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Psychology

Survey

I see that no one else has responded to Benjamin’s survey. This motivates me to conduct an even shorter survey about what bothers visitors to this site, to the point that they frequently leave me talking to myself. What exactly bothers you—?:

– that I criticise white nationalists because, in general, they haven’t awakened to the CQ, much less transvalued their Judeo-Christian values ​​(which includes atheists)?

– that I was born in Mexico and therefore my native language is Spanish, and that it seems a bit surreal that a Latin American would dare criticise his northern neighbours? (Actually, since adolescence I’ve felt very different from the average Mexicans, as shown in the Metapedia photo of the lad I was.)

– that, according to the visitors’ POV, I don’t pay enough attention to the JQ? If this is the case, last week Nick Fuentes uploaded a video in which he spoke about, in his words, the “low IQ anti-Semites” whom we on this site have called monocausalists: those who see only subversives Jews under every stone!

– that I criticise the very foundations of the US as a nation? The truth is that I criticise the entire continent, since it was founded on the Christian religion (I don’t count the great pre-Hispanic cultures because they are extinct). Furthermore, south of the Rio Grande, the process of racial mixing began centuries before the Anglo-Germans of the north began to mix on a large scale, so I am far more critical of Latin America than of the US and Canada.

What bothers the visitors? Why are there so many visitors, according to my statistics page, who never comment? Are Europeans perhaps afraid of the draconian laws against freedom of expression in their countries? But if you fully agree with what we say here but don’t want to commit in writing, why not email me to make a donation (which doesn’t even require revealing your real name, as you can see in the sticky post)?

What bothers you, my open contempt for normies and neo-normies (those racialists who haven’t crossed the psychological Rubicon into National Socialism)?

If that’s the case, note that since I began my writing career speaking out about the hellish environment in my family that destroyed several people, I had no mercy in pointing out the perpetrators (my parents and their hired psychiatrist). If I’m capable of criticising my now-deceased parents like this, why expect a less critical or incisive spirit when I see similar shortcomings in other people?

What bothers you exactly (please tell me)…?

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Psychology

Definitions

Thomas told me something today that motivates me to define some terms.

As I’ve said, empathy is very different from compassion or sympathy for a person. We can feel sympathy for a friend, for example, because of their character.

We feel compassion for those who suffer. Perhaps it will surprise readers that I, the quintessential exterminationist, feel compassion when I see videos of both the Palestinians who suffered Israeli bombings—and the Israelis themselves who are mourning their dead from Iranian bombings!

Even Himmler, in the midst of the final solution to the Jewish problem, perfectly understood those soldiers who no longer wanted to work on that genocidal campaign and excused them from their duties, in addition to prohibiting gratuitous cruelty. (In a fictional context, recall a passage from The Turner Diaries. The omniscient narrator said that it was pointless to consider the morality of removing cancerous tissue; it was a task that simply had to be done to save the healthy tissue.)

I can feel compassion for the enemy, in the sense that while I want to exterminate them, I don’t want them to suffer (remember the four words: eliminate all unnecessary suffering). But empathy is something entirely different. According to Wikipedia:

Empathy is generally described as the ability to perceive another person’s perspective, to understand, feel, and possibly share and respond to their experience…

The ability to imagine oneself as another person is a sophisticated process. However, the basic capacity to recognize emotions in others may be innate and may be achieved unconsciously.

Innate? No. I believe that babies aren’t born with autistic impairments or genetic defects that prevent them from developing empathy as adults. It is the environment, frequently the abusive childrearing, that stunts their ability to develop empathy (see my Day of Wrath to understand the concept of “psychoclasses” and “psychogenesis”, the latter term understood as the development of empathy in the historical record). The article continues:

Empathy exists on a spectrum… The English word empathy is derived from the Ancient Greek ἐμπάθεια (empatheia, meaning “physical affection or passion”).That word derives from ἐν (en, “in, at”) and πάθος (pathos, “passion” or “suffering”). Theodor Lipps adapted the German aesthetic term Einfühlung (“feeling into”) to psychology in 1903, and Edward Titchener translated Einfühlung into English as “empathy” in 1909. In modern Greek εμπάθεια may mean depending on the context, prejudice, malevolence, malice or hatred.

