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1. In my younger days i wondered why the Soviet Union would send people to the gulag for writing a poem; reading Robert Littell’s excellent The Stalin Epigram, one enters a world of seemingly pointless oppression, as if the State no longer has any military/political foes so expends its vast resources on impoverished poets who can barely afford vodka. i bought it expecting some kind of spy thriller, but found it instead a darkly humorous & bleak literary work, e.g.

Moments after entering Lubyanka, I found myself in a morguelike room with white tiles on the floor and the walls. “Name, forename, patronymic?” the warden, a bony man with a shaven head and foul breath, shouted at me.

“Mandelstam, Osip Emilievich,” I shouted back, as if I were responding to a drill sergeant.

“Why are you shouting?”

“I’m shouting because you’re shouting.”

“I am not shouting,” the drill sergeant shouted. “I am talking in my normal voice.”

i suppose one could argue that discussion may eventually develop into political action, sabotage, assassination, a coup – since, after all, coups don’t appear out of nowhere; and so the State must perforce suppress even poetry, even humour.

2. My own fashy trajectory began, as i have written before, at university: the compulsory Literary Theory module forever set me against not merely Marxism, but over-reliance on ideology and jargon. i was for years an atomized individual who belonged nowhere and shrank from any kind of group, since genetically & psychologically i would be recognised as an alien intruder everywhere on this planet.

Things changed about 10 years ago, when i started to read Theodore Dalrymple and Roger Scruton. There was the shock as they diagnosed ills i had long observed but not understood; their broader perspective & experience made a greater sense of things i had noticed in isolation, e.g. chav culture, bureaucracy, propaganda.

My political/social sense was forcegrown by reading, and though there is nothing in either writer one could reasonably censure, the Left would gladly consign both to the gulag, along with Mandelstam. i would have become a fashy goy sooner or later, but my slowly forming reaction (a reaction against modernity) crystallized upon reading everything i could find of Scruton & Dalrymple.

3. On Friday i visited the Sour Elf to watch/listen to Milleniyule with The Golden One and Woes. We had a pizza or two while waiting, i brought a bottle of wine and drank myself into an early weekend, and examined her shelves.

Mostly crime thrillers (typical German fare) and socio-political works. We chatted for a bit then the stream came online so we sat to attend to the glory:

4. i’ve got so used to being surrounded by normies that it was odd to be able to talk face to face about e.g. Thotgate, doxing, the Race War etc. The Sour Elf apparently Skyped with one of Woes’ other Milleniyulers and, amusingly, emailed Woes when he was doxed, offering to help him work as a McLingua teacher if need be. i sat there on her sofa, clutching my wine and vertiginously striving to imagine Millennial Woes in a job like ours, in constant contact with a wide variety of people, compelled to control the interaction while remaining sensitive to the students’ interests & needs & weaknesses, often with ten or more in the room at once.

She is i would say Alt-Lite but i think beginning to realise that Sargon-esque “can’t we all just be friends? I don’t care what race you are! I don’t care what happens after I die!” talk is unlikely to accomplish much. My own feeling is that, as Andrew Breitbart said, politics is downstream of culture; but culture is downstream of genetics & religion – and so my focus is more & more on the metaphysical roots of the West.

i came across this interview with Peter Kingsley recently:

Now I was at a university where there was a very big, very influential religious studies department, and all of my friends at the time were studying Hinduism and Buddhism with world class professors, and there was a lot of excitement. Everybody was reading the Gita and so on, and was about to go off to India.

In the midst of all this, I remember lying down in the middle of my room —this is something I used to do spontaneously, meditate by just lying down either on the floor or on my bed, which was interesting as later I discovered there was actually a history of this practice in Ancient Greece— but while I was lying down a voice said to me very clearly ‘if you go to India, you will never come back. But your work is to do with the West—it begins with the West, it ends with the West, and that is what you need to do.’ 

5. Discussing the striations & tribulations of the Right, i said to Sour Elf that the Alt-Lite (Sargon etc.) seem to me overwhelmingly smug & pompous, because they are really in the centre, and while corporate (Leftist) media would denounce Mr Sargon “can’t we all just get along” of Akkad as a Nazi, in truth he can smugly sit on his fat ass and say those to his left are extremists and those to his right are extremists, and he therefore occupies the reasonable, logical centre. Those on the Alt-Right are necessarily edgy because there is almost no one to their Right, and everyone regards them as bigots and, in the Golden One’s words, mad cunts. No one who is comfortable with the modern dispensation (rootless, atheist globalism) would be on the Alt-Right: it is not the place for normies, for people who crave security, comfort, social status. Sargon et al. can say that in the period 1950-2000 they would have been the political centre, but the Alt-Right are men out of time, men against their time. And if our degenerate world is to be transformed, it will be by those who stand outside of the world; those who would be regarded as outsiders and mad cunts by the belly-patting Southrons and fearful normies.

