Old Luxembourg
Author: C .T.
I have been forbidden to visit England since my participation in the Hitler camp at Costwolds in August 1962. The situation created nine years ago or more by the presence on British soil of almost two million Africans, Jamaicans and Pakistanis, not to mention the Jews who had arrived as early as 1933, was already alarming if not tragic. And according to the echoes that I have been able to hear, it has only worsened since then as no measures have been taken to expel all these non-native elements. […].
Eventually, they will be a hundred thousand, fifty thousand, twenty thousand [whites] scattered over the whole surface of the British Isles, then overpopulated with half-breeds of different shades. The English will be drowned among some hundred or two hundred million robots, generally dark-skinned, with the most varied features. They will be the only creatures in this termite mound worthy of the name ‘man’ in the sense we would use it. But the world of that time will have no use for such creatures.
Perhaps they will cultivate in themselves a belatedly awakened Aryan consciousness. Perhaps they will manage, despite the distances, to meet from time to time in small groups, and talk nostalgically about ‘old England,’ now deader than the Athens of Pericles. Perhaps, at some pitiful meeting on some historic anniversary, some man of knowledge and insight will arise and tell his brethren of the race the remote and deep causes of their downfall.
Behold, he will tell them, we are paying the price of the folly of our ancestors. They are the ones who, in what was once our Empire, encouraged the propaganda of the Christian missionaries, compulsory vaccination and the adherence of the ‘literates’ to democratic principles. They stubbornly refused the hand sincerely extended to them by the greatest of all Europeans: Adolf Hitler. In response to his repeated offer of alliance and his promise to leave us the domination of the seas, they unleashed the Second World War against him, drowned his country in a deluge of phosphorus and fire, and burned alive nearly five million of his compatriots, women and children, under the burning rubble or in the shelters where the liquefied asphalt of the streets penetrated in fiery streams.[1]
We are paying the price for the crimes of Mr Churchill and all those who believed in them and fought against National Socialist Germany, our sister, the defender of our common race. These men, you may say, were bona fide but short-sighted. That may be so. But that doesn’t excuse them before History. Stupidity is itself a crime when the interest of the nation, and especially of the Race, is at stake. We cannot do what our fathers did and escape punishment!
The punishment will be to have some woolly-haired, simian-faced Christian as Prime Minister of Great Britain: a descendant of equatorial African immigrants and perhaps named Winston after the gravedigger of the former British Empire. The punishment will be to live amid a brownish, camel-headed England—also, at least in large part, woolly-haired—whose former inhabitants, the legitimate inhabitants, the Aryans, whether Normans, Saxons or Celts, will number as few as the native Americans on the reservations do today in the US.
Then, perhaps, groups of true Englishmen, more obstinate than the others in their resentment, more combative if not less desperate, will burn, every 8th of May, some effigy of Churchill purposely grotesque: his big puffy, plump face, furnished with the legendary cigar and smeared like that of a clown; his big belly stuffed with gunpowder. May 8 will, indeed, at last be recognised as the anniversary of the shame of England as much as of the misfortune of the sister nation; once hated, now adored with all the passion that accompanies remorse that we know is useless.
Perhaps these same Englishmen, and others, will publicly worship Adolf Hitler, the Saviour whom their ancestors of yesterday rejected and whom their ancestors of today—our contemporaries—still insult. Perhaps there will be, among the dwindling number of Aryans throughout the world, a militant minority, serene, almost happy in its unshakeable loyalty, who will worship him while waiting to become (they or their descendants) the bodyguard of the Avenger he hinted at but wasn’t: Kalki. But all late repentance and retrospective devotions will remain ineffective, both in Europe and among the Aryan minorities in other countries, especially in an increasingly Jewified and negrified America. Nothing can save the youngest of humanity’s noble races from the fate that must befall as a consequence of the crimes committed or tolerated by too many of its representatives under the influence of anthropocentrism of the wrong sort.
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[1] Editor’s note: read Tom Goodrich’s 2010 book Hellstorm: The Death of Nazi Germany.
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What I am saying here about the decline of the Aryan isn’t confined to India. It is a fact observable in any country with a multiracial population, in which the State opposes the promotion of superior ethnic elements instead of encouraging it at all costs and by all means. This is particularly evident in any country with a multiracial population in which the state clings to democratic rule, where power rests with the majority.[1]
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[1] Editor’s note: Democracy is the worst of political systems, as Plato saw in his Republic. Already in modern times, John Stuart Mill came to discover that when it is society itself that is the tyrant—society collectively—it exercises a more formidable social tyranny because it leaves fewer means of escape from it. And Alexis de Tocqueville wrote in Democracy in America that the kind of oppression that democratic nations use is altogether different from anything that has ever existed in the world. The French aristocrat added that his contemporaries will find no prototype of this in recorded history.
In vain did Tocqueville search for an expression that would adequately convey the idea he had of this new socio-political animal, and said that the old words ‘despotism’ and ‘tyranny’ were inappropriate. We are dealing with a new form of social control. Tocqueville’s observations left a deep imprint on the thinking that Mill would express a little later in On Liberty. Mill observed that despite claims of the contrary democracy doesn’t protect the interests of all but simply for the interests of the majority (‘two legged mammals’ is Savitri’s pejorative term of what I simply call ‘Neanderthals’).