In my post this morning, I alluded to a comment I made yesterday when I learned that my sister had lost her entire inheritance precisely because she is incapable of “reading” other people’s minds. Since it’s an important comment, I think it’s necessary to quote part of it so it appears in an article, not just in the comments section:

Empathy is neither sympathy for a person nor compassion for him or her.

Empathy means unconsciously detecting the vibe of the Other.
We can even have empathy for a serial killer (for example, the black guy in the Netflix series who detected Jeffrey Dahmer’s very negative psychic wavelength and ran away from his flat in time).

Genoveva has no empathy for scammers because she doesn’t even have it for her son or her brother (me). Since our mother treated Geno without empathy, she didn’t develop sufficient ego boundaries. With her diffuse ego, she has been unable to detect malice.

It’s a serious mental illness, and it all stems from the massive repression by Genoveva and millions of other humans regarding the mistreatment many of us have suffered.

My autobiographical project, if understood and practised, would cure these psychopathologies through excruciatingly painful introspections and flashbacks into how our parents murdered our souls, like surgery for the mind, but as necessary as removing cholesterol plaques from the coronary arteries during heart surgery.

But this type of literary project—a true surgery of the soul—doesn’t exist in the world except for what people like John Modrow (an American), Benjamin Power (an Englishman) and I have written.

So empathy isn’t bad, nor is an excess of it. From this perspective, there’s no such thing as toxic or ethno-suicidal empathy, as we recently saw Joel Webbon telling Nick Fuentes.

What exists is toxic compassion or ethno-suicidal sympathy for the Other, which on this site we’ve been calling neochristianity in the sense of exponentially exacerbating Christian morality to the point of self-immolation, which is what virtually every Westerner suffers from today.

But sensing the vibe of a friend or a foe—empathy—will always be good, whether to love the former or to be extremely wary of the latter.

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Psychiatry Psychology

Shrink quote

One day, my psychologist told me, “Those who need therapy don’t come. Their victims do.”

That day I understood everything.

Today I received this WhatsApp text in a chat group for chess players. It portrays what we have been calling the “trauma model,” the antithesis of mainstream psychiatry.

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Psychology Racial right

Responding

to Robert

Le Suicidé by Manet (ca. 1877-1891).

This morning, Robert commented on this site. I empathise with him because I feel the same way: Kali Yuga is killing the spirit of noble men, while all we see around us is racial betrayal and the cult of ugliness (the antithesis of the benign world in Germany glimpsed in the Beethoven film I recently promoted). Since I, too, especially in the mornings when I wake up, find myself in a state of anxious despair that eats away at my soul, I understand Robert.

But we know the medicine.

Robert: Have you read the featured article carefully?

The solution to our dilemma lies in forming a brotherhood of the sacred words. That obviously implies that some of us priests live together. I find it pathological that we live so far apart. If we lived together, it would be very easy to plan the content of the next podcast: it would be a daily show, almost every day of the year, in which two or three priests would sit around a round table to discuss current affairs (I mentioned something about this in my post on 17 December).

Precisely because that podcast would show how folk like Nick Fuentes are stuck in the middle of the Rubicon, with us talking on solid ground on the other side of the river, it would be the most radical audio-visual podcast of all the racialist forums, without comparison!

I don’t know if you’ve read my article on depression. Depression is hatred/anger repressed due to the norms of stupid society, whether it be to comply with the fourth Judeo-Christian commandment, or in our case, because we are atomised due to the idiotic behaviour of “white nationalists” who don’t live under the same roof to create the proper Männerbund.

But simply living together wouldn’t be enough to cure us of depression. What cures us is open, inflammatory, blatant and public genocidal hatred: what we would do daily in the podcasts!

Of course, that would be unnecessary if there were already a revolution, at least in a Western country: we would simply go there to fight, even if we died in the fray. But there is no revolution because all Aryan men, including white nationalists, share ethnosuicidal Christian ethics (as we saw recently when discussing Richard Spencer’s recent interview with Fuentes).

It is Christian ethics that we must first break down so that Aryan men dare to do something substantial in the real world (although, for the moment, only at the podcast level). Being atomised will only continue to destroy our spirit. Alas, some make these podcasts in the wrong country, like our friends Joseph Walsh and Chris Gibbons, who are serving years in prison in the UK due to their Black Wolf Radio.

