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Synchronicity?

After midnight I watched some videos about North Korea. I was very impressed that it is a society that has implemented some measures that, I am absolutely convinced, must be implemented in a subjugated Europe to throw off the shackles of Americanism. I am talking about banning Western films or TV programmes in North Korea (remember that not long ago I made a list of the very few that could be seen), degenerate music, the internet, jeans, hair dyeing and something magnificent: banning Bibles too!

Currently, North Korea allows Westerners to visit under controlled tour guides, unless the tourist is an American citizen, who is not permitted to enter the country.

It is laughable that some American vloggers talk about the propaganda with which North Korea’s totalitarian system indoctrinates its citizens because they only see the speck in the other’s eye. Western propaganda is equally totalitarian. But it is not the hard kind of totalitarianism: it is the kind of soft totalitarianism that Aldous Huxley explained to George Orwell not long before the latter died.

No one is more a slave than he who thinks he is free, and the propaganda that every Westerner has suffered for decades about Hitler, the Third Reich and National Socialism is akin to the Two Minutes Hate of 1984. At least in North Korea boys are boys and girls are girls. There is no mutilation of these creatures’ genitals on the altar of ‘diversity’. In fact, I think Andrew Anglin is right to say that this kind of American opprobrium is even worse than that suffered by nations under harsh totalitarianism: just what Huxley tried to tell Orwell, insofar as American totalitarianism is a more subtle, insidious and effective form of mind control.

Alongside these videos about North Korea, there are other YouTube videos about homeless and street junkies in Pennsylvania, or the streets of downtown San Francisco where all the businesses have closed because the mayor has taken neochristian ethics to its ultimate consequences: allowing business robberies as long as they don’t exceed nine hundred dollars.

It reminds me of the first night I spent outside the country of my birth. That was in March 1981, when I only endured a single day in a youth hostel in San Francisco. I was so repulsed by the Sin City that I fled to a privileged area in Los Angeles (Westwood near UCLA).

One of the things I mention in my autobiography is what Jung called synchronicity, or meaningful coincidences. As a sceptic of the paranormal, I shouldn’t believe in that Jungian theory, but sometimes things have happened to me that seem to be very meaningful.

One of them happened on that one-day trip to San Francisco. When I got off the Greyhound the first thing I did was to slip, along with two educated Spanish speakers I met on the bus, into a Ripley’s Believe It or Not street exhibit close to the bus station.

The small exhibition was about very weird things. In particular, the huge image of an Aryan male, a sort of monk in the sense of extreme asceticism, stuck in my memory. He was so astronomically burdened with Christian guilt that he had wrapped himself in heavy chains, and even a huge mallet hung from the chains to mortify his sinful body.

‘That is America’, so terminally loaded with false guilt, wanted to tell me the collective unconscious by way of a meaningful coincidence the first day I spent outside my native country! Although in 1981 masochistic self-mortification wasn’t as ubiquitous in the West, the seeds of self-hatred were already sown and had germinated in the American psyche. Perceptive Americans who were still alive in that year, such as Revilo Oliver and William Pierce, saw it that way.

I haven’t been able to find via Google the image I saw more than forty years ago, but I recently included this other image of flagellants in Oliver’s anti-Christian essay. So synchronistic was the 1981 image of Ripley’s Believe It or Not in my first trip to the US that, today, if a Hindu tourist were to try to communicate to an Aryan American that, according to his religion, it is a sin for this Aryan to mix with coloureds, the San Fran American might view the Indian who wants to save him with hatred, insofar as his moral mandate is self-flagellation until his race disappears.

Huxley was right: soft totalitarianism is far worse than hard totalitarianism. See Kerry Bolton’s ‘A contemporary assessment of Francis Parker Yockey’ (pages 47-70 of this PDF) for further discussion.

One might ask me what it was that so horrified me in San Francisco that I barely spent a night and hastily fled to another American city. The answer is that something similar would happen to me in London the following year, the first time I visited Europe’s largest city.

In 1982 I saw London as such an incredibly nefarious place, even at a time when the vast majority in that city were white, that I immediately fled to Paris. Sensitive people like Dostoyevsky and Gustave Doré suffered identical impressions when visiting London: even in the 19th century it was already hell (see e.g., Doré’s 250 pen and ink drawings, often with dramatic chiaroscuro, about London). I believe that only artists understand these realities intuitively, which completely escape the man without an artistic spirit.

4 replies on “Synchronicity?”

‘…so terminally loaded with false guilt’ I said above. That’s why I’ll soon receive Tom Goodrich’s Scalp Dance—Indian Warfare on the High Plains, 1865-1879: perhaps the only contemporary book that takes the side of the White Man in that war with the American Indians.

