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Came across this by chance:

An incongruous pairing, the Red Hot Chili Peppers and a Simon & Garfunkel song.

Some other incongruous, interesting works:

1. Beethoven’s Piano Sonata 32, opus 111. It would have been composed about 1821, when Kierkegaard was 8, Jane Austen was a few years dead, Joseph Smith had conceived Mormonism, and Napoleon was dying or just dead at last.

2. Terrence Malick’s The Thin Red Line. Malick’s films have otherwise been plotless Catholic meditations, beautiful and generally incoherent and dreamy. The Thin Red Line is a war film. It features Nick Nolte. i fell to thinking on beauty & art recently, and was trying to think of genuinely beautiful works in my lifetime; there are isolated songs here & there but it is mostly to be found in TV & film, in cinematography & soundtrack, in technique. The Thin Red Line, as with Krzysztof Kieślowski’s Trois couleurs trilogy, is a fusion of technique & significance – both works, incidentally, from the late 90s.

3. A letter from Sir Philip Sidney to Stefan Molyneux. Rather surprising for two reasons, number one: Molyneux was born a few centuries after Sidney, number two: Sidney is so decorous and genteel a poet, this takes one a little aback:

Mr. Molineux

Few words are best. My letters to my father have come to the eyes of some. Neither can I condemn any but you for it. If it be so, you have played the very knave with me; and so I will make you know, if I have good proof of it. But that for so much as is past. For that is to come, I assure you before God, that if ever I know you do so much as read any letter I write to my father, without his commandment, or my consent, I will thrust my dagger into you. And trust to it, for I speak in earnest. In the mean time farewell. From court, this last of May, 1578.

                    By me,

                                  Philip Sidney

Here is a picture of Sir Philip Sidney:

Rather Varg Vikernes-esque:

And here is Varg Vikernes talking, in his decorous genteel way about stabbing:

4. Tolstoy’s Hadji Murad. i don’t really like Tolstoy, though i certainly admire his writings; i haven’t read much of his work (War & Peace, Anna K, some of his short stories): but Hadji Murad is superb and lacks the hectoring digressions & overt moralizing i didn’t like in Tolstoy’s other works, or if it had them i somehow didn’t notice. It opens with a thistle:

I was returning home by the fields. It was midsummer, the hay harvest was over and they were just beginning to reap the rye. At that season of the year there is a delightful variety of flowers — red, white, and pink scented tufty clover; milk-white ox-eye daisies with their bright yellow centers and pleasant spicy smell; yellow honey-scented rape blossoms; tall campanulas with white and lilac bells, tulip-shaped; creeping vetch; yellow, red, and pink scabious; faintly scented, neatly arranged purple plaintains with blossoms slightly tinged with pink; cornflowers, the newly opened blossoms bright blue in the sunshine but growing paler and redder towards evening or when growing old; and delicate almond-scented dodder flowers that withered quickly. I gathered myself a large nosegay and was going home when I noticed in a ditch, in full bloom, a beautiful thistle plant of the crimson variety, which in our neighborhood they call “Tartar” and carefully avoid when mowing — or, if they do happen to cut it down, throw out from among the grass for fear of pricking their hands. Thinking to pick this thistle and put it in the center of my nosegay, I climbed down into the ditch, and after driving away a velvety bumble-bee that had penetrated deep into one of the flowers and had there fallen sweetly asleep, I set to work to pluck the flower. But this proved a very difficult task. Not only did the stalk prick on every side — even through the handkerchief I wrapped round my hand — but it was so tough that I had to struggle with it for nearly five minutes, breaking the fibers one by one; and when I had at last plucked it, the stalk was all frayed and the flower itself no longer seemed so fresh and beautiful. Moreover, owing to a coarseness and stiffness, it did not seem in place among the delicate blossoms of my nosegay. I threw it away feeling sorry to have vainly destroyed a flower that looked beautiful in its proper place. 

“But what energy and tenacity! With what determination it defended itself, and how dearly it sold its life!” thought I, remembering the effort it had cost me to pluck the flower.

and 200 pages later:

The enemy, whooping and screeching as they ran from bush to bush, were getting nearer and nearer. Hadji Murad was hit by another bullet in the left side. He lay down in the ditch and plugged the wound with another piece of wadding from his jacket. This wound in his side was mortal and he felt that he was dying. One after another images and memories flashed through his mind. Now he saw the mighty Abununtsal Khan clasping to his face his severed, hanging cheek and rushing at his enemies with dagger drawn; he saw Vorontsov, old, feeble and pale with his sly, white face and heard his soft voice; he saw his son Yusuf, Sofiat his wife, and the pale face, red beard and screwed up eyes of his enemy Shamil.

