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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.”

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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.

 

1. In a few hours i will watch the first of the new Twin Peaks season. It will be a holy and appalling occasion. i will get drunk and eat pizza and smoke one of my many sorcerous pipes.

2. i saw Trainspotting 2 on Saturday and thought it was pretty great, highly amusing, though inevitably a falling off from the original. However, they addressed this inevitability, e.g. Renton visits his parents and puts on an Iggy Pop Lust for Life vinyl, taking it off after a couple of seconds, as to say – Yes, that i was. There are moments of Born Slippy, probably others, the music emerging and dipping again out of recognition, within the fragments of middle-age wreckage.

3. Schopenhauer reduced the basics of human perception (or rather, ontological reality) to time, extension, and causation. Actually i haven’t read S in 20 years, in part because i loved him so much i wanted to read him in the original but my German is still at the children’s fiction level, alas, so this all may be nonsense.

Extension is just space, and causation is i guess dismissed or at least ignored today. Time, however. Trainspotting 2 was interesting inasmuch as it created a reverberative chamber of experience where two moments (1996 and 2017) coincide, and conflict.

4. We are designed to operate within one timeframe, more or less heedless of others. Memory and history are in a sense violations of this simplicity. i sometimes wonder if the notion of eternity arose from memory, from the juxtaposition of two disparate timeframes, and the then (Proustian) intimation of an eternity in which they were resolved. As with FH Bradley, from seemingly incompatible units of sense experience, you suppose a broad-gestured, luxuriant connoisseur of blue-eyed connaissance, auf dem Balkon.

5. This reaching-beyond the present, possible even in the individual memory, brushes against fringes of eternity; perhaps one reason for Kierkegaard’s myriad masks and speculation. If the you now can remember a you so altered as to be almost another person, from say 20 years ago, then what binds, what allows this similitude in alterity? One need not recall past existences to dizzily grasp at certitudes of time and place, as Proust, stumbling on a paving slab in Venice.

6. This is one use of tradition. A man in 1951, attending Catholic Mass in England, would be in this action and reception one with a man in 1840 or 1540 or 1240 or indeed 640 AD. A significant, shared moment in time, overlaps from generation to generation until the 1960s.

i sympathise with Glorious Varg. i get the feeling he has actual past life memories (or fragments thereof), from well before the complete Christianization of Europe. His Europe is gone but was itself a complete organic system of life and culture; it was Europe.

For me in 2017, Europe is in part traditional Catholicism, a Gesamtkunstwerk like Wagner’s Ring. Protestantism seems to me a weak nothing, all the worst elements of Catholicism (fanaticism, puritanism) with none of the organic reaching-into-life sympathies of its forebear. i know good Protestants, and i revere Kierkegaard; but all the same – nothing.

Varg’s pagan Europe, and Catholicism, are two opposed systems, existing in the same geographical territory, but temporally distinct. One could argue, as Varg, that Christianity, Judaism, and Islam are hostile alien desert religions and all false impositions, and to a degree i would agree; if it were possible i would turn the clock back.

Catholicism carried over what it could take from paganism, and so you are closer to true paganism in the rad-trad Mass than in some Wiccan Lesbian circle. Amusingly, in Durham i was walking through the woods with an apple-polishing Southron friend (Bob the Coward), and we saw a circle of enrobed neo-pagans a bit uphill, and so i howled like a dog and Bob the Coward fled as his name suggests; a few months later i met one of these so-called pagans and said, – I ran into some of you Shadow Company pussies in Saigon in ’69, and behold she was perturbed.

Paganism today i think has to be a private affair, because it is either a past-life memory (as probably with Varg) or a direct communication (as with me), and so not easily “scalable”. i wouldn’t call myself a pagan or neo-pagan, because i am not ideological and a non-joiner, though i would like to participate.

7. Once, we had genetic continuity, the line of blood. So much for that: as a half-Indian half-Anglo-Saxon i exemplify this incapacity. Human beings require an understanding of time through temporal overlap – stitches in the seam of being. It will i think emerge in other manner, though i would also be surprised if Europe does not experience genocide in the next few decades, to restore continuity of blood (an experience i am unlikely to survive).