6. i’ve felt slightly different since Milleniyule and last night had some strange visionary dreams. i was reminded of my day at the Rune Guild conference 9 years ago, where seemingly just being in the same room as other occult oddballs opened a door in my mind, as if our collective view of the world created a briefly separate reality, in which wholly different energies were possible. i’ve occasionally had this experience one-on-one, e.g. at university, really the last time i was regularly able to talk to people who read real books. i’ve had, over the last 16 years, numerous NPC acquaintances who told me i read too much and should go to pubs and watch television and then i will be normal and get a good job;

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just as i now have NPC acquaintances tell me i shouldn’t drink gin or watch Youtube or wear my Swedish Army coat with such aplomb, or be an Anglo-Indian occultist. Anyone beyond the normal range suggests an alternative view and is therefore inherently threatening & alarming and must be either destroyed, dismissed, or converted to a grinning normie by forced ingestion of retard sandwiches.

7. i think there is a massively amplified imaginative reach when two or more vaguely like-minded people meet & talk. On a sociological level one could say that if you can discuss something with a group you come to feel it is socially acceptable, if only in this setting. On an occult level i would say that our imaginings bear their own force & form, and there is a non-linear augmentation when the idea is not limited to one, but rather shared by two or three or more. If one were to map the effect, i would put it thus:

It could be that the State on some level recognises the power of groups, that if people can be isolated, grumpily thinking their dark thoughts in their own heads, then the subversive elements can be rendered largely ineffective. Indeed, if the State can shut down alternative media, each isolated individual will probably just become bitter and angry and perhaps start to feel mad, since everywhere he looks he will see TV shows and newspaper articles applauding “diversity”, and he will wonder if anyone shares his opinions. However, as we saw in the Soviet Union reality catches up with us all, sooner or later; and i think even if alternative media is entirely destroyed and we’re left with normie platforms, the truth will out, one way or another.


1. i’m planning to visit my Alt-Lite colleague the Sour Elf tomorrow, to watch/listen to Milleniyule with Woes & The Golden One for optimal glory. i had the idea of going as Woes: growing my tramp beard, putting on a few kilos of fried Mars Bar fat, and wearing a bathrobe and drinking Coke and chain-smoking; she being blonde could attend the Temple of Iron to more closely resemble The Golden One,

however that may be too much to expect so we will probably just sit on her sofa and i will drink (being a sour Germand, she is abstinent) while she talks earnestly about tolerance and democracy and other highly abhorrent concepts.

2. Yesterday i bumped into an Irish colleague, let’s call her Mary since all Irish women are called Mary, she is short like a gnome and low energy, perpetually sighing and grumbling, a bad teacher and IRA sympathiser. She and her belligerently incoherent Irish husband visited Toddball for that American feast day in November and, in Toddball’s words, “they fucking stole everything, they brought tupperware boxes with them and all the leftovers, which I planned to give my kids, my fucking kids, the next day, ended up in those fucking Irish tupperware boxes.” i inquired, had the Irish brought anything to the American feast, and: “they brought potatoes. No man, don’t fucking laugh: potato fucking salad and some fucking potato tiramisu.”

So anyway i was in McLingua, and Mary was telling me about how her entire family are in the IRA, then she said how glad she was Roy Moore lost Alabama and how Trump had made America into the Third Reich, and she was meanwhile spitefully eating a 7 Euro salad and told me she had specifically requested a salad with separate dressing, and behold the salad arrived and it was drowned in dressing so she complained and the server duly made her another salad and gave the original salad to another customer for free. In her quaint Irish accent: “I said, Hey, why did you give him the fucking salad? Why don’t I get it for free? I should get it for free, not this fucking guy!”

i left but later wished i’d asked, Would it have been better if the server had thrown the original salad in the trash, so no one got anything for free?

i dare say it would have been better, for her.

3. On Wednesday i bumped into a quite pretty Satanist girl in the teacher room, 19 and never been baptized, teaches German and dyes her hair blue & purple. i first got talking to her when i noted a Leviathan/Satanic Cross on her jacket and asked, – Is that a Satanic cross?

We meet quite rarely; i have thought about asking her for an absinthe outside of work but am too lazy & fat & old so content myself with occasional chats when our paths cross at McLingua. On Wednesday she told me how she sometimes fantasizes about killing people when she’s walking through Munich. i’ve never thought about killing random people but then i’ve never been a Satanist or dyed my hair.

i recently came across a /pol thread, “are normies just NPCs?” Briefly, PCs are player characters, meaning in the game world a real human being is controlling their actions; NPC means non-player character, a character controlled by the computer, by a script. Some highlights of the thread:


i mentioned this thread to Satanist Girl and she vehemently agreed; i said that everyone has a script but perhaps normies are just much less flexible, much more terrified of altering their opinions; she said that normies aren’t even aware they have a script; i said that if you are aware of your script you can edit it, you can perceive your own character and at least try to change yourself.

People come to seem NPC when they become too predictable, for example if, over several years, every single communication features the word “Jew” or “Zionist” or “Israel” one starts to feel adrift in Baldur’s Gate, interacting over & over again with a computer script.

4. i got home and was watching an occult channel on Youtube, where the presenter spoke of our scripted reality, especially in media & politics and said one of the benignly startling things about the God Emperor is his tendency to go wildly off script, to misspell, to attack the mainstream script, to confuse & alarm normies.

