1. The Viking in accordance with ancient prophecy descended upon my exceedingly humble abode the week before last, bearing filth, madness, a huge Biblical beard, and modern Catholicism in equal measure. Luckily i had virtually no work that week so could entertain his delusions of modernity and get focken wasted on gin and whisky, by Harry. And so, here is my account of this horrific week:

2. The Viking appears in clouds of depravity. We watch Murdoch Murdoch videos (now Shoahed) and drink and smoke. We watch two episodes of the 80s classic Robin of Sherwood (Viking strokes his manly beard and mutters obscenities), Excalibur (Viking sniggers like a 10-year-old girl throughout), Seven Psychopaths (Viking strokes his manly beard and mutters obscenities) and Bram Stoker’s Dracula (Viking strokes his manly beard and stares in horror). As an autistic fundamentalist Calvinist Chemist, his criteria for a good film are: ROBOTS, ROBOTS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, ROBOTS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, ROBOTS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, ROBOTS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, FASCISM, ROBOTS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, OEDIPAL, ROBOTS, BIG TITS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, ROBOTS, ROBOTS. ROBOTS, ROBOTS, ROBOTS, you get the picture. He is basically a robot with a robot’s brain and a fascist 2-year-old’s soul – he has a Zen-like retard clarity though unfortunately one has to tell him things like “don’t set yourself on fire”.

3. His derision of Excalibur stirred me to thought. John Boorman was both sensitive to, and able to re-articulate, the central matter of the Arthurian myth, which is also the English tale. An odd thing – those who seem most sensitive to this greatest of English myths tend to be either rad-trad fascists or colonials or exiles; it is as if the white English are in some way blocked, as if a miasma lies over England itself; i note that Survive the Jive (from Berkshire) now lives in Sweden, and Millennial Woes is originally Scottish, and Theodore Dalrymple lives in France; only Roger Scruton manages to exist in England, and he lives on a farm where he can drink wine and smoke in peace with his horses. My ex-Muslim Pakistani schoolfriend Shrekh is more sensitive to Arthurian myth than the Viking – that expresses well the dispossession of the white English, for while Shrekh recognised the power of the myth and the film, the Viking spent most of the entire 2 hours giggling and snickering – and, indeed, precisely at the most sacred moments, for example Parsifal’s rebirth in the river

and his second ascension to the Grail Castle – throughout this scene, the Viking was rocking back and forth tugging his beard and cackling with deranged, childish hilarity, gasping occasionally “doh ho ho ho ho! ha hah hah! Arthur needs you! haha hah haha! look, he has a big beard! doh ho ho ho ho! look, he is like really sad and stuff!!! doh ho ho ho ho! He is like in a river and stuff! Doh ho ho ho ho! Thrashing about in the water! Doh ho hoh! Look, this weird old guy is in a chair! Doh ho ho ho hoh! Funny music! Doh ho ho ho hoh!” i was reminded of a newspaper article i read of English chav teenagers who were forced to watch Schindler’s List, presumably in an attempt to educate them about human suffering, but they sat there giggling and throwing popcorn about – there are people who would simply snicker and chortle if they saw the worst sufferings imaginable, and if faced with their own originating impulse would laugh and mock.

4. Later i reflected that the worst of the European countries, in terms of degeneracy, migrant invasion, and cultural alienation, are England and Sweden. England is i think the only nation with a strong and complex national myth; Sweden a Viking nation now fallen into effeminate degeneracy. Sweden has its own aetiology, to do with two centuries of peace and being a nation of homosexuals. England, however, is exceptional – i can think of no other nation with such a powerful, rich myth, reaching from the Dark Ages (Arthur) through to Dunkirk. This mythic life reflects a real spiritual force in the land and what the people once were; and this is why England, more than any other nation (save, perhaps, Sweden) has been systematically targeted for cultural annihilation: replacement of the native population with incompatible invaders, and violent tearing-up of the mythic roots.

Derision, mockery, is the common response to the sacred, among the deracinated, the dispossessed, the demonic. The triumph of evil is to have so corrupted the white English that, faced with the supreme exemplar of their own myth, they snicker and giggle uncontrollably like little girls. They do not even denounce their ancestry; they see it as so ridiculous as to merit only mockery. How, then, could they be loyal to the gods of their long fathers? How could such folk be other than modern?

From Albion Awakening

The final element is the land itself, the ‘pleasant pastures’, ‘mountains green’, and ‘clouded hills’ Blake evoked so powerfully in Jerusalem. There is a conspicuous absence in the UK, I think, of anything that might be called ‘British Christianity.’ None of the denominations, as far as I can see, seem interested in the powerhouse of mythic lore that animates our island and gives it such imaginative resonance and archetypal depth. There is no attempt to link the faith with the land and the aboriginal understanding that the land in itself (as Blake knew) is sacred and holy – qualitative not quantitative – hallowed ground, not a random collection of rivers, mountains and fields.

i have made it my life’s work to remedy the Viking’s debased nature, to purge him of Adam’s stain, to reform him with alcohol and tobacco and whores – with, so far, mixed results.

5. As part of my quest to redeem this fallen son of Odin, i dragged him to a rad trad Catholic Mass, mine & his first. i was afeared he would run around the church kicking the occult implements over and roaring with laughter: “Doh ho hoh! That stupid funny man in those like robes and stuff is on the floor!!! Doh ho hoh! He has like spilt all that wine and stuff! Doh ho hoh! Everyone is like pointing at me and shouting stuff!!! Doh ho hoh, my cock is out! Doh ho hoh, I am jizzing on the congregation! Doh ho hoh, I am drinking the wine and like conjuring up Cthulhu and CS Lewis and stuff!!! Doh ho hoh!!!”

However, to my surprise he comported himself with restraint. He didn’t disrobe, smear himself with mashed potato or jeer or (my greatest) fear leap over to the altar and start drinking the wine and scoffing the wafers with a gloating: “Doh ho hoh! Now I am God and you must worship me! Bring me mashed potato! Bring me gay manga! Bring me the daughters of Eve!”

It was the first effective Christian operative ceremony i have attended. There were about a dozen attendees, including a Matrix-clad priest in the pew in front of us, who looked highly fascistic and noble and unlikely to partake of manga; the rest were mostly quite young. There was an atmosphere of concentrated purpose, unlike any other so-called Christian ceremony i have witnessed.

For the most part the priest faced away from us, mumbling inaudibly at the altar, with occasional snatches of Latin, and only defiled himself in modern vice once, by turning and reading to us in German. The separation, far from alienating the congregation, instead created a vacuum in which the sacred could come into physical existence. The divine is not directly present within the world; it would destroy the world were it to directly be; thus, the reticence and secrecy of the old Mass allows for a fuller invocation than the profane modern way where the priest faces the congregation, speaking a vulgar tongue, prances and plays the bongos while the congregation sing Coldplay, baring their effeminate bodies for the orgy, the gay manga, and the melted cheese.

The more religions seek worldliness, the weaker their understanding of the gods. The Allfather created this world but he is only covertly present, as it were under a nom de guerre: Gangleri, Grimnir, Draugadróttinn, Alföðr, Christ, etc. He is hooded. The modern Christian displays seek to mock the Almighty, to say, “he is just like us! he listens to U2 and plays the banjo! Don’t think of God as some unapproachable old man on a cloud, think of him as Dave or Tony!” Naturally, this appeals to the modern man, who lacks the taste for mystery and would think mystery is merely bamboozlement and chicanery because as the Viking would put it: “Everything should be like clear and logical like in Chemistry, because like anything else is like difficult to understand and stuff.”

The Almighty is masked, hence any mystery can awaken a sense of the divine as creator of our world, as apart from our world. If god were present in our world, as a mountain or a cathedral or a tree, we would not know uncertainty and evil: we would go to god and see. If god were wholly absent and uninvolved in our world, we would not have even these momentary apprehensions; and our world would have already collapsed into non-being.

The nature of tradition is thus: it can began as apparently arbitrary gesticulation and pompery, but over time that which is incidental or wrongheaded is pared away, and that which is however covertly valid becomes central.

i had no particular expectations, save a fear that the Viking would run around laughing and knocking the chalices and swords and pentagrams and bells over. His restraint and decorum was itself remarkable – for those unfortunate enough not to have met the Viking, imagine a hyperactive 2-year-old child in the body of a 7 foot-tall robot, with almost no self-control. That he did not start running around smashing things and singing U2 was, for me, proof that something remarkable was occurring, apart from my subjective sense of the moment.