The globalists cannot reckon with the ancient past of their subjects. Though they seek for a planetary Las Vegas, peopled by grinning Southron “managers”, they will find time itself against them. The stitches continue, from past into present, to preserve the seam of human being. They, even the globalists, will awaken in the dark and find Varg sitting by,

 

 

 

 

 

1. In the McLingua teacher room the other day, i walked in on a conversation about the university, fussed about with my papers for a bit then butted my Huddersfield head in, to learn that a colleague was thinking of studying Philosophy but had to learn German first; i commiserated and suggested avoiding Heidegger for the nonce; conversation turned to academia and we were all of the opinion that it is a nest of venomous adders vomiting forth servile gibberish.

i have at times encountered hearty I’m-alright-Jack Southron types who say any kind of academic writing is incomprehensible gibberish, but in truth the university only became a den of filth in the late 80s, early 90s. i sometimes miss reading pre-1990 literary criticism, and writing my own untimely commentaries, though it is such an artificial form that, lacking any audience at all, i would prefer to write my Racist Remarks on my Cold War typewriter, or just drink whisky and smoke contemplatively over the ruins of Mother Europe.

2. For years, i felt an odd conflict about literary criticism, for almost everyone i met openly despised me for reading books in the first place, let alone writing about them. The conflict arose because i loved reading 1950s-1980s-era literary criticism, and felt my best essays were valuable, in their own way, and yet when almost everyone sneers, you tend to think you must be wrong, and so i felt one of my strongest passions must, in fact, be totally mistaken.

i no longer feel this tension, partly because i no longer really talk to people, certainly not about anything important, but also because i more & more sense the subtle underpinnings & influence of the world of art, culture, and the spirit, almost invisible to the rabble. It is striking and strange that a very small minority can perceive significant realities, and an even smaller can begin to understand and deploy these forces; and yet, these seemingly recondite persuasions create the mundane reality of the belly-patting managerial Southron, Tony Blair, and your everyday chav.

3. Study of anything can provoke an understanding of the world, however brief, fragmentary, fraught; and this understanding is the more likely the more the object is either created by the gods, or a work of true art (i.e. not modern). Make your rabbits rabbinical, master, and set them to the carrots of the field; for it is this study and commentary which sensitizes to realities of spirit. Browsing through my notes on Annie Dillard’s For the Time Being, i find:

“In the pictures of the old masters,” Max Picard wrote in The World of Silence, “people seem as though they had just come out of the opening in a wall; as if they had wriggled their way out with difficulty. They seem unsafe and hesitant because they have come out too far and still belong more to silence than themselves.”

So it is, that this study and work involves an apprehension of the generally denied or despised substratum of being. There is small work and great; mine, i deem, is small, for i am long quit of greatness and its malheurs.

4. Attention to primal works can forcegrow certain capacities. Our age seems designed to prevent such attention: our technologies, and a lack of respect for art and religion. When i was 20 or so i bought Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew, and listened to it in great distress, thinking “I just wasted twenty quid, this is shit”. After the third or fourth listen/ordeal, i sat me down and thought “now Elberry old son, this must be good because it’s from before you were born and people STILL say it’s good”. On this listen, the previously appalling sounds cohered into music,  i think because i was suitably reverent and willing to attend. Amusingly, when i told the Journalist, he refused to believe that i liked the album, boldly declaring that even leftfield eclectic cultural magpie jazz aficionados given to self-affirmation and self-transcendence didn’t like Bitches Brew; he then added something like “I can’t help but feel that your alleged liking of Miles’ 1970 fusional foray into experimental and avant-garde jazz is based solely on your wish to appear COOL and to conform to what music critics tell you to think. I can’t help but feel that in fact you DON’T understand Miles D at this stage in his experimental maverick trajectory, ably assisted by old studio hands at the legendary 30th St, but you FEEL you can IMPRESS me by CLAIMING to do so.”

So obviously, reading and listening and looking do not suffice for clarity of spirit; and a bad spirit will transform even the greatest of artworks into his own self-importance.

5. i’ve been thinking/remembering the Great War, as i experienced it in the life to which i seem closest (consciously, at least). Artillery stunned, even quite distant artillery; the noise and percussive shock reduced one to a childlike state, of terror and helplessness. Perhaps in others it was less profound, but in me – because i lived more in my mind – it entailed an overwhelming loss of what i knew as my self. My whole body would react with the artillery, blinking and breathing in that tempo, as if my whole body was flinching and contracting, my mind utterly consumed by terror. It was not ordinary fear, which in our world today is localised and usually integrated into the self; this was more i suppose a carnal terror, the body believing (with some justice) death to be imminent.

