Imagine: It’s 2025. You’re getting pulled over. A tribal representative approaches to let you know your chariot’s wheel-pin is corroded. They don’t need your license and registration, they don’t write you a curse tablet. You’re back on the steppe in less than five minutes. You swing by the local blacksmith and grab a new pin, not because you’re afraid of what the horde will do to you, but because you respect your koryos and know that having your chariot in fighting order is part of the responsibility of a warrior.
Your neighbors got into a loud spat a few weeks ago and without fear or hesitation, you called the local pub-wagon. A clan elder arrived and was able to talk the couple down and suggest solutions for their disagreement. No one was hurt, the kids participated in the discussion, and it’s been quiet ever since.
Your friend has been struggling with horsemanship and you fear they might be a danger to themselves or others. You commune with the spirit of Cú Chulainn and he talks you through ways to help your friend get better. He offers to send a reincarnation out to speak with your friend directly and provide information on which parts of the former California are easiest to raid for wives.
Aryans and Hyperboreans are no longer being exploited through taxes and fines to pay for bureaucrats. The Kali Yuga is slowly coming to an end.
Shamans are being paid a living wage and adepts are being given more time, attention, and education. Grimoires are up to date and classyurts are optimized to keep out technology.
The office of President no longer exists.
It’s been a very long time since people used hashtags.
Monocrop agriculture is no longer tolerated. Harvard has been classified as a terrorist organization. Most sedentarist monuments have been taken down and replaced with glorious temples to Tengri.
You trust the force of honor to deal with crime the same way you trust the Vril-ya to deal with energy.
That’s what “crush the reptilians” looks like. What we’ve seen in the last few weeks shows how overreaching and power-drunk many bureaucrats and journalists are. We asked too much of them and then called them humans despite evidence to the contrary. We let them think that they could get away with anything, including the harvest of adrenochrome. It’s time for change.