On one level there are more or less visible forces are work – nations, ethnic groups, religions, ideologies. Beyond this, there is a scripted versus an unscripted reality. Our ubiquitous media has promoted the extent of the former to an unprecedented degree. Bearing an alternative script, however crudely, repetitively, & tediously, at least requires a degree of courage & obstinacy. The mainstream script – Drumpf is Hitler, globalism good, Muslims wonderful, Christianity bad, white race guilty – has tremendous force; and through the media it has become akin to a virus. One requires a degree of stubborn recalcitrance and even frowardness to reject the dominant script.

On a metaphysical level beyond politics, the structure of our conscious reality cannot be scripted: within the terms of human reality, human devisings cannot long exercise total determination, any more than a child can teach itself to talk. For the last generation or so we have inhabited a largely scripted reality, in which people talk like characters from Friends and The Big Bang Theory, mindlessly repeat what they hear on corporate media, and in general walk around market squares saying things like “howdy stranger, interested in a quest?” and “honest gold for honest work” and “an adventurer, eh?”

i look forward to increasing deviations from the “script”; the elites are in general all fully scripted and so aren’t really capable of engaging with a PC like Trump, a fact he exploits in his seeming craziness. It’s not even a question here of evil vs good: it’s the NPCs vs the PCs, the scripted vs the unscripted.

5. i feel it would be a mistake for the Alt-Right to become overly organised; it should remain largely decentralized, utterly unscripted – for one does not need a script to speak honestly. Replacing an utterly malign with a mostly benign script is not enough; and one can have group loyalty without mindlessly repeating the approved propaganda (even if said propaganda happens to be true).

At the moment there is a bit of a to-do in the Alt-Right with e.g. Varg (who is very much a party of one, or rather of himself and his wife & kids) denouncing the whole movement as a bunch of degenerates and Jews and childless women. My own feeling is that the very “diversity” of both Alt-Right & Alt-Lite is part of its power: on a social level, it’s ridiculous to claim that e.g. Milo Y (a gay Jew with a black boyfriend) is a Nazi; and then you have Alt-Righters like Millennial Woes (bisexual, had an Indian girlfriend); when Contrapoints (presumably a homosexual transvestite and i think some sort of Marxist) made this video attacking The Golden One:

the blonde Swedish beast responded with this masterpiece:

It is hard to fit such men into a script. Even Varg seems to me just, well, Varg. They deviate from the script because it does not apply, because they are human beings who i think reject not merely the mainstream script, but the idea of living within a script as a NPC. And that has its own power, regardless of politics, regardless even of morality – one could say it is beyond good and evil.

1. i’ve felt overwhelmingly Christmassy over the last week, the first time in years. Christmas was quite magical until i hit adolescence, and by the time i was 15 it had become merely an occasion for familial grief & loathing. There were few real Christmasses after that; indeed, only two as i recall:

i) 2000, when i was doing my Master’s, i visited a friend (called Billy Starling in The Better Maker) in Edinburgh, slept under a dress hung on the wall (worn by his mother once only for a reception in Abu Dhabi), stole a Christmas tree from a waste ground, and had a jolly time;

ii) 2008, where my Manchester landlady invited me to join her sons etc. and i experienced the kind of large & relatively peaceful family gathering one reads about in Victorian novels. There were crackers and a jolly dog called Charlie.

There have been other jolly Christmasses but i note this year an odd sense of “magic” in the air, such as one finds in Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising Sequence, and Sir Gawain & the Green Knight. 

Both of the above books are to do with magic and Arthurian myth, suggesting that one joins with the land and gods at this time, or can. Christmas today is a vile consumer event; but i think the traditionalist can take heart: were Christmas of no importance, it would not have been so systematically attacked; and i think one can extend this to all corruption – it is the stout tree which can bear the most extravagant rot.

2. In the last few weeks i’ve experienced increased occult synchronicities, examples of seeming telepathy, and visionary dreams & waking states. The sense of supernatural pressure operates across a broad front, e.g. i was doing my usual 3-circle Chi Kung yesterday and suddenly had a sense of a completed energetic circuit, after 13 years of on & off practice: it was a physical embodiment of assurance & oneness, as if i formed this circuit in my own body and this then reverberated with a greater order beyond.

We are, i believe, living in occult times. Many have speculated that Trump is an orange-haired idiot, others that he is playing 4d-chess. My own sense is that the man is intelligent but odd, with a brusque, highly-reactive character, existing in a state of permanent but managed instability: this makes him both highly unpredictable and highly adaptive. On the small scale he often seems inept (e.g. the Press Secretary business); and yet for the last year the American economy has been booming, his detractors are all turning out to be rapists & perverts, and he seems indeed to be Teflon Don. One could argue that he is a bumbling idiot who somehow become a billionaire and then Head of State of the most powerful country in the world because Putin is his best friend, and by chance things have worked out for him, but soon all will collapse and he will go to prison for offending the coastal elites. But some would argue that he is a Frederick the Great-tier genius.

My feeling is that he is riding the wave of the aforementioned sea change, that metaphysical forces are breaking the demonic order apart and he is benefiting from the cause he half-inadvertently serves. Not only do i not think he will be impeached; i think he will probably win 2020 and be remembered as one of the great dogsitters:

“The fact that she trusted me with that dog was amazing. Probably she shouldn’t have but it worked out.”