Of course i am not a “Christian”, though Odin is a hypostasis of the Christian God. However, i felt something come into being – not so much between the priest and the altar, as in the entire church; a reverberation out of silence.

6. After the Mass we went out and to the gay quarter for a drink. We ended up in a bar full of Aryan QT, hipsters, and anarchist stickers like “the whole of Giesing hates the police” and nonsense of this sort. i had a Brandy Alexander and complimented a young pregnant blonde, “white children – good work!” and she laughed. About forty minutes after the Mass ended i felt a peculiar quietness come over me, so looking over the Viking’s shoulder at this hideous “anti-racist” t-shirt i was able to retain my Buddha-like composure and aura of exceeding peaceableness.

7. The next day we went into Munich to get focken wasted and fight Antifa but we found ourself in the midst of a gorillion faggots, it being some kind of gay pride orgy. “We are in occupied territory,” i advised the Viking as we forced our way through thousands of leather-clad homosexuals and 400 lb blue-hair feminists, “We must keep a low profile and avoid overly fascistic statements.”

It was horrible.

However, i did see two smoking hot lesbos French kissing and stopped to watch, was indeed tempted to say “you take requests?” and throw them some of my hard-earned McLingua coin. Marching through this nest of degeneracy i fantasized to the Viking: “now more than ever the Muslim would be welcome, to blow himself up and kill us all, ridding the Earth of all this palaver, indeed while i would normally be the first to whip out my Uzi pen and tackle the Muslim i might now just stand and contemplate the matter as he screams Allahu Akhbar! and detonates in the name of Love and Tolerance. We should find a gay bar and when the Muslim whips out the AK and starts shooting we can hide under the table and whisper “go on, do it!” and then reach out and steal cocktails from the tables of the dead. ” The Viking merely stroked his beard and said, “Hmm.”

We ended up at an old student’s restaurant where i had a great Negroni, the Viking a beer, and we breathed the air of heterosexuality and normalcy while he drew obscenities:

This was the result:

The Viking was in fine form and drew this depiction of me coolly discussing the modern world:

My student came out and we chatted for a while, then he insisted the drinks were on the house. Given how focken broke i am, this was a Great Victory; i’d calculated how much we could drink based on my wallet, and the Viking’s almost equally meagre coin, and so we were enabled to continue our sojourn in the pit of vice that was Munich on this Gay Day, drinking and cursing modernity. The Viking stroked his beard and commented: “Now we are ahead of the curve.”

i almost forgave his degeneracy, and we returned to my miserable cramped den to watch more films and smoke and discuss the Race War. While the Viking has not yet been converted to the old gods, i have hope, and as a mark thereof as he was cooking for us i carefully and lovingly selected two of the prostitute business cards Toddball brought back from his wedding in Las Vegas, and slipped them into the Viking’s laptop bag, hoping he would accidentally pull them out while visiting his fiancee’s family, and end up derelict and desperate, homeless and despised by all, and ready for the Truth.

1. i need to rewrite bits & pieces of my nauseating Bildungsroman and so have started reading novels to recover the mindset, after a few years of fascist non-fiction; i just finished Lermontov’s superb A Hero of Our Times and skimmed through my Kindle’s huge library for the next, musing that 20 years ago i wished i could have already read everything, and felt alarmed to reflect that i didn’t know e.g. Thomas Dekker or Flaubert; i now gloatingly gaze upon all the allegedly great books i haven’t read; i am now grateful that i hadn’t read A Tale of Two Cities (my favourite Dickens) until this year.

2. i decided to read Ford Madox Ford’s The Good Soldier, and am enjoying it so far although i recoiled from this passage:

For all good soldiers are sentimentalists – all good soldiers of that type. Their profession, for one thing, is full of the big words, courage, loyalty, honour, constancy. And I have given a wrong impression of Edward Ashburnham if I have made you think that literally never in the course of our nine years of intimacy did he discuss what he would have called “the graver things.” Even before his final outburst to me, at times, very late at night, say, he has blurted out something that gave an insight into the sentimental view of the cosmos that was his. He would say how much the society of a good woman could do towards redeeming you, and he would say that constancy was the finest of the virtues. He said it very stiffly, of course, but still as if the statement admitted of no doubt.

Perhaps the narrator’s idea of a “good soldier” differs from mine but i am for example now teaching a Bundeswehr class, half admin people, half mountain infantry and airborne and one in (i guess) KSK, and just to give an idea, i had them doing a chain-spelling game (each student has to provide a word beginning with the last letter of the previous, e.g. doG, golF, finisH, hoteL) and among the usual vocab they managed to produce: tank, kill, LAW, widow, war, rape, erectile dysfunction, Nazi, idiotic, clown, nigger, racist, thief, faggot. i returned from one of my many tea breaks to find two mountain infantrists playing a youtube video of some guy with Tourette’s shouting and screaming, and i thereafter started referring to one of the students as “Tourette’s”, much to the mirth of the others. They are excellent chaps but like most professional soldiers their humour is basically akin to mine (murder, rape, genocide) and they are more interested in practical details (e.g. differences between French and German parachutes) than in grand words and ideas. i haven’t had a single bad Bundeswehr class or student; the only one who reads (a cold-eyed sardonic killer) remarked that their humour was “special” and i said “well, it’s more or less my humour; i went to an all-boy school where a boy was raped by another boy and we all thought it was funny and jeered at him because nobody liked him anyway.” i later reflected that especially in the military, this kind of humour helps to desensitize one to the inevitable dark side of reality and human nature.

The student i dubbed Tourette’s drew various map symbols on the board for the admin students, explaining how you indicate medium-range, long-range, mortar fire units, etc., and then drew a symbol of a kind of inverted u with two as it were antlers pointing upper left and upper right, and said cheerily “this means rape”. And i: “That’s useful, so the high command can look at the map and say, Engage the enemy with mortar fire; now send in a platoon of rapists.”

Throughout this, two highly hot Bundeswehr babes were sitting there looking mildly amused; i guess they had heard all this talk a gorillion times already.

3. i share this class with an Amercan blowhard called Frank, who is doing an English Lit PhD at the university here and teaches a few hours for money he doesn’t need. His wife is a Gymnasium teacher and makes more money than he or i could ever make; they have two blonde kids and i awoke her ire by commenting seriously “you’re saving the white race, good work” at the McLingua Christmas party. The year before, Frank and i got in a fight when he tried to stop me going home after midnight and i was a bit drunk so naturally we ended up rolling about on the carpet trying to kill each other until my boss intervened. Frank is smart – a Democrat of course like all my American colleagues, but not dumb like most of them, he actually knows something about politics beyond “Trump is like going to gas all the Jews, dude”. He suffers however an unfortunate combination of being almost wholly financially dependent on his wife, and being a belligerent know-it-all. The former makes him a mangina sponger who is openly proud to have bought nothing for himself or others in the last decade; and the latter is displeasing unto elberry.

The Bundeswehr group despise him. i heard him teaching them the Past Progressive (he left the door open in the heat) and it was both simplistic and overly theoretical, and of course delivered in his usual blowhard manner. One of the two hot babes is a bit dim and so the others often explain things to her in German – i allow this, Frank stormed over and told the helpful student “hey, you, yeah you, you don’t take your car to the mechanic then grab the wrench out of his hand and say, I know this better than you, so shut up and let me do my job”.

For all of Frank’s macho American routine he doesn’t understand that the Bundeswehr will naturally cover for their weaker members, and naturally assist their comrades. For him, this is merely an opportunity to pull his Californian cock out and swing it about in their faces.

i give him a pass because he despises Lit Theory and is, in literature, a traditionalist.

4. In The Good Soldier:

No, we never did go back anywhere. Not to Heidelberg, not to Hamelin, not to Verona, not to Mont Majour – not so much as to Carcassonne itself. We talked of it, of course, but I guess Florence got all she wanted out of one look at a place. She had the seeing eye.