There was a curious resolve & clarity after artillery attacks. In part it could be that my ordinary problems became relativized and actually trivial in these moments of terror, and so i could more easily live with myself by coming close to death, time after time. On reflection, i think it was also that, the terror being so extreme, survival – the self reforming in quietness – seemed a significant achievement; and also the annihilation of self, however horrible, showed that the self was not, finally, indispensable, that it could disintegrate without the body dying; that there must be something indestructible within, from which the self would reform, standing however apart from the self.

6. Another note from For the Time Being, on Teilhard de Chardin’s service as a stretcher-bearer in the same war:

A witness remembered his “rough-hewn face that Greco had prefigured” and his “total lack of ecclesiasticism.” One of the officers serving with him wrote, “Two features of his personality struck you immediately: courage and humility.” His regiment’s Tunisian sharpshooters, who were Muslims, used to say rather cryptically that a “spiritual structure” protected him when he plucked bodies from the ground in crossfire.

Chardin’s life, however wayward and various, is all of a piece. There are people who can move from one sphere to another, and whose earthly actions bear a spiritual imprimatur. If Andrew Breitbart was correct to say politics is downstream from culture, then i would say culture (in the sense of customs, social norms, and the arts) is downstream from what is today wholly denied: religion, spirit, the occult.

As i see it, there are powerful & malign forces currently working to destroy the connection between Europeans and the highest order of reality. Some of their earthly vessels are easily identified; they are, all the same, merely vessels.

i will not be too disheartened if Le Pen loses the French elections on May 7  – the situation with our 3rd World guests will only grow much worse, so she will probably be able to win with a clear majority next time, and be able to take more decisive action, if France hasn’t then already gone up in the flames of diversity and multicultural enrichment, Balkans-style. Contra Varg, i see nothing wrong with voting for so-called Right-wing parties, however i would say hope lies not in politics (the lowest, densest sphere) and not even in culture – we must work for the old gods to come once more to us, in new guise and manner. i stress new despise my general loathing of anything modern, because the irruption of the divine cannot be predicted, planned, controlled – even for those who expect them the gods come as a shock; even in their very gentleness as an artillery barrage to a self that no longer is; nor are they always gentle.

1. i’ve been following this Youtube exchange between Varg Vikernes and Styxhexenhammer666:

i) Varg attacks Stefan Molyneux (an Anarcho-Capitalist)

ii) Styxhexenhammer666 responds

iii) Varg attacks all Capitalists

i of course favour Capitalism, since it is more or less uninterested in what one individual thinks or feels, as long as most people buy stuff, and it’s usually possible to find overlooked little nooks and crags of freedom; as opposed to Communism or Socialism, both of which are naturally totalitarian, because they are ideological and wish to control everything and everybody.

As a permanently broke, traditionalist loser, i have excited, at best, contempt and derision from materialists, but hatred and abuse from the Left. i have no doubt that some of the Lefties i know would have me killed if they had the power, and the rest would i think go in for some kind of reprisal – forced labour in a re-education camp, for example. But very very few on the Left would, i wager, say, “Well I think you’re evil and wrong but you have the right to have your vile opinions and to spew them out on your stupid little blog that no one reads.” No no, wrong opinions must be silenced, or Adolf Hitler will jump out of your Schnitzel, brandishing a dead Jew baby and cackling “Trump!”

2. Castro is finally dead. And now the question – will all those colourful streets and 50s cars give way to tasteless modernity, everyone equipped with the latest dishwasher and Ford (both guaranteed to last no longer than the warranty before becoming irreparably defective). It seems clear that, human nature being what it is, with the free market all beauty and individualism will disappear and the entire world will look like Bradford (a right proper shithole), a dirty anodyne town of chain stores and chav scum and Muslims. At best, a few pockets of beauty will survive, as carefully-managed tourist resorts.

In addition, i agree with Varg, that Capitalism will inevitably become Crony Capitalism. And i think this will be so whether there is government or not. If there is, companies will bribe politicians to pass regulations driving all competition out of the market. If we have a state of total anarchy, then companies will simply use criminal means to destroy competition, as do drug dealers, and i don’t think social disapproval and the free market will make any difference here. The ideal, i suppose, is a limited government of moral but not ideological men, incorruptible. But that’s asking rather a lot. The first principle of any political/social system should be: human beings are weak and easily corrupted, and bureaucracy will almost always accomplish the opposite of its stated purpose.

3. But i think Andrew Breitbart was correct, politics is downstream from culture. i remember, rather appalled by some mid-90s TV show of gloating vulgarity, wondering if it would be better to have 50s-style censorship; but on reflection such ghastly shows would have been an enormous failure in the 50s, or even i think up to the late 80s, because most people would have found them unwatchably disgusting; likewise, it wouldn’t have been necessary to ban gangster rap in the 50s – no one would have liked it.

