Many years ago, I think it was 2007, before I discovered the white nationalist forums that split my intellectual life in twain, I used to interact with Alice Miller fans (before 2010, I dedicated myself body and soul to writing about the devastating effects of parental abuse on children). A Dutchman told me that my depression stemmed from unprocessed pain from my past and quoted Miller.
His explanation seemed misguided and simplistic, since it was obvious that the lack of a degree, and consequently a job (in the Third World it’s very difficult to prosper without a university degree, unless you inherit a family business), was what was bothering me.
Now I’m still unemployed, but at least I’ve finally understood not only what happened in my family, which took me decades to write about. (Unlike a novel, I had to wait until both my parents died, and my only non-traitorous sister also died, to finish writing the last page.) At the same time, I understood another depressing factor: the reason for the darkest hour in the West, thanks to the authors who enlightened me, whose texts can be read on this site.
Enlightenment on matters of family tragedy, or on the situation of white man’s ethno-suicide, represents only a couple of steps toward recovering one’s spirits. This morning I was answering an email from a visitor to this blog, in which I said that what we need is a kind of Spartan syssitia in which, through daily podcasts, we communicate with young Aryans in a way that is infinitely better than what Nick Fuentes does, because we are the National Socialists of the 21st century.
It seems absurd to me that those of us who want to do something effective in the world aren’t at least living on the same block to eat the three meals together, as the Spartan soldiers did. It’s impossible to recover our spirits if we don’t get together!
It’s true that a syssitia like the one I’m proposing is missing something fundamental. In Sparta, every man was expected to marry and procreate (incidentally, even after marriage the soldier ate with other soldiers to solidify the Männerbund). But given that the laws and culture of recent decades have completely corrupted women, for the moment what I propose is simply to meet like those Parisian salons before the Revolution. And although we couldn’t say anything illegal on the podcast, we would prepare young people to think in a revolutionary way. Women would come later: when, thanks to the Revolution and the laws of the Aryan state, we have already transvalued values.
Lately, I’ve been reposting images like this on X:
What’s hard for young people is waking up to the fact that this prize, marriage to a real woman—unlike the Gomorrahite freaks of today—could only be accomplished after the Revolution. Before then, it is impossible given the fiercely ethno-suicidal nature of Western culture and its laws against us. But the first step, I insist, is for this vanguard of priests of the sacred words to live under the same roof, or on the same block, to share meals and transmit our radical message to the dispossessed youth.
It will be impossible to get depressed under those conditions…