the extreme action you can acknowledge the essence of the divine will, the powerful hammer able to destroy or forge.

In the current era we must be sure we are swinging that hammer with cold will and brute force, with perfect aim and powerful, terrific, strong arms pumping blood and adrenaline.

Spring meeting on the alps with the Dogs.

Wrestling, boxing, hiking.

Wish you all a good weekend

Essential rule: everytime you throw a punch, your hand must go back to his place, or you will lose your guard.
If you find yourself against a counterstriker with a hand down after a hit, you're dead.

Essential truth : because of greed , economical booms and rampaging materialism, from when we were children, we were taught to take down our guard.

Go in a big city. Think only about making big money. Be sure you can pay your bills, and more you can pay more you can live easily. Become like the people you see on tv. Small environments are old and laughable.
Basically, cut your roots.
Sell your soul.

Never lose your guard.
Never put down that hand after a strike.

Once you lower your guard, and for some reason you don't take a hit after that, you will become imprudent till something big hit your face in order to kill you.

Hit hard, defend yourself, and don't believe in lies even if they pay you for your soul.

The act of killing for natural purposes, may be for self sustaining, survival or even mercy, connects directly with the divine, without passing through philosophy, emotions and mental masturbation.

There is no fight, no animosity, nothing personal.

You kill, butcher, you do the most primal thing your ancestors did when they decided to emulate predators.

Taking an animal life is The Moment, where there is nothing, no past, no future.

Of course, every extreme sport athlete knows exactly what I'm talking about: the moment you climb the highest mountain, you face another person who wants to knock you out, the moment you jump from a waterfall and so on.

If you want to talk about god, gods and spirits, be sure you are doing God's work.
Be sure you are facing the irrational with your flesh and bones, were reality collapses and nothing is left but the Moment.

The hardest resistance training is never the weight room - that’s simply a bare minimum.

It’s fighting the urge to quit, to do less, to be less, to give in to our base selves or desires.

It’s fighting the slow creep of normalcy, of banality… the insidious whispers of surrender or heartlessness.

The physical training is a great and simple reminder - much effort yields much reward.

Great things seldom come to those who cannot follow even their own rules.

The most masculine thing you could do, is to properly pass skills and knowledge to the young ones.

Death is certain, honor and courage are not.

We must be sure to plant the right seeds on our land, to be sure the next trees will be able to grow facing the sun and not obscured by other plants, or cutted down by greed, or even worst, tainted with venomous poison.

We can do it because of our bloodline, because of an oath or even because of a sense of righteous purpose or compassion.

Be sure your compassion has a sense, by the way: compassion pushed blindly is just weak propaganda.

Teaching compassion exactly because you know you would have to be uncompromised and even merciless, teaching the value of pain and effort: this is what makes compassion and kindness worth.

There is absolutely nothing in wrong at aiming to a great goal.

Aiming to something big means you would need to train hard, stay focused more than an average guy, endure great amount of pressure, until even in failure, you realize how tough you have become and start again.

Whoever judges the great men of the past is often just envy and mean-minded, people unable to focus on being great chosing the part of the lesser man: this is pure fear of pressure.

A lesser man who talks about Attila or Caesar, Gengis Khan or Alexander as mean and evil men driven only by lust for blood and toxic masculinity, is just covering his sense of inferiority and his bitter resentment toward himself and his inability to act and look higher.

It is a way to not acknowledge his failure : "those people were sic and wrong, you can enjoy life and do whatever you want with respect" aka "be a common man, I don't want to be stomped morally by your potential greatness".

Read about ancient sagas and heroes, from Europe, America, Asia, be inspired and aim at your target without fear but remember : make them telling stories.

What is more pathetic then a strong man constantly complaining about how the world is going ?

A weak man constantly complaining about how the world is going.

Be sure you are worth the words you like to speak.

Have a nice Sunday you all

Dire Dogs are creating something.

We are working on a big project that will include anyone willing to protect a land. A territory. A holy place. Something that reflects your will, body and actions. No matter how big or small.

Expect news soon.
And a big, open event.

Many people who hang out with us or follow our principles often talk a lot about "the law of nature" and other similar things in order to appear merciless and though.

We are indeed part of nature, and following our nature, some of our basic human instincts, implies wearing masks.

Very bad new for you: wearing masks and behave in different ways in different environment doesn't sound really courageous or "eco" in a strict sense.

Listen up: wearing masks is being yourself, but louder.

Is it positive ? No.
Could be useful ? Yes, sadly.

