Jasper was to have been tracked remorselessly to his death by the man whom he supposed he had slain. Risen from his grave, Drood was to have driven Jasper to his tomb, there to seek for the dreaded evidence of his guilt: but to find there instead, alive and implacable, the man whom he had doomed to a sudden and terrible death, and in whose dust he had come to seek for the dreaded evidence of his guilt.
– Richard A. Proctor, Watched by the Dead: A Loving Study of Dickens Half-Told Tale
Let me begin with C. S. Lewis’s description in The Last Battle of the effects that the preaching of a false Christianity has on the belief in the one true God:
Tirian had never dreamed that one of the results of an Ape’s setting up a false Aslan would be to stop people from believing in the real one. He had felt quite sure that the Dwarfs would rally to his side the moment he showed them how they had been deceived. And then next night he would have led them to Stable Hill and shown Puzzle to all the creatures and everyone would have turned against the Ape and, perhaps after a scuffle with the Calormenes, the whole thing would have been over. But now, it seemed, he could count on nothing. How many other Narnians might turn the same way as the Dwarfs?
The organized Christian churches set before us a process which was called Christianity, but that process was put in motion by a demonic intellect far greater than the theologians. In the Roman Catholic Church, the Christian Everyman was told he could only obtain access to God through a complicated system of checkpoints and interrogations. At each checkpoint, the religious devotee is examined to determine if he has truly emptied his heart of all passions so that his brain is ready to receive the faith from the men of reason. But what if the living God does not choose to enter human minds? What if He chooses to come to mankind through the human heart? The laity yearn for intimacy with Christ; that is why there are litanies to His Sacred Heart. But the laity also have an intense fear of intimacy with the living God, which is why they permit the clergy to rationalize the mystery of His Sacred Heart. “We give you a rationalized Christ and you check your passions for intimacy with the living God, and for intimacy with your kith and kin at the door of the church.”
The Protestant theologians repeated the Roman Catholic theologians’ process. They made the Bible a mere rubber stamp for their theology, rather than the living testimony of the Son of God. In point of fact, the Protestant churches that were founded on “Biblical principles” have united to deny that the Word became enfleshed in the hearts of men. For what is the denial of the European hearth fire but a denial that His word can be made flesh?
The race war is a war of faith. The church men claim they have abandoned the Christ of the European hearth fire in order to give us a new and better Christ, a Christ shorn of the racist trappings of old Europe. But is there a better Christ than Rembrandt’s Christ? Did the European people get it right? Was Christ, the Son of the living God, at the heart of their culture? If He was, then it is to that church, which consists of hearts united to His heart through their kith and kin, we must look to for salvation.
I made a determination in my early twenties that I lived in Satandom. When you make such a determination early in life, the economic problem always looms large. In order to make a living, you must go among them. How do you make a living without becoming ‘of them’? God will judge how well I managed the balancing act, but even now, in my old age, I have to be careful that I do not go among them too often, lest I become of them. The problem is not with the hardcore or mad-dog liberals, whom I avoid, to coin an old phrase, like the plague. The problem I have, in maintaining my guard against the powers of hell, is with the European enablers of the mad-dog liberals: the neo-pagans and the Judaized Christians of organized Christianity. The people in those camps retain some of the old Christian European virtues but mix those virtues with something hideously liberal. I am drawn to the old virtues and revolted by the liberalism.
Let’s start with the neo-pagans. No man is an island; we all need communion with our fellow men. But if it is not communion, if we are not one at heart, is it not better to remain alone? I recently viewed a video by someone who brilliantly dissected the insane white-hating policies of the mad-dog liberals and exposed those policies as the policies of sick, demented individuals. My heart soared – here was a kindred spirit. But then the speaker concluded with an apologia for the blood faith of the pagan Europeans. “Oh, what a falling off was here.” I try to be understanding – “Isn’t this the effects of the constant blasphemous preaching of organized Christian Jewry? Haven’t they given us an image of the false Aslan?” Yes, they have, but still, hasn’t He planted a desire for truth, a desire to know the living God, in our hearts? The sheer moral beauty of old Europe and her people has been buried by the modern Europeans, but isn’t it still there for the noble souls who seek that beauty? It is a fatal blindness, the blindness of intellectual pride, which keeps the neo-pagan from embracing the antique Europeans and their God. One thinks of St. Paul’s statement about the Athenian philosophers, “To the Greeks foolishness.” When your disgust with the mad-dog liberals stems from your disgust with their thought processes and not their rejection of Christ, you are only in love with your own mind, not your own people. Such a love will not conquer the mad-dog liberals.
