Easter

Constable_Salisbury_Cathedral_from_the_MeadowsSo when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. – 1 Corinthians 15:54

A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with a lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs of birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields—or, rather, from the one great garden of the whole cultivated island in its yielding time—penetrate into the Cathedral, subdue its earthy odour, and preach the Resurrection and the Life. The cold stone tombs of centuries ago grow warm; and flecks of brightness dart into the sternest marble corners of the building, fluttering there like wings. – The Mystery of Edwin Drood


Only the antique Europeans and those modern Europeans who have striven with might and main to stay connected to the ancient Europeans can truly understand the height and depth of the Easter miracle, because only the European people, as a people, believed in Christ’s resurrection from the dead. They did not adhere to the religion of Christ crucified, Christ risen in order to please the mighty of the world. They were the mighty of the world: they had conquered Rome. They bent their knees to a divine humanity that was like unto their own humanity, but greater, greater because it was more human their humanity. Now, the same people that showed us the face of Jesus Christ are being demonized, as Christian Europeans once demonized African and Aztec Satanists. This should tell us something about our modern society and make us question, if we claim the name of Christian, whether we can serve negro-worshipping Liberaldom and Christ at the same time.

The battle for the church of Christ – where two or three are gathered together in His name – and the battle for the white race is the same battle. If the ancient Europeans were wrong about God, if the Christ of Handel’s Messiah is not the living God, then to whom shall we turn for the words of eternal life? Surely not to the negro, nor to any of the Asian gods of nothingness. It is essential that the true European, the European who has stayed close to his racial hearth fire, remain faithful. He is the Christ bearer who knows that His Redeemer liveth, that death has been defeated by the very same Savior his European ancestors believed in. The European Christ is the Living God! This Easter, and every Easter, blessed be His name. +

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The Lay of the European Minstrel

Walter_Scott_The_Lay_of_the_Last_MinstrelHush’d is the harp: the Minstrel gone.
And did he wander forth alone?
Alone, in indigence and age,
To linger out his pilgrimage?
No; close beneath proud Newark’s tower,
Arose the Minstrel’s lowly bower;
A simple hut; but there was seen
The little garden hedged with green,
The cheerful hearth, and lattice clean.
There shelter’d wanderers, by the blaze,
Oft heard the tale of other days;
For much he lov’d to ope his door,
And give the aid he begg’d before.
So pass’d the winter’s day; but still,
When summer smil’d on sweet Bowhill,
And July’s eve, with balmy breath,
Wav’d the blue-bells on Newark heath;
When throstles sung in Harehead-shaw,
And corn was green on Carterhaugh,
And flourish’d, broad, Blackandro’s oak,
The aged Harper’s soul awoke!
Then would he sing achievements high,
And circumstance of chivalry,
Till the rapt traveller would stay,
Forgetful of the closing day;
And noble youths, the strain to hear,
Forsook the hunting of the deer;
And Yarrow, as he roll’d along,
Bore burden to the Minstrel’s song.

-Walter Scott

With the exception of his poem “El Dorado,” which is usually only seen in children’s poetry anthologies, I never cared much for the prose and poetry of Edgar Allan Poe. Like Shakespeare and Dostoevsky he sees the dark side of human existence: the evil that men do and the evil that they yearn to do in their inmost hearts, but unlike Shakespeare and Dostoevsky Poe doesn’t see the light that is also in human hearts. It’s quite significant that Poe, who was ignored by his own countrymen, was lionized by the decadent French symbolists who regarded him as the first modern poet. I don’t know if he was the first modernist, but he certainly was modern in his sensibility, and that is what kept him, despite great technical virtuosity, from being a great poet. But since it is the spirit of modernity that has led the white man to the dark tower of negro worship, it might be helpful to look more closely at the works of Edgar Allan Poe and then see if there is an antidote for modernity or, to paraphrase Poe’s biblical quote from “The Raven,” to see if there is a balm in Gilead.

Most men do not have the burden of vision; they do not see life as the poet does. Perhaps it is better that way, or else the work of the world could not go on. But then again men must, even the most material-minded of men, have a vision of something more than this world if they are to continue functioning in this world. Maybe they only need a glimpse of the vision, but they do need it. It is up to the poet to provide that vision for his people. He needs to be the brave man who dreams dreams and sees visions. But what if the poet’s dreams are nightmares and his vision is a vision of hell? Then the people perish for want of light.

Poe’s vision of darkness was not his vision alone; a poet’s vision is never just his own solitary vision. Poe saw the coming conflict within the European people, between the religion of cosmic nature and Christianity, and he internalized that conflict within his own soul. Nowhere is the conflict more visible than in Poe’s poem, “The Raven.” With mathematical certainty, the Raven informs Poe that the dead do not rise, and he shall “nevermore” see his lost love. King Lear says something similar, “Never, Never, Never…” about his daughter Cordelia’s death, but in the case of Lear we do not get the sense that it is over; we feel that Cordelia’s death is an apotheosis, not a mathematical endgame.

“The Raven” is a perfect poem, mechanically speaking, but that is the problem with it. It is too mathematically perfect. Indeed, Poe was supposed to have been a double genius, poetical and mathematical, who did complex problems in geometry for amusement. But mathematical genius is not of the spirit; it is pedestrian and mundane and should not be blended with or given an ascendancy over poetical genius. In Poe’s case the ascendancy of math over poetry is obvious. The Raven’s mathematical, evil genius overcame the craven Poe’s poetical genius just as Mr. Hyde overcame Dr. Jekyll.

Stevenson, who was born one year after Poe’s death, also saw the ongoing war between the scientistic/mathematical European and the poetical European. But Stevenson rejected the Raven’s “Nevermore”; where Poe saw only darkness, Stevenson saw the light that shineth in darkness. If only Poe had remained true to the spiritual quest of the knight in “El Dorado” as Stevenson remained true to his dear land of storybooks, then he would have given his people a vision of the living God instead of a nightmarish vision of hell.

What Poe saw in his nightmarish vision was a natural world devoid of God’s grace. The Raven’s “Nevermore” was the answer that mathematical nature always gives to mortal men. And Poe, quite understandably, despaired because he thought his beloved would never come back to him. He could not be consoled by the negro gods of nature because those gods were not in place yet. And even if they had been, I don’t think they could have filled the void in Poe’s soul. He was still of the “there is no God, everything is terrible” school, in contrast to the modern liberals who joyously proclaim the death of the Christian God and welcome in the new black gods.

People just yawn now when they read Poe’s tales and poems because his nightmarish underground world of horror and black despair has become mainstream. Why then, if Poe’s vision of the Raven upon his chamber door has become the vision of the modern world, do not the modern Europeans succumb to the same despair that Poe succumbed to? Are the modern Europeans spiritually superior to Poe? Are they able to look into the void without flinching? Hardly. They have managed to live their lives without facing the Raven’s “Nevermore.” Superficiality has proven to be a very good defense against Ravens who persist in rapping at one’s chamber door. The moderns can yawn at Poe’s tales because they don’t take his vision of existence seriously. The liberals’ have the negro to comfort them, and the grazers have the many and varied opiates of modernity to ease them through life. To look at Poe’s vision of life, and take his horrific vision seriously, would be a step up for the liberal and the grazer. Then they would have to chose: Christ or the abyss.