3. When i consider this broader influence, it seems to be one of compelled manifestation. i initially thought that Weinstein et al. had fallen foul of the higher elites; i now think that a metaphysical energy is surging through the West – in occult terms, it is that of the Tarot card, Judgement:

That which was weak and rotten will collapse; those who were sullied with demonic vice will be revealed; all will, as it were, stand naked before the severe angel. i believe this is a metaphysical force, perhaps a reaction against three generations of propaganda & deceit. For truth is itself a power – one reason the good magician lies rarely, if at all (and when he lies, he must know it is a lie; he must never for a moment come to believe his own deception).

The pervasive falseness of the mainstream account, over the last 70 years, has set up a natural reaction on a level well beneath the sociological and psychological. And when such deep forces emerge, they manifest in hysteria, in bizarre coincidences, in the supernatural, in new & inexplicable religious belief and fervour.

4. At this low-point in the natural cycle, close to longest night, the physical body is weak and the spirit is correspondingly strong, more astute & penetrating. Christmas is, in the Christian account, the entry point of the divine into this world – actually quite astounding, if you think about it in Christian terms, the first time the creator would be physically present, to everyone, since the beginning. And so it has a highly occult significance, which i think goes back to pagan days – to do with the land & the season; and so it should not surprise that e.g. the non-pagan Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol features supernatural visitations:

and it is simultaneously a time of earthly jollity & carousal & carnality & worldly splendour (the decorated tree); so Gawain:

Þis kyng lay at Camylot upon Krystmasse
With mony luflych lorde, ledes of þe best,
Rekenly of þe Rounde Table alle þo rich breþer,
With rych revel oryght and rechles merþes.
Þer tournayed tulkes by tymes ful mony,
Justed ful jolilé þise gentyle knightes,
Syþen kayred to þe court caroles to make.
For þer þe fest was ilyche ful fiften dayes,
With alle þe mete and þe mirþe þat men couþe avyse;
Such glaum ande gle glorious to here,
Dere dyn upon day, daunsyng on nyghtes,
Al was hap upon heghe in halles and chambres
With lordes and ladies, as levest him þoght.
With all þe wele of þe worlde þay woned þer samen,
Þe most kyd knyghtes under Krystes selven,
And þe lovelokkest ladies þat ever lif haden,
And he þe comlokest kyng þat þe court haldes;
For al was þis fayre folk in her first age,
on sille,
Þe hapnest under heven,
Kyng hyghest mon of wylle;
Hit were now gret nye to neven
So hardy a here on hille.

And into this earthly merriment cometh the Green Man:

For uneþe was þe noyce not a whyle sesed,
And þe fyrst cource in þe court kyndely served,
Þer hales in at þe halle dor an aghlich mayster,
On þe most on þe molde on mesure hyghe;
Fro þe swyre to þe swange so sware and so þik,
And his lyndes and his lymes so longe and so grete, 
Half etayn in erde I hope þat he were,
Bot mon most I algate mynn hym to bene,
And þat þe myriest in his muckel þat myght ride;
For of bak and of brest al were his bodi sturne,
Both his wombe and his wast were worthily smale,
And alle his fetures folwande, in forme þat he hade,
ful clene;
For wonder of his hwe men hade,
Set in his semblaunt sene;
He ferde as freke were fade,
And overal enker-grene.
In such matters, intuition is both the farthest-reaching guide, and the most liable to err; however, my present intuition is that much will be revealed over this Christmas period. The Angel of Judgement will enforce his will over the corrupt & evil, and this world will shake.

New Murdoch Murdoch video, featuring anime, Styxhexenhammer666, Razörfist, The Golden One, Angela Merkel, and Varg Vikernes. Oh, and Hitler.

1. On this video regarding Jordan Peterson, Millennial Woes remarks that in his almost complete dismissal of the group, Peterson is a typical baby boomer. i like Peterson; i see him as an honest man (albeit one who loves the shekels, but after all “we are not communists“), an intelligent man who has skilfully drawn from Jung and Piaget, among others – he is, however, in some ways typically New World and of his generation. He cannot understand why race is important; he is of that type who i would guess lives in a 99% white neighborhood, interacting almost wholly with whites, and the only sand peoples he encounters are educated & civil. Nothing in his background has awoken him to the reality of race, and i dare say he has carefully chosen a path which means he will not have to, and he can pompously hector and admonish those who object to being replaced in their ancestral homelands.

2. i’ve (hopefully) nearly finished editing my latest collection, Vocations, most of the work being 4.5, the temp memoir which makes up about half of the total word count. Re-reading it over & over again, i was today struck by how incredibly miserable & depressing these years seem in the memoir, and indeed were in real life. Given that the British economy was booming precisely in the years where i proved unemployable for all save the worst of office jobs, a normie would be excused for assuming i was deliberately sabotaging myself. It is, after all, hard to understand how an educated and more or less sane individual could fail to get a graduate job in those years.

i understand it now on different levels: on the most superficial, it was a combination of high qualifications in English Literature, no work experience, and my evidently introverted & eccentric character and inability to dissimulate. On a deeper level, the level to which i am forced when i consider the ill luck which dogged my every endeavour, i would say that i was born at odds with my age.

My soul seems inherently set against what St John calls “the world”; and the circumstances of each life create the conditions for such a character, for example i seem often born into outsider racial groups, with a highly dominant father, raised apart from the ordinary world, and so tend to see mostly the negative aspects of my age, to feel that i don’t really belong here, among these people, in this time.