And these memories running through his mind evoked no feelings in him, no pity, ill-will or desire of any kind. It all seemed so insignificant compared to what was now beginning and had already begun for him. But his powerful body meanwhile continued what it had started to do. Summoning the last remnants of his strength, he lifted himself above the rampart and fired his pistol at a man running towards him. He hit him and the man fell. Then he crawled completely out of the ditch and, with his dagger drawn and limping badly, went straight at the enemy. Several shots rang out. He staggered and fell. A number of militiamen rushed with a triumphant yell towards his fallen body. But what they supposed was a dead body suddenly stirred. First his bloodstained, shaven head, its papakha gone, then his body lifted; then, holding on to a tree, Hadji Murad pulled himself fully up. He looked so terrifying that the advancing men stopped dead. But suddenly he gave a shudder, staggered from the tree, and like a scythed thistle fell full length on his face and moved no more.

Tolstoy would have liked the Horus Heresy books, and most likely Varg.

5. Plato – Symposium and Phaedrus. i’m currently laboriously reading my dreary way through Plato and find him almost unreadably sophistic, disingenuous, self-deluded. The early dialogues at least do little more than show how language can be used for anything (post-modernism); the later are hectoring totalitarian treatises. But Phaedrus & Symposium are something wholly different, free of the directionless pedantry of the early dialogues, and the schoolmasterly fingerwagging of the later works, i would almost say Plato stole them but they seem in a sense very Platonic; as if he reworked them through his own interest. An odd parallel perhaps, but it puts me in mind of The Empire Strikes Back, a film which is so perfect, in spite of its context (a fairly interesting sci-fi trilogy, otherwise uninteresting scriptwriters & director), i am inclined to credit the Almighty intervened directly in its creation.

 

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1. Did yet another edit of Vocations and The Better Maker this week, hideous labour so when i absolutely couldn’t take any more i read The Genius Famine by Bruce Charlton and Edward Dutton. It’s an excellent work. Charlton/Dutton observe that we no longer live in an age of geniuses, but rather of minor talents, men and occasionally women who tinker with ideas & inventions of a vanished age.

The authors define genius by: intelligence, intuitive creativity and long-term self-motivation. Real intelligence (correlated with reaction time) is diminishing:

…there has been a large and important decline in the average intelligence of Western populations over the past century and more. In every day terms; the academics of the year 2000 were the school teachers of 1900, the school teachers of the year 2000 would have been the factory workers (the average people) of 1900, the office workers and policemen of 2000 were the farm labourers of 1900, while the low level security guards and shop assistants of 2000 were probably in the workhouse, on the streets or dead in 1900.

The substantial long-term unemployed or unemployable, chronically sick or physically/ psychologically disabled, dependent ‘underclass’ of 2000, simply didn’t exist in 1900.

The obvious cause is mutation accumulation, as reduced infant mortality and sub-normal fertility for high-IQ women results in a dysgenic, Idiocracy-style survival of the dumbest. In addition, there are cultural forces – the genius is characteristed by an endogenous personality type:

The genius must combine the inner orientation of the contemplative – in order to find his own problem, the problem he is destined to work on; with an inner motivation towards action directed to solving this problem. He must desire to translate understanding into engagement; not just to contemplate reality, but to ‘solve’ reality.

So, something deep within the genius – and not the promise of an external reward – makes him want to fully comprehend or improve or express the nature of reality. Because his motivation comes from within, and he is focused upon a problem which also comes from within, the genius is not easily discouraged; his drive will enable him – will indeed compel him – to keep pushing and pushing, even when support is withdrawn or he is met by discouragement and failure.

Our society changed at some point in my early years, so the endogenous, self-motivated personality came to be regarded as freakish and abnormal; the exogenous is the norm and indeed the only acceptable personality type, what Charlton/Dutton call the Head Girl:

The stereotypical Head Girl is an all-rounder: performs extremely well in all school subjects and has a very high ‘Grade Point Average’ as it is termed in the USA. She is excellent at sports, Captaining all the major teams. She is also pretty, popular, sociable and well-behaved.

The Head Girl will probably be a big success in life, in whatever terms being a big success happens to be framed (she will gravitate towards such aspects of life) – so she might in some times and places make a good marriage and do a great job of raising a family; in another time and place she might go to a top-notch college and get a top-notch job – and pursue a glamorous and infertile lifestyle of ‘serial monogamy’; with desirable mates.

