My recent response to Benjamin reflects why it’s not so easy for me to leave this obscure site, The Wests Darkest Hour, and just go on a trolling campaign to X, Substack, TikTok or some other platform for neo-normies, where quite a few kids living in the Kali Yuga era have apparently forgotten to read books.
Yin-Yang tree, day and night.
Nota bene: A neo-normie is someone who has taken a couple of baby steps across the psychological Rubicon—for example, knowing something about the Jewish question or the ethnocidal levels of immigration in the West—but has a long way to go to reach the other side of the river.
“Christians need to stop dragging their feet and become Pagan. The West is dying because Christians worship an effeminate Hebrew: Jesus. If you care about Europe, stop worshiping an effeminate Hebrew, and offer sacrifice to the deathless gods who rule the broad heavens”. —The Hellenist
There are several things I’d like to clarify about my two previous posts.
First, they’re two different things. In “Not Manson!” I was referring to the fact that, with the exception of Benjamin, racialists maintain an insulting silence regarding mental illness. That’s wrong. Our friend Joseph Walsh, whose parents committed him to a psychiatric ward as a teenager, would now be in his thirties on our Syssitia uploading podcasts with Chris if he had done the inner work—like Ben and I did with our autobiographies. Instead, he and Chris were reckless, and the British government imprisoned them.
Joseph thought he was very macho, very Yang by admiring Charles Manson, but what he needed was the opposite: some yin insight to heal. I suggested it to him in his London apartment: to research anti-psychiatry (he was taking pills). But he ignored me and went his own way. We see what happened last year: the totalitarian UK government was bothered by their podcasts and sentenced them to years in prison.
Who was right, he or I? And if I have a point, that we must talk about our family tragedies in order to heal, why the hurtful silence on this blog?
Regarding my other post, “Another taboo?” Cuculcán commented:
Commenting here may have a cathartic effect, but that’s about it. Engaging normies or enemies is more useful than preaching to the choir.
A foreign IP doesn’t save you from prosecution, and putting trust in somebody else’s OPSEC and protection against hacking is not easy.
If you’re looking at potentially years in prison, you’re going to want to make it worthwhile, not risk your future just to write some comments for short-term relief.
I don’t know if Cuculcán is aware of what’s been said here. If you have First Amendment rights, like in the US, they don’t imprison you as they did to Chris and Joseph. My idea was for them to come to Mexico, form a group, and launch podcasts from here. There’s no way the European government can do to you what they did to Chris and Joseph if you’re here.
This site is too intellectual for mass appeal. These times are over. Attention spans are in seconds. Use X or TikTok.
Some other ‘intellectual’ sites may still exist and have more engagement but only because they’re ‘respectable’ (i.e. Xtian/cuckservative).
People want to be part of something popular, not obscure and underground. Unfortunately, this site isn’t very well known.
Even in that thread, Tom Rogers already answered that with his question: “Does a value shift and adoption of National Socialism require almost a monastic situation in which the individual segregates himself from society, either alone or with other committed individuals?”
Indeed, what we need is a monastic order to create the necessary Männerbund, and that can only be done by sharing meals, as the Spartans did.
Nobody wants to be part of something that reminds of a self-help group. People are attracted to strength. Reading about abuse stories can be off-putting.
People don’t want to wash their dirty laundry in public, even with anonymous handles. Especially true of the Nordic temperament.
Psychology is often associated with Jewish mumbo jumbo in our circles. Associating your political views with mental illness is problematic even if the concerns are valid.
This has already been answered by what I said above about our friend Joseph.
Make of this what you will. I have no ill will towards you and understand your frustration. I appreciate your work. Maybe this helps you put things into perspective.
In a second comment, Cuculcán said:
On the topic of engagement: To be blunt, you might be applying boomer tactics to a Zoomer world. Sitting in one dark corner on the internet, expecting people to come to you and engage. This may have worked 15 years ago, but not today.
You need to challenge people directly in the public square (podcasts, X, etc) if you want to grow. Nobody will engage with your ideas voluntarily because everyone is siloed into echo chambers. Try to get a foot into their doors so they can’t ignore you.
Everything today is marketing, capturing attention through clickbait and so on. You clearly spend a lot of time and effort on writing articles, reading, etc. If you shifted a bit of that towards injecting yourself into public discourse (e.g. effort posting on X instead of here), perhaps your ideas will gain more traction.
Perhaps Cuculcán was unaware that my idea for forming a Syssitia in Mexico was precisely to abandon blog posts, since the basics are already covered in our PDFs, and move to podcasts. Now, at least Joseph, Chris, and I would be doing just that in the house my parents left after their passing. But because of their blunder, everything went wrong, and now I have to recruit other “Spartans” for my Syssitia, and only Ben has signed up (although for the moment, our finances prevent us from meeting).