As a result, in every life i recall (or know about through other means), i have not really been of my time, save in the most superficial aspects. This has given me an air of, at best, eccentricity, at worst the demonic. Many of my favourite Youtubers seem to share something of this quality, an inherent opposition to “the world”, whether they turn their backs on it entirely (Varg Vikernes)

seek to tend their garden in occult solitude with cats (Styxhexenhammer666)

or become chainsmoking unkempt fascist overlords in Jedi bathrobes (Millennial Woes).

3. In general, i note that people seem to be born with several simultaneous incarnations, usually in a similar area and at more or less the same time; they typically wait about a generation before being reborn, though there are always exceptions, e.g. someone i know of was apparently unincarnated for almost two millennia, others are instantly reborn; and probably some only have serial incarnations. Looking at our times, i see old school conservatives like Roger Scruton or Theodore Dalrymple or Peter Hitchens as very much of their time, men for whom religion seems of primarily social benefit; men of an elegiac tone. The most traditional of the lot, Scruton, always strikes me as a theorist and somewhat bloodless philosopher, as it were trying to recreate a world that was already dying when he was born.

i died a bit after the end of the war, and returned in 1976, so grew up in a different world to that of Scruton or Hitchens or Dalrymple, opposed to a different world. In a sense, i think it would have made no sense for me to be reborn in the 50s: i only seem born at times of cataclysmic change; that is, cataclysmic beyond even the cultural rot & invasion of the last 40 years.

4. i feel that things are changing now, very quickly, and what is to come will seem terrible to some. Such changes both require individuals, and have their own form & will. Those of the old dispensation will be akin to Mr Jones from Bob Dylan’s ‘Ballad of a Thin Man’:

You’ve been with the professors and they all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks
You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
You’re very well-read, it’s well-known
But something is happening here and you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

This change is not orchestrated by the elites. It is more of a sea change, though historically speaking certain individuals will play significant roles. This kind of seismic change tends to be accompanied by the following signs: bizarre synchronicities, deaths, odd & often catastrophic natural phenomena, widespread cultural/political movements which baffle and perplex the elites; and art of an inadvertently resonant nature.

My general feeling is that the new order will be of an evidently occult nature, that it will not merely consist of various Trumpian nationalist leaders, of financial collapse, race war, but of increasingly strange, supernatural occurrences; though i don’t expect the Rapture – it will be possible for the most normal of normies to go back to their Dawkins and say, with increasing desperation, “there’s a perfectly rational explanation for all of this!”

5. When i heard that Aidan Gillen and Tom Hardy were both to feature in Peaky Blinders Season 4, i rejoiced. Gillen plays a highly sinister gypsy killer called Aberama Gold, Hardy a Jewish gangster called Alfie Solomons. Now why Elberry, you may ask, does this matter, of what import is a British TV show in these dark days? It matters because of one of the works of art which contains in seed the cataclysm of our time: The Dark Knight Rises; and one of the most significant scenes thereof features Aidan Gillen as a CIA officer, and Tom Hardy as Bane.


CIA Gillen: Who are you?

Bane: It doesn’t matter who we are. What matters is our plan. No one cared who I was till I put on the mask.

Future scholars will study this 5-minute scene the way Housman studied Manilius. i prayed unto the Almighty, Oh Lord let Gillen and Hardy share a scene in Peaky Blinders, that is all i ask of life. And behold, my cry was heard:

Alfie: Tommy, when a pikey walks in with hair like that you’ve got to ask yourself, Have I made a mistake?

Aberama: Who the fuck are you?

Alfie: Who the fuck am I?

This is a sign. It is Happening. It is too late to prepare, if you do not already have tins and weapons and a Swedish Army coat and a tactical pen it is too late, i am sorry but there is no point even going outside – you will only be slain on the streets by marauders. By the time you read this your only option is to send me all your money via Patreon. You see, i am prepared. i have a lot of alcohol and a tactical pen and a Swedish Army coat, and canned food and tobacco and pipes, i also have a Sami dagger and more waistcoats than one man could reasonably ever wear. Your life is basically over because you did not listen to me when you had the chance, my life is just beginning, so i think the only reasonable course of action is to say to your loved ones, your partner, children, “look here, Elberry will have no work for 2 – 3 weeks over Christmas, he’s been averaging about 1200 Euros a month for the last year, the man is broke, and apparently It Is Happening so we’re all doomed because I don’t have a Swedish Army coat, so what I’m going to do is send ALL OF OUR MONEY to Elberry via Patreon, because we can’t use it, because we are unlikely to survive another 24 hours, and Elberry can use it because he is wise.”

1. Following this

rather fashy sci-fi speech from Millennial Woes (looking like a blackshirt till you realise he’s clad in lumberjack attire), Varg Vikernes made this video:

Thus Varg: “Technology is the Jesus of the atheists. All it means is that people are religious, atheists too – they just have another type of religion. And this religious nonsense fills the need for the impossible. If you want a hope for life on another planet, then I would guess the only hope we have is for rebirth on another planet. As a pagan, the question I ask is, Why do they want to go to some heavenly paradise? Why do they want to visit other planets? What’s wrong with life? What’s wrong with our own planet?”

