7 years ago, a few friends and I decided to make a circuit of the USA by motorcycle. We started at home, hit the east coast in NC - from there, we tore across the Midwest, through the Pacific Northwest to the ocean, California, Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, and the South, til arriving back home some 8,000 odd miles later.

You can read about the journey in my “Liber 4.” Part autobiography, part road journal, filled with pictures and sigils from that life changing journey.

Since then I’ve made the Transcontinental ride a few more times - some successfully, others not so much, but none held the spirit of high adventure and the unknown like the first time.

Get out there and do it if you want - it’s a hard trip.

I hope to hear about it sometime.

You can follow my brother Matthias’ crafts here.

He has a few beautiful items for sale today.

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I’ve heard it’s difficult for some to navigate the podcast using the Gumroad platform.

I realize it’s not the best or easiest to use, but it’s one of the only online shops I am not banned from, so I appreciate those of you who have supported Call Sign: Werewolf despite the inconvenience.

Next broadcast will mark the 50th installment - 2 a month (give or take) for two solid years. Thank you for all the support.

Here is yesterday’s broadcast in a simple mp3 format - some of you might need to hear this today.

It was an important concept for me to get back in touch with the basics of.

CSW49: “CON FIDES”

• Belief and self-confidence are earned, not merely “had”

• Choosing a magnificent ideal

• Dedication, worship, and maintaining the holy fire

This is a short episode, but was an important one for me to record today.

For those especially who are still looking, or have felt their dedication slip or fail.

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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.

Sights and sounds from our first promotion night!

Last night was an important birthday.

He was a good lad and a young one and he went out early and fast.

He was well loved by all that knew him, but the lure of the world and all its venom was stronger than he was, in the end.

Every time I see this photo and I see my own face, much younger and less weathered by the world and my own struggles with it, and the sadness in my eyes standing outside a building that held my young friend’s dead body, I’m taken back to that moment and the days surrounding it.

I remember the phone call telling me he was dead, and how it felt to know your little brother had died and how the pain went from something unreal and distant to something sharp and terrible that lived in your cells and blood.

Love is awful like that.

It makes you care, and makes you invest, and that willingness to give part of yourself to something opens you up for damage and heartache.

That fact can’t make you stop investing and putting it all on the line for what’s right and good and beautiful.

It’s the risk and the sorrow and the potential for ruin that makes it that much more special and worth holding onto.

This wild fury and a righteous vision of our possible future and the knowledge of its potential loss, forever, is what should keep us fighting for what we believe in and know is right.

When I look in my little boy’s eyes, I know the future isn’t something I can leave to chance or to someone else to solve, and leave him something dark and horrible to inherit.

If we learn anything from the wreckage this world has wrought on those we love; the death and destruction it holds - the festering sores behind a veil of attractive illusion…

It is to never give up hope. To never give up on those who we love and swear allegiance to. To never stop fighting for a better world, no matter how trite that sounds. To always remember those who have lost their lives to the emptiness and heartlessness which is this worlds only reward.

To love ferociously and with all of our beings and to remember to take today to tell those close to you how much they mean to you and how much the world will be bleaker with their passing.