The ‘Christians’ of organized Jewry are the other side of the neo-pagan/Christian Jewry coin. The neo-pagans see the European fairy tale as foolishness while the Christian-Jews see the European fairy tale as a stumbling block. They don’t believe that the European Christ, the Christ of the Gospels and St. Paul, was the Son of the living God; that Christ was racist, Islamophobic, sexist, and an anti-Semite. So they give us a new Christ, a Christ who can be blended with liberalism. Such Christians might break with the mad-dog liberals on the subject of Islam, but they will stay in the fold because of negro worship. They do not believe the Word was made flesh in old Europe. But if He wasn’t made flesh in the hearts of the antique Europeans, then is it really possible to know Him? If their testimony is wrong, then who is right? Is it to church councils and Bible experts we should look or is it to the people who loved much?
What unites the neo-pagan and the Christian-Jew? They are united in their rejection of the human heart as an organ of sight. They both cling to their intellects as protection against Lear’s wheel of fire. But our reason will not save us from the wheel of fire. In fact it is our reason, divorced from our heart, that will place us on the wheel of fire. Our Lord enjoined us to enter into the romance of the Cross, forsaking the philosophical systems of the Greeks and the theological systems of the Jews. “So be it,” said the antique Europeans. “We will follow the poetic of the Star of Bethlehem even it that star leads us to the Cross.” How can we refuse to see the moral beauty of those people and their God?
The devil has drawn the neo-pagans and the Christian-Jews into his world in order to envelop them in his reptilian coils of abstract reason, which is what he excels at. And they, the neo-pagans and the Christian-Jews, are not great reasoners even though they consider themselves to be godlike in their reason. Their world is a world we dare not enter, lest we be enveloped in Satan’s coils. Is this the promised end?
There is one, and only one, option for the European people. They must reject Satan’s world, the world of science and the dialectic, and return to Christ’s Europe, the Europe of Walter Scott, Handel, Rembrandt, and the people who loved much. But they can’t return without a human conduit; someone from old Europe must draw them back. I call upon the remnant band to enter Satan’s world, not in the spirit of compromise, not with the intention of dialoging with the devil and his minions, but sword in hand, determined to conquer in the name of the Christ of old Europe. But you must believe in that Christ and His world before you enter therein. If you waver in your faith, you will be devoured by the devil.
In 1887 Richard A. Proctor wrote a book called Watched by the Dead: A Loving Study of Dickens Half-Told Tale. It is indeed a loving study, the only type of study that should be written about authors who gave us their heart’s blood. In the book, Proctor tells us how he thinks Dickens intended to finish his unfinished novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood. I agree with Proctor’s vision of the completed novel, but that is not what I want to focus on. I want to pick up on a point Proctor makes about Dickens. He points out that in most of Dickens’ novels there is a character, seemingly dead, as is the case in Edwin Drood and in Our Mutual Friend, who is not really dead; or there is a character, such as Wilkins Micawber in David Copperfield, seemingly on the periphery of society and of no consequence. But before these novels end, the seemingly dead characters and/or the seemingly inconsequential characters step out of the shadows and defeat the evil antagonists. Proctor is mainly concerned about the novels of Dickens, but he also points out that the same process is in effect in the novels of Walter Scott. As a lifelong devotee of both authors, I can attest to the truth of Proctor’s observation. I would add that the same thing he observes in the works of Scott and Dickens is present in Shakespeare’s plays. Edgar, thought to be dead, turns the tables on his evil brother Edmund, and the inconsequential, simple-minded Dogberry defeats the evil machinations of Don John the bastard and his henchman, Borachio: “What your wisdoms could not discover, those shallow fools have brought to light…”
Now, let me go into territory where Proctor does not go. I think all great European poets – and Shakespeare, Scott, and Dickens are three of the greatest – weave the Gospel of Christ into the fabric of their stories. They do not do this in a rational, planned, didactic manner, they do it because the Christ story has entered their hearts. When they write from the heart, His story comes alive before the eyes of our heart. So let me repeat, all great European poets depict Christ interacting with His people, the Europeans. Christ is the inconsequential character, thought to be dead, thought to be a simpleton, who enters human history and defeats the enemy of mankind, the archangel Satan. St. John tells us even before he knew the Scripture that Christ must rise again from the dead, that “he saw and believed.” Why did he see and believe? Because he, the apostle whom Christ loved, laid his head on Christ’s sacred heart at the last supper. And so did they, our people, lay their heads upon His Sacred Heart. They saw and believed, and so shall we, if we follow their way, and not the way of the prophets of reason, science, and Christian Jewry. We who are about to die demand a miracle. We cannot exorcise the demons of liberalism from Europe unless we go within. The liberals have a local habitation and a name. They inhabit modern Europe and their name is legion. We must look to our God, who also has a local habitation and a name. He lives in hearts of flesh and His name is Jesus. The European people will only survive as a people if they love Him in and through the forgotten and condemned white people of old Europe. +