I haven’t, unfortunately, so that the world is full of places to which I want to return – towns with the blinding white sun upon them; stone pines against the blue of the sky; corners of gables, all carved and painted with stags and scarlet flowers and crowstepped gables with the little saint at the top; and grey and pink palazzi and walled towns a mile or so back from the sea, on the Mediterranean, between Leghorn and Naples. Not one of them did we see more than once, so that the whole world for me is like spots of colour in an immense canvas. Perhaps if it weren’t so I should have something to catch hold of now.

i’m not sure one can extract the essence from a place, person, or book in one go; but i understand i think the narrator’s sense of having nothing “to catch hold of” (and the very beauty of his fragmentary impression suggests he was the one with the “seeing eye”, and that his wife – who felt once was enough – was in fact oblivious). Harold Bloom somewhere said the mark of a good book is, Can it be re-read? It seems impossible to do more than take a sketch from any first contact; one must assimilate that experience, be altered; and then return. And i think this holds good for most: for people, for books, for music, for films, for places. Frank, like most of my colleagues, strikes me as a man to make a judgement and stick to it, “as if the statement admitted of no doubt”; hence his finger-stabbing manner, his fashionable politics, the icy reception he seems to arouse in his students. Oddly enough, Frank touts himself as a grammar expert but the students told me they understood virtually nothing of his long-winded explanations and mine were easier to grasp; in fact, i don’t really give explanations as such, i find it better to provide examples till they have a general idea, and then conclude with an “explanation” to synthesise it all, e.g. we had a break and as i was about to go for tea the hot girls asked me about the Past Progressive: the cold-eyed killer was eating a banana and a huge mountain infantrist returned to the room, so gesturing grandly i said: “Cold-Eyes is eating the banana, this takes 2 minutes – relatively long; the Mountain comes into the room, naked and smeared with Schnitzel, that takes 2 seconds – relatively short; Cold-Eyes sees the naked Mountain and chokes on his banana and dies (i then mimicked choking to death while pointing at the Mountain in horror), you tell your officer: Cold-Eyes WAS EATING a banana when the naked Mountain CAME into the room. Now Cold-Eyes is dead” and this made sense. After the break i gave more examples before trying to  “explain” – and behold, they understood.

5. Having taught now for nearly 8 years, and being perpetually focken broke, i realise the occasional look of sudden comprehension in a student’s eyes is enough to keep me at an essentially minimum wage job, i mean apart from my inability to do anything else because i’m stupid and old. i like teaching English because i’m not really teaching; i merely guide the students to a closer sense of the language, the language not being my possession or secret – they can read English books or watch English films without me. Frank, as befits his California know-it-all manner, i think sees teaching as the imparting of secret knowledge to the uninitiated. i merely accelerate a process of comprehension; a process my students could undergo alone and unaided. i wish them to have a discerning ear and seeing eye, and so i do not impart information, but rather induce a way of perception.

Oddly, while “teaching” i became aware of Cold-Eyes’ cold eyes upon me; he is the only reader in the group, and wants to do a Psychology degree when he leaves the Bundeswehr. He sees, and i note that there is something unusual in his manner of observation, a kind of immediate focus on a person’s centre of being and degree of falsity or truth. As i was teaching, a blackbird suddenly flew onto the windowsill and looked about the room for a few seconds – it was odd indeed, as birds typically attend me when i am walking in a mental silence (the “internal dialogue” switched off) but here i was about my dirty intellectual business. i made my accustomed runic sign to the bird, which quickly glanced at the students – half of whom (facing the window) were silent and attentive – and then it flew away.

 

1. As the situation in Europe spirals out of control, the elites resort to progressively more authoritarian measures to suppress the native population. Thus, they will turn a blind eye to gang rape, assault, theft, murder committed by the invaders, while persecuting men like Tommy Robinson or Count Dankula.

At present, the elites are keen on censorship. i am unsure if censorship really works against the Right; my own move to traditionalism began in 2004, when i moved to Leeds and was subject to overweening chavvery on a daily basis; it became clear to me that there was a spiritual malaise at work, and that giving these people even more money or preferential access to universities wouldn’t help. i read no blogs or newspapers or magazines at that point, didn’t watch TV, so censorship would have made absolutely no difference.

My growing sense of the spiritual malaise was at best given shape by Theodore Dalrymple and Roger Scruton, who i discovered in 2007. Even if they’d been shoahed i would have naturally entered my full fascist estate, it just would have taken a bit longer (and neither Dalrymple or Scruton are of the black-clad legion).

i think it is so with many on the Right; their attitudes develop primarily from their experience of, and reflection on, daily phenomena, e.g the malevolence of chavs, modern architecture and modern politicians, the spectacle of a Muslim-occupied town like Blackburn or Birmingham.

2. As Vox Day puts it, SJWs always project. The Left are mostly opportunists and conformists, and because they need to read the Guardian and Salon and watch CNN and The Young Turks to know what to think, they assume this is so for everyone; if Trump did as they had frenziedly predicted, and censored the whole media in his favour, they would sit on their artisan sofas, drinking their artisan mineral water and staring vacantly at The Big Bang Theory, having no idea what to think, what is presently the correct opinion. They would in fact starve to death and be eaten by their cats.

3. i once thought the Leftists would immediately switch loyalties if the Right became fashionable and authoritative; but i think the Right will always be inhospitable terrain for the blue-haired 400-pounders and the cat ladies and shrieking degenerates. The Left has a vision of a totalitarian regime ruling over a cowed, deracinated populace, and of course each Leftist dreams of becoming a grinning bureaucrat in such a regime, wielding despotic power in the name of Humanity and Love and Peace and Islam. It is a vision of simultaneous tyranny and collective self-abnegation; of dominance exercised by those who can always shirk responsibility for their deeds. They will have the Gulag and the secret police and everyone will be an informer; but it will all be for the greater glory of Humanity. And, after all, who wouldn’t like to arrest, torture, and execute anyone he pleases, and then feel he is a warrior for social justice and equality and, frankly, deserves a pat on the back and a nice medal and a Starbucks voucher.

4. Socialism, including the Nazi variety, appeals to the weak and the vengeful. The former know they cannot stand on their own feet, and so want to be supported by the State; the latter want power to destroy others, and the self-righteous thrill of believing themselves to be on the side of Humanity and Love and Peace and Islam.

5. The Germanic peoples are natural conformists, uneasy without ubiquitous regulation and a gigantic State. Most of my students blindly believe what they read in Der Spiegel or the Süddeutsche Zeitung, and the phrase “mainstream media” or “corporate media” is, for the Hun, a glowing commendation. A few months ago i had a blonde MILF student, a lawyer in her 40s, and we chatted about the invasion. She said she had been very enthusiastic about welcoming the “refugees” in 2015, but her husband (ex-Bundeswehr) took one look at the pictures of military-age young men from Iraq and Africa and told her it would end badly for everyone. She refused to believe him, for a while.

When i taught her she’d come to accept that virtually all the invaders are economic migrants who hate Europe and will be unable to do any work here. She was a very nice woman, and so i was a bit startled when she launched into a rant against Turks – she said that when Erdogan won his constitutional referendum the Turks in Munich were driving up and down honking their horns, flying the Turkish flag and cheering. “If they want a dictator they should go back to Turkey,” she said, “They should not be in Germany.”

i was struck by her vehemence, and while of course i agree, and would go further and summarily deport all non-Europeans regardless of their behaviour, her anger was very much at odds with her pleasant, upper-middle-class demeanour and nature. i was also curious to note that she still thinks Angela Merkel is doing a great job and that the invasion isn’t Angie’s fault, it’s the fault of Eastern Europe for not taking six gorillion military-age Third World men to rape their women and transform their cities into Mogadishu.

When the Germans realise that their State doesn’t care about them one bit, that Merkel, the CDU, CSU, SPD, not to mention the Greens and die Linke, want to replace the white Europeans with Somalians and Iraqis; and when the Germans realise their media are corrupt and mendacious, i foresee many instances of such hard, abrupt anger, and then as i am sitting on my balcony drinking gin and smoking and reading Ernst Jünger the Hun will come to me, and say, Elberry, we need a glorious Führer to lead us to conquest against our enemies; and i will say, Okay but i need a gin allowance; and they will say, But you will be the Führer so you can just command gin to be brought to you; and i will say, What kind of gin?; and they will say, Whatever you like; and i will say, Interessant. Sehr interessant.

1. i am often struck by the stupidity, incompetence, and gutless simpering of Western politicians. In a country the size of the UK (65 million) those closest to power are people like Tony Blair, David Cameron, Theresa May, Jeremy Corbyn, and Diane Abbot. Putting aside their dream of Great Britain (especially England) as a police state with a Sunni mosque on every corner, they all seem extraordinarily ignorant and dim. i’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer myself but by god i could shank me some prisonyard greasers and so one must wonder, Why are most politicians so bad?

In part i think power has shifted from those nominally in charge to those who run the background processes – the so-called Deep State, which by now includes the corporate media; and so the average journalist or Intelligent officer or public sector bureaucrat is probably more intelligent and informed than e.g. a Theresa May or Tony Blair – though probably more consumed by the governing evil.