2. According to Stephen Oppenheimer’s Out of Eden, human beings migrated from Africa about 72 millennial woes ago, spreading slowly over the entire planet and then evolving to form regional differences, what i would call races but the modern “man” would perhaps call ethnicities, if ze wouldn’t outright deny their existence.

i have no idea if this theory holds water since modern science is funded by the elites, but there is something peculiarly mesmerising about presumably small bands of grunting negroes (looking like diminutive Busta Rhymes) wandering out of Africa and, over, several millennia, getting as far as the Arctic and South America, and almost wholly changing their appearance through selective pressures & affinities.

i’m sure “natural selection” does occur, but i think we are also moulded by the land itself; the land on which we dwell has its own conscious force and we slowly conform to it. There is already an American “type” from Germanic/Mediterranean stock, big-boned, usually with small eyes – Toddball (a Bernie Bro) looks like Trump to my eyes, the same blocky head and build, small eyes. Naturally, to be on very alien territory would be to some degree traumatic for both the land and the human being; for the land it would register as an intrusion; for the human being a sense of alienation, animosity, indifference, to which he responds with anger and despair as we see with various ghetto cultures. The invader naturally loathes the countryside, old buildings, for they are inimical to his psycho-biological form; he instead forms ghettos within cities, to create an insulated, artificial world of kebab.

2.2 Exceptions: high IQ races (e.g. Jews, gooks, Indians) have less of a problem, but still naturally abhor nature. Mixed-race individuals (such as myself) seem to have a preponderance of mental/emotional disorders, and just from anecdotal evidence i note that interracial couples seem at higher risk of miscarriage. Of course, there can be advantages to it: for example, from my father (Brahmin ancestry) i have a functional brain and tendency to religious/ideological mania and priesthood, from my mother an Anglo-Saxon normalcy and incidentally a blood connection to the German gods – not that this is by any means an easy mingling of disparate potentials.

3. The idea of primitive human beings leaving their ancestral lands and expanding over the planet is fascinating and a little puzzling. The expansion was slow, so i suppose it was thus: a tribe got a bit too large; for hunting & gathering some started to move farther afield, setting up camp perhaps ten miles away, and then more or less permanently roaming that farther zone; over millennia they would end up exploring the planet. And yet, there seems something purposed and deliberate in the migration patterns, as if they were driven forth or drawn towards a land.

Typically, when resources are scant there is conflict, and the losers are either killed or driven forth. So were those of each migrating party the weak and vanquished? – does our ancestral sense of exile & failure & fall have this primal origin?

So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flashing sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. (Genesis 3, 24)

– that or, i imagine, the wayward and testosteronous, those of a Ulysses spirit:

 ‘O frati,’ dissi, ‘che per cento milia
perigli siete giunti a l’occidente,
a questa tanto picciola vigilia
d’i nostri sensi ch’è del rimanente
non vogliate negar l’esperïenza
di retro al sol, del mondo sanza gente.
Considerate la vostra semenza:
fatti non foste a viver come bruti,
ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza.’

‘O brothers,’ I said, ‘who through a hundred thousand perils have reached the west, to this so brief vigil of the senses that remains to us choose not to deny experience, in the sun’s track, of the unpeopled world. Take thought of the seed from which you spring. You were not born to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.”

(Inferno XXVI, 112-120, tr. John D. Sinclair)

And so, were “our” earlier ancestors typically the vanquished and the heroic?

4. In any case, i find it hard to imagine that in a primitive society the birth rate would so exceed mortality as to necessitate constant migration. Imagine if you grow up in a relatively benign climate; and what pressures would force you to migrate to a barren northern climate. Of course people didn’t migrate from e.g. modern Italy to modern Finland in one or even ten generations but when i consider populations biologically & culturally adapted to life in the Arctic, i feel that there is something beyond mere physical necessity at work here.

My feeling is that Mother Earth herself is a part of our human reality, that there is an ontological affinity between e.g. people or dogs or birds and this planet, and indeed parts of this planet. We are not isolated phenomena who just happen to be on this planet; if one takes the Hermetic maxim “as above, so below”, reality is fractal, and in a sense we are the Earth, and the Earth is us – and certain races are created by the land, to live there.

4.2 And i note, people often return to places they lived in previous incarnations; in one case, someone i knew in my first life (what is now south Iraq, about 5 millennia ago) was born & lived there his entire life fairly recently, and as far as i know the climate and demographics (not to mention culture) were totally different; it was as if the geographical location itself, that particular part of the planet, called to him.

5. On January 27 1959, nine young, experienced hikers set out to walk from Vizhay to Otorton, in the northern Ural mountains. When they failed to telegram their safe return, a search party was launched. Their bodies were found on 26 February, at what is now called the Dyatlov Pass after the group’s leader.

They had camped by Kholat Syakhl, a rounded hill/mountain 10 miles from their intended destination. The tent was found to be slashed open and empty, however the group’s clothes and belongings were still in the tent. Footprints (mostly barefoot) led away from the tent.

The searchers found two bodies by remnants of makeshift fire a few hundred meters away. Both bodies were barefoot and almost naked.

Three more bodies were found a few hundred meters away. From their position, it seemed they had been trying to return to the tent when they died; presumably of hypothermia since there were no injuries, though one had a small crack in his skull.

