Honoring the Knights of the Fox Den
Forged in the Furnace of Suffering
When it comes to the journey, me and the other knights of the round table of the Fox Den had been on. This was not just something theoretical or abstract, but something forged within the furnace of suffering, alienation and rejection from the modern world itself. I was myself living on the edge of the metaphorical wilderness. This is where civilization hopes the Dionysian goes to die in exile, for the civilizational illusions of "perfection" and "purity."
The exploration started with the book Alchemy of the Psyche, which explores the foundation of Jungian depth psychology, and the mytho-historical foundations of the modern conflict, tied to the archetypes of Dionysus, Wolf-Apollo and the Sovereignty Goddess, long pushed into the Collective Shadow of civilisation. This book informed by the work of Jungian analyst Sylvia Brinton Perera on the scapegoat complex and the work of Jung, also delves into the ancient mystery schools, to shed light on the origins of what was lost. Which also connects to the deep and long exploration me and the knights of the round table had done on The Moment Podcast, later renamed to The Mystic Table. Starting with the video on Grifters and Narcissists.
Yet for me this path was not one of mere exploration. It was one of survival, and had been for most my life. The Artemisian energy I worked with gave me the tools to navigate this, to create safe spaces for myself, The Fox Den, and to act as a protector of my deeper self when the world outside threatened to extinguish it. She allowed me to find safety in Finland and also during other times in my life. In my case, being scapegoated from age five speaks to society's tendency to repress or reject what it deems as "too much". The chaotic, the intense, the non-conformist. Rather than embracing or understanding this energy, society projected its discomfort, casting me as an outsider, a "problem," or a "threat." So my journey was not just a journey for the reclamation of something ancient, but to find a way to exist in a world that wants to snuff out what is deemed "dangerous." Those who are inextricably tied to the Dionysian aspects of the psyche are often pushed to the margins, labeled as outsiders, misunderstood, and at times, vilified. Due to a lack of empathy for our experiences.
In the modern Western world, there exists a pervasive and ever-present dominance of Logos. So the rational, ordered, and structured way of knowing that seeks to control, categorize, and reduce all that is known to its mechanical components. This is the world of intellect, reason, and materialism. A world that values what can be dissected, proven, and manipulated. Part of my journey, which became the book Rebirth of Nyx, was to understand the Apollonian-Dionysian, and to look at the truth behind it.
Realising that the modern Western world, truly was pseudo-Apollonian, and what the author coined Kronian in nature. Thus in this book delving into the mysteries and stages of the development of the soul, next to revealing the source of the Kronian world-view, hidden in the dismembering of Dionysus. Which also connects to the scapegoat complex, and what I coined the victim-child, the wounded part of the psyche, due to civilizational wounding. Think here also generational trauma, and the trauma connected to the Collective Shadow. Using Jungian depth psychology and developmental psychology to understand the root cause of the modern crisis of alienation and decay.
Finally in through my upcoming book Dawn of the Sacred Age, I completed this quest for a way to exist in a broken system, as I truly am. And through the rebirth of the ancient wisdom of Orphism and the Proto-Indo-European's, before the Neolithic Revolution, 10.000 years ago, find a new way forward, without the need for a scapegoat. Upending an unfathomable weight of historical baggage, reaching back tens of thousands of years to some of the most foundational aspects of human civilization and psychology.
Yet when it comes to this journey itself, I had not done this alone. There were others such as Raine, Neirum, Corey, and many others within the Fox Den that also worked on this same journey. With Christina being someone outside of the Fox Den, that I worked with on my book Rebirth of Nyx. Yet not all of the knights and those who worked on this journey have made it, they passed away the last year. This is why I would also want to honour their memories, and what they have meant to me, and those who have known them. This is for all people who have been cast out of society, as many of us have been throughout our life. Living on the edges of civilisation’s social sphere itself. The scapegoats cast out to die in exile.
In Memoriam
In memory of Corey, 37 years old, round table knight of the Fox Den. A soul who walked with deep care for the future, even when the shadows of hopelessness clouded his vision. A Tolkienist at heart, he found solace in the old myths, the eternal cycles of nature, and the longing for a world where families could thrive and heal. He saw the pain humanity endures, locked in a cycle of suffering, torn between the echoes of past wounds and the hope for something greater. Corey was a seeker of truth, a warrior for authentic spirituality, and a fierce advocate for mental health. He yearned to break free from the weight of dogma, to carve a path toward a more whole existence for himself and those around him that he cared about. For them to be authentic and restore the old Proto-Indo-European ways. His spirit was passionate, his heart brimming with a desire to heal, to transform, to see the end of suffering and the rise of a new age where truth and love could guide us.
Though his path was cut short, the light he carried is not in vain. I hope that with this work, and the work all of us who seek, to honor his memory. Knowing that his struggles and dreams live on in those of us who continue the work he began. He wanted to make the world better, and have more good and compassion in it. As it has been lacking. Yet he really needed it for himself. He needed that deep compassion and love that so many yearn for and need. For the feminine and the Dionysian to be restored. The true wholeness and cosmic order, where authenticity and wholeness, includes deep compassion for those struggling and cast out. I hope that through this shared work we can make sure that other souls that suffer in silent will no longer face their suffering alone.
And to Neirum, whose practical wisdom was as vast as the horizon he wandered. His absence is like the quiet after a storm. He wandered off into the world, and no one knows what happened to him.
And to Lor, age 23, whose spirit was plagued by her own darkness. A fox lost and taken from those who held her dear. Driven into death and killed by forces that did not see her suffering and light. Wanting to fight against those who oppress.
And finally to Christina, age 29, whose laughter and spirit once filled the air. Her song still lingers in the air, like the final notes of a symphony. I carry her light with me always, as she guided me in the moments when darkness felt too heavy. Her soul and our love is enshrined within the story of Lucia. I will never forget her sparkling eyes. Her kind soul always knew what to say in the darker moments. Her heart as big as an ancient tree. She was there when no one was. When I felt utterly abandoned, in the midst of my journey to reclaim my own soul. Yet she was someone who carried her own grief and loneliness. In the many months we knew each other, we had bonded deeply, talking about our shared struggles.
She was not merely a co-writer for my book Rebirth of Nyx, she was a source of insight and wisdom, helping me navigate through complex ideas and refining my understanding. It was through our many discussions that I was able to uncover deeper layers of meaning. She challenged my assumptions and expanded my horizons, teaching me how these ancient truths are not isolated concepts but part of a living, breathing web of interconnected wisdom. Through her, I was able to see how these ideas fit together into a greater whole.
Though she was a soul that suffered in her own way. Feeling alone and orphaned by a world that did not see her. Struggling with the expectation's of her family, that did not honour her light. She had felt trapped in roles that were not hers, without a way out. Till death took her. I loved her greatly, and I owe her so much, as she helped me through one of the darkest moments, where I did not know if I had the strength left to go on. Yet her absence breaks my heart, as I could never be for her, what she was for me. I sincerely hope that my writings on the feminine, does her spirit, love and her grief honour. As I hope to honour my girl, that I loved greatly. She and all others that have left us too soon, are those forgotten by a system that did not see them, and their pain. May their spirits wander with Lucia and her foxes, and their light bring solace to all those who also feel forgotten. And I want to honour all the knights, those who came and went as life demanded, their place at the table is also never forgotten. They aren't gone, but are part of the very essence of what we will continue to be.