Culture changes of itself; one could say it is the stratum just above the spirit-level (gods & what not), and to us it seems that our culture is suddenly different, for no clear reason, and politics can then be traced back to this first visible factor. We live now in a culture of shameless self-promotion and feckless adolescence, which has given us a series of neo-con and neo-liberal politicians, despising the West, out only for a quick buck and a bit of podium-strutting and sententious posturing.

4. As i have felt the last year or so, things are changing in the cellarage, and our culture will begin to change, seemingly of itself. As seems the way of things, key figures (artists, politicians, business leaders) will appear and galvanise those around them, in a chain of effect beginning in the metaphysical substratum. Trumposaurus Rex is the most obvious of these – he’s the first major politician in my adult memory to have an unvarnished character & ironic intelligence, and balls like King Kong. Not an untarnished character, of course, but he lacks the absolute modern hypocrisy exemplified by Obama and Tony Blair. He is an actor but in a different, i think deeper way – he has an ironic depth, as if he from time to time drops asides, reflecting on what he is saying. Consider Styxhexenhammer666’s analysis of this one Trump Tweet:

“his critics appear not to understand sarcasm. They don’t understand irony. They don’t understand hypocrisy either.”

i’ve observed this penchant for ironic play throughout Trump’s appearances and comments, ranging from cruel sarcasm through to almost theatrical asides & body language. All modern politicians are necessarily actors – some terrible, like Angela Merkel, some highly accomplished like Obama. Trump is in his way as great an actor as Obama, but there is something different, something deeper going on – i would say that Obama has no scruples at all about “crying” on TV and then going to his office to order more drone strikes on civilians, and sitting back smiling as Black Lives Matter try to initiate a full-on race war; for him, this isn’t an act, because he has no integrity at all. By contrast, i think Trump enjoys acting, and this is part of his enormous & frankly Godlike on-screen presence – that he relishes being a showman – and watching him “perform” i get the feeling his mind is simultaneously running on several different tracks, that while it is an act, he knows it is an act in the moment.

In a sense he is dishonest – he’s probably told all kinds of lies by now, on & off camera – and certainly his electoral persona was a mask he donned for the occasion; but it strikes me as more of an ironic doubling, lacking the total & inhuman dishonesty of, for example, Tony Blair. i think one can assume, with Trump, that everything is an act, and that everything is also, somehow, real. But time will tell.

Trump is part of the new order of things, because of his ironic depth; looking at TV interviews with him from the 80s, he is guarded, reticent, and i think this is his natural stance – watchful, quiet, “inclosing reserve”, and through his reality TV years he developed layer upon layer of ironic doubling and mirroring. His greatest achievement was to make Leftists think he’s dumb and crazy – what they don’t understand is that after eight years of Obama’s slick, meaningless statements, this seems down to earth and authentic to anyone who can compare the media narrative with day to day reality.

“Crazy Trump” is interesting – i don’t see him as unpredictable or volatile at all, he seems to me rather a highly balanced and calculating individual – but i think he alarms many people because they feel, but don’t understand, that ironic doubling. They would rather have a straightforward through & through hypocrite scumbag like Obama or Tony Blair, who can say anything without attaching the slightest meaning thereto, than someone like Trump, whose persona as it were angles variously out from his reality in ironic refraction, so you’re never quite sure where he stands, because his self is not modern, and hence not two-dimensionally transparent and sanitised. It alarms people, to be confronted with a politician with a sense of irony, and seemingly no major scandals, and no need for money, my God what will he do, he’s unpredictable, he’s not in the pocket of Goldman Sachs, he’s not PC, he’s literally Hitler, it’s fascism all over again, Castro would make a better President, and he’s dead, hell even Hitler would be better than Trump, Trump is literally Hitler, etc.

5. The mistake people make – in their lives and in history – is to assume that the past will repeat itself identically. Hitler made the same mistake, thinking that just as Frederick the Great’s armies were saved by the last minute death of the Empress Elizabeth, so the Allies would inevitably turn on each other, and Nazi Germany would be saved. Our current transition will no doubt savour of certain moments in the past, but just as i’ve learnt that my own life – while echoing my last at certain moments – has its own shape, so too this new world.

The only thing i am fairly sure of, is that the modern Left is on its way out at last.