2. As an institution is corrupted, the good people leave or are broken. The corrupt rise to the top and hire their spiritual kind, and the process accelerates until the place becomes a direct inversion of its original model. i saw this most clearly at university, and i was lucky enough to go to one of the overlooked niches of traditionalism, where the weak corrupting elements merely enraged & prepared me for the broader evil at work in the West.

3. The early European Christians built their churches on sacred pagan sites, i guess in order to both destroy a place of forbidden worship, and to hopefully siphon off adherents. However, there is something oddly plastic & adaptive about Christianity, perhaps because of its strange birth as some kind of Jewish mystery cult influenced by Greek thought. There is also the fact that Christ and the evangelists were obviously intelligent, and St John a literary/philosophical genius; and then St Paul a differently talented thinker and writer. The concentration of genius in a small area, among a small group, in the turbulent mix of Jewish Messianic/mystical thought (which, especially under Roman occupation, was naturally symbolic, allusive, cryptic) and Greek philosophy makes Christianity a naturally rather bizarre, tentacular and morphic religion, rather like Cthulhu. i am most struck by the ironies of Christ; he seems to regard human beings with a kind of affection, occasional anger, and an overwhelming ironic distance; thus:

Jesus saith unto her, Go, call thy husband, and come hither.

The woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said, I have no husband: for thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.

The woman saith unto him, Sir, I perceive that thou art a prophet.

(John 4, 16-19)

Imagine a god who, wandering through some hideous hot sand land meets this loose woman and indulges in such wry observations. The ironic note – which i think was probably characteristic of the historical Christ – coexists easily with a total sincerity and passion (in our age, by contrast, what is called irony is usually sarcasm and allied to callow insincerity and timeserving Pharisaic shows).

i dare say Christ’s “soul” was naturally so but Jewish mysticism would have suited this temperament, and so Christianity began as an inherently ironic, serious, cryptic attitude – there is truth, but it is presented in parables subject to various interpretation (c.f. Dan Otto Via), in symbols which are not straightforward allegory, in often contradictory sayings – one of the problems the modern scientific-minded man has had with Christianity, science being a religion of black and white, right or wrong.

Mysticism and political resistance movements tend to obfuscation, metaphor, Aesopian code; mysticism because the vision lies beyond simple articulation; resistance because of the police state and its various punishments. If you imagine Christianity as an inherently mystical religion, conceived & raised in oppression, then its adaptive plasticity is inevitable. Not all religions can adapt, or can even understand the concept of metaphor and symbol. Thus Islam can adapt very little to Europe; Europe will merely become a tribal, 7th Century society with a lot of rape and a bit of modern technology thrown in (AK47s and grenades).

4. In building churches on pagan sites, i think Christianity was also covertly influenced by its predecessor and adversary. A place can retain a potential atmosphere & spirit especially if a lot of people were intensely occupied towards a single coherent goal. Thus even if the great universities are totally transformed into Social Justice Warrior academies, there will be a kind of subterranean unease and resistance, and they could very quickly revert to their former purpose. i wonder if this is true also of institutions: that is, i wonder if for example traditional Intelligence services still have an inherent form (protecting Western civilisation through guile), and a destructive friction will emerge between the form and the current content.

5. The West is set on its own suicide and as we see in America, even a radical opponent of the entrenched demonic agents will run constantly up against obstruction after obstruction. It doesn’t matter what the citizens of the country want – the elites, and their demonic masters, rule now. If there is to be a change, it must begin on a spiritual level – the old virtues of the West must reassert themselves, like a pagan temple in the usurping structure; so Durham Cathedral’s paleolithic decor:

6. i have a student who works for the Beast in Munich. To my surprise, he likes Wagner and is a fellow pipe-smoker. This time last year i taught the political editor of one of Germany’s biggest newspapers, who was going to America to liaise with the New York Times and Washington Post about election coverage. He had never heard of the “Alt-Right” or even Breitbart or Steve Bannon. i guess he does now. He didn’t strike me as evil, though he worked for an arm of the Beast. Probably he thought that Muslims are wonderful chaps, isn’t curry splendid, and we need to get rid of the white race, there is no race, and if you don’t want Sharia Law you’re a racist – the usual fashionable beliefs. But i didn’t feel he was evil – merely ignorant and foolish.

My hope is that those i know in the European “deep state” are not isolated cases, but that there are indeed many more or less decent people in the demonic apparatus, and they may begin to turn against their masters, covertly or openly. The truth is that while the globalist agenda is evil, and those at the top are either possessed by demons or strongly influenced thereby, there are not enough truly evil individuals to run even one arm of the Deep State, let alone the entirety. i don’t think anyone could meet Hillary Clinton or George Soros and go away feeling “this is a good person!”, and imagine if everyone in CNN radiated this bone-deep malevolence and corruption – they wouldn’t even need to blackmail humorists to reveal their true nature.

The evil at the heart of reality is inimical to reality. It is parasitic. It takes over good structures – the universities, the Intelligence services, the Church – because it cannot create; it can only corrupt. If corruption were unopposed the natural tendency of things would have long ago led to non-existence; looking at the West today the situation looks grim and there is no rational cause for hope. The Muslims will take over Europe and in a few decades the white race will be exterminated or kept in rape camps to serve as catamites, whores, and torture victims for our new masters.

Obviously, that will come to pass without some radical and unforeseen change. And i think this change will come. i don’t believe it will come through voting and political rallies and democracy, or even by old-school fascism. The consciousness of man must change, and then new societal forms will emerge.

7. If this comes to pass, the fairly ordinary functionaries within the Beast will begin to turn against their masters. In the CIA or CNN or even the European Commission a mild-mannered middle-aged bureaucrat called Bob or Dick or Steve will one day get a bolshie email from a female manager, he will try to write an appropriately groveling apology then suddenly snap and reach into his backpack and take out not an AR15 but an old pipe he found in a flea market for a dollar, which unbeknownst to him was actually Stalin’s

stalin smokes

and he will pack it with some baccy he found abandoned in a bus station, which unbeknownst to him was cultivated by Pope Honorious III, and in his innocence he will light up at his desk, triggering the smoke detectors, his sour-faced female colleagues will shriek and writhe before the majesty of a middle-aged man smoking a pipe at work, he will merely lean back in his chair, savouring the smoke while they hiss “sexist! misogynist! Climate Change denier! Holocaust denier! racist! homophobic! Islamophobic! smoker! man! white!”, security will be called but at precisely this moment Donald Trump will appear, majestically, having wandered randomly about America looking for steak, witness the altercation, and try to write a tweet but accidentally end up commanding all sound systems in a 10 km radius to play The Ride of Valkyries; all the Men in the vicinity, struck by:

1. The spectacle of a man smoking a pipe;

2. Donald Trump unexpectedly and inexplicably appearing at their workplace;

3. Wagner

will roar like ten thousand lions, and cast their female colleagues out of the windows, convert the building into a White Straight Male Domain and it will basically be like that Animal House film

with toga-clad men, men by god, dancing about drinking gin and toasting Nigel Farage and Jacob Rees-Mogg, eating steak with ketchup, terrorising neighbouring buildings and issuing memes, until finally Jean-Claude Juncker, George Soros, Hillary Clinton, Obama, Tony Blair, and assorted shitheads turn up with the secret EU Army to kill everyone but the first thing they see is this:

and they spontaneously turn to ash and are blown away like the worthless trash they always were, and everyone is happy.

1. Despite the grim situation in Western Europe i feel all it as it should be; much as i am not unduly depressed to find myself broke, since i did not aggressively seek out classes, and until recently bought fine whiskies and waistcoats as i felt moved – and so having no ‘gro in my bank is merely what i should expect. My work in July should be ample (crash courses) and i used the free time to write and think, so it’s all good.

2. i was teaching two software developers at a finance company and we fell to talking of abstruse matters such as C++ and C sharp, some kind of programming language for modern machines, apparently. By their account, one of these automatically allocates memory, the other not. i suppose, for computers, unused memory capacity is a good thing; by contrast, human beings and cultures are determined by their stored memories, by fullness rather than vacancy. In computer terms our processing power is the greater, the more we use our memory, the fuller our databanks.

3. Human memory is typically narrative. i think one function of dreams is to “process” recent memory, to weave it into a story. i do have a few snapshot memories where i have almost no idea of context, and typically these are perplexing. Memory is almost always narrative, within a framework of association. This established structure makes sense of experience. The greater the memory, the greater the possibilities of narrative subtlety and range.

