New turn

I discovered white nationalism when I was living in Spain and was already fifty years old. I started writing at twenty-nine out of the most basic psychological need: I had suffered hell at home, which resulted in me not making a career, lack of a good job, lack of a partner and a terrible inner tormentor regarding the Christian doctrine of eternal damnation (a result of having internalised my father’s fierce Catholicism).

Although as a child I had wanted to be a film director, circumstances led me down a very different path: trying to understand my family’s tragedy.

I am the eldest of my siblings, followed by two sisters. One of them died ten years ago, and the surviving sister still lives with all the internal wounds caused by parental abuse.

Yesterday, I spoke about my sister’s tragedy in the comments section.

Imagine someone calling you, claiming to be your bank manager, with the alarming news that someone wants to hack your account and that you need to protect it by transferring all your funds to another account…

My sister isn’t mentally retarded, but as I said yesterday, she lacks even the most basic empathy because our mother treated us without empathy since our teenage years. And empathy is necessary to instinctively recognise that someone is trying to scam you.

I’ve already said everything essential I had to say regarding the reasons for the darkest hour for the white race, summarised in the PDFs of the featured article. But my family’s tragedy continues even years after my parents’ death, as the consequences are evident, for example, in what happened last week: a scam that took all the money (!) from my sister’s share of the proceeds from the sale of our parents’ mansion.

If I already had a Syssitia with at least three priests of the sacred words, myself included (and perhaps my sister babysitting an adopted Aryan baby, since now she cannot buy a flat), we could think about things like a daily podcast on racial issues. And if we could acquire the machinery to print books on demand, all the PDFs would be available in print and ready to be sold online.

But we don’t have the Syssitia yet…

What happened last week motivates me to do something drastic in parallel with the translation of my trilogy about family tragedy.

Why not start posting more articles about the trauma model of mental disorders? After all, it was a mental disorder that prevented my sister from detecting the scam. A year ago, before we sold the house, a woman offered to help her at the ATM; my sister agreed, the scammer switched her cards, and emptied her account. My sister didn’t learn her lesson because, as I said, she lacks empathy (see the big difference between compassion, sympathy and empathy in my yesterday’s comment). In the most extreme cases, this lack of empathy produces psychosis.

Last year, I wrote several articles about the case of Marco, whom I met half a century ago in a park where we played chess. Marco’s lack of empathy is much more serious than my sister’s, since Marco is already in a state of open psychosis, unable to return to the world of sanity.

Since discussing my family in blog posts would first require a careful reading of my trilogy, as the posts would only be corollaries of the essential points, it occurs to me to return to the subject of Marco to illustrate the trauma model of mental disorders.

I continue to see Marco because he allowed my parents’ furniture into his house (I live in a small studio apartment) without charging me. But every time I visit him or speak to him on the phone, I am shocked by the level of his mental deterioration.

Interspersing my findings in depth psychology with posts about the Aryan decline seems like a good idea because, as I said, the essential points on the racial issue have already been presented on this site.

On the other hand, the question of why there is so much psychosis in the world is vital to saving us. For example, the fact that the US Secretary of War, appointed by President Donald Trump, speaks of rebuilding the Jewish temple in Jerusalem is obviously a case of psychosis, not only on his part, but on the part of all Christian Zionists in that country. And that has profound implications for understanding things like the current American-Zionist war against Iran (and the eventual crash of the petrodollar).

Understanding why my sister was so incredibly foolish as to fall for such a blatant scam, or Marco’s psychosis, is a microcosm of the psychosis happening on a global scale (like Trump believing everything Bibi says). The only difference is that Donald Trump has political power, and my sister and Marco don’t.

So I feel like rereading everything I wrote last year about Marco and adding a few more things about his case. Ideally, I’d talk about my family, since I have much more information here. I’ll see where this leads. It’s infuriating that we still don’t have that Syssitia. But I have to do something with my time besides continuing to translate Hojas Susurrantes.

Postscript to Benjamin:

If you’re interested in writing articles about dysfunctions in your family, using pseudonyms so no one finds out (like I do with my sister’s name), you’re welcome to join this new chapter of The West’s Darkest Hour.