But the Head Girl is not, cannot be, a creative genius. The genius is pretty much everything the Head Girl is not. He (or she) is lop-sided in his abilities – truly excellent at some things or maybe just one thing, he is either hopeless or bored by many others. He won’t work hard for long periods at things he does not want to do. He will not gravitate to the prestige areas of life and cannot, or will not, do the networking necessary to get-on.

The Head Girl can never be a creative genius because she does what other people want by the standards they most value. She will work harder and at a higher standard in doing whatever it is that social pressure tells her to do – and she will do this by whatever social standards prevail, only more thoroughly. Meanwhile the creative genius will do what he does because he must.

The reader may impatiently ask, Is not the world a finer place with Head Girls? Is it not better without men like Conrad, Nietzsche, Blake, Joyce, Yeats, Dickens, Milton? – without Einstein, Newton, Faraday, Tesla, Mendel, Pasteur? Charlton/Dutton however argue:

In the face of a potentially fatal social problem an individual with the Endogenous personality offers the possibility (but of course there is no guarantee) of a novel ‘breakthrough’ answer. For instance, in the face of the prospect of annihilation by the environment, or by another group – a situation in which the group is doomed unless there is a breakthrough; perhaps some new technology, some socially-unifying art or form of religion, some way of extracting more resources per unit area, some new weapon or defence. For this kind of creative solution, a genius is needed.

If a whole society was composed of genius-type people, it could not function – indeed it would not be a society. But if it altogether lacked Endogenous personalities, then it would only grow very slowly (perhaps by incremental trial and error – which doesn’t always yield an answer to novel problems) and would be at greater risk of being wiped-out by natural forces or group competition.

The minor talents of today seem to largely tinker and occasionally hit on solutions by trial & error; the genius foresees an otherwise unimaginable solution. In Schopenhauer’s terms:

Das Talent gleicht dem Schützen, der ein Ziel trifft, welches die übrigen nicht erreichen können; das Genie dem, der eins trifft, bis zu welchem sie nicht einmal zu sehen vermögen.

Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.

And this brings us to the cultural problem, a kind of Baldwin effect: as genius wanes, bureaucracy waxes, and the bureaucrat is always inimical to the unexpected and the excellent:

Modern society is, of course, run by Head Girls, of both sexes (plus a smattering of charming or charismatic psychopaths), hence there is no assigned place for the creative genius. Modern colleges aim at recruiting Head Girls, so do universities, so does science, so do the arts, so does the mass media, so does the legal profession, so does medicine, so does the military. And in doing so, except insofar as they make errors, they filter-out and exclude even the possibility of creative genius.

The more e.g. universities trumpet their century-old alumni and research, the less they would be likely to give such alumni the time of day, the more likely that a 21st-Century Newton wouldn’t even pass his undergraduate degree, let alone get a teaching/research post. That is i think fine for literature or philosophy but it’s hard to imagine a modern scientific genius finding the time or resources to achieve much after working all day at minimum wage data entry, which is all he would be likely to be able to do.

Charlton & Dutton sketch out a framework within which – even if mutation accumulation is unlikely to reverse – geniuses could at least be selected rather than spurned & persecuted:

The framework is that talent-with-potential (typically, high technical ability in a context of the Endogenous personality) is being discovered then developed to a point where the talent can take-over its own development. The apprentice would need to find, and trust, a Master (who would himself need to be an Endogenous personality). The Master would need to want to find, and work with, the best apprentices. And the Masters would be in control of the system (not Head Girls or bureaucrats or committees). Because only the Masters can perceive what is going-on – can perceive the difference between mere high ability and the potential for creative genius. But aside from that, there is no ‘system’. No formal requirements. No standard progression. No accreditation of any significance.

This is more or less how things worked in the past, e.g. Bertrand Russell & Wittgenstein. It was clear to everyone that Russell was highly intelligent & educated, and at least in 1910 a man of genius; and so he had the power to patronise a 22-year-old Austrian aeronautics engineer who was interested in philosophy. Neither Russell nor Wittgenstein would have a chance today. As Charlton/Dutton conclude:

The above may sound all too privileged for the already-privileged, terribly elitist, very esoteric. It is a statement of the need for special treatment for special people. And it sees talent and the potential for genius as essentially innate. If you haven’t got it you can’t do it; and even if you have, you probably won’t. It asks for everything that modern culture despises, and indeed regards as immoral.