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So what is left for those who now live, devoted body and soul, to our ideal of visible (and invisible) perfection on all levels? On a global scale, or even a national scale, absolutely nothing. It is too late. The twenty-fifth hour has come and gone, too long ago. On an individual scale, or at least on a restricted scale, we must preserve, insofar as it is still within our power, the beauty of the world: human, animal, vegetable, inanimate; all beauty. The elite minorities must be defended at all costs: all the noble minorities, whether they be the Aryans of Europe, Asia or America, conscious of the excellence of their common race, or the noble trees threatened with the atrocious uprooting by bulldozers for multitudes of two-legged mammals, less beautiful and less innocent than them.
It remains to watch and resist, and to help any beautiful minority attacked by the agents of chaos; to resist, even if it only delays by a few decades the disappearance of the last aristocrats. There is nothing else one can do, except, perhaps, to curse in one’s heart, day and night, today’s humanity (with very rare exceptions) and to work with all one’s might for their annihilation. There is nothing to do but to make oneself responsible for the end of this cycle, at least by wishing it ceaselessly, knowing that thought—and especially directed thought—is also a force, and that the invisible governs the visible.
[…] The passage of the poem quoted above reminds me of the title of a book published in France a few years ago: a cry of alarm at the idea that what will be, in a generation or two, the amplitude of human expansion on the surface of our unhappy planet: Six milliards d’insectes, i.e. six billion two-legged mammals with the habits and mentality of the termite mound.[1]
Forests are mercilessly uprooted by bulldozers so that a human settlement, certainly less beautiful than it, disappears to make way for ‘laughter, vile noises, cries of despair.’[2]
[…] The action which suppresses it for the benefit of man, that insatiable parasite, is a crime against the universal mother whose respect should be the first duty of a so-called thinking being. And it is almost consoling, for those who think and aren’t particularly enamoured of the two-legged mammal, to see that Mother Nature sometimes reacts to this outrage by manifesting herself in her terrible aspect.
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[1] Editor’s note: At the time of editing this book the world population has exceeded 8 billion: double compared to the time when Savitri was writing her book.
[2] Leconte de Lisle, ‘Là Forêt Vierge’ (Poèmes Barbares).
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This is a translation to Portuguese of the article ‘The Silk Road, the String of Pearls and the competition for the Indian Ocean (I of III)’.
There is no worse enemy of the beauty of the world than the unlimited proliferation of man. There is no worse enemy of the quality of man himself than this proliferation: it cannot be repeated too often that a choice must be made between ‘quantity’ and ‘quality.’
The history of our cycle is, like that of any cycle, the history of an indefinitely prolonged struggle between quality and quantity, until the victory of the latter: a complete victory, but a very short one since it necessarily coincides with the end of the cycle and the coming of the Avenger, whom I have called by his Sanskrit name: Kalki.
If I say that the heroic but practically useless attempt at recovery represented by Hitlerism is the last, it is because I know of no force in the present world able to stop universal decadence. Despite all the power and prestige at his disposal, Adolf Hitler was unable to create—recreate—the conditions that were and remain essential for the blossoming of a Golden Age. He could neither suppress technology nor reduce the number of people in the world to anything like one-thousandth of what it is today; that is, practically to what it was during the centuries before our Dark Age.
It is possible and even probable that, victorious, he would have tried to do so, gradually. But his victory would have had to be complete and not only on a European but on a world scale, and there would have been no power on earth to rival his and to thwart his work. But then he would have been Kalki Himself, and we would now be living at the dawn of a new cycle. He needed technology, and at least a growing German population, to carry out his fight against the tide of time under the present conditions.
The next time it won’t be giants or demigods but miserable dwarfs who will suffer the inevitable destruction: billions of dwarves, banal in their ugliness, without character, who will disappear before the Avenger: like an anthill destroyed by a lava flow.
In any case, whether or not we survive the painful childbirth of the new cycle, we won’t be among these dwarfs. The ordeal of 1945 and especially of the post-war years—seductive prosperity—will have made us, the few, what we are and what we remain. And in the roar of unleashed power that will mark the end of all that we so cordially despise, we shall greet with a shiver of ecstasy the Voice of divine revenge, whose triumph will be ours even if we must perish.
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Translation of must-read paragraphs:
At this stage of globalisation there is no longer any doubt that those who dominate the world today are not interested in allowing the individual to rise and cultivate his creativity, fruitfulness and power, let alone allowing various individuals outside the circles of power to unite and behave as a single being with their interests. We are now in a position to identify the tendencies that globalisation intends to impose on the white race through its social engineering:
– Destruction of collectivity: race, nation, culture, religion, social class, profession, family or any strut of collective identity around which a strong group can be organised. All must be submerged in a confused global jumble. When the individual is just ‘one more’ and is not integrated into a strong group, a tribe that channels and protects him, it is easier to dominate him, manipulate him and put ideas into his head. Any good cult (and globalisation is a mass cult) must uproot the individual before reshaping his mind.