Most people today actively defend themselves against extended memory. They know little of their ancestors and despise those who think it important. Nationalism no longer means much in Western Europe; these nations been flooded with immigrants for whom the history of e.g. England or Germany or France is totally irrelevant. 2nd and 3rd-generation immigrants typically know little of their own family history back in the desert, and just as typically despise European tradition – and they are legally citizens of European nations. This would go some way to explaining why 1st-gen immigrants aren’t as criminal as their children – those who grew up in e.g. Pakistan at least have some ancestral connection; their displaced children have none; and as they inevitably dilute and disrupt the native culture, in the end nobody has anything.

4. Discussing software – about which i am happy to understand nothing – one of the students said they use programs full of barely-comprehensible code, and occasionally find a “command line” with the notation do not delete, written by someone who has long since left the company; and while the line has seemingly no function, when it is altered the whole system goes drastically awry. It struck me as akin to civilisation, which is built on inscrutable enactments and beliefs; take them away and a land can go, in two or three generations, from this:

to this:

5. This transformation has naturally been in the interests of our elites, who would rather wield tyrannical power over a “Scouring of the Shire”-style land of cowed, bullied natives and widespread crime and terrorism than be public servants to a largely free land:

‘It would be a grievous blow to the world, if the Dark Power overcame the Shire; if all your kind, jolly, stupid Bolgers, Hornblowers, Boffins, Bracegirdles, and the rest, not to mention the ridiculous Bagginses, became enslaved.’

Frodo shuddered. ‘But… why should he want such slaves?’

‘To tell you the truth,’ replied Gandalf, ‘I believe that hitherto – hitherto, mark you – he has entirely overlooked the existence of hobbits. You should be thankful. But your safety has passed. He does not need you — he has many more useful servants — but he won’t forget you again. And hobbits as miserable slaves would please him far more than hobbits happy and free. 

– hobbits and tattooed ginger Scots; speaking of whom, the case of Count Dankula deserves some attention. In short, a ginger Scot made an amusing video about his pug raising its right paw (my Russian hippy flatmate taught his dog this trick in Kassel), and is now facing prison time; here is a sober video on the topic:

This is the modern State: suppressing the native European population and smiling benignly upon Muslim rape gangs. Should you feel moved to send some cash this poor Scot’s way, click here. 

6. i am not political; there is no political solution. The modern man – debased, trivial, and childish as he is – must recover his ancestral memory. The usual aides-mémoire (ancient religious rite, landscape, traditional occupations) have mostly been destroyed through Protestantism, Vatican II, overpopulation, and the Industrial Revolution and urbanisation; and so the remembering will either be exceptionally traumatic, involving the destruction of cities and modern economy, genocide, and a return to hunter/gatherer and subsistence farming; or it will be merely very traumatic, involving a radical refiguring of Western consciousness within our existing way of life.

i am not trying to turn the clock back to a better time. i am, rather, trying to preserve seeds for an unimaginable future.

1. i watched The Dark Knight again on Friday, i think my 4th or 5th viewing – i wrote of it 2 years ago. It shares the other Nolan Batman films’ disregard for realism, in that very little of the story makes sense if you stop and think about it. However, Nolan’s craft, skill, and fascistic vision win through (fascistic in the liberal definition, that is).

2. The opening is a homage to Michael Mann’s Heat even featuring similar music, a Mann-esque visual style, and William Fichtner (a kind of mob banker in Heat, as here). The Joker has hired several hoods in clown masks who perform their tasks and then, according to the plan, kill each other until only the Joker is left. The whole thing is ludicrously tightly-planned, to the point where the slightest error would have resulted in complete failure. The clowns discuss their master:

Clown 1: So why do they call him the Joker?
Clown 2: I heard he wears makeup.
Clown 1: Makeup?
Clown 2: Yeah, to scare people.

Reminiscent of the opening of The Dark Knight Rises, where some CIA goon interrogates three hooded prisoners on his plane, screaming at one: “Tell me about Bane! Why does he wear the mask?”

and Bane: “No one cared who I was, until I put on the mask.”

Donning the mask, an identity born in fact of mutilation and suffering, the villains, and Batman, become more than ordinarily human. Their power resides in their mystery; in being set apart from those they either protect or prey upon (any separation can become power).

As with The Dark Knight, none of the Bane aircraft scene makes any sense but then it’s more like a myth – you absorb the imagery and the moments and don’t expect anything like coherent motivation and narrative.

There is something special about Nolan’s trilogy; prescient and mythic. i see especially the last two films as meditations and foretellings of politics and culture in the West: anarchy, violence, crime, tyranny, subversion, order, brutality. Thus the phenomenon of Baneposting:

– which i believe originated on /pol and has, amusingly, taken over Tom Hardy to the point where a q & a about his excellent film Locke was mostly hijacked by baneposting questions.

There seem elements of Trump in the Joker and Bane (forces of anarchy) but also Batman and Harvey Dent (forces of order). Like the Joker his true intentions are a mystery; and i suspect Trump cultivates an air of if not mystery then at least unpredictability – something like Pacino’s Detective Hanna in Heat as he talks to his informant, or Hans Landa in Inglourious Basterds throughout – to keep everyone unsure of exactly what you mean and where you stand. This is obviously a noble and desirable trait in the President of the world’s greatest military power and will keep everyone on their toes for the next 7.5 years.

3. In all three films Gotham is corrupt and depraved, and yet at the same time most of the problems seem to originate in a small group of criminals – which is true of most of the First World, i would say. The Joker, Bane, Harvey Dent, and Batman represent different reactions to this corruption and crime. Bane wants to destroy Gotham; the Joker to show up the apparent order as a lie and a fragile one at that; Harvey Dent at first wants to impose law and order, and then – after he becomes Twoface – to roam around killing people who let him down, in however a random manner, tossing a coin to determine his actions; and Batman as a Trump-esque billionaire wants to preserve things and protect those he regards as, in some way, his subjects or at least wards.

All of these men have a power which, while not supernatural, is evident in their prowess and in a certain aura of near-indestructibility. They are marked out: Trump by his bat costume and gear and training; the Joker by his makeup, odd walk and look of deformed strength, his fine, soiled clothes; Bane by his mask and his pimp walk and by being Tom Hardy; Dent by his facial scarring.

i find the aura of power about these men more convincing, closer to real power than the supernatural gifts of e.g. the Avengers or the X-Men. There is a sense that Nolan’s characters were once men, and became demons. And, it seems, they recognise something of each other, for example at the beginning of The Dark Knight some gangsters are attacked by vigilantes dressed as Donald Trump. The Scarecrow (a minor villain) immediately recognises these aren’t the real thing, and then the Batmobile comes crashing over a wall and the Scarecrow cackles: “Now that’s more like it!” (some very odd editing in this next scene, by the way).

4. Nolan can make even the silliness of Trump’s red ties and boxy suits look appropriately grim:

There is a symmetry between Trumpman and the two main villains: he seems the opposite of the Joker, but more of a brother to Bane, in appearance and manner. Bane is, in a sense, the lesser threat: a merely physical adversary albeit a big guy; the Joker transforms others into his likeness, physically and spiritually. He is delighted when Trump pounds him in the interrogation room, and his greatest triumph would be for Trump to take a life – even his.

5. Bane, the Joker, Dent, and even Trumpman exist in an antagonistic relationship to Gotham. The established corruption – criminal gangs in the film, political/progressive elites in our world – will resist any redeeming force to the end. The Joker pre-echoes the Democrat/Antifa riots which i guess were meant to say “America will be ungovernable by anyone not sanctioned by the real (demonic) powers” when he gibbers: “You see this is how crazy Batman has made Gotham! Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in. Or people will die.” And indeed, after each Leftist riot the liberal journalists trot out “it’s all Batman’s fault, he must resign and let Hillary Clinton rule or we will destroy America and it will all be his fault!!!”

Not that the Joker for a moment sides with Gotham – anymore than Bane does; they merely claim to represent “the people” when it suits them, rather like Hillary rather amusingly claiming to be “the resistance”. The true Joker emerges when he tells Trumpman: “Those mob fools want you gone so they can get back to the way things were. But I know the truth – there’s no going back. You’ve changed things.”

The Joker’s men, later in the film, seem to be mostly schizophrenics, typical Antifa types. The self-proclaimed “agent of chaos” naturally recruits those who are unable to live good, useful lives within any conceivable society – for such people, nihilism (masquerading as modern “virtue”) is their natural bent and action.