But remember. Every time you train to not run a way from a punch, or you stand your ground wearing only a single mask in this world of lies, you are fighting against your basic nature.

Which is just a proof, that there is a higher truth that stands beyond this simple world.

No luck this time at the Mongolian wrestling competition in Friuli. Only open weight and my first opponent is an Hungarian monster around 40 or 50 kg more then me.

I do what I can, but with my lack of skills and his superior strength and weight he throws me across the fighting camp while I was trying to put a guillotine.

My pride is wounded for a couple of hours but after a pizza and a drink I'm ready for 2 swordfight competitions with medium/heavy contact rules.

I get silver on both of them, winning a total of 10 fights and losing two.

I'm overall satisfied but I need far more training in my grappling skills.

Be aware of victory and be humble in it. I was so satisfied about my pankration matches in March that I didn't give enough importance to this historical sport event.

Lesson learnt.

Kristian was 160 kg when he started to hang out with us.

Just out of depression, alone, with serious drug problems.

He wasn't able to walk in the woods without vomiting every 30 minutes.

Today Kristian is 100kg.
He trains boxing and kick boxing.
He is able to provide help, to hike for hours, he eats clean, he doesn't use drugs.
He works and he is able to attend every moot.

He is 49 years old.

Your will is your weapon of mass destruction.

Stay focused in order to live the moment.

The Moment is everything during the fray.

This is why you need strong companions and iron discipline.

It is good to have hobbies, enjoy life and take it easy, but without the ability to say "fuck it" to everything that is not discipline, it's worthless, I would say even weak, to revel in comfort.

So fuck it, and live the moment, where the moment can fuck up your eyes, bones and blood.

Nothing is more divine then spending time in order to be prepared for that moment.

Do not mistake Honor for Moralism.

Honor is a masculine driven sense of respect that involves renown, fame and a militant discipline, in order to recognize the best thing to do and the best behaviour in order to uphold your dignity and consequently, your people dignity.

Which means, honor may looks immoral to the weak and the one who screams for a world made up by the equation "vice equals freedom", where you can behave as you wish in order to fulfill your urges.

Let's be honest here : honor may look immoral even for the common man.

Moralism is not negative per se, but it doesn't involve honor.
Moralism is a sense of justice, and it may be even wrong. It is a shade of gray and a matter of perspective leaded by your social and political or religious view.

Honor is not a shade of gray.
Honor is living imagining your best ancestors constantly looking on you. It is to respect who defeated you but it is also accepting he's taking something for you, something he conquered and he should preserve.

Honor is an aggressive mindset, because without balls and without the need to prove your physical and mental skills in a moment of pressure, you can't prove your honor, you can't even prove you're a man.

Plain and simple. Honor is taking what you need with respect, but still, it is to take, and not always like a gentleman despite the effort.

Make honor dangerous again.

Tribal gathering for Baldr's Light celebration.

Every tribe member brings with him a story of struggle and inner shame.

We share, discuss, fix together.

And violence.
Lot of violence.

Many asked an open moot, or a way to meet us.

We are working on something in order to share with you a bit of what our tribe is, one of our way to deal with the world and one of the main pillar of our philosophy.

Too early to share right now the exact point, but it will a way , a flag, to unite strong willed people, a call to action in order to meet only the best of the best and improve our environment.

Many consequences of the industrial world strike constantly our mind, with anxiety, fear and sloth.

We want to share a counter-strike.

Hands of a demon, head of a god.

We need both.
One the hugest mistake we do, is to have a dualistic sense of existence where everything we do must embody a side or the other one.

Those sides are probably real, but our need to see our actions on one of the two, is just an illusion.

Many in our tribe have practical skills. The men fights, have mechanical, survival and agrarian skills. The women create and take care of the land. One of my duties is to kill, butcher, and skin.

"You should try to kill a beast of your size"
No, the one who kills in nature is a killer not a warrior.
"You don't have emotions".
I take them out from the womb, feed them and take care of them for months.
"You don't kill in a ethical way".
I kill with the knife to eat, and the illusion of mercy for a kill, is just black magic from livestock corporations in order to consume.

Those sample conversations shows how fake duality may be in stupid conversations.

The "why" it's not always important as much as the "how".

The irrationality of nature will always clash with the mechanical moralism used to ignite fear, fault and control. Because it makes dualism crumble.

When I kill, I feel nothing.
I gain nothing.
I am nothing.
It keeps me silently grateful.
It is nothing special.
There is no side.

Ask yourself the "how", and you will see, there are no real sides.