Furthermore, this is anti-democratic, anti-popular, and aristocratic. High intellectual ability is itself very rare, but high ability in the context of an Endogenous personality is rarer still. The process of finding Boy Geniuses is about searching for a very few diamonds among great heaps of (useful) coal – but with a distracting and deceptive proportion of gaudy ‘costume jewellery’ (pretend diamonds, pseudo-geniuses) taking the form of un-creative skill and fake creativity.

In conclusion, if modern society was concerned with its own continuation – which very clearly it is not, being instead self-loathing and covertly devoted to its own extinction – then something of this kind would need to occur to locate and empower sufficient numbers of geniuses to maintain the frequent and relevant breakthroughs necessary to enable continued growth in efficiency and capability.

But, overall, it seems that we have to accept that Western civilization will decline. It is, essentially, inevitable. 

2. About ten years ago i noted that as technological civilisation developed, people became more barbarous, more stupid, more degenerate and incurious and primitive. Earlier this week i taught at an engineering company that is experimenting with AI, and we discussed self-driving cars and an automated society. More & more of our civilisation is run by computers, by advanced technologies; and meanwhile fewer & fewer people can maintain, let alone fully understand or develop these technologies. The collapse of the diversity bridge is a good symbol for our times. If the God Emperor indeed sends the US Army Corps of Engineers to shift from Greencastle Indiana and construct the Wall, i imagine it will stand up to a fair bit of burrito barrage & taco tornado.

But i digress. Varg has repeatedly prophesied a total collapse: because so many today are almost wholly reliant on high technologies we are largely incapable of understanding, we will indeed swiftly perish if there is a “reset”. i’m not as gleefully gloomy as Varg, but in truth the situation does not look good: as technologies become more extensive & pervasive & ubiquitous, and increasingly complex, and real intelligence declines, and genius disappears completely, it is not difficult to envisage a situation where almost nobody can maintain our technological systems, but we can’t live without them. Imagine a future where all non-self-driving cars are banned, no one knows how to drive, where you need a Government-approved license to take public transport, and all buses, trains, trams, are operated by a computer – and then something goes wrong because the complexity of the software surpasses the competence of the programmers.

3. In a previous life i was lucky (i suppose) to know several geniuses: they were then more easily located in certain institutions. i was thinking of one of these the other day, a young man when i knew him – he had a (to me) overwhelming sense of being driven, pushed on by a kind of spur; he had a restless energy and commitment to what he was good at. In this life, i’ve met many highly intelligent & talented people but almost no one with that drive. At university i met people i thought could be geniuses, but none have come to anything – they all lacked what Charlton/Dutton call the endogenous personality, the drive i recall from the young man i knew in my last life. All the talented people i’ve known in this life are the kind who pick things up, toy with them for a while, then get bored and forget about it.

i don’t know if that sense of being perpetually spurred on is genetic, or if it is purely cultural. Probably a mixture of both; today, one needs incredible adversity and/or some kind of appalling lengthy breakdown (what Woes calls the Abyss) to persevere on one’s path. This serves as an initiatory ordeal, as in the Grímnismál; there is a certain personality type which results: it can be highly aggressive & sensitive, but has a core of stubborn individuality.

4. If there are geniuses alive today, i can’t think of any. In music, i have liked some individual songs but they seem broadly dispersed so one band will have a couple of good songs then fizzle out (compare with the Rolling Stones, Beatles, or Bob Dylan in the 60s/70s). In literature i still think Blood Meridian and the Border Trilogy are great but the last is now 20 years old; i liked Michael Ondaatje’s The English Patient but everything he wrote after that is disappointing. i can’t think of a poet in my lifetime i would hold up to Yeats or TS Eliot. i gather there are some modern philosophers but doubt they could compare with Camus or Wittgenstein or Heidegger. The exception is cinema and TV, for example True Detective (Season 1) struck me not merely for its technical competence but for a quality that distinguished it from even great series like The Sopranos, Deadwood, Twin Peaks: a compression and exactness and sense of utter fusion of form and content, as with The Waste Land – it was hard to imagine it being created by human beings with cameras and a script and sandwiches; it seemed somehow foreordained, to have emerged from the universe, whole & just so.

That is the mark of real creation; the unprecedented, that which one cannot imagine otherwise. In a sense, it is no catastrophe if we have no more great art; we would always have the past – but if things continue on our current path we will have a future where almost no one can even comprehend the past, where almost no one can read, where classical music is perceived as random noise; and then, finally, a “reset” as civilisation collapses and almost the entire human race dies out in racial conflict and famine and disease.

