“I thought that house had been destroyed,” said Edmund.
“So it was,” said the Faun. “But you are now looking at the England within England, the real England just as this is the real Narnia. And in that inner England no good thing is destroyed.”
–The Last Battle by C. S. Lewis
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
In her book Familiar London, Rose Barton quotes Samuel Johnson: “’He who is tired of London is tired of existence.’” She goes on to say why she agrees with Johnson: “I never leave London without a pang. I never come back to it without realizing afresh its beauty and its turmoil and its rush. I love the Town.”
I understand Rose Barton’s sentiments completely, because I share them. In fact, I feel that way about all of Europe: I love her. It’s not a question of which do I love more – my family or Europe. I love my family in and through Europe; I can’t separate the two loves. A nation, like a man, has a soul. Millions upon millions of individual men and women lived and died in that nation and left their spiritual mark, for good or ill, upon their nation. At the mystical core of Europe, after thousands of years of turmoil and strife, is Jesus Christ, true God and true man. That is why I can’t separate my love of Europe from the love of my family. We cannot live outside His love. If our nation has Christ at its mystical center, and all European nations do have Christ at their mystical core, we cannot leave our nation, because all that we love – our God and our kith and kin – are there.
Europeans do not feel any great desire to defend themselves against the Muslim and colored hordes, because they no longer love the mystical core of their nation. They don’t see their people and their God as one incorporate union. With every word they utter, our churchmen proclaim their opposition to European pietas. The churchmen hate Christ. Let us never lose sight of that fact. As Burke said of the French Jacobins, so it is with the modern churchmen. They can’t strike out at God directly, so they seek to destroy His image in man. This is why Muslims, negroes, Chinamen, etc., are all welcome in the European nations, but white people are not welcome. He is at the mystical core of the European people, and He is hated by the European liberals in church and state.
The land mass called Europe is nothing more than a land mass without the white race. When I first walked through a fog on a London street, I was excited because it was a London fog, not because I loved fog in and of itself. It was the same when I traveled through the Scottish Highlands. The scenery was quite beautiful, but that was not what made the trek akin to a pilgrimage for me. It was because of Walter Scott, the great Christian poet, that I saw Scotland as sacred ground. The same type of scenery in a heathen nation would have no effect on me. How could it be otherwise? Our race is part and parcel of our soul. When we place our racial imprint on a land mass, we infuse our spirit into that land mass, and it becomes a nation. For centuries the nations of Europe were Christian, “agreeing in the fundamental parts, varying a little in the ceremonies and in the subordinate doctrines,” but Christian at their mystical core. And they were Christian because the European people took Christ into their hearts; they were not Christian nations because of any religious system. Just as we must grasp the fact that Jacob Marley was really dead before anything wonderful can come from A Christmas Carol, so must we grasp the fact that to systematize God is to kill Him, before we can step away from the systems and find the Christ of old Europe. Caiaphas would not acknowledge the living God because he had already created a pagan system that excluded God. So he ordered the death of the living God. All subsequent religious systematizers have imitated Caiaphas and ordered the death of the living God so that their religious system could survive and flourish. Faith does not reside in the organized churches, it resides in the Christian folk, who are, as Fitzhugh maintained, the only truly infallible source of the Christian revelation. It is less systematic and much messier to rely on human hearts infused with the love of His divinely human heart, but what choice do we have? The systems have failed; isn’t it time that we reject the satanically inspired Grand Inquisitors who told us the truth in honest trifles, while lying to us in deepest consequence about the one great thing?
The invasion of Europe and her European satellites is proceeding at an ever-increasing and deadly rate at present, because of the so-called sanctuary movement of the Muslims from Syria to the various European nations. This current invasion of Europe was made possible by the fact that the European people have lost contact with their mystical core. Their great cathedrals, their art museums, and their monuments are no longer symbols of a living history. They are lifeless relics of a people that once lived in the hand of the living God. Without their mystical core, the Europeans had already surrendered, long before the actual invasion, to the Muslims and the colored savages. A Shakespearean theater in Britain only has value to Christian Europeans. Why should modern, Christ-hating Europeans care if Muslims destroy that theater and replace it with a mosque? They don’t care; in fact, the liberal Stentors seem to delight in the destruction of everything that reminds them of Christian Europe. “Let all that we inherited from our Christian ancestors dissolve and be replaced by Babylon,” is the great desire of the Christ-hating elite of the European world.
Against the European liberals and the Babylonian hordes stand the Europeans who still cling to the mystical core of their people, for “there reigns love and all love’s loving parts.” We should fight for every inch of Christian Europe. We should fight until every last Muslim and colored savage has been driven from Europe. But even if the liberals and the Babylonians take over the land mass that we once called Europe they still will not have conquered sacred Europe. That Europe is a spiritual entity that will always exist so long as two or three Europeans are gathered together in His name. It is vital that we hold on to that essential truth of existence – there is a spirit above the pagan dust of this world. If we stay at the mystical center of Europe, we will know the name of that spirit and we will champion His cause against all the world. I always liken the Christian Europeans’ plight in the modern world to that of Alexander Smollet’s plight when he and a few followers are surrounded by superior numbers of pirates on a tropical island far away from their native England:
Now you’ll hear me. If you’ll come up one by one, unarmed, I’ll engage to clap you all in irons and take you home to a fair trial in England. If you won’t, my name is Alexander Smollett, I’ve flown my sovereign’s colours, and I’ll see you all to Davey Jones.
We no longer have a Christian nation to which we can take prisoners, should we take any prisoners in this war against principalities and powers. In point of fact, should we return with Babylonian prisoners we would be locked up and executed for the sin of racism, because Europe has become the defender of Babylon. But Alexander Smollett is still our exemplar. It is his spirit of uncompromising defiance against the forces of Babylon that we must maintain. Smollett has the wise blood of a European. He cares nothing for numbers when he fights for Christian Europe, because he knows he does not stand alone, he stands with the God who is at the mystical center of Europe. There is no dichotomy between the child in the manger and the Alpha and the Omega. He is the same man. He is the hero that appears in thousands of European story books, who steps forth when all seems lost, to comfort the mourner and to fight for that charity of honor. The hero is the child in the manger, and He is the Alpha and Omega – He is our Lord and our kinsman, Jesus Christ.
For many years I avoided reading the book of Revelation, because its devotees seemed to be deranged and something apart from traditional Christianity. But when it came time to home school my children, I wanted to acquaint them with the entire Bible, which included the book of Revelation. I found such comfort in that magnificent story book! It’s not a book which tells us of the day and the hour, nor is it a mystical puzzle book. It is His story book, the greatest of the European story books, that tells how a seemingly dumb peasant boy conquers every evil of the world armed only with a heart on fire with divine charity. This is what sustains the European – His story of divine charity:
Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name.”
The Babylonian hordes will invade the European nations, but that will not change the mystical core of Europe. That core consists of those Europeans who know that His name is Jesus, the morning star of Europe, the star that will still shine over Europe when Babylon is dust. +