If Europeans took their priestly vows (cf. the featured article once again), they could come to a country where it would be possible to have an audio-visual equivalent of Black Wolf Radio without running afoul of European, Canadian or Australian laws, whose governments seem intent on eradicating white populations (that also happens in the US, but at least they have the First Amendment there).

While you take your vows, as I suggested today, read William Pierce’s novel. It will immediately lift you out of your depression. But it will return after a day when you finish it, because there are no men like that in the West. Racialists are all like those women I was talking about recently (the refugee ladies during the Battle of Blackwater). They are so feminised that they are waiting for a hero on a white horse to come and rescue them, instead of being that hero themselves.

This sheds light on my post about the Eroica Symphony and why it made me cry: those were times when the ideals of the French Revolution inspired Beethoven, although, as we see in the film, he later tore up the page, very angry, on which he dedicated the symphony to Napoleon when he crowned himself emperor.

Understanding that music and getting out of depression are two sides of the same coin (Beethoven himself harboured suicidal ideation before composing the Eroica). Regarding us, only by living together will it be possible to have a kind of Spartan Syssitia that lifts our spirits. (The alternative is becoming prey to the noonday demons and ending up like the guy in Manet’s painting.)

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Psychology Racial right Real men

Gross misnomer

Considering that I discovered white nationalism when I was already half a century old, and that before I used to read, think and write about the psychological damage my parents caused to their first three children (a taboo subject—besides me, what other autobiographer does the visitor to this site know?), from time to time I obviously make psychological forays into the subject of The West’s Darkest Hour.

Over the last few days, I have been reviewing my old diaries and confirmed something I already knew.

What breaks the spirit is precisely what Thomas said yesterday in the comments section of this site: the feminised pettiness of virtually all contemporary racialists (in addition, of course, to normie males).

The very recent conversation between Richard Spencer and Nick Fuentes, the thread where Thomas commented, exemplifies this. But we could say the same about the rest of the American white nationalism forums (I’m not counting Europe because if you dare to speak there, they put you in jail).

Privately, I told Thomas that white nationalists were responsible for my horrible depression and anxiety that eat away at my soul after I lost my home this year.

Let me explain.

A few years ago, a young white man contacted me because he was desperate for fascist action in the real world. I told him that it wasn’t possible at the moment (look at what the American government did to the protesters in Charlottesville), and that he should prepare for the collapse by watching Chris Martenson’s YouTube videos on energy devolution.

But that wasn’t what this young Aryan, with all the hormones of his youth, wanted. He wanted action in the real world!

I would like to give him a better answer belatedly.

Europeans like Thomas and I are waiting for the dollar to collapse so we can buy a house in Mexico (the European Thought Police can’t molest us here) and form a kind of ecclesia for the priests of the sacred words (“We also need temples, enclosures for re-connection, as I call them”—Manu).

It’s true that the important thing is to reproduce (women), but until we take power the feminist, ethno-suicidal laws will be against forming healthy families.

The idea, so that celibate priests don’t get depressed while waiting for the revolution, is to have rabid podcasts where we can vent all our repressed hatred—something far more virulent and Nazi than the podcasts of Fuentes and company, as the goal would be to galvanise Aryan men to behave like the heroes of Pierce’s novel!

Everything else is utterly depressing, crushing to our spirit! Everything else, as I replied to Thomas yesterday, is behaving like the refugee ladies during the Battle of Blackwater!

White nationalists aren’t real men. We are. And if we don’t fight, it’s because there aren’t enough revolutionaries yet. There is not even talk of a future revolution in the forums of the American racial right. If I remember correctly, when Greg Johnson published some articles promoting Harold Covington’s revolutionary novels, Johnson’s then sponsor at TOQ Online (was it Sam Dickson?) freaked out. And that was just Covington’s fiction!

It needs to be repeated ad nauseam: White nationalism is a gross misnomer because they are really de facto conservatives, not the warriors and heroes who truly want to form a new nation so that white families, like the one above, can flourish once again.

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Kali Yuga Psychology Real men

Depression

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…

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Psychology War!

Mercouris

Regarding the war in Ukraine, the podcaster who provides the most detailed and insightful information I know is Alexander Mercouris.

In his video today, recorded with an annoying background hum because Mercouris isn’t at his London home but in a Scottish hotel, in five minutes, starting here, Mercouris brilliantly explains the malignant narcissism currently afflicting Western governments.