 

1. i was teaching my JobCentre class today, was compelled to do “icebreaker”, wrote it on the board and said: “Anyone know what this is?” and then when someone managed “ja it is to talk to first in party” i said: “Good. It’s a way to start a conversation with people. It’s also a kind of ship which is designed to clear a path through ice.”

Blank stares.

i continued: “The Russians have the only known nuclear-powered icebreakers.”

Blank stares.

i continued: “Did you know Stalin apparently called Hitler the icebreaker for the revolution?”

A Russian MILF’s eyes twinkled. A Spanish hottie stirred, admiring my Franco moustache. The Germans looked curious.

i continued: “So Hitler could make a good icebreaker in a party. You’re standing there with your Schnitzel and your beer and you want to talk to a hot babe so you say, Hey uh, um, ah and she stares at you and says, Ja? Und? Was wollen Sie?

So you say, Uh, well, what about that Hitler, eh?

The Spanish hottie laughed: “That is verboten!”

Then she admired my Franco ‘stache.

2. Mysterious forces are afoot. One of my favourite 4chan drops, a few months ago:

I saw Barron Trump at a grocery store in Washington yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.

He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Diet Cokes in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Mr. President, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be busy and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the cans and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at himself in the mirror. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each can and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

3. What is this all about? Let’s find out.

1. It has often struck me that Social Justice Warriors, that is, rabid Leftist vermin, are Margery Kempe-style Christian degenerates in need of a good beating. The SJWs espouse:

i) the Original Sin of being any of the following: white, male, non-tranny, heterosexual; i.e. almost everyone on the planet

ii) penance through groveling

iii) acts of demented devotion

iv) crusades against the unbeliever; burning of witches; Satan (Hitler/Donald Trump)

All in all, highly diverting.

2. In an earlier age the SJWs would have been loudly pious, venomous Christians, whitened sepulchers. i’ve been pondering the need to virtue signal, why almost everyone at some point is driven to show their approved intentions & attitudes.

The inveterate virtue signalers i think feel themselves to be wicked, and accordingly project strenuously “correct” opinions and attitudes as compensation; an obsessive washing of dirty spiritual hands. All the ardent Left-wingers i know – the ones who keep on about evil Nazis and racists and Donald Trump – are messed-up people, mostly women, at least one has been diagnosed with the Borderline personality disorder and another fits most of the Borderline characteristics. It’s one thing to feel the world makes little sense as it is; or to oppose the destruction of European civilisation; as Millennial Woes said, fringe movements attract troubled people:

…but when i as it were shut my worldly eyes and consider the spiritual quality of an individual, every Leftist believer i know has a nihilistic, hate-filled energy and leaves a trail of destruction & ruined lives in her wake; my Leftist acquaintances have their good qualities but these are very much islands of decency in an ocean of violence and nihilistic rage. Hypocrisy? or perhaps glimpses of what the Leftist could have been, had she not chosen this grim path.

These people seem fuelled by a broiling violence & hatred; and so the Left suits them very much, calling as it does for the destruction of pretty much everything, and allowing its adherents to regard themselves as virtuous and noble warriors of light, and not as, well, this:

In days of yore they would have bought indulgences from the Pope, gone on crusade, or worn their hairshirts in public, silver cilice on thigh, loudly denouncing witches and screaming about Hell till pelted into silence with dung and rotten turnips. They seek, through officially “good” actions & words, to dispel their accurate sense of being totally worthless and evil.

In our society, to be perceived as “good” one need only denounce Donald Trump, call for uncontrolled mass immigration and the wholesale destruction of Western civilisation – and so they do. None of this is virtuous, and so their original sense of being evil is merely intensified, even as they tell themselves “look what a good person I really am! I just wrote an angry Facebook post about Evil Hitler Trump! I love Muslim orphan children from Syria!”

3. When the world changes, i think it will be something both familiar & unprecedented. As Bruce Charlton wrote:

By such an account a large majority of the current population would certainly die – one way or another (from some combination of starvation, violence and/or disease); the exact number at any timepoint depending on how long a surplus people could live-off capital accumulation, compared with the effect of a currently lower level of human ‘fitness’ than 200 years ago, due to eight generations of dysgenic breeding and mutation accumulation.

Or we could take a wider and more religious-spiritual view; from which such matters are subject to divine influence and plans – the effect of which depends on perspective. I personally believe that (for various reasons, some material, others spiritual) we cannot ‘revert’ to a traditionalist economy or religion. That is: we cannot ‘re-set’ to any earlier type of society.

So I would say – neither the sterile-Leftists nor the fertile-traditionally-religious will win; but what will emerge is something new and unforeseen.