6. For the last few weeks, i’ve been teaching at a public sector institution i shall call the Amt, the German headquarters based partly in Munich. It’s a university/school type building, thick walls, quiet corridors, an unmistakable sense of the public sector. The students, to my surprise, are lovely, not at all the lazy entitled Beamte class i expected. i rather enjoy teaching there, in part because of my sehr cool visitor’s ID and the atmosphere – after 7 years of teaching in German businesses, it’s an oasis of gin in a desert of scowling Teutons.

The principle of the institution is operative throughout, so e.g. in BMW i was always aware of the pressure to make money, because it’s a business. In the Amt, the background & originating principle is public service. i realise, working there, how much i miss this atmosphere – which i last felt in my first 6 months at my last office job (in a hospital).

This is of value for me, and so i wouldn’t side with the anarchists. The great achievement of the Left has been to infest and eat out the public services, corrupting them into vast self-interested bureaucracies, with a socialist (i.e. anti-West) agenda.

i think of a Charles McCarry character, who says the CIA will be doomed when they go from operating out of gentlemen’s clubs and living rooms, to having a headquarters. Perhaps it is so. If i would point to anything in the coming order, i would suggest a return to the gifted amateur, the informal, the human. It will be dizzying and strange to many, just as any real individual will strike fear & uncertainty into the hearts of the lesser man. i taught probably one of Germany’s most influential journalists a couple of months ago, turned out he’d never even heard of Breitbart or the Alt-Right, was sure Trump would lose. Likewise, i won 5 Euros betting The Wolf on the God Emperor’s Ascent – he was rather shocked, because while he knows far more about politics than me, he is of the generation to trust the mainstream media, and so he is out of step with the coming Order (i’ve decided it merits a capital o).

It will seem like anarchy and dissolution to those of the old world. But while i’m sure the multicultural degradation introduced by the Merkel and her ilk will have a grim legacy, trust in the old gods if you will, or in what Kafka calls das Unzerstörbare, the indestructible; i’m with the high command.

1. i just read Varg Vikernes’ Sorcery & Religion in Ancient Scandinavia, a good & interesting read. As far as i can tell, he believes the old gods don’t exist, and are just names people gave natural forces: “built like all religions are on ignorance and delusions” (p 120). In this sense, Thor would be like gravity, a name we give to a phenomenon, a pattern of observable force.

It could be that if every single human being ceased to exist, the gods would too, but such a world would not concern me; and there are even older gods still wandering around, long after anyone worshipped them.

The comfortingly sane and sanitized view would be that the human subconscious produces certain archetypes, including gods, and these are merely aspects of our own collective mind. My own view is a little different: – we could be seen as aspects of the gods, or vice versa, or both us & the gods are merely manifestations of the universe. In any case, to consciously regard the gods as merely convenient illusions would be to limit the possibilities of revelation and concourse.

2. i finished watching Game of Thrones, impressed. i’ve read various Christian accounts of the show/books, lambasting it for nihilism etc., but these seem very superficial judgements. Modern Christians enjoy living in a bubble of middle class niceness & propriety, where everyone reads CS Lewis and pays his taxes on time. i found the first book tedious but the show is a different beast. i note that a type of Thor appears – the so-called Hound, a scarred killer:

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He has a monstrous brother and is something of a monster himself; like Thor, the giant slayer who is himself giant, a ferocious gobbler of food and quaffer of ales:

This summer, apropos the migrant rape horde, the Man in Black told me: “If the old gods are connected to the land and the European peoples, then they might have something to say about it.” i don’t know of any life where i was given to the Germanic gods – though to a cousin-god from an older pantheon – and am genetically only half-European, so if the Old One could reach into my mind back in 2008 (fittingly, after re-reading Tolkien for the first time since my 2001 dissertation), i suppose others could follow.

3. On the subject of Tolkien, i came across a fragment of his, The New Shadow, very close to a story i was toying with this time last year, set 3 generations after the War of the Ring – in my idea, the peoples of the West have become soft and effeminate and are welcoming orcs into their lands, firstly to do the jobs they are too soft for, and then because they hate their own culture, and regard Aragorn, Gandalf et al. as terrible racists and barbarian who we should all be ashamed of, and orcs are so wonderful and exotic and we should have more of them around, and there’s such a nice little orc restaurant just around the corner in an ethnic neighbourhood, where they all speak orcish, such a romantic, exotic language, and little Tristan’s nanny is an orc, such a hard worker, she cleans the toilets and everything!

The Tolkien tale is on similar lines. An old man, Borlas, talks with a younger, Saelon. Borlas is youngest son of a minor character in The Return of the King, many decades before. Saelon is a faintly sinister young man who seems involved in “secret societies practising dark cults, and ‘orc-cults’ among adolescents” (Tolkien’s brief introduction).