The remaining four were found in a snow-covered ravine. They wore more clothing, though not enough for a February winter in the mountains. They had fatal injuries (skull damage, chest fractures) though apparently no external wounds. One body was intact but her tongue was missing. Some of the clothing was found to be unusually radioactive.

The tent was found to have been cut open from the inside.

The investigators determined the deaths were caused by “calamity or overwhelming force”.

6. Donnie Eichar, in his book Dead Mountain, theorises that the symmetrical dome shape of Kholat Syakhl could have formed the frequent and ferocious winds into a Kármán vortex street, which would have sounded like freight trains suddenly roaring around the tent; in addition, infrasound could have caused physiological effects (headaches, dizziness) and extreme panic, causing the hikers to cut their own tent to escape.

Another (unrelated) body was found in the area last year.

For now, Eichar’s theory sounds plausible to a layman like me (i daresay a McCabe could perform his own experiments). My feeling is that, taking the Hermetic maxim, there could be a particular geographical effect which makes it imprudent to camp anywhere near Kholat Syakhl; and that this particular part of the planet is hostile to human life – actually the name is literally “dead mountain” in Mansi (the local tribe). The consciousness of the earth itself can take various forms; and as power attracts power it could be that non-physical conscious energies (demons, if you like) congregate in this area.

7. The whole planet is in a sense conscious, and we belong to it. Even the most anodyne and modern of cities is on a part of the Earth; even the most preposterous and cosmopolitan of men is a human being and part of the Earth. In the West the tendency has been to deny the enormous wild energies of e.g. whatever killed the Dyatlov group; to say “these are natural phenomena we can control or prevent”. But i would say: the same energies are in us also; they were once acknowledged and called e.g. elves or demons or gods; they were the leopards which become part of the ceremony. There is a darkness to the world & to us; an energy which can become savagely & broadly destructive, and it will become manifest to us, in time.

Since (surprisingly) readers wanted to know more about what i’m reading, here goes:

1. i’ve been very very slowly making my way through the King James from start to finish, am now on Exodus as Moses leads the ungrateful Jews through the desert. The mythic glow of Genesis is somewhat fading now, though there are enough odd moments to give one pause. Genesis remains inexhaustibly human & strange. The scene where Joseph’s brothers come as suppliants before him, and innocently tell of their father, imagining Joseph to be merely some great man among the Egyptians and not the brother they betrayed and lost, years ago:

And when Joseph came home, they brought him the present which was in their hand into the house, and bowed themselves to him to the earth.

And he asked them of their welfare, and said, Is your father well, the old man of whom ye spake? Is he yet alive?

And they answered, Thy servant our father is in good health, he is yet alive. And they bowed down their heads, and made obeisance.

And he lifted up his eyes, and saw his brother Benjamin, his mother’s son, and said, Is this your younger brother, of whom ye spake unto me? And he said, God be gracious unto thee, my son.

And Joseph made haste; for his bowels did yearn upon his brother: and he sought where to weep; and he entered into his chamber, and wept there.

(Genesis 43, 26-30)

Joseph’s youthful dreams of supremacy are here fulfilled but, as is the way of things, not as he would once have expected. For his brothers to call his father “thy servant”!

And from Book 8 of the Odyssey as the bard sings of the Trojan War, with the incognito Odysseus among the guests:

But when they had put from them the desire of food and drink, the Muse moved the bard to sing of warriors’ deeds, from that tale all knew, the quarrel of Odysseus and Achilles, son of Peleus, how they strove with furious words  […]

Thus sang the bard; but Odysseus hid his face under his cloak; for he was ashamed to weep before this company. And as the bard paused in his song, Odysseus wiped away his tears and pulled the cloak back, and taking the two-handled cup poured libations to the gods. 

The great Odysseus, hiding his fame & identity, is troubled & weeps hearing his own story told to him; and would conceal his tears, like Joseph (one could also mention Aeneas before the walls of Carthage, mentem mortalia tangunt).

2. Judah it was who decided not to slay Joseph out of hand, but rather to make some shekels and sell him to the slavers; and years later when Joseph demands that Benjamin become his captive, Judah protests:

Now therefore when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad be not with us; seeing that his life is bound up in the lad’s life;

It shall come to pass, when he seeth that the lad is not with us, that he will die: and thy servants shall bring down the gray hairs of thy servant our father with sorrow to the grave.

For thy servant became surety for the lad unto my father, saying, If I bring him not unto thee, then I shall bear the blame to my father for ever.

Now therefore, I pray thee, let thy servant abide instead of the lad a bondman to my lord; and let the lad go up with his brethren. 

For how shall I go up to my father, and the lad be not with me? 

(Genesis 44, 30-34)

It is in a sense an ordinary human story of fathers and sons and brothers and responsibility (Tolstoy-like); and inevitably, as the first book of the Christian Bible, one must note the pattern of sin and redemption – Judah of all people offering to take the place of Benjamin, to as it were remake and transform his betrayal of his other brother Joseph; and partner in this transformation – Joseph.

The story has a mythic multiplicity to it, something of the fractal nature of Paradise Lost or Hamlet as it is not merely Judah who is a sinner/redemptive figure, but also Joseph:

And he wept aloud: and the Egyptians and the house of Pharaoh heard.