In other words, the eventual ‘survivors’ will be different and will live differently from anything which has been seen before on earth.

Most normal people already regard the Left as a group of dangerous lunatics (the elites do not represent the rest of the population). i see the Left, especially the Social Justice Warriors, as something of a bellwether of destruction; i don’t agree that they dominate the media & politics & even companies like Google simply because of (((connivings))) within the Materium. Malign non-human intelligences are at work in the Immaterium, and Leftists are variously under the sway of this demonic possession.

4. Madness seems on the rise, like rape in Sweden. As with Sweden it is probably in part a matter of more scrupulous reporting; but as with Sweden i think there is a real, disturbing phenomenon (dementia and Alzheimers are also now the main cause of death for women in the UK). If the body is greatly influenced by the mind, the latter is likewise subject to the spirit, and spirit to forces we once called demons, angels, gods. There is something wrong with the fabric of the Immaterium.

5. My feeling is that when the next economic crisis hits, the material destitution and widespread violence (millions of military age sand peoples on the loose, plus a sizeable native underclass) will trigger extensive, substantial psychic disturbances. Demons of various allegiance will manifest, as will gods.

So Jung, in 1936:

It was not in Wotan’s nature to linger on and show signs of old age. He simply disappeared when the times turned against him, and remained invisible for more than a thousand years, working anonymously and indirectly. Archetypes are like riverbeds which dry up when the water deserts them, but which it can find again at any time. An archetype is like an old watercourse along which the water of life has flowed for centuries, digging a deep channel for itself. The longer it has flowed in this channel the more likely it is that sooner or later the water will return to its old bed.

The Materium will become the killing ground of the gods.

6. The irreligious, the belly-patting polishers, the hysterical and insane will no doubt suffer greatly in this time, for various reasons. Those with little or no stake in the world, like Varg Vikernes, will psychologically-speaking do just fine; indeed, i recall ten years ago in Leeds & Manchester, taking the bus to work and my occasional vertiginous sense that this bustling city was scheduled for destruction:

and so while i’m not exactly looking forward to leaving my quiet life of gin and teaching and tobacco, and embracing mass murder and collective insanity and demonic possession and cannibalism and rape, i’ve been expecting it for a while now and it’s best to get it over with.

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.

1. The Golden One recently said, apropos a video of Varg’s about having muscles “when shit hits the fan” that we’ve been at war since 1945. It’s a little disingenuous as “shit hits the fan” means total anarchy, no public transport, no gym membership, no guaranteed access to nutrition (including protein). However, something certainly changed in our world in 1945.

2. Two quotations.

The news today about ‘Atomic bombs’ is so horrifying one is stunned. The utter folly of these lunatic physicists to consent to do such work for war-purposes: calmly plotting the destruction of the world! Such explosives in men’s hands, while their moral and intellectual status is declining, is about as useful as giving out firearms to all inmates of a gaol and then saying that you hope ‘this will ensure peace’. But one good thing may arise out of it, I suppose, if the write-ups are not overheated: Japan ought to cave in. Well we’re all in God’s hands. But He does not look kindly on Babel-builders. 

(J.R.R. Tolkien to Christopher Tolkien, 9 August 1945)

 

Die hysterische Angst, die die Öffentlichkeit jetzt vor der Atom-Bombe hat, oder doch ausdrückt, ist beinahe ein Zeichen, daß hier einmal wirklich eine heilsame Erfindung gemacht worden ist. Wenigstens macht die Furcht den Eindruch einer wirklich wirksamen bittern Medizin. […]  Denn alles, was ich meinen kann, ist doch nur, daß die Bombe das Ende, die Zerstörung, eines gräßlichen Übels, der ekelhaften, seifenwäßrigen Wissenschaft, in Aussicht stellt. Und das ist freilich kein unangenehmer Gedanke; aber wer sagt, was auf eine solche Zerstörung folgen würde?

The hysterical fear following the Atom Bomb, or rather, the expressed fear, almost suggests we have here a truly wholesome bitter medicine. […] Because my thought here is, the Bomb will bring to an end, utterly destroy, a loathsome evil: our modern Science. Not an unwelcome prospect by any means, and besides who can say what would be born from such destruction? 

