In the New Dark Ages, one can still find a stronghold against its emptiness and its deprivations.

Towering neon cities spew forth pollution both spiritual and physical. Real evil rears its head everywhere, and good men who would otherwise strike it down utterly are ground between the cogs of the machinery that serves the Great Dragon.

Imprisonment, ruin, death, exile - all are weapons at the disposal of the servants of the Dragon and the Bull, and the Scarlet Woman.

Their lies are written on glowing signs a thousand feet tall, and beamed like sorcery into the home, into the school, into the brain, and to make war against these ideas can seem like an impossible battle.

But we know that with a righteous cause, nothing is impossible, and we do not lose heart.

One of our saviors in this brutal campaign for truth and honor in a time of deceit and treachery is the Joyous Gard.

This is something akin to a spiritual cousin of the woods in which the forest rebel has always dwelt in the lore - a place set apart, a forest passage wherein stands the woodland stronghold.

However - it must be not *only* spiritual!

It is not the nature of this new order to be content with things of a metaphysical or hypothetical nature, nor to endlessly philosophize about what good could be done in this age - but to actually do, and achieve, in this physical reality, the change we are seeking to make in the world. 

Joyous Gard is a place that should be acquired, or visited often, by you and your brothers in arms, and kept apart from the world itself. 

It should be developed to regenerate the soul, and to vanquish the slow grey creep of apathy or despair. 

Visits there should involve rites of strength and joy, of truth and togetherness - these things are like arrows between the scales of that Great Dragon whose breath is iniquity and whose gaze is the solitary death and the meaningless existence. 

In the legends, Joyous Gard was once called Dolorous Gard - the Fortress of Grief. 

From this, we can take hope, and know that even those locations and places in the world that are shot through with banality, ugliness, and may even be in the heart of the monolithic metropolis wherein the Dragon has his utter dominion…can be turned to our use, and become Joyous. 

A ruined building on the edge of a place once humming with industry, covered now in vine and marked with obscenity and garish paintings…an abandoned mill on some lonely riverbank…a normal seeming warehouse, on the inside hung with tapestry and decked with the tools of brutal chivalry. 

A mountaintop seldom frequented by servants of the triune principalities of this world…

All are potential places for your Joyous Gard, where you and your brothers can engage in a life given color and blood by a higher meaning and a righteous cause. 

Seeking it, finding it, and claiming it is an important aspect of the Grand Campaign. 

Ride out.



In the New Dark Ages, the true seeker of the Grail must brave the Siege Perilous.

Arthurian lore tells of this seat being set aside only for the worthy, the knight who would ultimately attain the Grail - any other who sat in the Siege Perilous would find it fatal.

In our time, the way to the attainment of the Cup that holds eternal life and purpose is beset with real danger and fraught with true peril on all sides.

One of the truest of these is self-delusion.

The Grand Campaign is not a theater act, a role-play, or a game.

What sets it apart from these things is the very real risk and danger that it presents to the aspiring Knight of this new order: his life is what he has to offer. His safety, his comfort, his time - his honor.

Those who are merely pretending would be struck down if they attempted to sit even for a moment in the real Siege Perilous.

They would retreat from the arrows of misfortune, from the screaming hatred of the mob, from the very real enemies who array themselves against those who have won their spurs on the field of conquest and ideal.

In fact, a good way to ascertain if you are on the path of the Grand Campaign or not is to see how much your life resembles that of the World, or how much the life you lead is set apart from the everyday world. 

If your actions in your day to day look similar to the average citizen of the Kingdom of Darkness, a resident of the nearly invisible prison fashioned from the coils of the Great Dragon…you are not on the Grand Campaign, and you are unfit to sit the Siege Perilous.

You may delude yourself into thinking you are set against the foe, but who are you allied with? What powers and forces are at your aid, and who takes the field against you?

Without struggle, without duty, a man cannot transcend life and death, because he can attain no honor without loyalty and allegiance, and he can achieve no lasting glory without fighting for a cause. 

To take your place in the Siege Perilous is to wed a life of danger. It is to accept that you “are in the zone all the time.” It is to be a man born in your time, yet not of your time. 

It is to defend what was, and to fight for the dream of what could be. 

In the New Dark Ages, everything seems to be ironic and metaphorical.

Everything is a cynical joke, a defense mechanism against sincerity, a statement of no statement.

Holding a position, any position is seen as a faux pas, and it is infinitely more acceptable amongst the bourgeois and the socialite to be amorphous, rootless, fluid in every way…

In this fashion, change is the fashion.

We cannot allow ourselves to fall to this spirit of the age.

There is an old adage that, like many old adages, remains true, and becomes more so each day.

“If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.”

Why is it that the masses are so easily manipulated, lied to, shifted, moved from one field to the other like cattle being grazed?

Why is it that each new trend, each new outrage, each new cause is leapt upon with a frenzied excitement, a furious urge to be “first” to tout whatever is NEW, whatever is “of the day?”

It is precisely because they believe in nothing that they so loudly claim belief in everything.

Desperate to find meaning, but unwilling to be outcast by looking into the forbidden topics of blood, culture, or spirituality outside of some kind of vague, cafeteria-style New Age vapidity that almost always doubles only as a cheap party trick or conversation starter, a loosely-held trinket with no weight or value.

This mindset is encouraged, fostered, fertilized, and enforced by the principalities and powers of this world for one reason alone:

Belief makes men dangerous.

It creates something worth living for, and something worth dying for.

Belief is the most treacherous thing there is for those in positions of control over this world, and it is the reason it is so mocked, so shunned.

And it is for this reason we must deeply explore and examine ourselves, our blood, our roots, and our culture.

We must immerse ourselves in things of worth and value in order to find where our belief lies, and from thence, to give our lives over to that belief, that zeal, that fire.

To believe in something is to have a God- what we believe in, what we mold our lives around, and give worth to, literally “worship” with our actions - this is our GOD.

And to have a god is to be forever on the Crusade…the Grand Campaign from whence we attain our own honor and value.

“Rejecting modernity” is more than a slogan to sound interesting.

It is a rejection of all the trappings of that modern world that are damaging, deracinating, and disintegrating to who we are as human beings, who we are as people. 

It is choosing belief over what is fashionable. 

It is choosing hard truths over beautiful lies. 

It is choosing blood over gold.