On another note, I frequently argue in X and realise that those brief, doctrinal pronouncements I do on X only make sense if my PDFs support them.
For example, there’s an X user who constantly posts images of Greek gods with dark hair and dark eyes. He doesn’t know that if you read the primary sources, you see that those Gods were blond with light eyes. That’s what our PDF books are for! (and, at some point, our future podcasts). But if these kids don’t read and don’t meet in person, there’s no real movement.
By the way, whenever I can, I link to the essays that show what the ancient Greeks were like in my discussion with this Twitter user. But the racialists on X aren’t educated in Nordicism, and that kind of thing needs to be discussed in books, essays and eventually podcasts. But if no one comes to my Syssitia besides Ben, these X guys continue to be as atomised in their respective countries as the anti-white System wants them to be.
Another thing: podcasts don’t work when the participants are separated and videotaped remotely because the necessary sense of Männerbund isn’t created. Communal meals were a must in ancient Sparta and should be now.
Psychology is a popular topic these days. However, psychology and racialist politics are an unexpected pairing. Not easy to bridge that gap. Personally, I often fail to see the relevance and tune out.
Here, Cuculcán is confusing the commandment of the Oracle of Delphi, which is what I’m proposing, with the nonsense taught in universities under the name of “psychology.” No university in the world teaches the trauma model of mental disorders (that is, that abusive parents destroy their children’s minds). That’s taboo in academia and we break the taboo with our writings.
Theatre of Dionysus in Athens.
There are other things I told Cuculcán yesterday in my previous post, such as that even the tough Spartans saw family tragedies in Athenian theatre, and I also referred to a book by an Argentinian about the decadent “adolescentrism” of our times.
In a nutshell, mature men with the proper gravitas will save the white race, not beardless teenagers.
I’ve stopped posting the series quoting Savitri Devi’s most famous book; the series quoting Might is Right, and even Adam Green’s recent book about how the Jews wrote the New Testament with the intention of subverting the Greco-Roman world—not because these topics aren’t important, but because of the deplorable state of the racial right.
I recently added my new email addresses to the sticky post. I naively thought Europeans didn’t want to contact me because of the Thought Police that reigns on the other side of the Atlantic (Tutanota and ProtonMail are reasonably safe). But apart from one German speaker, no one contacted me. And even this German speaker isn’t doing anything useful, like, say, recording himself and sending me those podcasts so I can upload them from my IP address. Why this feminine passivity?
At least Americans have more Yang in their hearts with this Second Amendment thing, and many are armed to the teeth. But who among them takes the scenario in The Turner Diaries seriously: to overthrow the US government and establish a government analogous to Hitler’s in America? How is it possible that after William Pierce no one has taken that dream seriously? (I’m not considering Harold Covington’s fiction because it was ridiculous to secede from the American union and leave Uncle Sam with all his nukes to destroy the new racist republic.)
I was recently told on Twitter that Pierce’s novel wasn’t designed as a blueprint for what we should do. To that I reply: outside of a scenario analogous to The Turner Diaries, what do they propose to seize power? Or is this topic also taboo, like the one I mentioned yesterday?
If I were a wealthy man I would visit the US, which has its First Amendment and ask that question to every racialist I could interview…
I didn’t post yesterday, and the day before yesterday I limited myself to a quote from Himmler because I’m still revising sixteen pages I added to the third book of my trilogy about my family’s tragedy.
Ben complained via email that he’s shocked that he and I are left talking to ourselves in two recent posts about self-knowledge and parental abuse of children. Why aren’t other visitors commenting?
A disciple of Alice Miller, Barbara Rogers (left), who lived in Mexico but returned to her native Germany, has a private forum where many adult survivors of childhood abuse comment. Sure, they’re liberals and normies. But why can’t there be an equivalent on the racial right?
That’s an aberration. I’ve said countless times that the children of William Pierce, Don Black, and a daughter of David Irving weren’t treated well; and the consequences for our movement were considerable. And the same could be said of our friend Joseph Walsh, whose own mother suggested he read Alice Miller when she realised she had mistreated him as a teen. Walsh didn’t heed her advice, nor mine when I visited him in London, to work through his trauma.
Now Walsh is serving a prison sentence in the UK because he chose to act out his traumas in that totalitarian island instead of being a little more prudent.
In English, no one I know of except John Modrow has published an autobiography about how the abuse he suffered at the hands of his parents caused him a psychotic break when he was very young. He speaks in great detail about how that abuse drove him insane for a time. He also recounts how he recovered and exposes biological psychiatry for what it is: quackery.