While it’s perfectly true that Christ is the balm in Gilead, telling a modern European raised on opiates and negro worship that Christ is risen and we no longer need to fear the Raven’s “Nevermore” is like expecting a person who has only seen the last scene in Hamlet to understand the play. Christ, the warrior bard who loved His people with a love that passeth the understanding of the human mind, has been buried for so long by pin-headed theologians and solemn philosophical undertakers that His divine charity, which once warmed the European hearth fires and enflamed our hearts, has been forced out of this world, remaining only as a racial memory in the hearts of we few, we Europeans, who still hear the minstrel’s lay. The song of the European minstrel trumps the Raven’s “Nevermore.” “Evermore, Evermore” is the Minstrel’s lay, “the cross of Christ is the tree of life.”

It should be writ large in our hearts that wherever rationalism raises its venomous, snake-like head, negro worship will follow. It doesn’t matter whether it’s in church or state, rationalism is the Raven, the contemplation of dumb nature, which leads to the worship of the negro. The modern conservative and the liberals are rationalists therefore they both, despite petty differences, worship the negro. Neither side defines nature as Burke defined nature:

We know, and it is our pride to know, that man is by his constitution a religious animal; that atheism is against, not only our reason, but our instincts; and that it cannot prevail long. But if, in the moment of riot, and in a drunken delirium from the hot spirit drawn out of the alembic of hell, which in France is now so furiously boiling, we should uncover our nakedness, by throwing off that Christian religion which has hitherto been our boast and comfort, and one great source of civilization amongst us, and amongst many other nations, we are apprehensive (being well aware that the mind will not endure a void) that some uncouth, pernicious, and degrading superstition might take place of it.

For that reason, before we take from our establishment the natural, human means of estimation, and give it up to contempt, as you have done, and in doing it have incurred the penalties you well deserve to suffer, we desire that some other may be presented to us in the place of it. We shall then form our judgment.

The modern man, addicted to psychiatry and porno, thinks we have no instincts but animal instincts and our reason is a tool to further the ends of our animalistic appetites. The law of the jungle prevails, which is why the man-god of the jungle, the noble negro savage who has not been polluted by the religion of the God-Man, is the god of our new, natural, utopian world.

Nature in the raw has no appeal to me. An ocean is just a large body of water until it connects with a coastal town in Wales or a sleepy fishing village in Maine. I could care less about an aesthetically pleasing forest or mountain in Africa, but my heart soars when I view the dark forests of Germany or the Swiss Alps. Why? Thomas Moore said it best:

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
’Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still.

’Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

My people! The friends of my bosom. What have they done that they should be condemned and set aside for slaughter? They brought forth the Christ Child. Just as Mary’s blessed acceptance of the incarnate Lord set the Christ story in motion, so did my people’s acceptance of Christ as their Lord and Kinsman set the story of Christian civilization in motion. It’s ridiculous to say human beings are mere puppets, manipulated by God. He has given us the freedom to reject His grace. And the Europeans did not reject His grace, they asked Him to come and dwell amongst them. God bless them for it. All that I am and what faith I have is because they, the friends of my bosom, were willing to be channels of grace for Christ the Lord. I love them; they are my good and noble kinsmen, who showed me the face of Jesus Christ.

It’s not a little thing, the marriage between Christ and the European people. Without it, we are doomed to hear, over and over again, the cold, heartless Raven, pronouncing his death sentence on mankind, “Nevermore.” “The dead shall not rise,” is what negro-worshipping Liberaldom is all about, Charlie Brown. And, “Death is swallowed up in victory,” is what Christian Europe is all about. The struggle does availeth. To God goes the glory, forever and ever, Amen. +

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The Christ Bearing People

Dore_Apparition-of-St-George-on-the-Mount-of-OlivesBefore the Altar kneeled the saint in prayer,
Fixed on the Crucified his steadfast gaze–
How hard his way with danger and contempt!
Sudden, with rapture thrilled, his heart beat stayed.
Was it a miracle or but a dream?
The chapel walls dissolved and heav’n appeared,
The cross of shame became a growing tree,
Raising its branches sun-ward fair and tall–
See how each twig is weighted down with fruit.
The close air of the church no more he breathes–
A gentle breeze bears scents of summer fruit.
He sees the Glorified with arms outstretched,
‘Thou in a holy hour has gazed on Heaven.
Thy dream is true. This earthly life is dream,
The holy cross, it is the tree of life.’
Now God be praised for pain that veiled His face.

-Otto Crusius


In his autobiography Yeats tells of an old-guard devotee of Thomas Moore who was fond of saying, “I’d walk ten miles through a bog to avoid the music of Wagner.” Yeats, because he was one of those ‘betwixt and between’ souls with Christian and rationalist sympathies, quoted the reactionary Wagner-hater with disapproval. I, with no modernist sympathies, approve of the old reactionary’s sentiments. I had similar feelings as a young man about books on Christian mysticism. I would have run ten miles through a bog to avoid reading about or hearing about Christian mysticism. My sentiments about Christian mysticism haven’t changed now that I’m older, only I would now have to walk the ten miles through the bog rather than run.

The problem with what has been labeled Christian mysticism is the problem with the modern Europeans. It is, and they are, too Oriental and too intellectual. Oriental mysticism stresses oneness with an impersonal spirit or force in which the devotee and the deity blend together into … what? Into nothingness. And the “Christian” mysticism of the European intellectuals is much too often a form of rationalism devoid of any depth or genuine mystic content. We’ve all seen the ten-point plans to sanctity and the mystic “spiritual exercises” that purport to build up our spiritual muscles like a Charles Atlas program builds up our fleshly muscles. But is living the life of the spirit as easy as solving a problem in math? Do we just lay out the factors, put them together in the right order, and come up with the correct answer to the problem of God? I don’t see anything of value in that type of mysticism, because I don’t see any divine-human connection. There is no God “who imparts to human hearts” in the intellectual mysticism of either the Oriental or the Christian rationalist schools of mystic theology. Why did our Lord and His most passionate and profound advocate, St. Paul, not leave behind a theology of mysticism or a theology of any kind? Maybe it was because they wanted us to respond to Christ’s divine charity with passionate hearts rather than contemplative minds.

In my own anti-European nation and the rest of the anti-European European nations throughout the world there is a strange phenomenon that occurs every time there is some natural or man-made disaster, like a flood, hurricane, tornado, power outage, and so on. The seemingly dead-to-life white grazers come out and work around the clock to help victims of the disaster and to put their community back on its feet. And while the white grazers, who cease to be grazers for the duration of the emergency, are working to set things right and protect the victims of the disaster, the colored tribesmen take advantage of the emergency situation and step up their rapes, murders, and pillaging. Then, when things are back to normal, the white rescue workers go back to the pasture and, at the bidding of the liberals, worship the sacred colored tribesmen who were raping, murdering, and looting during the emergency. It doesn’t make much sense, does it?