This malignant narcissism reminds me of what I’ve written on this blog about Marco’s case: a psychotic man I spoke with again yesterday (and also with his alarmed cousin, who no longer wants to see the madman Marco).

It seems clear to me that individual psychoses, and social psychoses—like what these Europeans believe is happening in Ukraine—are identical. What distinguishes an individual psycho from mass psychosis is simply that, since in the latter millions share the same psychosis, it’s not obvious that they’re insane.

It suits me that these Westerners are crazy because, as the ancient Greeks said, those whom the Gods wish to destroy they first drive mad. And the only chance for us to take power is if these now invincible governments go crazier than shithouse rats.

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Nick Fuentes Psychohistory Psychology

Jews in panic

Several WN pundits are feeling very envious that Nick Fuentes is the voice that has caused a crisis in the Republican party, to the point that a schism is beginning to appear among conservatives: Israel first or the US?

When I started posting a series about Game of Thrones years ago, everyone ignored me on this site. What I was trying to figure out was the reason for the show’s popularity. In my opinion, it was because, despite the Jewish directors, there were many shots that artistically showcased not only Aryan beauty, but also the beauty of an idealized medieval Aryan world based on fantasy novels: just what the white race needs but with NS directors.

Now we have the same phenomenon among very young people who follow Fuentes. This year, by the way, a European (not Benjamin) visited me and told me that the fate of the Aryan race rests on the shoulders of the Zoomers, and that we must appeal to them.

I think it’s true.

This site has been highly critical of the American racial right precisely because they don’t speak with the brutal frankness that Nick does. Alex Linder spoke like that, but it’s obvious that his exterminationism made him—as it makes me—a premature birth of a future that hasn’t yet materialized.

In contrast, Fuentes’s voice appeals to the current overtone window of white American Zoomers. That’s magnificent, and it’s something white nationalists have been unable to do because they’ve stagnated in mere essay writing without the power of oratory.

I recently reminded my visitors that Linder compared the “lite” racialists to middle-class little bourgeois eating crustless sandwiches, but yesterday I remembered that Linder added that they did so with their pinky fingers raised while holding their sandwiches at their meetings. That’s the diametrical opposite of what Nick does!

The Jews are panicking because if this kid’s voice becomes mainstream, it’s game over for them, and not just for their little wars for a Greater Israel in the Middle East. That’s why a couple of days ago Ben Shapiro did something unprecedented: a special program against Fuentes in which he didn’t even allow the commercials from his previous podcasts (see also Nick’s own hilarious response).

It’s true that Fuentes has gone so far as to say he wants to establish a Christian theocracy in the US where anti-Christians (like me, for example) wouldn’t be allowed to live. But that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that the collective unconscious of white Americans, at least that of Nick’s countless followers, is moving in our direction for the first time since the fateful year of 1945!

It’s the same thing I detected with the Game of Thrones phenomenon, the most popular TV series. Since intuitive psychology is my forte, I see the first signs (with Nick, not with Game of Thrones) that the white collective unconscious might awaken after its long, long slumber.

So I’ll support Fuentes if he runs for president.

In the unlikely event that he does win (if there were attacks against Trump, we can already imagine what would happen), I’d probably start criticizing him once he’s inaugurated because, given his Christian ethics, he might not fulfil his campaign promises: crushing the left, something that can only be done by staging a coup—becoming a dictator—in order to open two or three Dachau-style concentration camps in the US: my dream come true (as I said recently, that’s why I visited Dachau outside Munich this very year: a solo pilgrimage!).

But for now, I support Nick Fuentes. I don’t care that he’s a Christian. Crossing the psychological Rubicon can only be done step by step, sometimes even baby steps. This is how the Aryan collective unconscious operates, seeking to rid itself of the Jewish collective unconscious that currently imprisons it.

And if we’re talking about racialism and being aware of the JQ, and that only the power of oratory can galvanize the masses, Nick could become what Hegel wrote about Napoleon even though, as a patriotic German, he disliked Napo: “I see the spirit of the world seated upon a horse.”