I think that people on the racial right don’t want to make contact with the feminine side of their psyches. As Jung said, tough men need to make some contact with that “Venus” within them, and ultra-feminine women need to make some contact with that “Mars” within them as well. This is so obvious that purely Yang cultures failed, like the Spartans, because they didn’t give the inner self its due (see this quote in my recent dialogue with Benjamin).
Sometimes it makes me so upset that no one on the racial right has the insight that Ben and I have that I feel like changing the subtitle of this site to “Conversations with Ben.” In times when it’s perfectly possible to use pseudonyms online so your parents don’t disinherit you, and to confess your sorrows like on Barbara’s forum, there’s no excuse for racists who had abusive parents.
I’ve said it before on this site, and I’ll say it again: if our friend Walsh had written his painful autobiography with the manic obsession that I’ve used to write countless diaries (the coal) to transform a fraction of them and my memoirs into a diamond (the trilogy), he wouldn’t be in jail now. Admiring Charles Manson, as Walsh did, isn’t the same as following the inscription of the Oracle of Delphi: the religion Ben and I follow.
Yes, I’ve brought this up many times, but visitors don’t even confess on the threads why they don’t want to participate in these conversations between Ben and me. Either they had perfect parents and don’t know what we’re talking about, or imperfect but not overtly abusive ones. But I have the impression that others like Walsh did have abusive parents and have repressed the issue.
And even assuming they lived in a relatively stable family, they surely have friends or acquaintances who are alcoholics, have fallen into the habit of taking drugs, or have even suffered from severe mental disorders. I’ve already mentioned that the first cousin I was closest to strangled his teenage daughter and then hanged himself. Alas, I’m the only one in the family who has written about the causes of that tragedy. And I’m afraid to say that the social taboos that prevail in my family aren’t just prevalent among Western normies, but also among racist neo-normies.
Perhaps they don’t realise that only by knowing themselves will it be possible to save the Aryan race from the path to extinction, the path it has taken since the Second World War.
But that’s as obvious as the following: if Christian ethics are the primary cause of the Aryan decline, and if the New Testament authored by Jews programmed that morality in white men, why not delve into our own biographical past to understand how our Christian parents implanted that malware deep within our souls? Or don’t they realise that by violating the Delphic decree this malware won’t be eradicated from the collective unconscious?
I was reading an article (interview) on The Occidental Observer today that touched on the Thales of Miletus point we have mentioned (or at least, the Apollonian Delphic inscription to “know thyself”). I sense Sascha (who doesn’t, to me, look entirely Aryan facially), though noble in intent, slightly misinterpreted what the inscription means. The quote goes as follows:
Ultimately, it also touches on the fundamental question of how we can sustainably protect ourselves from cultural encroachment and alienation if we fail to recognize ourselves in our cross-generational identity. “Know thyself” is the maxim inscribed on the Temple of Apollo at Delphi. Not least, however, it is also far more enjoyable and fulfilling to study our Occidental history through its cultural and artistic highlights than through its bloody wars.
I think both approaches he mentions to studying Occidental history are slightly off the mark, and instead we should be looking at the diaries, personal reflections, life histories, and case studies of Aryan individuals—from that original pre-20th Century psychology perspective. I didn’t see anything of introspective psychology—or parent/child relationships—at all in his appreciation of the maxim (unless one draws it second-hand by examining the works of those artist and poets and sculptors for such). To some extent, he might as well be Jared Taylor going on incessantly about blacks and whites, or someone from the long list of WN Jew-obsessives.
I’m not sure if there will be any sensible replies on the latest child abuse post on WDH. As I said before, the topic seems to embarrass them as stiff-upper-lip conservatives might be. Death by silence… One can, at a desperate stretch, perhaps force superficial anti-psychiatric medical facts out of them, but there’s never anything personal, confessional, or introspective—nothing human in these trivia and fact-quoting machines. I hope I’m wrong.
Same interview I linked to, this answer annoyed me slightly too. He wrote:
Anyone who compares works by European artists—which are not solely intended for utility purposes—with those of African design will undoubtedly observe that different concepts of beauty are at play here.
Perhaps he could have instead at least acknowledged that only one holds Beauty, and the other, boundless primitive ugliness, instead of this strange, generous relativism.
When a woman practices silence and discretion and abides at home in peace, she sharpens both household and polis into a mighty spear that conquers and colonises.
I’ve been posting very short entries, sometimes just quotes, because I’m not only proofreading my Hojas Susurrantes for the edition Lulu Press will print this year, but also making some revisions and adding more images to the book.