We must ask why the white grazer is so schizophrenic. Why does he act like a white man in times of crisis and then return to white-hating negro worship when the crisis is over? I think the answer lies in the subterranean depths, the mystic depths, of the European heart. Let’s put the European Everyman on the same heath where Macbeth and Banquo stood, facing the witches. Macbeth went the way of mystic rationalism: he sought to use the mystic powers of darkness for his own ends. Banquo chose the other way, the way of the Cross. Banquo saw that the cross of Christ leads upward to God just as those men on the Titanic saw, when they accepted their cross, Christ taking them from out of the ocean’s depths into the heavens where He resides with His heavenly Father.

The white grazers go about their daily lives under the spell of the liberals’ mystic rationalism because they have accepted, in their minds, the liberals’ faith. But their hearts, which are not sufficiently strong to fight the daily fight against the powers of darkness, occasionally revert to the ancient faith of their European ancestors, who choose the better part, and then they do heroic deeds. But such heroic deeds are mere lapses, just as non-heroic deeds of mystic rationalism were lapses for the antique European. The balance has shifted toward the mystic rationalism of Macbeth, and hell on earth is the consequence.

True Christian mysticism is grounded in charity. St. Paul, who spoke in tongues and had revelations from God, still said there was a “better way.” The man whose heart is connected to His heart will love his fellow men in and through Christ. There is no conflict between the Christian’s belief that Christ desires the salvation of all mankind and the antique Europeans’ racial exclusiveness. We cannot learn of God’s divine charity through mystic rationalism which concerns itself with abstractions and impersonal, cosmic oneness. We can only know the God of faith, hope, and charity at home, at our racial hearth fire, where God imparts to human hearts. Without that mystic, racial connection to God, we will not believe in a personal God above nature who desires the salvation of our race and every race. We will only believe in an impersonal, cosmic god of nature who doesn’t hear our prayers. The impersonal, cosmic nature god bids us join the universalist trash heap now, and at the hour of our deaths.

There are two Europeans. The one took the way of Odin: he stayed at his racial hearth fire and saw the living God, the God of Odin and all Europeans, on the sacred cross. By that cross the European conquered.

The second European was a satanic offshoot of the first. He turned from the cross and sought God in nature, in the mystic contemplation of nothingness. Inch by inch, a new satanic tabernacle was built in which the negro is worshipped. “We are of the negro and in the negro,” the mystic rationalists chant. “He is the beginning and the end of all our mystic strivings.” The grazers have not the will to resist the mystic rationalists, because they have lost the fire that can only come from a deep and abiding faith in the God of charity and mercy, who our European ancestors came to know and love at their racial hearths. So long as the grazers allow the liberals to keep them away from their racial homes, that other European ethos, the satanic ethos of death in life negro worship will rule the European world.

As Odin felt death approaching, he gathered his followers around him. “All my life I’ve fought against the forces of darkness for the sake of you, my kinsmen. But now I must leave you for a little while, and then I’ll return to fight with you in the final battle against Loki and the forces of evil. But I shall not lead you in the fight: He [pointing to the Crucifix above the throne of Odin] shall lead you. We belong to Him, the one true God, in Him and through Him we shall conquer. We are the Christ-bearers; remember that and all shall be well.”

The grazers have forgotten what their divine mission is, and the liberals have denounced their divine mission. The way of the mystic rationalists is not the way of the cross; they see life abundant in the blackness of Babylon, a Babylon in which the sacred negro is worshipped as the highest level of mystic contemplation. If the white grazer had any racial instincts left, he would fight the new Babylon with the same intensity that he demonstrates in his battles with natural disasters. But an intense hatred of Babylon can only come from those who love much. Men without racial homes do not have the passion to fight the daily battles that one must fight in order to defeat the forces of Babylon.

Shakespeare writes in Sonnet 116:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

If our people have played us false, if their vision of Christ, the European Christ, whose love passeth the understanding of the white intellectuals and the colored barbarians, is not true, then there is no God, and we are all doomed to perish in the great cosmic garbage heap. But death shall have no dominion; we can learn from such convertites as the first Christian Goths. They loved their people in and through Christ. When thought is sifted through the heart, it becomes more than thought, it becomes vision. They saw with blinding sight, those Christian Goths, and so shall we, when we take up the sacred European cross bequeathed to us by our ancestors, which they received from their kinsman and their Lord, Jesus Christ. As Odin told us, so long ago, “We are the Christ-bearers; remember that and all shall be well.” +

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Beyond the Swelling Flood

Dore_St_JohnAtPatmosThe prevalent philosophy of the day takes cognizance of but half of human nature—and that the worst half. Our happiness is so involved in the happiness and well-being of everything around us that a mere selfish philosophy, like political economy, is a very unsafe and delusive guide.

We employ the term Benevolence to express our outward affections, sympathies, tastes, and feelings, but it is inadequate to express our meaning; it is not the opposite of selfishness, and unselfishness would be too negative for our purpose. Philosophy has been so busy with the worst feature of human nature that it has not even found a name for this, its better feature. We must fall back on Christianity, which embraces man’s whole nature, and though not a code of philosophy, is something better; for it proposes to lead us through the trials and intricacies of life, not by the mere cool calculations of the head, but by the unerring instincts of a pure and regenerate heart. The problems of the Moral World is too vast and complex for the human mind to comprehend; yet the pure heart will, safely and quietly, feel its way through the mazes that confound the head. – George Fitzhugh


There were no lack of writers in the post-World War I era who pointed out the decline of the Christian faith among the European people. In the latter part of the 19th century and early part of the 20th century writers such as Thomas Hardy did not rejoice in the absence of the Christian God, they just wrote about what they saw – nature, and only nature, was supreme – “As flies to wanton boys” are we to the nature gods –“they use us for their sport.”

By the latter half of the 20th century the Europeans had turned Hardy’s “Christ be not risen, everything is terrible” into “There is no Christian God, but we can turn to cosmic nature and worship the negro.” So long as the Europeans stay anesthetized with sex, negro worship, and drugs, they can sustain their faith in cosmic nature and the colored gods of cosmic nature. But what of those dark nights of the soul when they are alone without their anesthetics? Does the sacred negro hear our prayers? Can he heal the sick or raise the dead? There is no escaping the wisdom of our ancestors: “We who are about to die demand a miracle.” And cosmic nature cannot provide one.

The post-World War II conservatives saw the decline of Christianity and lamented it, while the liberals rejoiced in it because they could now take center stage and lead the way, under the banner of science and the sacred negroes, to the brave new world. The “conservatives” could not stop the liberals’ march to utopia because they could only summon up an intellectual support for a fusion of Christianity and Greek philosophy but not a faith in the Christ of the European hearth fire. Christianity was a metaphysical philosophy to the conservatives and as such it lacked the power to inspire or save. So long as the poetic of Christianity, which is supplied by Christ the savior not Christ the end product of a syllogism, is left out of Christianity the liberals’ religion of cosmic nature will rule the European roost and the negroization of Europe will continue unabated.