– Social Balkanisation and civil war: men against women, young against old, separatism, urban tribes, sects, political parties, football teams, subsidising of ‘ethnic minorities’, anything that divides society by promoting the ‘all against all’ that diverts the anger of the people and divides us so that the financial caste can win.
– Relativism and behavioural degeneration: whatever you do is OK: You can be unfaithful to your wife or husband, you can make laziness, indiscipline and complacency a way of life, you can shove cans of coke up your ass, you can snort, smoke, swallow or inject every drug there is and ever will be, you can steal, corrupt and sow evil around you, you can have as many abortions as you want, you can have sex with people of the same sex, you can harm defenceless animals and you can indulge in the most depraved vices. All this does not make you a despicable being, because there are no taboos and there are no sins. You will never be punished for your faults because there is no right, there is no wrong… This state of sacrilegious, ignorant and self-destructive pride was called hubris by the ancient Greeks.
– Promotion of hedonism: The individual lives only for himself, i.e. that he is a helpless and weak clown without a tribe. Since the human being does not need to be given anything, but to earn it, this gratuitous and cheap hedonism will not satiate him and he will always look for more matter and more sensory pleasure to devour. The last stop on this journey is mental collapse, physical degeneration and a burnt-out spirit that no longer believes in anything.
– Annihilation of old world values: Honour, fidelity, altruism, patriotism, sense of duty, courage, fierceness, heroism, generosity, discipline, respect, collective solidarity, pride in family, tradition and lineage, etc.
– ‘Women’s liberation’ is the name given to the operation of doubling the labour force, increasing consumption and halving wages by subjecting women to the whims of the labour market and capitalism. The effects have been the disintegration of the family cell and the uprooting of children from it, throwing them into being raised by the state, the education system, television and multinationals, bringing international trade into the last redoubt of the natural world: the home. A society that promotes the promiscuous woman as ‘interesting’ and ‘experienced’, that mocks mothers of large families, that considers a fifteen-year-old virgin to be foolish and that lacks the archetype of the pure young mother, the true female, is a society doomed to dissolution.
– Materialism. Material abundance and disordered sensory stimuli are controlled by the System, ergo making the human being addicted to matter and fashions will make him addicted to the System and also alienate him from the spiritual. Stripped of his spiritual side and love, but also stripped of his natural and animal side, of his fierce and fighting instinct, the modern human being becomes a wimp.
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– Aggressive promotion of dysgenesis, multiculturalism and all races but white in Western nations. The white race itself seems to be an obstacle to be removed. Immigration and multiculturalism are sacred cows, modern taboos that no one within the official system dares to question. Globalisation and its multiracial ideology have become the new dogma of our time. It is now revolutionary and heretical to talk about race, racial purity and fighting for the survival of your genetic code.
The leaders who have led, or will lead, some phase of the eternal struggle ‘against Time’ after the limit point where a last great recovery would still have been possible—after what Virgil Ghéorghiou calls ‘the twenty-fifth hour’—haven’t been able and won’t be able to leave behind them anything in this visible and tangible world, except a handful of clandestine disciples. And these have, and will have, nothing to look forward to—except the coming of Kalki… He who returns for the last time in our cycle has many names. But He is the same under all of them. Now He is known by His action, that is, by His victory over all followed by the dazzling dawn of the next cycle: the new Satya Yuga or Age of Truth. The defeat in this world of a Leader who fought against universal decadence, and therefore against the arrow of Time, is enough to prove that this Leader, however great he may have been, wasn’t Him. He may well have been Him in essence: the eternal Saviour not of man but of Life who returns innumerable times. But he was certainly not Him in the ultimate form in which He must reappear at the end of every cycle.
Adolf Hitler wasn’t Kalki although he was, essentially speaking, the same as the ancient Rama Chandra, Krishna or Siegfried: the Leader of a true ‘holy war’, of a ceaseless struggle against the forces of disintegration, the forces of the abyss. He was, like every great fighter against the current of Time, a forerunner of Kalki.
I think that the grandiose parades to the rhythm of the Horst-Wessel-Lied (the anthem of the NSDAP from 1930 to 1945), under the folds of the red, white and black swastika standard and all that glory that was the Third German Reich, are as irrevocably past as the splendours of prestigious Troy: as past and as immortal because one day Legend will recreate them when epic poetry is again a collective need. He who returns from age to age, both destroyer and preserver, will appear again at the very end of your cycle to initiate the Golden Age of the next cycle. As I have recalled in these pages, Adolf Hitler was waiting for him. He said to Hans Grimm in 1928: ‘I know that I am not the One who is to come,’ that is, the last and only fully victorious Man against Time of our cycle. ‘I only take on the most urgent task of preparation (die dringlichste Vorarbeit) for there is no one to do it.’
One incommensurably harder than he will accomplish the final task—the task of rectification—on the ruins of a humanity that believed all was permitted because it is endowed with a brain capable of calculations: a humanity that largely deserved its fall and loss.