The essence of Our Work is Will. Discipline. Power.

Power, not for personal whim, but for correct, lasting, eternal change unto the nature of being and all that it contains.

We are not shy in this Work, in these efforts, in that which is pursued, for that Victory is not negotiable.

There will be no armistice.

There will be no prisons or camps for the soldiers of the enemy.

Know well that like Our orlog itself, there is an orlog of each person — their actions, their ancestors, their unique circumstances. Our Work requires that this become known, and that place therein discovered, and that place accepted and treasured and honed and made into the shining jewel it ever was and is.

For if those of Us cannot ever-hone their diamond, hone their devotion, to such a sheen that it can cut through the veils of existence themselves — they are of no use.

And for those of Us in this Work, that is not acceptable. We are the doers of doing, and the dreamers of dream, the guardians of Our legacy, of the Reich itself.

We are devoted unto the service of Our Volk, Our Führer, Our Gods, the Throne. There is no complacency nor excuses nor middling effort.

We are proud of what is Ours, of Our excesses, of Our Victory, of Our children, of Our Work.

We are proud because we are strong enough to be of service to Our Volk, Our Reich, Our Führer.

We are Power.

Victory comes through no other avenue.

Measure well that which must be cut, and may the thing designed have enough integrity to live through eternity.

For there is no place for that in this Work which does NOT.

Do not mistake Our silence for humility, for in this Work we are not humble.

We speak not of the sacred with the profane, and those of Us have been tested true to be worthy of the gifts of their blood and from Our Gods themselves.

Unto those so worthy is revealed the Mystery of Mysteries, the Method of Methods, the true essence of the Stone of the Wise, and the way unto the Throne itself.

Come unto the banquet, for the Communion of Our Saints is nigh.