I once read a book, intended as a critique of modern science, in which the author likened modern scientists to men who, after climbing up the mountain of truth, a mountain they thought had never been climbed before, found that the theologians had been sitting there for centuries. I see a different scenario. I see a group of theologians, Protestant and Catholic, sitting at the base of the mountain arguing over whose system is the best system for getting to the top of the mountain. And I see an ancient European mountaineer on the top of the mountain, trying to get the theologians to forget their philosophies and start up the mountain. But the voice of the European mountaineer cannot be heard over the din of the theological speculators. And in the meantime the men of science, the cosmic naturalists, have blocked all access to the mountain so that only the theologians who do not care one whit about reaching the top of the mountain are left with access to it.
The theologians answered Blake’s question, “Can wisdom be put in a silver rod and love in a golden bowl?” with a resounding ‘yes.’ We Europeans must answer ‘no.’ Wisdom comes only from a heart that has learned to love the Savior in and through the people of his racial hearth fire. The European hearth fire is the cornerstone of the Church of Christ.
A tepid, universalist Christianity will always end up being absorbed by liberalism because a purely speculative faith is without substance. A pagan worshipping Odin was closer to Christ than a theologian professing to believe in a system which includes Christ, because the Odin believer had some sense of the humanity of God and the importance of pietas, while the universalist theologian has no sense of pietas and is consequently a man devoid of faith. If the same intense love of kith and kin exemplified by the followers of Odin could be felt by the followers of Christ, we would then have a faith that could sweep the world. But wait. The Europeans did once have such a faith, and it did sweep the world. European Christianity is Alfred, it is Tell, and all things connected to our racial hearth; it is not speculative theology, it “beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.”

If you’ve ever tried to teach your child to swim or ride a bike or some other equivalent activity you know that the child will not learn unless he has a certain trust in you, his parent. He must believe that if he does what you say, not only will he not be hurt, but he will also learn to swim, to ride the bike, etc. But if the child does not trust his parents, if he decides his way is better, not only will he not learn the particular skill, he will most likely hurt himself. The modern European church men are like the child who wants to go his own way. Unlike the mad-dog liberals, they haven’t completely abandoned the Christian God, but they have lost faith in the channels of grace that God provided for them, which makes them more subtle, more devious heretics than the mad-dog liberals. Like the Grand Inquisitor in Dostoyevsky’s novel The Brothers Karamazov, the New Age Christians have told Christ to stay in the background while they reorder the world according to their more scientific, more humane formula of life.

In the new and better man-made Christ-less Christianity, we do not learn to love God in our hearts through the mysterious human relationships formed at our racial hearth fire. Oh no! That is a racist and antiquated way to know God. Now the European Christian finds God through a cleaner, purer, universalist love for all mankind. But why does the modern Christian’s universal love for mankind get translated into a hatred for his own kind and a love for the sacred negro? Perhaps the new, purer Christianity is not so new or pure after all. Perhaps it is the same old faith Satan recommended in the Garden of Eden, “Ye shall be as gods.”

I read an article recently in a conservative journal in which the author insisted that we did not live in an atheistic age, that modern man was more interested in religion than ever before. In proof of this, the author pointed out the new interest in angels, in extraterrestrial life, in apparitions of the Blessed Mother, in the end times, etc. But is an increased interest in signs and wonders a sign of increased faith or is it a sign of diminished faith? I think it is the latter. We have left our racial hearth fire where charity and love connect us to the living God and gone out to find signs of God in a universalist wasteland of false prophets and substitute gods. What greater assurance do we have that Christ is the one true God who will sustain us in life and death than the assurance given us by Christ Himself through the divine-human link forged in our familial and racial homes? The disembodied mind seeking signs and wonders cannot enkindle the wisdom of our hearts. Only a personal God, a God with a local habitation and a name, can enkindle the love that passeth the understanding of the intellect. If we stay in our European homes, loving and hating with all our hearts, He will come and abide with us.

My concern is not with the liberals and the colored barbarians – they have chosen whom they will serve. Their hatred for the European will remain to the end of time. It is the conservatives that concern me. They profess to love the European heritage yet they have no concern for the European people, except as part of generic mankind. What they appear to love much is the human mind, especially their own. This was brought home to me recently while listening to a recording of Handel’s Messiah. I’m sure Handel was an educated man who could have sat down with any of the conservative thinkers of our day and traded theories about God. But Handel didn’t go that route. He went the way of the poet, and he chose the vision over the syllogism. The modern conservatives have not chosen the better part. The true European is the son of Mary, not Martha. In The Messiah one thing is crystal clear: Christ and Christ alone is our salvation. Through Isaiah, Job, the Psalms, the letters of St. Paul, the Gospels, and finally the Book of Revelation, Handel focuses on the Christ passages of the Bible. It’s ironic that the modern ‘end of the world’ heretics who worship the state of Israel miss the true meaning of the Book of Revelation that Handel reveals so clearly: John, the apostle who laid his head on Christ’s sacred heart at the last supper, tells us that we are not to fuse Christ with Judaism, paganism, or any other –ism. He and He alone is our salvation.

Worthy is the lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing. And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing and honour and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.

It is not the mission of the European to speculate as the pagan philosophers did. Our minds are as great as the pagans, our reason “haply more,” but if we follow in the path of Handel who is like unto us in vision, we will stay with the truth that we know to be true in our hearts. The heart can see and comprehend more than analytic reason. The white man needs to break free from his philosophical shackles in order to pursue and then defend his vision of a world created and sustained by Christ’s divine charity.

In my undergraduate days at school I was over-saturated with the writings of the “great” thinkers, ancient and modern. But the great thinkers were of very little value to me because when they spoke of some power greater than man, they spoke of phantoms and divine forces; they did not speak of God as a personal God who would abide with His people in life and death. So it was like a heavenly visitation when I read of Tom Brown’s struggles in Thomas Hughes’ book Tom Brown at Oxford, a sequel to Tom Brown’s School Days, to leave the philosophical speculators behind:

The result of Hardy’s management was that Tom made a clean breast of it, telling everything, down to his night at the ragged school; and what an effect his chance opening of the Apology had had on him. Here for the first time Hardy came in with his usual dry, keen voice, “You needn’t have gone so far back as Plato for that lesson.”

“I don’t understand,” said Tom.

“Well, there’s something about an indwelling spirit which guideth every man in St. Paul, isn’t there?”

“Yes, a great deal,” Tom answered, after a pause; “but it isn’t the same thing.”

“Why not the same thing?”

“Oh, surely, you must feel it. It would be almost blasphemy in us now to talk as St. Paul talked. It is much easier to face the notion, or the fact, of a demon or spirit such as Socrates felt to be in him, than to face what St. Paul seems to be meaning.”

“Yes, much easier. The only question is whether we will be heathens or not.”

“How do you mean?” said Tom.

“Why, a spirit was speaking to Socrates, and guiding him. He obeyed the guidance, but knew not whence it came. A spirit is striving with us too, and trying to guide us—we feel that just as much as he did. Do we know what spirit it is? Whence it comes? Will we obey it? If we can’t name it—know no more of it than he knew about his demon, of course, we are in no better position than he—in fact, heathens.”

