Beauty – THE WEST'S DARKEST HOUR

Lebenskraft ! (7)

Hallstatt

1 May

Leaving Vienna and en route to Salzburg I passed through Hallstatt: famous for being one of the most beautiful villages in the world, in the middle of the Alpine landscape and the Salzburg Lakes area. Before it became a tourist centre, its little houses and alleys dating back to the 16th century were a delight to stroll through.

From the bus, even before reaching Hallstatt, I began to see beautiful, cosy little houses on the side of the road, in stark contrast to the palaces of Vienna, even though winter blankets the whole area with snow. I saw black pines, spruces and extensive pastures. Above were the rocks of the Austrian Alps and snow on some of the mountains.

The problem is that this beautiful village of less than a thousand inhabitants has been bastardised by the masses of non-Aryan tourists. That happens when, instead of loving one’s ethnicity and culture, one becomes a worshipper of Mammon: while these tourists, mostly gooks, leave a lot of money to the town. If Hitler had won the war his descendants wouldn’t allow the hordes of Asians I saw in Hallstatt to ruin the landscape.

Well after midday I walked through the village and found myself sitting in one of the seats in the church we can see in the background in the picture above. Looking back over the dozens of photos I had taken of Hallstatt, I was struck by the fact that I had raised the camera so that not a single coloured tourist appeared! But what I saw, as I noted while still sitting in the church chair, only shows what the Aryan was and what, now, no longer exists. Only its ostentatious monuments and picturesque little corners, such as Hallstatt, remain. But even that will disappear as the Aryan DNA disappears due to the ongoing miscegenation.

These people are a basket case. In church I saw an Aryan family, a man, wife and daughter whose father put a coin in this box:

Several overweight whites I had been seeing in the places I have mentioned in this series, many licking their ice cream like little Joe Bidens. I reiterate: I didn’t enjoy this trip. The spectacle of non-whites, even as tourists in little towns like Hallstatt, offended me to the highest degree: a visual outrage. It reminded me of something Tyrone Joseph Walsh told me, referring to what Revilo Oliver had written: that once a people lose their Lebenskraft, that thirst for life cannot be regained.

May he be wrong! But the truth is that today’s world is, for me, a horrible nightmare from which I cannot wake up.

In the 17th photograph of our ‘European beauty’ series, which I uploaded to this site today, we see a mountain backdrop in northern Italy (see my exchange yesterday about the locations that the photos represent). That Italian mountain may well have inspired Leonardo da Vinci for some of his drawings of the Holy Family, or the Annunciation with mountains in the background. It was a time when artists were almost compelled to paint pictures with religious motifs, although the angel of the Annunciation, beyond the Nordic and the hyperborean, is the absolute opposite of any Semitic profile. These are the antecedents of the nymphs that Parrish painted last century against the background of majestic mountains.

In the 18th and 19th centuries, when artists became independent of the patronage of the Church, they were finally able to admire the mountains and Aryan beauty from a more secular viewpoint. On a mountain excursion in 1739 the poet Thomas Gray, visiting the Grande Chartreuse, wrote: ‘Not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and beauty’.

More famous for admiring nature were Goethe and poets like Coleridge and Wordsworth, and in painting Turner came to capture more abstractly the vital spirit of nature. While Constable painted the plains the poet Wordsworth was more associated with the mountains. I confess that Wordsworth’s leisurely, long solo walks in the English countryside prompted me to ask about prices for houses in Perth when I visited Scotland because that town was perfect for my long solo walks. Of course, it was only a fantasy as I have no money in the bank. Still, I cherished the idea of moving to a place where I could feel European Nature without interference from Gomorrah.

The inhabitants of Gomorrah may believe that by going to the gym they’ll be healthy, ignoring that a healthy body can only inhabit a healthy mind. It can only be obtained through the spirit of romantic poets and painters who understood, through their art, what Hitler would later understand through pantheism. The Aryan dissident who feels like Lot in Gomorrah and cannot afford a cosy cottage in the countryside should undertake the study of art in the solitude of his room, though unlike what Catholic Kenneth Clark told us, from the panentheist point of view.

This is one of the tremendous deficits of American white nationalism. Without the feeling of the numinous, it is impossible to awaken what Jung called the Self, as the full understanding of beauty is the royal road to a true racial awakening.