And Joseph said unto his brethren, I am Joseph; doth my father yet live? And his brethren could not answer him; for they were troubled at his presence.

And Joseph said unto his brethren, Come near to me, I pray you. And they came near. And he said, I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt.

Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life. 

For these two years hath the famine been in the land: and yet there are five years, in the which there shall neither be earing nor harvest.

And God sent me before you to preserve you a posterity in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance.

(Genesis 45, 2-7)

The vain boaster & polisher Joseph has, through years in the pit, become an archegos (i vaguely recall the Greek used in the Epistle of the Hebrews can, among other things, refer to a sailor who would swim to shore with a rope, to guide the boat safely in). One could also compare his brothers’ consternation to the uncanny aspect of the Risen Christ, who is in some way both familiar & unrecognisable:

And as they thus spake, Jesus himself stood in the midst of them, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.

But they were terrified and affrighted, and supposed that they had seen a spirit.

And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?

(Luke 24, 36-38)

3. Anyway, i dare say all of the above has been amply noted by others, over the last few centuries, but that is the way of things.

Hopefully this will work. So: i have usually several ideas i could blog about and just select whatever is foremost when i sit down and feel like blogging. Since i disabled comments i have almost no feedback, which is fine but it wouldn’t take much effort for me to alter my focus a little so i’ve created this poll.

i’m testing polls and whatnot.

1. i remember – but am unable to locate – a passage in one of David Gemmell’s (post-apocalyptic Western) Jon Shannow books, where the eponymous anti-hero debates pacifism and religion. Shannow is a man of the Bible who slaughters bandits and the unrighteous with his Wild West-era guns. It vexes me to be unable to locate the passage, but as i recall it, Shannow is talking to some pacifist type who asks him, when the Israelites, the followers of your god, killed every man, woman, and child in Jericho, which side would you have been on? And Shannow replies that he would have defended the Canaanites against his own god.

2. i have a South African colleague who relocated to Germany after enterprising negroes broke into a house where he was staying with his pregnant wife and small child, tied them up and demanded to know where the money was kept. He managed to convince them that he was only a guest and perhaps these were relatively amiable robbers for, in his words “they let us go. Normally they rape the women and kill the men.”

3. i’ve for a while been conflicted about the sand people takeover of Europe: on the one hand Europe is the ancestral home of the whites and the sand peoples are invaders. On the other hand, until our current Great Replacement the English were mostly Anglo-Saxon with some Viking blood (Norman and otherwise). Could one argue that since the whites’ distant ancestors stole the land from the Celts one and a half millennia ago, it’s fine for Iraqis and Somalians and Pakistanis to swarm into England, raping white girls and eventually taking over the entire country by force? And what of the white South Africans? Obviously, without whites Africa will relapse completely into a Liberia or Baltimore-style hell, but could one argue that the whites have a right to be there?

4. i decided that one needs to discard any notion of rights or fairness in such matters. Rights are for legal agreements only, e.g. if i pay for a product i have the right to receive it as advertised. Fairness makes no sense at all on the large scale. i don’t resent Arabs and Pakistanis and negroes taking over Europe because it’s in some way unfair; it is not a question of fair or unfair, though of course one could cite welfare & crime statistics to make an argument for their physical removal. The real question is simply: you want to invade our land, we don’t want you here. The stronger will prevail.

5. The fairness argument isn’t so much childishly Christian as inappropriate on the large scale. If i find 2 Euros on the bus and then later meet the person who dropped it, i think it would be fair for me to give him or her 2 Euros, and it would be a bit shitty not to. If i meet someone my father stole from, and if i inherited my father’s sadly non-existent sacks of gold, it would be fair to reimburse the victim, though i think i could be excused for keeping my gold for pipes & whisky since i didn’t consent to, or have knowledge of, the original crime.

The further back this goes, the less i feel that one can talk of fair or unfair, e.g. if an ancestor of mine, in the Saxon invasions 1600 years ago, stole loot from a comrade and used it to become a minor lord, and i am now extremely rich, i would feel it absurd for the victim’s descendant to demand recompense.

6. In a sense i don’t even blame the invaders: they see a soft, feminized culture and a generous welfare system, and a complaisant and indeed compliant police force, and have ambitions to become, at the least, akin to American negroes living pleasantly off welfare & blaming the White Devil for everything; and realistically they can probably hope to take Europe over and impose Sharia law, not a clitoris unshorn from Galway to Berlin, by Allah.

i wouldn’t trouble too much about whether it’s right or wrong. On the large scale, fairness is just posturing. The invaders have no less a right to dominate Europe than had the Anglo-Saxons against whom fought rex quondam rexque futurus. The only difference, i suppose, is that the Normans/Vikings and Anglo-Saxons and Celts were not such dissimilar ethnic groups or cultures and so while much was lost in each conquest it was more like the Alsace-Lorraine question – Germans and French look quite different to my eye, and their culture seems very different, but at the end of the day i don’t think you can compare it to the Pakistanis taking over Yorkshire.

7. When the next financial crash wipes away the middle class and reduces welfare to the bare minimum, i imagine talk of fairness and human rights will be swiftly discarded. At that point i think the Europeans will accept any means to remove kebab, and nobody will talk of fairness anymore – only of efficiency.

Luckily, the Germans can be quite efficient, when they set their minds to it.

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