Why shouldn’t we be able to name it? We can’t if we remove Christ from our European hearth fires and make Him a camp counselor in the Universal Camp of the Colored Peoples of the World, excluding white people. But if we give God a local habitation in the hearts of our people and call on Him by name, we will dream dreams and see visions of “a land of pure delight where saints immortal reign.” Men with such a vision do not quail in the face of colored barbarians or indulge in philosophical speculation while their people are murdered. They fight against the principalities and powers of this world in the name of Him who has conquered the world. +

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From Out of the Depths

Dore_St_Paul_ShipwreckedHow must we feel, if the pride and flower of the English Nobility and Gentry, who might escape the pestilential clime, and the devouring sword, should, if taken prisoners, be delivered over as rebel subjects, to be condemned as rebels, as traitors, as the vilest of all criminals, by tribunals formed of Maroon negro slaves, covered over with the blood of their masters, who were made free and organized into judges, for their robberies and murders? – Letters on a Regicide Peace by Edmund Burke

Burke took great pains to point out to his countrymen that the French Revolution was something radically different from a mere palace revolution in which one sovereign, whether justly or unjustly, was replaced by another sovereign. The French Revolution, Burke insisted, was a new religious faith intended to supplant Christianity. The ‘people’ were the incarnate savior, who, by throwing off the chains of Christianity, rose from the dead Christian faith and became the people of the new, earthly Jerusalem.

No doubt the French Jacobins and their English supporters thought they would be part of the new, utopian Jerusalem, but the French Revolution in Haiti represented the French Revolution in its purest form. No whites can enter the kingdom of Heaven on Earth: they all must die.

If we look on the post-Haitian French Revolution era in Europe as the gradual implementation of a new religious faith (with some unsuccessful counter-revolutionary movements such as the Southern counter-revolution of the 1860s), we will not look to the democratic process, rational debate, or the churches to save the European people from extinction. We won’t look to such processes and organizations because they are part of the liberals’ extermination program: “It is democratic, it is rational, and it is Christian to eliminate the white man.” It does no good to tell the liberals that exterminating the white race is not democratic, rational, or Christian; they have a new religion which makes them immune to all the humane instincts that used to stir Christian hearts. Some older liberals, such as Pope John XXIII, used to express regret at the murder of their own people while, at the same time, forgiving and glorifying the murderous black savages, but the modern liberals no longer even express regret that whites are being exterminated, because they have, in their heart of hearts, killed the Son of God and replaced Him with the negro.

Undergirding the Jacobins’ and all their descendants’ faith is the belief that we are not children of God, creatures endowed with His divine imprint, but are instead glorified children of nature, more intelligent than the animals but like unto them. Once that spiritual Rubicon has been crossed, then everything is permitted: we are all subject to the laws of the liberals’ abstract nature religion. But the white man will never be welcome in the new religion because in the past he was Christian. Try as he might the white man cannot escape that stigma.

“If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.” This beggar wishes that all whites who still care about the white race would stop trying to analyze their way out of the hellish cauldron of diversity they have been thrown into. Instead, let them out-passion the liberals and the colored barbarians. No amount of analysis of the “statistical data pertaining to race” or “the sociological problems of racial autonomy and solidarity” will help the white man survive; statistical analysis of the white man’s dilemma will lead to despair, because statistically the white man is dead. He cannot fight a sustained war against the techno-barbarians and colored barbarians armed with statistics that tell him he has no chance. Unless – unless he holds the statistics in his hand, glances up and down the columns till he has absorbed the contents, and then rips up the statistics and commits the pieces to the fire. What does a white man need with statistics? A passionate heart filled with that charity of honor, an honor that is non-existent in the liberal technocrats and the colored barbarians, will lead to the defeat of the technocratic liberals and the colored tribesmen.  The effect that Christ had on Europe is incalculable in statistical terms. And the effect that just one man with a vision of the European Christ burning in His heart can still have on other Europeans is also incalculable. That great wonders occur to the people who have seen a great light is not apparent to the material eye, but it is wonderfully apparent to the inner, non-material eye. Behold! The beggars who kept the vision of the European Christ in their hearts, riding on chariots of fire.

Staring at the liberals’ world, even if it is to learn about the enemy, can have a Medusa-like effect on the starer. He becomes mesmerized by the worldly power and might of the liberal technocrats and either becomes like unto them in trying to emulate them by obtaining some of their technocratic power and might or else he becomes a petrified stone, unable to move against a demon-power that seems invincible. The vision is our source of strength. We need only glance at the leviathan to ascertain where its heart is and return to the vision which keeps our heart burning with the desire to plunge our swords into the heart of the liberal leviathan.

I think, as old men are wont to do, that I repeat myself with this next cautionary tale, but it is apropos and deserves repeating. As an undergraduate in the cauldron of filth called a university, I went to a professor who was also a Roman Catholic priest to talk about things Christian. I sought out this particular professor because I had read a book of his in the campus library. The book was a very orthodox, fundamental, non-denominational defense of the Christian faith, written twenty years prior to my reading it. When I met with the professor, I was disappointed. I found him decidedly to the left of the opinions expressed in his book, and when I came back to see him eight or nine years later, he was not just a little to the left, he was a mad-dog liberal. What had happened? I think the priest, who taught a course on the Gospels, had spent too much time studying the Gospels through the material eyes of the “objective” secularists and not enough time reading the Gospels as the inspired word of God. I’ll always remember that in our first meeting the troubled priest said the most difficult thing about living a life of faith was that there are so few signs. That was not my main concern at the time, but over the years I’ve come to sympathize more and more with the old priest’s lament: “There are so few signs.” I suppose I’m more a part of our evil and adulterous civilization than I should be. Living in a world where even the church men tell you that your vision of the European Christ is worse than wrong, it is blasphemous, tends to wear you down and make you want to see a sign from God that you are right and your statistically-superior enemies are wrong. But it is the vision that is the sign, and if the vision of Christ who presides over the European hearth fire is what stirs your blood then you must stay with that vision against all the world. And it is the mysticism of charity that confirms the truth of the vision. Where, but in the heart of the European people, do we see the face of Jesus Christ? Yesterday, today, and tomorrow: that vision is our sign from God.

The devil seldom comes at us head-on: he attacks us with feints and subterfuges much like the way he took over Uncle Silas’s heart in the novel by J. S. LeFanu: “The devil approached the citadel of his heart by stealth, with many zigzags and parallels.” If the devil alters our vision so that we take the material world as a world separate from the spiritual world, it is but a short step from there to the belief that “the material world is superior to the spiritual world,” and from there to the assertion that “there is only the material world.”

The modern Europeans have succumbed to the satanically inspired vision of nature as a force independent of God. It’s true that the church men generally place God somewhere within nature, subject to the rules of nature, but when our natural bodies fail us we need a God above nature to sustain our spiritual bodies. It’s difficult to believe in the resurrection from the dead when your preachers have been slavishly worshipping nature and nature’s god, the negro.