I examined some of Gustav’s inks last night. Chilling and terrifying. I don’t know the context. My mind was hoping they were satire. It was nightmarish. Incidentally, I’ve always felt, despite the invention rate, that Britain – at least from a design/architecture – perspective, has no creative ability. Functional, grand, or sumptuous, but hardly the same Beauty as I see in continental Europe. I think Hitler said the same one. The peasant houses of Croatia inspired him more than English or American buildings and public works (and personally, I feel they can’t handle Classical music too well either). Any sublime delicacy to British construction seems to have faded with the Industrial Revolution. His streets… they were practically Elizabethan in character! The whole place a cruel slum.

I examined (I think it was titled this) “Over London – By Rail”. Oddly enough, the street I live in in Harwich doesn’t feel too different, minus the smog and urbanity. Large parts of the towns all over the country have this feel, and, if not, merely brutalist or post-postmodern (as I have to call it). I shared you that Harwich Burger King image recently. Mercifully, Harwich is windswept, stark, and abandoned, and somehow, for that quality the wilderness is more apparent to it, a pleasant ‘gothic’ greenery all about, and quite pretty on sunny days in the mornings (such as today). In rain, it might as well be the East End of the Victorian era, or a supernatural horror novel’s fishing town, always in downpour.

A very depressing country on account of the inhabitants’ incoherent effort, and probably from that callous drive to functional mercantilism so intrinsic to the British character. I am glad at least for the many woods. I must show them to you at some point.

I would have to look more at synchronicity at a later date. I know that feeling too, but find it hard to articulate, and, interestingly, also find myself keeping my mind in check over it, aware that it feels ridiculous to pursue the nature of this sometimes unsettling (or satisfying) sensation as a tangible phenomenon of reality, as no fan of pseudoscience.

Coincidentally, I concur with you on North Korea. Some years back I’d wanted to visit the DPRK myself out of polite curiosity. I wasn’t entirely sure how difficult it would be to arrange that though. I’d mentioned to my friend that it was a bit rich coming from us. I generally like Christopher Hitchens’ work, but I wasn’t fond of his article on the matter. He was basically an American, as your piece points out. I don’t have much respect for foreigners, but they almost seem the best of a bad lot. Cultural, albeit not quite near to our idealised standards.

Functional, grand, or sumptuous, but hardly the same Beauty as I see in continental Europe… A very depressing country on account of the inhabitants’ incoherent effort, and probably from that callous drive to functional mercantilism so intrinsic to the British character.

Exactly!

Any sublime delicacy to British construction seems to have faded with the Industrial Revolution.

Below, some excerpts from the last chapter of Civilisation by your countryman Kenneth Clark:

One sees why heroic materialism is still linked with an uneasy conscience. The first large iron foundries like the Carron Works or Coalbrookdale, date from about 1780. The only people who saw through industrialism in those early days were the poets [emphasis added]. Blake, as everybody knows, thought that mills were the work of Satan. ‘Oh Satan, my youngest born… thy work is Eternal death with Mills and Ovens and Cauldrons.’

The [slave] trade was prohibited in 1807, and as Wilberforce lay dying in 1835, slavery itself was abolished. One must regard this as a step forward for the human race, and be proud, I think, that it happened in England. But not too proud. The Victorians were very smug about it, and chose to avert their eyes from something almost equally horrible that was happening to their own countrymen…

I need mention only two—Engels’s Conditions of the Working Classes in England, written in 1844, and the novels written by Dickens between 1840 and 1855. Everybody read Dickens. But his terrible descriptions of poverty had very little practical effect: partly because the problem was too big; partly because politicians were held in the intellectual prison of classical economics.

The images that fit Dickens are by the French illustrator Gustave Doré. He was originally a humorist; but the sight of London sobered him. His drawings were done in the 1870s, after Dickens’s death. But one can see that things hadn’t changed much. Perhaps it took an outsider to see London as it really was.

/end quote

Clark was a Catholic and subscribed to modern Christian ethics. Therefore, he didn’t even realise that the abolition of black slavery was not a step forward. So if we add to the mills, ovens and cauldrons mentioned by the poet this unhinged Xtian ethics, we see what horrified the young man that I was (exactly the same could be said of the city of San Francisco).

It is propaganda myth, paramount among the falsehoods used by the victors of WW2 to justify their crimes, that the west was a unique beacon of freedom. Combined with the anti-white message which is inherent in the anti-nazi crusade of WW2 has created a self suicide amongst European people.

I recently saw someone on YouTube, a spiritual new ager type who also realised anti-Hitlerism is the basis of the modern western world.

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