(Wittgenstein, notebooks 1946, my translation)

3. i note that Spain is acting to Catalonia as the EU to Britain and every member state. Last year, apropros Brexit, a fat rabbit student and IT geek (they all seem enormously overweight) said if we take my independence logic to its conclusion, Bavaria would separate from Germany, Niederbayern from Oberbayern, etc. i suppose there is a natural coherence which can unify disparate peoples and places, but it is a delicate and uncertain thing. Since 1945 we’ve inhabited a world of power blocks, and the gradual destruction of individual cultural difference. The belly-patting Southron manager and fat rabbit type would scoff and say Britain loves to be in the EU but actually i think if the defining group is drawn too large the individual ceases to feel any affinity to his supposed category. Naturally, fat rabbits, Southrons and Volvo-drivers could not understand this: for them, the economy is all and the genetic base or culture is, at best, a minor talking point at a nice little dinner party.

Tolkien was right to describe our new overlords as Babel-builders. They are innately atheist, supposing human rationality can create total and lasting order, despite every attempt thereat having come to disaster in the past. One reason i’ve been so delighted by Taleb’s Antifragile: as far as i can tell, he shares my doubts about manmade order & certainty, and one typically has to go quite far back (e.g. to Tolkien or Wittgenstein or Chesterton) to find such an understanding – an understanding set against apparent understanding; it is, today, a spiritual perspective.

4. Much will have to be rebuilt, after the collapse – hopefully very differently, almost certainly so since those who believe the most in today’s late system are unlikely to survive.

 

1. i was going to watch a Black Mirror episode tonight, and then fell to thinking of this Millennial Woes video (i won’t embed it, because his whole channel will probably be Shoahed soon), The Dishonest Mirror. Human beings abstract from reality, we generalise, we form representations to communicate with others, and to explain reality to ourselves. We are to a degree imprisoned within our own representations, as Shakespeare’s kings believe themselves to be not the boys they once were, but rather King – hence, the near or actual insanity that comes from dethroning, as with Richard II and Lear.

2. It would be easy to say we should dispense with our representations; but we have them for a reason – to massively accelerate comprehension and communication. Without representations, we would exist in a state of animal-like immediacy, unfoolable but also without all culture and civilisation. There are days this seems preferable, e.g. when i want to check my email and Yahoo insists on telling me that Obama’s tweet about the Charleston is the most popular tweet of all time, as if i should care what a vapid actor thinks about a situation he created over 8 years of race baiting. In the world without representations, Obama would be the cunning, weak hyena who slinks about pretending to be wounded before crushing the skull of a giraffe baby in its jaws; despicable in a sense, but really just the way things are, and of course the snickering, creeping hyena would end his days destroyed by a lion. In a world of representations, however, the hyena becomes President, Time Man of the Year, and wins the Nobel Peace Prize despite drone-bombing thousands of civilians in Pakistan and Yemen. So it is, in the world.

3. There are those, like Varg V, who strive for an unrepresentational a reality as possible; but in his case i think he remembers a pre-literate Neolithic-style life (genetic groups and lifestyles continued for long after their supposed end date so it could have been relatively recently); but for the rest of us – who mostly remember nothing before we were born – such a life would be extremely difficult. Having said that, i wouldn’t want to present human history in a binary fashion as either literate/representational, or Neolithic; i’m only speculating, as my first life was relatively recent (shortly after the “invention” of writing), but i have always, it seems, acted within, and reacted against, representations such as language, and i think this is often the case. My feeling is that there are degrees of involvement in representation, and degrees of acuity – so in our age i have found the almost wholly uneducated have a sure instinct for reality; and the rest are misled by propaganda and nonsense of all sorts, with the very worst being the half-educated intelligentsia who, like the Communist, opine on everything and understand nothing.

4. Those in positions of power are mostly those who manipulate and (rather oddly) credit false representations. i have recently wondered how someone could consume the evident propaganda of CNN, the New York Times, Washington Post, the Guardian, etc. without noticing the disparity between reality and the official account. i think it’s partly that when such organs are disproved they simply move on – they don’t address their own falsity, and so if they say Trump hires Russian hookers to piss on him in Moscow, or that Putin controls Trump because of muh reasons, and these tales are systematically demolished the average consumer will just continue to believe, because at no point will the media admit “we just made that up”, and the general trend (this is good, that bad) will please the intelligentsia.

i once thought that journalists of course knew they were liars, but having met a few (through my job) i realised they utterly believe in the general party line (in favour of a totalitarian superstate, destruction of European culture and the white race) and so little falsehoods are of no account; and worse, they believe their own lies. Even when one could prove that they simply created a “story”, they must believe in it, much as some sociopaths i’ve known would utterly believe their own lies – even while they knew they’d just made it all up.