I once gave a lecture in which, as an aside, I mentioned the non-materialistic culture of the pre-Civil War South. After the talk a rather angry man challenged me on my “outrageous” assertion. After painstakingly explaining that I was not denigrating every single Northerner (I was one myself) nor placing a halo on every single Southerner, I stood by my initial assertion by referencing the commandment, “Honor thy Father and thy Mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.” The South was old, non-utopian Europe, respecting their ancestors and their ancestors’ faith. And yes, part of that faith was a belief in the segregation of the races. How could it not be? A Christian people cannot worship nature and nature’s God.

The practical materialist will point out that the Jacobin North defeated the Christian South just as the French Jacobins defeated the Christian Royalists. And it was the same throughout all of Europe. The forces of Jacobinism triumphed in every state of Europe, and now Jacobinism with its attendant negro worship is the institutionalized religion of Liberaldom. Why fight such a powerful materialist leviathan with the failed weapons of the spirit that our counter-revolutionary ancestors fought with? We fight with such weapons – reverence for our God and love of our racial hearth fire – because those are the weapons God wants us to use. All of life is a battle, and so long as we use the weapons of the spirit to fight the battle, we have triumphed. The paths of glory, the material triumphs of the Jacobins, lead but to the grave in Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” but the triumph of a people who refuse to fight materialism with materialism ends in the resurrection of the dead. The South did not lose the Civil War until the 1950s when they became one with the utopian North by surrendering to cosmic nature and the god of cosmic nature. Likewise South Africa in 1994, and all of Europe in the latter half of the 20th century. When Europeans once again believe that the race, the one that counts, does not go to the swiftest, and the battle, the one that counts, does not go to the strongest, they will be men again, and they will be united to Him again and to all of their honored dead who live in an eternal Europe sustained by His love. +

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The Last Enemy

Dore_The_New_JerusalemOh, Death, king of terrors! The body quakes and the spirit faints before thee. It is vain, with hands clasped over our eyes, to scream our reclamation; the horrible image will not be excluded. We have just the word spoken eighteen hundred years ago, and our trembling faith. And through the broken vault the gleam of the Star of Bethlehem. – Uncle Silas by J. S. LeFanu

It used to be the socialist-left that opposed free trade and massive immigration because it hurt the proletariat. Now the socialist-left has joined the capitalist-left – I refuse to call the capitalists right-wing – in support of immigration and free trade. And they do this despite the fact that NAFTA and other such free trade and pro-immigration policies have been decided failures. We were told, for instance, that NAFTA would reduce illegal immigration and help the native born workers because the new “stimulated” economy would create jobs for Mexicans in Mexico and Americans in America. That was not how things turned out, of course. Illegal immigration increased, and more Americans lost their jobs. Only corporate America benefited from the cheap, illegal labor. So why, if immigration and free trade are bad for the proletariat, whom the left claims they support, is the left not condemning immigration and free trade? The answer comes to us in Orwell’s Animal Farm. The leftist pig who is running things proclaims: “All animals are equal but some are more equal than others.” It’s all about race. The white, blue collar workers are no longer part of the proletariat because they are not “the people.” I recently heard a ‘60s Marxist lamenting that the left no longer supports the white working class but only supports the Hispanics and black working class. That ‘60s radical was one in a thousand: he was actually trying to be a consistent Marxist. But he really didn’t understand the religious nature of utopian liberalism. When nature replaces God, then only the noble savages, the colored people, are considered to be human.

The idea of the white proletariat had its day in Jacobin France and communist Russia, but ultimately the spiritual dynamic of liberalism has turned the liberal toward negro worship. Igor Shafarevich, the Russian dissident of the ‘60s and ‘70s, saw the Western liberals’ movement toward negro worship: “Hope for the future has been transferred to the peoples of the developing countries, to disaffected national minorities, for example, the blacks in the U.S.A.…” But will whites become the people again when they are the minority? Were the South African whites considered “the people”? Of course not. Whites can never be the people, because the white race is tainted with the stain of the new original sin: they once believed that Christ was the Son of God.

The liberals are entrenched against the white race, and they will always side with their colored brethren against the white man because of the white man’s Christian past, which they hate. But there is another breed of white-hating white whose betrayal of white people has prevented any European counterattack against the liberals and the colored hordes. They are the conservatives in church and state, who claim to respect the Europeans’ past but who maintain that the Europeans’ cultural heritage can be preserved and transmitted by other races. Such conservatives are more dangerous than the liberals who openly despise the antique Europeans, because they destroy the mystical body of the church from within much like the man who says he is pro-family but thinks children can be raised by multiple fathers and mothers destroys the family unit.

The propositional theologians of the Protestant and Catholic camps tell us that you can take their intellectual recipe for Christianity and transmit it to the colored races. Then — Presto Change-o! – we have an exact replica of European Christianity, only the people in the pews are colored people. Such theologians come from the ‘race has nothing to do with Western culture’ school of thought, but if race had nothing to do with Christian Europe, then why didn’t the red Indians, the black Africans, the yellow Asians, and the brown Mexicans develop Christian cultures? And why, now that the whites have become negro worshippers rather than the Christ bearers, have the colored races not picked up the Christian mantle? Why is Islam and Voodoo triumphant in Africa; the old time religions of sexual perversion, cruelty, and Fu Manchu-ism triumphant in Asia; and the blood faith of the Aztecs reappearing in Mexico? Why is it necessary to state the obvious? Race matters. The Europeans must reestablish their blood relationship with Jesus Christ, or the European people will be consumed by the colored hordes, who will not preserve the true faith – quite the contrary, they will have a religion of Satan.

My father is currently on his death bed in one of those modern monstrosities called a hospital. The tortures of the damned in Dante’s Inferno pale in contrast to the tortures inflicted on the poor souls in modern hospitals. Run by nameless bureaucrats who have only a financial, statistical interest in generic humanity and staffed by hard-hearted Asians at the higher levels and savage blacks at the lower levels, our hospitals are monuments to the inhumanity of man to man that the liberals told us would pass away once the Christian white man passed away. (1) But if the Christian white man passes away, our vision of Christ will pass away, and in the face of that “king of terrors” called death what do we have to comfort us but the vision of Christ bequeathed to us by the European people? Our trembling faith in the blessed Savior does not come to us from the brain of one theologian or from a host of theologians. Our faith comes to us from the heart of our people who attached themselves to His sacred heart.

At my father’s deathbed, I felt an incredible desire to anesthetize myself from existence – to divorce myself from humanity, because my humanity was giving me pain, the pain of watching my father die slowly by inches and the pain of knowing that this too was my promised end. Only His words of the life eternal and the witness of His people that He was truly the Suffering Servant who redeemed the world gave me the trembling, shaky faith to stay within the confines of humanity and continue to “see life feelingly.”