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Carl Gustav Jung Neanderthalism Psychohistory Psychology

Collective unconscious

I’d like to comment on something I consider important. Although the Neanderthal became extinct thousands of years ago, long before the first civilisations, the myths about yetis, the abominable snowmen and sasquatch have a profound explanation. In Man and His Symbols, Carl Jung said:

The archetype in dream symbolism

By “history” I do not mean the fact that the mind builds itself up by conscious reference to the past through language and other cultural traditions. I am referring to the biological, prehistoric, and unconscious development of the mind in archaic man, whose psyche was still close to that of the animal… My views about the “archaic remnants,” which I call “archetypes” or “primordial images,” have been constantly criticized by people who lack a sufficient knowledge of the psychology of dreams and of mythology. [page 67]

The Swiss psychologist illustrated this with a case that impressed me:

A very important case came to me from a man who was himself a psychiatrist. One day he brought me a handwritten booklet he had received as a Christmas present from his 10-year-old daughter. It contained a whole series of dreams she had had when she was eight. They made up the weirdest series of dreams that I have ever seen, and I could well understand why the father was more than just puzzled by them. Though childlike, they were uncanny, and they contained images whose origin was wholly incomprehensible to the father. Here are the relevant motifs from the dreams. [page 69]

I’ll just mention a couple of dreams, and Jung’s brief interpretation that describes what we call “the collective unconscious”:

A drop of water is seen, as it appears when looked at through a microscope. The girl sees that the drop is full of tree branches. This portrays the origin of the world.

A small mouse is penetrated by worms, snakes, fishes, and human beings. Thus the mouse becomes human. This portrays the four stages of the origin of mankind…

Precisely a little mouse-like creature that survived the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs was our remote ancestor! Unfortunately, something happened to the little girl:

The father was convinced that the dreams were authentic, and I have no reason to doubt it. I knew the little girl myself, but this was before she gave her dreams to her father, so that I had no chance to ask her about them. She lived abroad and died of an infectious disease about a year after that Christmas. [page 70]

In my humble opinion, this can help to understand the myths about yetis and the abominable snowmen…

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Psychology

Consumption, 11

In these years, my dreams started to play on me again and horrify me. Always from childhood, I had had regular nightmares, tossing and turning in the sheets and sobbing out […]

However, one particular recurring dream motif pushed to the surface around my 18th year (although I had nightmares involving it one and off rarely since at least the age of eight). By one point in my ‘home year’, it had come to me almost every time I slept. I would just be drifting off, and, suddenly, in black and white, and with internal sound, huge, spined, skeletal slugs would push into my vision out of the perceptual blackness, often coming from the right of my view, circling in front of me, all feelers and demonic faces of jutting bone and bloody teeth, but still basically giant black slugs beneath the macabre inventiveness. They were an almost infinite array of them […] tugging off chunks of skin […] engulfed in hellish molluscs, in a cold spray of my blood.

After what felt like long minutes of this, I would wake in horrified agony, leaping up out of bed screaming. I would often urinate in fear or otherwise scrabble back and forth […] Having the light on as I slept, as I had been accustomed to doing my whole life, made no tangible difference. Every single night, for days on end, I would be left run down and exhausted, terrified to return to sleep, a pronounced somniphobia and artificial insomnia developing in me […]

Over the years, I have tried many times to assuage this fear and shift the dreams by taking them out into the waking reality, drawing these devilish alien slugs, or designing them with computer art programs.

The abstract beginning of a slug dream

One of the slugs preparing to bite me

Bony slugs clambering into my vision

More demonic slugs emerge

A terrifying toothed slug gets up close to my face

Eight months after my return from Brookside, my nightmares started to get to me, no doubt aided by Dad’s continuing stress-inducing rows and an inability to relax at any moment when awake, conscious only that my door would be flung back, and Dad would storm into my room to find some new, insignificant, niggling excuse to wear me down.

Editor’s interpolated note: To escape the living nightmare, Benjamin attempted suicide at the age of eighteen.

I awoke partially in the ambulance and again on a hospital gurney, feeling the sharp scratch of a needle on my inner arm and hearing voices around me […] I had first been given a 5-pint emergency blood transfusion in the evening. […]

I had been taking both of my tablets [psychiatric meds - Ed.] for over a year now. Why was I feeling like this? I had long decided that that was a foolish question. These tablets were a sham. […]

Past all these faded symbolic worries, there was always Dad. I approached each new conversation with the hope of warmth and basic human respect, but that was rarely, if ever, the case. I realised one thing, at least. I loved him, but I was afraid of him. As for my mother […] at least she did not mock me.