Yesterday I discovered some YouTube videos that make us laugh out loud, especially those involving children. From a collection of pranks for example, the one that almost killed me of laughter was a ‘scary’ kid: here (see also this one of a girl apparently pregnant by her child husband!).
I compared the volume of visits from those dying LOL videos with this site, and concluded that I have been wrong about something fundamental.
If we think about the white advocates’ sites, Andrew Anglin’s has been the most popular: just the closest, within racialism, to those prank videos: some of which already have more than 100 million views.
What I have been wrong about is not realising that the psychoclass to which I belong is not only sidereally different from the psychoclass of those to whom I would like my message to reach. I come from a tragic family that destroyed three persons, of whom two died and I am the only survivor to tell their story (so I will be busy the rest of the month reviewing the syntax of my books). This experience has developed in me a gravitas character in the sense of serene sadness before life. Those who give literally hundreds of millions of clicks to those videos are not only different: they are my perfect antipodes. Not because laughing is wrong (laughing is very healthy even under the laws of Lycurgus): but because in dark times the most relevant is the gravitas of the ancient Romans.
My mistake has been treating people, even some visitors to this site, as if they are psychologically structured in a similar way to mine when, actually, their happy mode cannot contrast more with the hard Roman ethos. Perhaps the best way to understand it is through analogy.
A couple of days ago I discovered the videos of colour-blind people who see colours as they actually are for the first time in their lives, for example: this one. In this other one a dad sees the red hair of his children the first time.
It’s like an emotional atomic bomb to see colours as they are for the first time in life! See, for example, only the first case that starts here (moving tears of dad and little son) and this other of two colour-blind brothers. A third video of a boy crying when seeing the world in full colour can be seen: here.
This one, seeing the beautiful flowers as they are for the first time, is very revealing (although the interlocutor spoiled the satori of the initiate with cold questions). This man cried when he saw the colour orange for the first time and was amazed at the skin colour of his white mother. Others had not seen the purple (last example: here).
Exactly the same happens with existential pain. It produces abysmally different minds, let’s say, the life of someone who had a mother like the one of the film Joker compared to the happy mode in which a good portion of white Americans currently live. Like colour-blind people, there is no way to make anyone who has not gone through it big time to see the full range of the colours of existential suffering.
In other words, trying to sell the idea of ‘eliminating all unnecessary suffering’, my philosophy of the four words, is more than a hard sell: it is a fool’s errand if my audience is that of the common American. You have to wait for the catastrophes that people like Martenson have been predicting to converge.
Only after the United States is destroyed will white survivors begin to see the colours that, south of the Rio Grande, I have been seeing for the past few decades. (A subtitle for this article might say: The ancient Greeks knew tragedy, drama, and comedy; today’s colour-blind Americans only drama and comedy.)
16 replies on “Colour, pranks and psychoclasses”
You are absolutely speaking the truth here.
Regards,
From the last article in The Fair Race:
—William Pierce (emphasis added).
Just to read that cardinal statement by Pearce is sobering the air for me. This is the truth as I have come to see it by my own experience. I thank existence on my knees that I had this experience already in early adulthood.
Just the turning in and becoming aware that something in me decides it is intolerable and digs in to find the roots instead of seeking entertainment to forget oneself.
“if this is true, Westerners can look forward to a great deal of spiritual improvement.”
The immense suffering of WWII is like a cyst in the soul body of especially the German Volk . The only question is really will it burst open and lead to a healing or to a rotting process and a disappearing.
What will trigger a reawakening? It is a mystery,
One of the films that impressed me the most, which I mention in my list of 51 recommended films, is Iphigenia: based on the tragedy of Euripides and directed by a Greek director. (In the theatre I once saw Sophocles’ Electra, closely related to Iphigenia as her abusive mother drove Electra mad and she had to roam the cemeteries until her brother Orestes arrived.)
In the US Joker shocked the Americans. Notable figures in pop culture were saying ‘I have never seen anything like it’ completely forgetting their classics. Of course: they only watch American junk culture.
You know that one thing that sets American tourists apart when traveling over seas is they love to smile and appear happy. Most of the world does not smile for the hell of it and they look to us as rather cold. The modern American soul is filled with dreams and hopes and everything will be alright. What can change the stupid look on Americans is the sense of permanent loss, of opportunity lost and never to return. Recognition of a life ruined by parents or circumstance or disease which cannot be overlooked, rationalized or forgotten. Something which stays with you forever. For most Americans that day has not yet arrived.
Of course I seek some entertainment now and then seeing a movie on Youtube, but it happens that less and less I want to see the movie till the end after the first 10 minutes because I cant tolerate it any more.
I did not see Joker but what I got from your info is that it held a mirror in the face of the average American.
I saw Joachim Phoenix in his rendition of Johnny Cash in the movie about his life, and found him very very authentic as an actor.
His feelings are palpable and real .
This is probably what scares the shit out of the white Americans who are emotionally so stuck that they are not able to figure out what feeling is, except for the crudest levels like sex and violence.
About US Hollywood movies always ending well, and Joaquin Phoenix, see Buffalo Soldiers (2001 film).