6. And yet i note many similarities between Donald Trump and the Joker. While the Joker advertises himself as an agent of chaos, a man without a plan, the film is driven by his exactly-defined plans, by an organisational capacity impossible outside of fiction. His character seems, in fact, both chaotic and orderly – his means are highly orderly, and the result is chaos.

Batman wants, i think, to create order and stability in America – to build a wall to keep chaos and criminals out, and to rebuild American industry. But his character seems to me essentially chaotic – when i as it were close my eyes and look at him, i see a frenetic and unmappable buzzing of energy and thought. This is partly a strength – it makes him flexible and hard to predict, hard to really dismiss: i think the only accusation (sexist, racist, insane, stupid, etc.) which seems true is that he is really rather vulgar and crass. But then, he is American.

i continue to think that he is essentially a narcissist who wants to go down in history as one of the great American presidents; and i think he sees the whole of America (irrespective of race or wealth) as in some way extensions of his own self, which means his motives are in a sense quite pure – to make America great, because America is part of his own identity.

However, i think his actual effect will be more as an agent of chaos. i don’t think he is a good person as such, but he lacks the peculiar atmosphere of evil that hung especially about the Clintons and the Bushes (and to a lesser degree Obama), and will prove as indomitable and unpredictable as the Joker or Bane: he’s a big guy, for you.

1. Varg Vikernes has made several videos on the topic of reincarnation, for example this. In his understanding, children would go to their ancestral burial mound and identify their last life’s bones and items, in order to know who they were. Judging from myself and those i know, we can be reborn across a great distance, and seemingly into quite different genetic groups – for example, two of my last-life siblings (Ashkenazi Jews) are now Finnish, and i am Anglo-Indian. Both my Finnish once-were-siblings look extremely Finnish to me, and genetically the Finns seem to be quite distinct from e.g. Germans or Jews. Nonetheless, we all have “the look” of our last lives.

2. Plump bourgeois of the managerial class assume that the reality which has made them so comfortably well-off has always and will always obtain. But in fact humanity can change radically.

There could have been a time when reincarnation was mostly within the close genetic group, and also when it was easier to remember. Our metaphysical frame and potential changes over centuries. This is one reason modern men often assume e.g. Herodotus is total fiction: amid the presumably fantastical tales, there are probably a few which were true, because reality itself was different in those days.

3. Varg addresses the accusation of LARPing:

Today, conscious recall of a previous life – even fragmentary recall – is rare. For one thing, if your religion or irreligion tells you it is impossible the faint tuggings at awareness will be drowned out by your false imaginings.

Nonetheless, many people are influenced by a kind of unconscious memory. It manifests in preferences, aversions, skills. For example, most of my past lives were in some way scribal; and when i was 5 or 6 and we learnt how to handwrite (joined up, i think) by copying sentences from the blackboard; the other children would look up at the board after every single letter but i quickly found i could take in and remember two or three words in a glance and so i finished such exercises before the others – amusingly, my neighbour, a typically vicious female, hissed at me “you’re cheating!” – one of my first lessons in the tribal Social Justice Warrior nature of females, and the consequences of being in any way distinct from one’s fellows.

4. It’s unusual to remember past lives, because our memories are a chain of association and identity woven about the person we become aged about 5 or 6. Perhaps it is hard to remember infant memories for the same reason it’s hard to remember past lives – because our identity (about which memory coheres) dates from age 5 or so, and all before that is of a looser weave with our adult consciousness.

However, i note that when our present life mirrors a past (in clothing, residence, food, language) we seem more open to unconscious memory, as if the considerable gap between lives narrows when we follow the old ways. There then comes a power and a sense of being who one really is – which is what i felt in my four years at Durham; and this influence gave me the strength to break out of my misery and apathy in Manchester.

5. There would be clear advantages to recalling a past life: greater skill,  a broader perspective. Unconscious memory is however the norm in traditional societies: there is typically a fabric of rites and practices which join the present to the past, and so create an atmosphere of expanded temporality in which one could more easily draw upon what a millennial-old life has to offer: one does not actually remember anything, but one has a sense of familiarity, of ease and instinctual knowledge, and i would say a kind of happiness and feeling of being comprehended in a wider form of life and wider human experience. Today there are very few such rites.

The destruction of the old Catholic Mass took away one of the most widespread means of joining with one’s ancestors and European past lives. The Latin and the form would be the same over centuries, over different countries. Attending would create that charged field of awareness, in which one particular life is part of a greater continuum.

The globalists i guess thought of it as old-fashioned and stuffy and elitist; but their demonic masters knew the power of unchanging tradition: they knew that to destroy Europe and the white race, it would be necessary to break the weave of allegiance and observance stretching back centuries. Break that, and the people lose their unconscious memory, their fidelity and obligation to the past, their obligation to the future. And then they stop having children, and can be replaced by sand peoples – and they will even welcome their own destruction because for all their shiny trinkets and toys they are maddened by newfound isolation and vulnerability.

i’m not a huge fan of Christianity – as Varg and others have observed, it inculcates a sense that race is utterly unimportant, and it denies the possibility of reincarnation. That said, now the old Mass has been destroyed there is very little to preserve the weave of tradition necessary for a widespread, habitual fealty to one’s ancestry.

6. Some think the runes are themselves conscious; whether or not they are, fields of awareness and activity tend to persist a while, and will themselves into physical form. The next few years in Europe will most likely be years of great suffering and distress, and violence; and in such a time, the old forms will probably reassert themselves. When all of Western Europe resembles Mogadishu there may be enclaves of white Europeans holding up in the mountains, eating Schnitzel and drinking whisky, and Jacob Rees-Mogg will with his own hands build a stone chapel in which Benedict XVI will perform the old Mass while Varg and his twenty blond children run around slaughtering the invaders with neanderthal weaponry, and a good time will be had by all.

1. Following this epic Millennial Woes video, i decided to watch Children of the Stones, a 1977 ITV series (actually i’m now unsure if he mentions it in the video or if i read it in the comments). There is something special about 70s-80s TV British TV drama, with its low production values, decent actors, taut scripts, often rural locations featuring an old man’s pub full of red-faced farmers smoking pipes and cigarettes like Nigel Farage, and typically an all-white cast. It’s a world i never really knew, because i grew up in West Yorkshire and went to school in Bradistan, am half-Indian so would have been out of place in a white village (would in fact have ruined it by my very existence there, much as an American tourist in Hawaii beach shorts and McDonald’s burger & Pepsi would ruin a Buddhist temple, by his very presence).

It’s a great series with some curiously Varg Vikernes-like notes (about the great bear), a redhead MILF and a lot of tweed. i kept expecting to see Roger Scruton and Evelyn Waugh, eating pork pies and downing fine ales.

It’s set wholly in a small village subject to a sinister influence, under which reality itself is altered, and the people likewise.

2. A day or two ago i googled the Unterföhring shooter and was surprised to find it wasn’t a Muslim but apparently a genuine schizo though one with a German father (living in America) and a South African mother, hence what i would call a displaced person. It would be interesting to know if displaced persons are more subject to personality disorders and madness, i suspect so as many of the mixed parentage people i know, those living in a country not of their near ancestry, have some kind of mental problem. i’d include myself in this category, of course, though i’m unsure exactly what is my major malfunction: but certainly i excite immediate wariness and suspicion in people, wherever i go, and fail at everything i attempt, which suggests some inherent flaw.

3. When i heard of the Grenfell Tower fire, i automatically wondered if it was a Muslim, then thought it smacked more of incompetence, perhaps Somalians grilling a sheep in an open fire in the corridor. The photos of the protests etc. are instructive; they tell you a lot about what has happened to England in my lifetime:

This is modern England.

4. i think back to the Olympia Einkaufszentrum shooting last year – the perpetrator a half-Iranian half-German kid, like Salman Abedi the son of “refugees”. It seemed of a piece with the Muslim terrorism that occurred almost daily last summer in Europe; and yet apparently distinct and unrelated.

As a wise man once said, “when two events occur simultaneously pertaining to the same object of inquiry we must always pay strict attention.” i feel that every person and every society exists within a “field” which determines attitudes, fears, expectations, and events. In Children of the Stones a small village is subject to a rather Lovecraftian field of intent; Western Europe now is subject to a field of insanity, violence, and destruction. This is a metaphysical force. It is of course influenced by individuals and by our thoughts and actions, but has its roots where no political scientist or philosopher can see. Thus i shake my head at “cuckservatives” who think we can reform our legislation, turn the clock back to the late 90s and everything will be fine; likewise, the “paleoconservatives” who would i guess turn the clock back to the 1950s (though they tend to realise it is impossible, and so their writings have an elegiac air, as it were commemorating a culture that has already been totally destroyed); the Alt-Right are, in a practical sense, closest to the truth – but only within the visible.

