Reconstructed Temple of the Nymphs at Vindolanda. Just south of Hadrian’s Wall.
Editor’s Note: Below is an excerpt from The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour. Even in a world as extremely anti-Aryan as the present one, attempting this sort of thing probably wouldn’t land us in jail, even in Europe. But what wealthy sponsor could finance such a project with a temple like the one seen above?
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But we do not need a new religion, only to be aware of our pre-Christian cultures. We must recover such cultures to educate our children according to the varied heritage that these cultures represent. I think of the Edda, of the Mabinogion; of Homer and Virgil—not to mention our tragedians, our poets, our philosophers… We must extract that immensely rich heritage and moral maxims.
We also need temples, enclosures for re-connection as I call them. An ever-living fire in these areas will suffice. We need places where we can gather and remember our stories: the readings of texts, commentaries, discussion panels and more. Something collective and social—religious and cultural centers where our people may have psychological or spiritual support, or get truthful information about our ancestors, or the incidents of our history.
We need dividing the year with special celebrations related to happy or tragic milestones of our past: the Christianization and the Islamization of our peoples, for example; with our own calendars of saints’ days (our heroes and those most representative). We need to retrieve the Greek, Roman, Celt, German and other first names… That is, to do what we could not do: having our own history because our history was usurped by the Christian clergy.
One reply on “Temples!”
I’m afraid financing the actual construction of a modest Temple is way outside of my price range to budget for (although one could brainstorm the aesthetics of the interior). I like the images. It’s a beautiful little building for the modern time. Everything about their spacious design suggests sense, gracefulness, art, light, history and Beauty; a stoic, permanent quality – a gift for the ages. The closest I can come (and it’s a paltry second best) is maintaining an expansive library in my home which, though I have in no way made my way through all the Classical, Northern European, Indo-Aryan, and Celtic books and mythological tracts acquired, I still make sure is stuffed full of our proper cultural heritage, including a large section on anti-Christian analysis and why it’s most unlikely that Jesus ever existed, as as much of our written history for the past 4000 years as I can fit in one room, with a separate section for more ancient archaeology.
I would be wary of us designing anything too beautiful and too sacred to us given the traumatic conditions at the twilight of the Kali Yuga, and the potential that such a vital edifice, a novelty of its kind so far, may be looted, vandalised, bombed, or otherwise destroyed in the ensuing carnage, especially given our limited ability to fund more, but if one could find a suitably out of the way countryside spot… difficult on mainland Britain (bar the example given), possible on the continent of Europe. It would serve as a rallying point also, and a tangible symbol of us as a race, encouraging its own defence. But until then, the deeper woods are my Temple, and the quiet glades and meadows of the Eastern countryside.
Perhaps the predicted chaos of collapse is a good reason for us all also to start to preserve our holy print books, those remembrances of our people, our racial wisdom, and our heroism, and store them safely archived away from the gathering storm (although with technical manuals for any practical crafts or sciences). I think modern university professors should on the whole be executed as traitors, and I wouldn’t necessarily vouch for those corrupted centres of higher learning remaining, or remaining without severe damage in the process, which is another reason to privately compete with them over the gathering of precious books and rare texts.
But we certainly need somewhere to gather; some communal spaces in real life, and to go from there. A discreet pooled purchased could certainly be made, or a spare room turned over. I have learnt the lesson now from my National Socialist flag incident with the UK Police that sadly it is not so simple under current pre-revolutionary conditions to openly display relics of the Third Reich, even if they are to all intents and purposes out of public sight, but eventually marble (or even granite or bronze) statues to Adolf Hitler, Heinrich Himmler, and Reinhard Heydrich, among many others, would be most appropriate. For the time being I am sure we could accommodate Greek or Germanic heroes (or Gods) with less difficulty.
It is still a shame that we forged our very calendar these days around our own dissolution. I agree, there should be serious ‘renovations’ made. I think, just for a start, that Adolf Hitler’s birthday is something all National Socialists should pause to commemorate, even if not much else is adhered to in the year.
In general, I am eternally resentful at my parents for giving me a Biblical name (as well as for other ridiculous Judeo-Christian inspirations on their part, covered in my book). That practice must certainly end. There are enough good Aryan names in existence, even if they would sound unusual to the modern ear.