We are all on that sad height that Dylan Thomas wrote of so eloquently and feelingly. That depth of feeling, a spiritual horror at the extinction of a human personality, is the lasting, irreplaceable legacy of the antique Europeans to all mankind. From that deep, deep European longing for the “touch of a vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is still” we derive our faith in Christ. We are all, we Europeans, part Ivan Karamazov, rejecting God because of suffering and death, but are we not also part Alyosha Karamazov, loving the Man of Sorrows and placing our hope in Him? We Europeans once chose that better part represented by Alyosha Karamazov, and we must go back to that Faith, the one, true, life-sustaining faith, and leave the propositional Christianity of the theologians and the barbaric heathen faiths of the colored tribesmen in hell where they belong.

I think the liberals’ incredible, intense, Shylockian hatred of the white man and their reverence for the colored barbarians stems from the fact that the white Christian Europeans did not provide their people with an anesthetic to help them deal with the fact that all mortal men must suffer and die. The Asians were able to distance themselves from humanity with Confucianism and amuse themselves with their cults of cruelty while the black and brown tribesmen found oblivion in sex and blood. The antique Europeans, the white Christian warriors of the spirit, disdained spirit-deadening opiate creeds and faiths. Armed only with their vision of Christ Crucified, Christ Risen, they looked the great Gorgon Death in the face and saw that death was swallowed up in victory through Christ. Without that vision, the white man is a pathetic caricature of a human being, slavishly worshipping the colored races and trying to lap up the blood from their heathen altars in the hopes that those nightmares about pain, suffering, and death will cease. But the nightmares won’t stop – they will just get worse – and the liberals will step up their attack on white people and intensify their slavish adoration of the black race in a desperate effort to end the nightmares.

We do not have to passively submit to our own extermination. The liberals’ nightmare, life without the opiates of the colored races, is not our nightmare. Our nightmare is a world devoid of the faith, hope, and charity that existed in Christian Europe. Such is the nightmarish world we live in, but those of us who carry the vision of another world in our hearts must fight for it. The vision of Christ, our only hope in this world and the next, comes to us through the people of our racial hearth fire. We must abide there and fight there if we are to prevail against the pestilence of liberal despair and colored barbarism.

As the darkness deepens, Lord, with us abide. +
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(1) My father lives urban, so he caught the brunt of our brave new world. Cold-hearted bureaucrats make up the hospital rules that dictate illegal aliens get treatment while old white men who paid for the illegals’ medical care are left to languish alone in emergency waiting rooms. If you do get a room, you will be treated by Asian doctors and black aides. Is this the promised end? The masters of cruelty presiding over a staff of black barbarians?

If you live in a rural white area, you might have better luck than my father, but can there be any doubt the hospital my father went to is the utopian model of the future? Not only have the liberals failed to alleviate the physical pain that goes along with sickness and death, they have also succeeded in undermining man’s hope that his suffering and death will be redeemed by Christ. Sentry, are you there? The liberals say, “No, He is not there, but you can leave all your money to the N.A.A.C.P. to insure that diversity will continue.” And the clergy tell us, “He may or may not be there, but you can leave all your money to some Christian organization that supports diversity.” What a comfort! The old European way to die is still the only way to die:

Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening into the house and gate of Heaven, to enter into that great gate and dwell in that house, where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light, no noise nor silence but one equal music, no fears nor hopes but one equal possession, no ends or beginning but one equal eternity, in the habitation of thy Majesty and thy glory, world without end. Amen.

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The European Vision

Dore_Apparition-of-St-George-on-the-Mount-of-OlivesAnd so they sailed for Tintagel…

–CWNY

There is a little side door in Senator McCain’s office that leads down a secret passageway to another door. Sometimes when the devil’s janitors forget to oil the hinges on the other door you can hear it creaking. It has been creaking a lot lately because McCain has been going back and forth, on a daily basis, from his office to hell and from hell to his office. He steps up his visits to his master every time there is a chance to plunge the United States of Liberaldom into another senseless war-to-make-the-world-safe-for-democracy. The devil gives McCain his orders and he, in turn, instructs the dogs of war, the Fox News staff and the neo-cons, that a bloodbath is necessary. Why is it necessary? We haven’t even finished with our senseless and bloody wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, so why must we rush to get involved in a senseless war in the Ukraine?

McCain wants to involve America in a World War because he worships Satan. But he can’t tell the Fox News reporters and the neo-cons that the real reason why we must go to war is because Satan wants us to (well, maybe he could tell the neo-cons his real reason). McCain must dissemble if he is to get the full support of the mini-skirted bimbos and the lobotomized newscasters of the Fox News Team. So McCain advocates war under the banner of universalism: “We are all Ukrainians now.” Such universalist war-mongering began with the French Jacobins’ bloody plea for liberty, equality, and fraternity, and it has been the motivating force behind the bloodiest wars in the history of mankind. Which should give us pause to think about the validity of the universalists’ view of existence. But it never does give us pause, so let us pause for a moment and look at the universalist imperative.

The church men of every denomination, before the age of complete apostasy, spent a lot of time and energy condemning the sexual sins. No doubt they thought that the sins of the flesh were very great temptations and their people needed to be constantly reminded of the seriousness of the sins of the flesh. And those clergymen were not all wrong: the sins of the flesh are serious and we mortals are very susceptible to them. But those same church men, who made the avoidance of the sins of the flesh their main focus, suffered from the Zoilus syndrome. Zoilus was a 4th century B.C. critic of Homer whose name was forever linked to men who couldn’t see the whole because they mistook a part of the whole for the whole. The whole that the theologians missed was the sin of pride. Why, since pride was the original sin from which the other deadly sins derived, was there not a greater focus on the sin of theological speculation, the prideful determination to put God in a silver speculator’s rod? I think the answer to that lies in the identity of the theological speculators. The vast majority of the theological speculators were clergymen. A Bonaventure might condemn the theological speculations of a Thomist, and a Thomist might condemn the theological speculations of a Calvinist, but no clergyman would condemn theological speculation in and of itself. The deepest, most damning sins are the ones we don’t know we are committing because we are too enamored of them to see them as sins. As great as the sins of the flesh are, they do not hold a candle to man’s original sin, the prideful desire to reduce God’s world to a system that can fit into the confines of the human mind. And of course every prideful speculator claims it is his mind and his mind alone that contains God.

All the modern talk about separation of church and state is nonsense. People form governments based on their vision of God. When God became the end product of the propositional speculations of the European philosophers and theologians, the governments of Europe became speculative, propositional governments. France led the way and the rest of the nations followed suit. If reason is supreme, as the great scholastic told us, then why shouldn’t we make the great whore Reason our god? France will be France again, England will be England again, and the United Liberal States of America will cease to fight wars in the name of democracy when the European people cease to see God as the end product of a syllogism and once again see Him as the God of their ascending race. A man’s attachment to his race is the key because without pietas, the love of one’s own, there can be no true faith. The love of God and the love our people are woven together. If we make God a universalist abstraction then our people will become universalist abstractions. They will not be the people of our racial hearth fire; they will be the pure and noble people of color whom the liberals, by virtue of their superior reason, have found to be the true gods of the earth.

