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Autobiography Correspondence Hojas Susurrantes (book)

Nobody wanted to listen, 11

Epilogue

Every time I tried to draw water from the well, the bucket came out dry in the desert of my acquaintances. Parents or personal tragedies, as a subject, was forbidden throughout society. For decades I couldn’t cover the topic with anyone.

For the human galaxy of those who commit suicide that history has seen, ‘at least one soul in the entire world’ could have saved them, some confessed. But they had no one to show solidarity with them and they killed themselves. How many millions of humans could have written a History of My Mind like the one the poet Kleist threw into the flames before blowing his brains out? Throughout my twenties and thirties something similar happened to me: I couldn’t write when I had everything ready to do so. Nor could I study a career, and what is worse, I didn’t understand why. In addition to the Letter I had written, my will faded away as I tried other enterprises. Then someone appeared in my life.

Caesar:

The day before I received your letter. How long the mail takes!

I have finished reading your book, it is so shocking and disturbing that sometimes I had to stop reading because of the sadness and pain I felt. It made me think and once I started to cry and I better stopped reading it because I was going to wet the pages… I understand your suffering and at the same time I admire your strength. Another lad would have become an alcoholic, a drug addict, a homosexual, a robber or whatnot.

Despite everything, I imagine that your parents love you, as well as you love them. How good it would be if they recognised the damage they caused you and changed their attitude towards you. The past could no longer be changed, but perhaps you would feel better in your self-esteem. (I think deep down they feel remorse, but they don’t want to admit it. How humility is necessary to recognise one’s mistakes.)

November 24, 1998. And you walking through those gloomy streets of Manchester, at midnight, with the solitude of Chirico’s paintings. Like a repetitive nightmare: the teenage Caesar slapped and alone. The one who lost his family and only loved his tree. The Caesar who walked around in his bedroom at his grandmother’s house when he turned thirty…

July 17, 1999. The letter you want to send to your mother (‘Postscript: I will never forget the golden stage that, thanks to you, dad and my siblings, I passed as a child in the house in Palenque’) touched me. I really like that about you.

But I am very sad that there is no reconciliation with your family. I felt a lump in my throat when I read your postscript: you love them Caesar. I can’t understand why your parents harden their hearts—they love you too! How sad that out of pride, for reasons unknown, they don’t come near you. How would it feel to lose their child? I don’t want them to leave this world with that abyss towards you…

Don’t take me wrong, believe me it comes from my heart.

Take care,

Paulina.

Returning to the country after a year in the gloomy and rainy city of Manchester, and speaking with her in person, she confessed to me that upon reaching the passage of my Letter where I put on a jacket when running away from home when my father hit me, she felt like a Thumbelina like the one in the children’s story. That Thumbelina, she told me, although she couldn’t travel back in time to that night in April 1976 and console myself, felt all the intensity of my tragedy. She wanted to be, although at least as small as the character in the story, an inner voice of comfort in my heart during the most crucial night of my life.

Paulina’s compassion was the cure for my soul: the antithesis of all the offenses of so many people over so many years. A single word of comfort can save a life. It’s like seeing life in colour again after centuries of seeing everything in black and white. ‘If at least one soul in the whole world…’ said those who would commit suicide.

But they had none.

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Hitler’s prophecy

Dear César,

Concerning the decline of the USA and the UK, for example, I would like to remind you on a speech given by the Führer on February 24th 1945 (this was nine days after the British-American genocidal aerial bombing attack on the city of Dresden). As fate of these peoples he prophesied:

What we once so often preached nationally about the nature of the coalition hostile to us is now confirmed: A diabolical pact between democratic capitalism and jewish bolshevism. All those peoples whose statesmen have committed themselves to this pact will sooner or later be the victims of the spirits they have called.

And this I would formulate regarding the white nationalists who don’t want to realize the CQ and complain about the Jew (you are free to cite it):

‘A Christian WN “anti-Semite” is mentally like a drunkard who got drunk on semitic hooch and then squawks in the alley that he can’t walk straight’.

Best wishes for you and kind regards,

Albus

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Correspondence Psychohistory

Letter from Manu

Dear Chechar,

Thanks for translating and including my post on your blog. I am attaching another post I wrote last year, which may also be of interest. You can include it on your blog if you find it interesting.

There, I mention my concern about so few followers and websites related to our cause, the Aryan cause, both in Europe and in other Western countries. We lack powerful media resources; we need to spread the message widely, and time is short. And let’s not talk about the bad press we have everywhere.

Another problem is the lack of unity. We do not have a clear and unified ideology. Our groups have to exclude all the Christians and pro-Jewish (or Hinduists or Buddhists). We should pursue a purely ideological Aryan and spiritual purity.

I recently read a couple of articles on Christianity by Pierce in Counter-Currents. In discussing these, Pierce had Christianity and white nationalism as mutually exclusive. I absolutely agree with this. Pierce said:

We need ethics; we need values and standards; we need a worldview. And if one wants to call all of these things together a religion, then we need a religion. One might choose, instead, however, to call them a philosophy of life. Whatever we call it, it must come from our own race soul; it must be an expression of the innate Aryan nature. And it must be conducive to our mission of racial progress.

But we do not need a new religion; only need to be aware of our pre-Christian cultures. We must recover such cultures to educate our children according to the varied heritage that these cultures represent. I think of the Edda, of the Mabinogion; in Homer and Virgil—not to mention our tragedians, our poets, our philosophers… We must extract that immensely rich heritage and moral maxims.

We also need temples, enclosures for re-connection, as I call them. An ever-living fire in these areas will suffice. We need places where we can gather and remember our stories: readings of texts, commentaries, discussion panels, and more. Something collective and social; religious and cultural centers where our people may have psychological or spiritual support, or get truthful information about our ancestors, or the incidents of our history. We need to divide the year with special celebrations related to happy or tragic milestones of our past: the Christianization and the Islamization of our peoples, for example, with our own calendars of saints’ days (our heroes and those most representative). We need to retrieve the Greek, Roman, Celt, German, and other names…

That is, to do what we could not do: to have our own history because our history was usurped by the Christian clergy. We only had a Christian history.

This I take from my post “The sublime Indo-European heritage”:

Christianized or Islamized peoples have been deprived of our history, deprived of the natural evolution of our traditions. Our own future has been usurped. We have had an imposed history, Christian or Muslim. These ideologies have led our literary, architectural, scientific, philosophical, and musical creations. For centuries, the themes of Biblical or Koranic characters have filled our literature, our architecture (temples dedicated to foreign gods), our music… In our European Middle Ages, for example, you won’t find on the windows, walls, cathedrals, or mosques our historical or legendary characters, our thinkers or the milestones of our history. Those are not, therefore, places of worship for ancient Europeans, but for Christians or Muslims.

For hundreds of years, our cultural genius was forced to speak in alien terms for our being. Think of the literature, the music, or the architecture we would have had if we had not been dominated by a foreign ideology or culture; if we had remained Persians, Greeks, Germans, Slavs…

In short, we need to create the Aryan community (ecclesia), which, for the above circumstances, we never had. The Aryan ecclesias need to thrive in our towns and cities. Our “priests” (for lack of a better word) are not experts in theology but in history, anthropology, and Indo-European linguistics… They must be skilled in the various Indo-European traditions.

It is obvious that such bonding and religious centers will only be for the Aryans. The rest of the people or races are excluded. This won’t be a universal ideology, but an ethnic one.

I could comment more, but let us leave it here.

Manu