Much as i dislike most of the things the Alt-Right dislike, i feel that even right-wing death squads wouldn’t suffice. The demographic problem is only a symptom; and while the Alt-Right would, i suppose, point at a certain group who have systematically inculcated the demographic problem (and all others), i feel even that is inexact, and superficial. The certain group too are but a symptom; nor would i see them as innately malign, merely innately disruptive – which can be good or bad, depending on the environment they disrupt and the degree of their action.

5. Within the “field” obtaining in the 1950s, even the radical and as it were cancerous elements in the West were merely a bit out there. Show a 1950s radical a 300-pound blue-haired trans feminist, or Carl the Cuck and AIDS Skrillex:

and i daresay your tweed-wearing radical would sputter into his pipe, call on his wife to bring him a triple whisky and his slippers, and be most dejected at the culmination of his plans for humanity.

In an earthly sense, one could talk of the Overton window. However, i think the West’s malaise goes beyond psychology and politics. The only Youtuber i know who comes close (i still read blogs but they are mostly rather tame and i prefer to read books) is Varg Vikernes, for whom our entire modern world is rotten:

Varg is unusual in that he (i think) remembers a past life, or is at least heavily influenced by one, to the point where it may as well be conscious memory. 2017 seems diseased to those old enough to remember the 50s or even 60s; to those who remember pagan Europe our age must seem, as i think Bruce Charlton wrote somewhere, the most spiritually degraded we have ever known.

6. My father called me last week and told me that a few years ago someone had a heartattack every 2 minutes in England; that is no more: now, someone is diagnosed with dementia every 3 minutes. Of course, diagnoses are malleable but all the same i feel there is a kind of insanity over England now. It is as if the gods have decided to destroy my homeland.

And now just my homeland – it is the whole of the capitalist bloc, Western Europe; only Eastern Europe and to some extent Finland seem shielded. The fire at Grenfell Towers, the shooting in Unterföhring, seem to me surface manifestations of a deeper field – a suicidal impulse that is, with increasing rapidity, consuming Europe.

Even the sand people invasion is but a part of this. i sometimes wonder at the timing of my birth, which in some ways echoes the timing of my last life. Upon reflection, i do not feel i was born to save this world; but to destroy it. Varg, i think, is right that it is futile to try to salvage some kind of liberal democracy and favela multiculturalism from the 21st Century. If we are to be saved most of us will have to die; Europe will be consumed by a great fire, and become a heap of ashes. But (perhaps) old gods will speak from the ashes.

 

1. i was originally scheduled to teach at a company in Unterföhring today, however they cancelled the last two weeks: like most of my company groups, at least half the students were at Lake Garda eating Schnitzel and drinking imported German beer and complaining about the Italians.

i awoke late, from sloth. i had left my balcony door open and so dreamt of the birdcall outside: two magpies have taken up residence in this area for the last couple of years, and over time i’ve grown accustomed and sensitized to the varieties of birdcall, so sometimes i read on my balcony (Richard Mabey’s colossal Flora Britannica, Gerald Durrell’s My Family & Other Animals, William Anderson’s The Face of Glory at present) and am distracted by an alteration in the birdsong, as something like consternation spreads through the trees. They are aware of me, and i think aware even of my awareness of them. In the last year or so, i’ve noted a blackbird and another (dark or black, with upright tail – don’t know what it is) which will let me get very close before they hop away, or very occasionally they more or less ignore my near passage.

2. i dragged myself from my ruined sofa-bed (after 6 years, it’s in bad shape), checked my emails and found several from Deutsche Bahn: the Unterföhring station closed because a “37-year-old German” had tried to push a policewoman in front of a train, then grabbed her gun and shot her in the head.

i had to teach later in another location and on the s-bahn the conductor warned us that Unterföhring was still closed “due to a police action”. A woman probably in her late 60s/early 70s made eye contact with me and said (in German): “Terrible, isn’t it?” (Wahnsinn, oder? is more like insane, isn’t it, expressing bemused disgust; i guess the nearest English would be “fucking mental, innit” but even educated non-sweary Germans say Wahnsinn oder all the time). i told her (in German) i’d had an appointment there but didn’t go, and we discussed the Situation. i told her i was half-Indian but she mishead it as half-Italian and said: “Italy has its own problems with this now”. We talked about England, the two latest Jihadcidents in Manchester and London and she said something like “England has so many foreigners now” and then said things are changing even in Munich (a paradise when i arrived in 2011), and it’s harder to feel trust for people; and i to her: “the greater the diversity the less the trust.”

3. It is hard to placidly continue daily life while your world is being deliberately destroyed, in my case by our political elites, by personages such as Angela Merkel, Jean-Claude Juncker, Macron, Theresa May, all puppets of the same globalist financial elite, who in turn are mere puppets of demonic forces. The only good thing about all this is that i’ve already outlived my expectations, i haven’t saved anything, and so if i die in the great Race War, it’s all good. Previous cultural traumas – for example the First World War – resulted only in economic devastation and the loss of a generation of young men; the Second World War resulted in both, and the additional destruction of a great deal of good old architecture; this latest assault on Europe will result in the destruction of the white race between Galway and Berlin – either that or they will have to turn their backs on 70 years of kumbaya diversity and weakness, and embrace their capacity for violence once more.

4. The demonic agenda is both extremely determined and tactically incoherent. The primal malevolence recognised that Western Europe had become a relatively safe, decent zone of human existence, and so naturally it bent its will against us. Years ago i thought it strange how deliberately our governments seemed to be destroying everything good about our culture; in the last couple of years it has become clear to me, that they hate everything noble in humanity and have been assaulting this nobility on a broad front for about a century now. The demonic force’s ultimate goal is total non-existence; the ultimate goal of the globalists is, i would guess that foretold by Orwell in 1984:

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.

The Soviet Union came close to this ultimate utopia. i don’t think the globalist agenda will really be achievable because if it isn’t uniformly imposed the exceptions will flourish and the workers’ paradise will eventually collapse under its own determined nihilism, not to mention its economic insanity. And war is extremely expensive.

5. One can trace our current malaise back – as depicted in this Murdoch Murdoch video from about 8 minutes:

Most of the demonic agenda was a natural progression, step by step. But there were occasional blockages, points of resistance, where they had to use a bit more force to as it were topple a fort. Two notable cases: Vatican 2 in the early 60s, where the old Mass was destroyed in favour of banjo and kumbaya secularity; and the deposition of Pope Benedict XVI in favour of the usurper Jorge Mario Bergoglio.

As a “Germanic pagan”, i recognise the old Catholic Church’s sacred power. They assumed some of the old pagan ways and i would guess much of the original Catholic rite arose from Gnostic/pagan groups within early Christianity. Although monotheism is not my horn of mead, i can recognise that the old Catholic Church was in essence a Gnostic pagan religion, and so had its own merits. Protestantism is not so much a reformation of Christianity as a denial of Christianity; Protestantism is the direct negation of Christianity, because it keeps some of the trappings but utterly voids the real content. Protestants like Milton and Kierkegaard seem to me to exist in a state of constant and barely-coherent volatility, because they seek the old God without the means. Even my old cohort the Viking, as left-brain a Nordic autist as one could hope to meet, raised a brutal Calvinist to believe one should dress in grey-beige sackcloth and subsist on mashed potato, despising ornament, love, emotion, art, waistcoats as wiles of the Devil, one day sat down to mathematically prove the existence of Calvin and to his consternation fell into Gödel’s outhouse and was flushed out into the radiant glory of Henry Adams’ Mont-Saint-Michel and Chartres, and realising the error of his hideous Protestant vice, abjured pornography and degeneracy and married a sturdy Catholic girl and has now devoted the remainder of his days to penance and acts of salutary violence and Catholic hedonism – no longer content to gorge himself on stale mashed potato and peas like a Protestant, clad in grey and torn rags, he now dresses like Hannibal

 

and repasts gloriously on oyster, caviar (“north of the Caspian”), human brain, and grilled lobster macarelle, washed down with the finest of champagnes. He wears a cilice and has trained his local choir to sing Templar Chant. He no longer eats mashed potato.