I grew up, as we all did, hearing about the bad old days when people believed in Hero-Kings, Hero Clan Chieftains, and so on. The cultures that were hero-based were supposed to be bad because they were not universalist. And not being universalist meant that such cultures were not as humane as our modern cultures. But can the modern propaganda stand up to reality? When we look at the old hero cultures of Europe we often feel as Tennyson’s Merlin felt:

Then fell on Merlin a great melancholy;
He walk’d with dreams and darkness, and he found
A doom that ever poised itself to fall,
An ever-moaning battle in the mist,
World-war of dying flesh against the life,
Death in all life and lying in all love,
The meanest having power upon the highest,
And the high purpose broken by the worm.

But such melancholy feelings are natural to all deep and earnest souls who have hearts that live and care about their own people. Is it better to take anti-depressants and spout universalist platitudes about humanity while ignoring the ever-moaning battle in the mist that constitutes the life of those people who are nearest and dearest to us? The old Europe of heroes, kings, and clans had the one saving grace that modern Europe lacks. The people of old Europe were not universalist automatons. Their wars, which were mere skirmishes compared to the modern democratic wars, were fought, for good or evil, with passion. And when they sinned they knew that they sinned, they did not invent a syllogism that changed sin into virtue. The old Europeans made the same choice that Odysseus made when the goddess Calypso offered him death-in-life immortality: he refuses it in order to live out his brief span of years as a man. They were genuine human beings, those men and women of old Europe, and as such they were superior in every way to the universalist, cardboard people of modern Europe.

Burke was ousted from his party because he refused to go along with the English Jacobins’ plan to democratize England. The Monarch must have equal or greater power than the aristocratic and democratic tiers of government, Burke insisted, because it is the Monarch who brings that personal, heroic element into the government. There were many bad kings, but even the worst of them tried to protect their people from alien invaders. And when the King himself became an alien presence? Then a William Tell or a Robin Hood rose up from the heart of the people and became the Hero-Kings in exile. It wasn’t a perfect system – in fact, it wasn’t a system at all. That was the beauty of old Europe. Hearts attuned to their people, and to the God of their people, responded to the call of the blood. It was unscientific and messy, the call of the blood, but it was the way of the Europeans when Europe was still Europe, and it was a better way than the way of science and universalism.

In the 20th century the folk heroes of the European people were studied rather than emulated. This will not do. We need heroes, not men in lab coats. A man must believe that he has a place by the hearth fire of a particular race of people if he is going to become a hero of his race. The great heroes never thought of themselves as particularly brave or heroic. They didn’t think of themselves at all. They loved much, so they fought for their people. When the Europeans stop studying their own people as if they were lab specimens and become one in spirit and in blood with Alfred, Tell, and Robin Hood, the colored plague will disappear from the European nations. But solidarity with our honored dead cannot be feigned for utilitarian purposes. We must truly believe as they believed and love our people as they loved their people, who are our people as well.

The whole pantheon of conservative thinkers in the 20th century went wrong because they sought to fight the liberals’ universalism with a universalism of their own. Communism vs. capitalism, industrialism vs. socialism, etc. No! One man with a sacred vow to the fight for his people because he has the same charitable instincts that inspired our Savior to shed His blood for His people, is the spiritual lever that will set the European counter-revolution in motion.(1) Odin left his mark on his followers and so did our Lord. We are of Him, in and through our people. Negroes prowl about the European world looking for white victims to torture and murder, while our non-heroic, universalist governments look for newer and better ways to destroy white people and elevate the colored people. The hero who loves much is the European’s answer to Satanic liberalism.

In 2007 I saw and wrote my vision of Europe regained. I believe in that vision more than ever in 2014. All that we know of God we know in and through our people. Within the ever-moaning battle in the mists is His divine love. And men with that charity of honor will respond to His divine love. All that is necessary is that we follow, in spirit and in truth, the heroes of our race who believed that charity prevaileth over the mind-forged speculations of the lukewarm purveyors of an abstract, bloodless faith in a syllogism.

And it seems there is always some Christian clergyman who can be seen, torch in hand, running around setting fire to every European virtue. Look! There goes ‘chivalry’ up in flames. And over there I see ‘love of kin’ going up in flames. And now I see Father Spirit-of-the-Times setting fire to ‘charity’ while the whore called Ms. Modern Times looks on and applauds.

And then from the shadows steps an old man, with the eyes of a prophet.

“Think about what you do this day. As Judas betrayed Christ, so do you betray Him when you burn all the fruits of His glorious life and death.”

But the crazed clergyman does not heed the old man, and in fact it appears he sees but does not hear him. The applause of the whore is all he hears. So the fire rages and eventually envelops the clergyman and the whore. Before the flames completely engulf them we can see them embracing each other, still enjoying the sight of the old European virtues in flames, but not realizing that they embrace for the last time.

In the morning the old man with the prophetic eyes walks through the rubble and ashes. He weeps. In the distance he sees, through his tears, a tall figure walking toward him. The figure is hooded and wearing the garb of some ancient religious order. He walks right up to the old man.

“Why do you weep?”

“Because I once ruled this very kingdom, or at least one like it. We were one race, one faith, and our swords and our hearts served Him. But we were defeated from within. My own queen and my most trusted knight betrayed me. That was long ago. But I returned, hoping to stop the destruction of this kingdom and these people. But it was too late and they did not heed me. And so I weep, for I have seen it all turn to ashes a second time.”

“But you mustn’t weep, my king.”

“You know me?”

“Yes, I know you. You are Arthur Pendragon. And I have come to tell you that you shall be a king once more. Across the sea, in your own Tintagel, there is a small band of Europeans. They are eating roots and berries and have no knowledge of the true faith. But they are Europeans and they need you. They have that special fire in their hearts. They long to serve a true king, a king who can tell them about the King of Kings, a king who will show them why a sword is shaped like a cross. You must go to those people and be a king once more.”

And then a strange thing happened. The old man was an old man no more. He was young again. He was Arthur in his prime.

The monkish stranger walks with Arthur to the shore where a ship waits for him. The ship is manned by an angelic crew. Arthur turns to the stranger.

“I think I know your voice, but I dare not believe what I hope. Are you not my own true knight, the bravest of the brave and the purest of the pure? Are you not Sir Galahad?”

The stranger steps out of his monkish attire revealing a knight in light armour.

“Yes, my king, I am Sir Galahad. And together we will build a nation of one race, one faith, one king, and one Lord.”

And so they sailed for Tintagel, to build a new Europe, which was a very old Europe, and to worship a new God, who was a very old God. +

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(1)    The older, provincial, racist Europe is held, by the liberals, to be inferior to the modern, universalist, negro-worshipping Europe. Why? Because, we are told, the Europeans fought bloody and mostly senseless wars. But the wars of the universalists were and are infinitely more bloody than the wars of the antique Europeans, and they are always senseless, because they are always fought for inhuman, universalist principles.

Our existence here on earth will always be an “ever-moaning battle in the mists.” What matters is who or what emerges from those mists of battle. Our people, the antique Europeans, saw the Man of Sorrows in the mists of battle, the God of love and mercy who redeemed the world. What do the liberals see? They see only darkness, the darkness of Africa, which is the sign and symbol of Satan. The battle for our race is the battle to keep the vision of our ancient people alive – the sign of the Cross, the spirit above the dust.

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