It’s quite a strange thing, and Benjamin is going through the same process. Until we manage to establish a Syssitia in the country where I live and buy a small publishing house after the dollar collapse sends our stocks into the stratosphere, we have no choice but to revise and revise our books…
A Lulu “edition” sometimes consists of a single copy; say, a print run of Hojas Susurrantes that I gave to a friend five or twelve years ago. Alas, the relatives to whom I’ve sent copies of my Hojas Susurrantes or other books of my trilogy don’t say a word! Talking about family tragedies where the parents are the villains is a much deeper taboo than, say, the racial realism that Jared Taylor preaches. Egalitarians might try to contradict Taylor’s arguments about IQ differences between blacks and whites, but in my case my relatives don’t say a peep: the taboo is absolute.
The exception was my cousin Leonora. But of course, she too was abused by my parents and suffered terrible depression when she married a Canadian and emigrated to Victoria. Apparently, only the victims whose lives were shattered by the same people were able to listen to me.
Leonora died on May 10, 2015; my sister Corina the following year; and Octavio, Leonora’s brother, committed suicide in 2018. Now I am the only survivor who can tell our tragic stories.
It’s incredibly frustrating not to have a publishing house to promote our work. What I usually do is, when I review an “edition” of Hojas Susurrantes or any other book of my trilogy, I give the outdated copy to a relative or friend. But as I said, it’s incredibly rare to find someone with enough empathy and compassion to understand the content of an autobiographical confession about a family tragedy.
The first person to do so was my friend Paulina. When I was living in Houston in the mid-90s, she read my Letter to Mom Medusa (though she read it in Spanish, of course) and felt a lot of sympathy for the 17-year-old I was. Twenty-two years had to pass after 1976 before I found Pau: someone with the necessary compassion to understand a tragedy that left me half-destroyed, forcing me to take menial jobs in the neighbouring country to the north.
A book I highly recommend, which helped me tremendously to understand my dysfunctional family, is Toxic Parents by Susan Forward. If those visitors who commented on this blog and then announced they were going to commit suicide (and apparently did) had done the inner work that Ben and I did, perhaps they wouldn’t have taken their own lives.
What I realised during a long, dark night of the soul, like Dante’s in the dark wood before his Beatrice appeared, is that only writing down one’s own story is therapeutic. Group therapy sessions aren’t as therapeutic because verba volant, scripta manent.
In other words, only by reading my old diaries from many years ago did I escape a gnawing anxiety because it became increasingly clear that I was the victim (as were Leonora, Corina, and Octavio). But none of them first put their tragedy down on paper in a very raw way in diaries—the “coal”—and then subjected that coal to tremendous pressure to produce a literary diamond.
I was saying that these days I’ve been reviewing the syntax of my Hojas Susurrantes which comprises five large chapters, but I’ve also been dealing with a family problem lately.
One of the things Sue Forward says in Toxic Parents is that children who weren’t abused become infinitely selfish with their abused siblings, to the point of not even acknowledging that those siblings were in fact abused as children, or wanting to see any of the psychological toll that such abuse caused.
That’s exactly what has been happening to me with my surviving siblings these past years, months, weeks, and days. I won’t go into details because it would take a whole book. But it’s something like a family tragedy that never ends, not even after our parents died, because the evil has been inherited by some of the children. Those who weren’t abused behave horribly toward their abused siblings because they live in utter denial of what happened.
Those who have the problem of siblings living in abject denial should read Forward’s book. The fact that it was a bestseller shows that the taboo surrounding toxic parents has begun to break down.
Presently, what impresses me most about that book are the pages where Forward talks about how the unabused siblings react to the testimony of the sibling who was abused. It seems like a perfect portrait of how my four surviving siblings have been treating me (or how they treated the now deceased Corina and Leonora)! A true nightmare, which becomes much less nightmarish once you learn that it’s a very common phenomenon in families with toxic parents!
In other words, the only way out of depression is to tell the truth to everyone, even if 99 per cent of those we talk to don’t want to listen. The remaining one per cent, in my case Paulina, became my Beatrice (what Alice Miller calls a “knowing witness”). People commit suicide because no witness has ever appeared who was willing to listen to a family tragedy.
Incidentally, so-called psychotherapists are trained never to listen to tragedies in which the parents were responsible for a mental condition in the abused child, as I demonstrate in this book (the second chapter of my Hojas Susurrantes): a copy of which Ben kindly sent to Kevin MacDonald by mail.
Only a friend, preferably a compassionate woman, can become a Beatrice. I say woman because, although I’m not romantically involved with Paulina, I’ve often touched her hands in a friendly gesture, and she’s touched my shoulder (for obvious reasons, that’s much harder to do with a man).