5. i stopped reading Breitbart a few months ago, when they had a story about some white guy in England who was beaten and thrown in a canal by sand people. The article was propaganda, insinuating that the attackers chose the victim because he wasn’t a Muslim. While, from my experience, the Muslims would probably have let me pass unharmed because i’m a darkie, there was absolutely nothing to substantiate the article’s interpretation. It was, coming from the Right, typical propaganda, falsification; and compared with the kind of out-and-out falsehoods to be found in the mainstream media, very minor.

6. My 4 years at university were largely a waste of time. When i lived with my sister & her then-husband and children, 11 years ago, the then-husband (a Fat Rabbit Leftist IT guy) joked that even the worst IT student from an ex-polytechnic would get a better job than someone with a BA 1st and MA Distinction in English Lit from Durham and i chuckled bitterly for of course it was true. However, i think in general the kind of close reading and analysis to which i was set has at least sensitized me to incongruities, e.g. Trump attacks violence on all sides after a bunch of (as far as i can judge) peacefully posturing Rightists, including LARPing “Nazis”, are physically attacked by Antifa while the police do nothing, and the media accuse Trump of being a Nazi because he denounces violence on all sides.

i talked with the Jew Yorker a few weeks ago and realised that virtually all her information comes from corporate media, meaning CNN, NYT, Washington Post. She has been well rewarded by the world, having money, status, a highly comfortable existence within an upper middle class bubble; and it is natural to suppose that if one’s life is gemütlich, that is because of one’s beliefs (white race bad, Islam good, etc.). i was surprised that she would continue to credit the corporate media after their years of practiced systematic deceit, but then they are of her world – the gated community elite – and so they naturally side with each other, against anyone who sees the broader spectrum (like Trump), or anyone who is wholly unmodern (like me).

7. The mirror is presently almost symmetrically false. One doesn’t need to investigate actual events to see this, they make claims like “Trump defends Nazis” and then one can just click on Trump’s Twitter and see the exact opposite. In Germany, people mostly believe whatever they read in Der Spiegel and see on the TV, because Germans are natural conformists; in addition, Germans hate Americans and Trump is, if nothing else, highly American. In America itself, i think probably most people’s opinions don’t coincide with the Mirror: the corporate media and corporate academics/journalists are mostly talking to each other. It reminds me of a shitty poetry book i tried to review 12 years ago; it was so bad i couldn’t bring myself to say anything; puzzled, i re-read all the glowing blurbs on the back, and noted that they were by other modern “poets” and that this so-called poet had won numerous poetry awards and also served on the committees of poetry awards, and then i began to realise how things work.

Academics don’t expect anyone to read their books; political propaganda is avidly consumed by a relatively small number of non-journalists in the gated community elite: and because that elite tend to live in the same areas (New York, Washington, California) and talk only to each other, they don’t realise e.g. just how few people think trannies are anything other than confused homosexuals, or how few people think a vagina sufficient qualification to be President, or how few people care that Trump rambles and is off-the-cuff and looks like some kind of neanderthal deity.

i thought, after the corporate media and corporate comedians said Trump wouldn’t have a chance of even winning the Republican nomination, let alone the Iron Throne,

that what the Z-Man calls the Cloud People might realise their Mirror is false; but that would involve the destruction of a lifetime’s self-esteem, and as with the collapse of the Soviet Union the true believers will continue to believe in their bumper harvests and record tractor quotas as the rest of the establishment quietly peel off and go rogue. And as with the USSR those who stay till the end will end up in prison or despised and derided to their graves. The sneering of the Leftists in the above video reminds me of the Viking’s uncontrolled snickering and giggling through Excalibur – this is a man who can sit stony-faced through a great comedy, tugging his beard and frowning, but was hysterical with mirth at scenes of redemption and heroism; i think this kind of laughter is a defence mechanism against reality, against a reality threatening to a childish mind. Just as the Viking, who inhabits a world of manga and cartoons, was terrified into deranged giggling by the force of his own denied cultural foundation, so the Left were hysterical with mirth at a real American presuming to serve America. In a late civilisation, reality is met not with terror but with mirth – at first the IT geeks and manga-fans and socialists think they can laugh reality away, and indeed they can laugh away the awareness, for a while; to quote Bane:

Now is not the time for fear – that comes later.

The mirror will crack.

Give me the glass, and therein will I read.
No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck
So many blows upon this face of mine,
And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass,
Like to my followers in prosperity,
Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face
That every day under his household roof
Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face
That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
Was this the face that faced so many follies,
And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?
A brittle glory shineth in this face:
As brittle as the glory is the face;

Dashes the glass against the ground

For there it is, crack’d in a hundred shivers.

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.

 

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