Saelon invites Borlas to join him:

‘I warn you rather to clothe yourself warmly after nightfall,’ he said. ‘That is, if you wish to learn more; for if you do, you will come with me on a journey tonight. I will meet you at your eastern gate behind your house; or at least I shall pass that way as soon as it is full dark, and you shall come or not as you will. I shall be clad in black, and anyone who goes with me must be clad alike.

and then departs. Borlas wonders alone:

why invite me to go with him? Not to convert old Borlas! Useless. Useless to try: no one would hope to win over a man who remembered the Evil of old, however far off.

Tolkien was realistic about human nature, and regarded Sauron as merely one concentration of evil, in a fallen world. There seems a natural life cycle of cultures, so one has, for example, Athens and the other Greek states rallying (more or less) together against the Muslim Persia between about 492 and 479 BC, glorious glorious, and then you have Sparta and Athens ripping Greece apart in the Peloponnesian War starting 431 BC. A young soldier at Plataea would have been in his late 60s when Greece destroyed itself – so, two generations, more or less. The memories fade and unless carefully preserved, in art, in literature, all our ancestors fought for is cast aside as of no value, much as the Viking immediately smashes and burns anything he is given, or just throws it into a ditch or leaves it on a bus or in a homosexual brothel church.

i was born a generation (almost exactly) after my closest last life, and so by the time i was a man i was already in an alien world, a world that despised everything held good before my last death. However, i remember “the evil of old”, and am undeceived by the new.

4. The Left triumphed long ago, but because their self-identity is of permanent revolution, and because so many Feminist Diversity Outreach Professors would lose their jobs if they admitted they have won, it is necessary to fabricate new atrocities: so Halloween dog costumes are sexist, and so on. i note that the Left seems to have swung so far into spiritual evil that a fair number of feminists, SJWs, etc., are clearly insane. Of the three Borderline people i know (all women), two are open borders, globalist, EU, Social Justice Warrior types, the third being almost mentally retarded and so, luckily, uninterested in anything except food. Every rabid Leftie i know seems to have a childhood of physical and sometimes sexual abuse, which has filled them with permanent hatred for their culture and origins.

In the past, such people would be recognised as insane or at least highly damaged individuals. Any European who hates European culture, and even their own genetic inheritance, is hardly likely to be capable of clear and objective thought on the matter, because they hate that from which they came. They should leave Europe and go live in Pakistan or Liberia, where they can be raped to death by sand peoples happy among the authentic poor.

At least someone like Thomas Bernhard (father apparently a rapist who died in WW2, mother naturally seems to have hated the child) formed a connection with his grandfather, and rooted himself in a 19th Century Europe. But the modern Left would happily destroy everything of Europe, because they are spiritually as well as clinically insane. Bernhard was half-mad, but only half.

i predicted Trump had a good chance of winning the election several months ago, and everyone thought i was letting my contrarian disposition get the better of me. But i think he is part of a trend – not so much to “the Right” as to normalcy; and although he looks like a radioactive wild boar, his vices and crimes are thoroughly ordinary. Bill Clinton allegedly raped dozens of women, and liked to bite their faces till they bled; Trump on his own admission likes to grab women by the pussy, and they let him do it because he’s so damn Trump. They probably lined up to be groped by that wild boar.

If the Presidential candidates were films, Trump would be Porky’s; Clinton’s would be Ghostbusters 2016.

Well, you’d have to add elements of Wall Street to Trump’s, and if you look deeper Clinton’s film would be a paedophile snuff movie, but at least on the surface you can probably divide many of their supporters into those who would rather watch Porky’s or Ghostbusters 2016.

5. Discussing all this with an East German student, i said that no matter how rich the enemy may be, even George Soros can’t control a world where the culture changes against him and his ilk. The student, a typical German atheist, adduced as example that he insisted his daughter be baptised Catholic – because now our culture is clearly threatened, not merely from within by the Left, but from without by literally millions of military-age 3rd World rapists, that which formed European culture becomes valuable.

i think there will be, increasingly, spontaneous turnings away from the modern insanity, probably the men first, since women tend to either be hobbits (believing everyone is nice and friendly and we don’t need borders or police), or rabid shrieking Feminists, but it will happen, and i will live through the change. i don’t predict a return to capitalism, nor to some kind of fascism, but rather some new form will emerge – probably be rather a bloody affair, but then that has always been the way of things.

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