This is a great dark comedy with J.Phoenix in lead role as black market US Army soldier in 1990’s West Germany. It seems to end on a glorious disaster ending, but the Hollywood types had to insert an improbable good ending after it, for the final minutes of the film.
It changes the moral of the film from personal destruction from a life of crime to been able to get away with anything. This “Hollywoodism” may have permeated US culture that everything always ends well, especially amongst the mass of the ruling class of USA who never have wanted for anything for generations.
The difference between drama and tragedy in Greek theatre is that in dramas, the plays end with a solution to the problem. In the tragedy, the problem remains unresolved (Agamemnon sacrificed his daughter Iphigenia to the gods at the end of the tragedy).
In a culture based on Calvinism and profit, you must brainwash the proles so that everyone can achieve the American dream, which is obviously impossible: a psyop of those who are at the pyramid’s top, although it all started with Catholic Louis XIV:
Quote:
In the Middle Ages pride was a capital sin. When the banking flourished during the Renaissance it was said that greed was the greatest sin. But in the 17th century, when the ethic of work was imposed not only in Protestant countries but also among Catholics, laziness—in fact: unemployment—was the most notorious of sins.
A city where every individual was supposed to become a cog in the social machine was the great bourgeois dream. Within this dream, groups that did not integrate into the machinery were destined to carry a stigma.
17th-century men had replaced medieval leprosy with indigence as the new exclusion group. It is from this ideological framework of indigence considered a vice that the great concept of madness will appear in the 18th and 19th centuries. For the first time in history, madness would be judged with the yardstick of the work ethic. A world where work ethics rules rejects all forms of uselessness. He who cannot earn his bread transgresses the limits of the bourgeois order. He who cannot be integrated into the group must be an alienated.
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Source: here.
The real issue here is the human ego., and peoples unawareness of it as a software program that governs their behaviour .
The Greeks were so brilliant that they had their tragedies performed to digest and cleanse themselves from the emotional suffering that their souls had to face as a part of biological existence.
The american way of life is the outcome of a retardation, a blockage really, of the ability to digest emotions.
They have been brainwashed not to be willing to feel pain anymore . It is a childlike regression which has reduced their general level of intelligence. A substitute for that is a superstitious belief in high technology which fails after all, and Hollywood movies with phoney happy endings.
True. One of the things that caught my attention when I learned English is the expression ‘self-pity’ as if it were a character flaw. Much later, when I came across the book Toxic Parents, it was refreshing to see that the author, an American, told her clients that it was imperative to forget everything they had been told about self-pity because with such poisonous pedagogy it was impossible to even initiate psychological healing therapy.
My parental grandfather, who died before I was born, had a very rough childhood but never spoke about it. He was blind to talk about pain, and as color-blind he was (literally) he confused bright red with light blue.
Color blindness is the perfect metaphor. By never talking about his childhood he mistreated my father when he was a child. I am sure that many Americans are as he was, rationalizing their poisonous pedagogies with things like the maxim that you should never complain; that self-pity is a vice of character (that red is actually blue), etc.
The desert search for a happy ending is a long standing problem for the yanks.
Even back when Ibsen’s ‘The Dollhouse’ was acted out on stage in the US the first times, they had to change the end to Nora not leaving.
That is one of the reasons I do not foresee any reawakening of the white spirit coming from the US. They seem unable to gain strength from a tragedy.
Cesar, you are spot on! This is the terror mechanism that retards humanity. It is catapulted involuntarily from one generation to the next, till someone has the guts ( like you and me ) to say: this is enough!!!!
I remember how difficult it was as an adolescent in the presence of my parents to even name certain subjects let alone express feelings. The inhibitions were so forceful and impossible to pinpoint that I often had the feeling that I would explode . The terrible thing is the slander like “self-pity” works directly on the feelings and bypasses critical intelligence and creates wounds that have to be disinfected.
For this my instincts brought me to India where in bio-energetic therapy groups I started to get courage from people who went berserk and got relieved.. Going Berserk is the keyword here and after that there is no going back.
I’ve seen such explosions of emotions in therapies at the Ross Institute for Psychological Trauma in Dallas. But what made me see the reality of my family was to write their story. That hurts much more than any explosive therapy, as by reviewing the syntax countless times (which I do this May) the trauma purge is much more direct than an isolated explosion.
Writing those eleven autobiographical books while analysing my unredeemed family was what made the difference for me.
Yes of course everybody who starts to open up to the realities we are talking about has to regain his authenticity in an exclusively personal way. I guess for you the writing down process led to the coming forth of clarity and insight into hidden memories, it must have been a purgatory also. Be sure that the dedication you have put into your books will be like dynamite especially for the younger generations who right now suffer the pains of emotional mutilation.
For me the process was a regaining trust in my physical authenticity , that is why I went into sculpture and martial arts.
> ‘it must have been a purgatory also…’
It was an extremely disturbing experience. No wonder why I am the first writer to expose his family in several books. But again, no pain no gain…
Cesar, you do a wonderful job explaining how the gravitas of the Romans is the correct response.
Have you interacted much with people in Europe? I was wondering people in France and Spain, or other areas, would neglect gravitas in the same manner you see it neglected in the USA among racial dissidents.
Or what about Latin American racial dissidents, are they lacking gravitas as well?