6. Significantly, upon his conversion, God told him to relocate to Slovakia and he is now spreading hedonism and virtue in Eastern Europe, seeking out and destroying mashed potato and Protestantism in equal measure. i would say the globalists are tactically incoherent because they have stepped up the destruction of the West while Eastern Europe is still robustly white. They are now, it seems, realising the error of their ways and trying to sue the last bastions of Europe for not admitting six gorillion military-age Muslim migrants poor orphan children from Africa and the Middle East Syria. But after 2 years of social disintegration and terrorism, the politicians in Pollackia would be slitting their throats to accept Muslims now. The culture in Eastern Europe has not been destroyed yet – and the example of the West will probably serve as a salutary example of what follows from multiculturalism.

It seems that material prosperity has destroyed the West’s sense of self-preservation; as Bane says: “Peace has cost you your strength. Victory has defeated you.”

The squatting slavs have known no mashed potato. They have lived on rat for a century. Tell them they should welcome six gorillion military-age Muslim males from Afghanistan and Somalia, and they will say:

7. To quote Morrissey: “The entire military-financial-media complex is on your side, while Odin and Christ are on mine.”

1. Episode 5 of Twin Peaks. It continues to be very good, though there was one awkward scene, between Colonel Davis, a negro Pentagon official, and his white subordinate regarding a set of Major Briggs’ fingerprints – as with the scene between Gordon Cole and Denise Bryson it felt either deliberately offkilter or just badly-written and performed. Since both scenes involve US agencies, it is possible Lynch is striving for a 2001-awkwardness, to suggest something inherently artificial about such bureaucracies & those therein.

i was again struck by the range of tones, which include: a casino boss being brutally beaten while prostitutes look bored in the background; Dougie (Retard Coop) wandering about looking for coffee;

a classic Lynchian villain choking a girl in public; and Evil Coop causing his prison’s electrical system to go haywire.

2. Retard Coop is akin to the Fool from Tarot, and i would say also The Sun – a reborn innocent who is heedless and yet guided on the right path. In this he reminds me a great deal of my collaborator The Viking, who wanders through life stroking his beard and talking about gay manga CS Lewis in a slightly retarded manner, oblivious to all about him and yet has ended up where he should be all the same. Just as one could see progression from the Fool to the Magician, so i think Retard Coop is slowly rebuilding his old mastery and memory. Covfefe is one key, and here someone says “insurance agent” and he blinks and repeats “agent”: in the original series, a great part of his identity came from his being “Special Agent Dale Cooper, FBI”.

3. i had fantasized about 2012-era Rust Cohle appearing (as a joke of course – i wouldn’t expect a corny crossover like Batman v Superman) and two things in this episode caught at my attention:

i) A new villain who looks vaguely Cohleish:

All he needs is a Big Hug mug. Some girls flirt with him and he grabs one and hisses at her like Frank Booth.

and later, Evil Coop is given a phone call and, knowing full well it is tapped and he is on video, stares at the camera and says something like: “Who should I call? Should I call Mister Strawberry? I don’t think he will answer” then a reaction shot from one of the cops (or the warder), looking alarmed. i felt that “Mister Strawberry” has a paedophile ring to it, and since Lynch’s works often involve sexual abuse and exploitation, i wondered if Evil Coop has been involved in such circles, and the warder also.

4. Lynch is an interesting director, in that his work is technically interesting, “progressive” if you like, but his morality is very old school: good and evil. He often has monsters like Frank Booth and Bob; but he also has good cops, and i think in Twin Peaks the FBI are the good guys.

i don’t know anyone from the American Intelligence apparatus but the general feeling i get from films etc., is that the FBI are basically cops and the CIA etc. are into brainwashing, assassination, “regime change”, mass surveillance, propaganda. The people i know from European agencies (whether agents or officers) have all been nice to me, and i’ve felt they were decent people – actually, two were almost Cooper-like.

i was teaching a group today and we got onto the subject of voting and one asked if i’d voted for the UK elections; i said no, i’ve only voted once in my life (for Brexit) and the whole group convulsed in amazed distress and mirth, a burly Pollack engineer exclaiming “You vote Brexit! You must to go! Go now!” pointing at the door and cackling good-naturedly. A German woman was unfavourably astonished and as is the case with all brainwashed morons said “And what if you cannot work here now?” and i said, politely, “I’ll have to get a work visa, like my American colleagues, and if Germany say no English citizens can work in Germany, then i’ll go back to England.”

She asked what i have against the EU. For most Germans, the EU is basically the Fourth Reich, an expression of their dominance over the whole of Europe, and so they react unfavourably to any criticism of their little project.

i felt that the whole rancid course of the EU’s corruption and evil would be long in the telling, so instead said, smiling like Bob before he murders Maddy Ferguson: “You’re German so you like big government and authority. i’m English. i tend to anarchy. i distrust bureaucracy and top-down structures. i think to concentrate enormous power in the hands of a small number of politicians, who most people don’t know, and who are not in any way transparent, will result in Soviet-style totalitarianism.”

Actually, i was thinking: “You’re modern.”

5. Coming home, surrounded by gibbering Merkel sand rapists on the s-bahn, i thought over power again. True power, internal power, is not to do with trappings of status, political agency, physical strength: it is a connection with primal forces and patterns. True power is to do with emotional intensity in depth and consistency, allied with a certain perceptual clarity. It can, i think, be attained by anyone who is sufficiently ruthless, and consistent, although that immediately limits it to perhaps one in ten thousand.

Power is a matter of honesty and determination. It manifests in simplicity and focus, and equanimity. Fear becomes an affair of the body only, and even there decreasingly so.

Worldly power – Saruman power, Blair power – seems to hollow the individual out, eating away his substance and humanity. He becomes grandiose and caricatural and unironic. This kind of power is solely to do with the ability to make others do what one wants.

True power is attained by a relentless self-examination and self-extinction. Finally, the man of power is beholden to greater powers and has the detachment and poise of a tightrope-walker for whom gravity is optional. He walks the line, but for his own reasons.

The worldly power, Blair power, Clinton power, is a weak and ludicrous thing. Yes, these people could have me killed; or rather, they could try. Their power is only to do with making other people do what they want, and so attains its maximal expression in destruction and mutilation, as one sees now in the modern world.

Paedophilia and assorted sexual abuse is often associated with this great worldly power. i note that Ted Heath, the so-called Tory Prime Minister who lied Britain into the 4th Reich, was apparently a paedophile. Paedophilia is an expression of dominance on the part of the impotent and trivial. The more men need to express their imagined power, the more they are in fact worms and wretches of no account.

The abuse of children becomes a means of forming bonds between those of a certain social status. Of course, not all politicians and corporate media figures are paedophiles, though they seem disproportionately represented in this vice. However, i think there are many “spaghetti monsters” in, for example, the BBC, Washington Post, New York Times, Guardian, CNN, the Tory Party, the Labour Party, the Democrat Party, the Republican Party, and probably the CIA and so on.

6. David Lynch is able to create very tangible villains, who nonetheless seem haloed by metaphysical evil, by malign forces which exist beyond human society and the “constructs” much beloved of Feminists and other post-modern trash. i would guess that child abuse opens a door between worlds and something like demonic possession is then possible – as Lynch suggested in the original Twin Peaks, where Leland Palmer seems to have been abused by an earlier host of Bob.

i imagine such abuse also cracks the psyche of the abuser yet further, enabling compromise. Hence, Ted Heath. Beyond the financial machinations of the globalists, the European Union is in a sense a pet project of what one could call demons – or, if you prefer, malign non-physical intelligences.

Trump for me is a closed book – i feel he is intelligent but also a bit odd and primitive, and quite ordinary. He isn’t, i think, part of the great evil that has spread its wings over the American government. He may do bad things, e.g. sell weapons to the Saudis, or grovel at Israel, but i don’t think he’s evil.

Hillary Clinton seems to me not exactly human anymore. i think she has been consumed by the forces she serves, and her body is little more than a husk with an operating intelligence keeping the show on the road. i would imagine that many of those in her immediate circle are contaminated. For example, the basement occultist John Podesta, his brother Tony Podesta; and JP is now working for the Washington Post, owned by Jeff Bezos of Amazon.

Rust: We didn’t get them all.

Marty: Yeah and we ain’t gonna get them all. That ain’t the kind of world it is.

As i said before, the more the corporate media attack Trump, the more you can assume he is doing good, or at least not purposely doing evil. The only brief reprieve he enjoyed was after launching a missile strike on Assad; but when it became clear he wasn’t going to reduce Syria to the same chaos as Libya, Afghanistan, Iraq, the incensed Left-wing rage resumed.

They have underestimated Trump, his support, and the covfefe.

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