The Priests of the Sacred Words are a monastic order of men who have transvalued Christian values to the values of Greco-Roman times.
Unlike Christian monks, all of our our priests are married.
Male children are raised by the women until the age of six or seven; after that, their upbringing is entirely the responsibility of the father.
…the Gods, eternal sources of order and measure, whose wisdom shaped the Kosmos before the birth of time.
From Your divine intellect arise the patterns of all things: the harmony of number, the geometry of form, and the law that binds heaven, earth, and the soul of man. Nothing exists apart from Your Reason, for every truth already lives within the living order of the Kosmos.
Grant us clarity of mind, that we may recognise the forms You have established. For we do not invent as You create; we discover the patterns Your wisdom has woven into the fabric of existence. By recognising them we participate in the divine order, giving visible form in matter to what eternally abides within the intellect of the Gods.
As the lyre reveals harmony when touched by a skilled hand, so may our minds become instruments of Your Logos, bringing to light what already rests within the eternal design.
Teach us to see what is hidden in plain sight: the number within the circle, the proportion within the temple, and the law within the soul. May our thoughts be measured, our works aligned with order, and our lives attuned to the sacred rhythm by which the Kosmos itself endures.
Thus we honour You not merely in word, but in the disciplined pursuit of truth, in the shaping of beauty, and in the discovery of the wisdom You have placed within all things.
Hail the immortal Gods of Olympus, whose eternal intellect sustains the Kosmos.
If a submarine with nuclear warheads were to fall into my hands, before the forces of evil could neutralize me, I would try to destroy the System by launching missiles at New York (especially where Jewish financial power is concentrated), Washington (whoever wins the elections always ends up being a lackey of Israel), Jerusalem (nothing I hate more than seeing Western leaders at the Wailing Wall with a kippah), Tel Aviv (so that Muslims can then commit a second holocaust when radiation clears), Los Angeles at Hollywood (so that they don’t poison white men any further with their movies), Moscow (as revenge for what the Russians and their Asian troops did during the Hellstorm Holocaust), Beijing (so that the Chinese don’t emerge victorious after the skirmish), Mecca (nor the Muslims), Berlin (with the American Diktat, after 1945 the Germans have been suffering from a Stockholm syndrome to the nth degree; nuking them at the seat of their anti-Nazi power would help them break the spell), Paris (they deserve it because that’s where atheist neochristianity arose), London (imperative to nuke the city that boasts the most billboards of English women with nigger partners in the streets), and finally the Vatican because of what Nietzsche says on the last page of The Antichrist.
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.)
Here I begin to expose Society, which betrayed and drove my sister mad.
I’m uploading this series of videos because only broken people are capable of generating the right gravitas to understand what’s happening in the world.
I recently mentioned the film The Village, and yesterday I watched the most exquisite scenes.
What impressed me most were the shots of the lead actress, and how she acted, perfectly imitating 19th-century mannerisms: how American women used to behave. I kept telling myself, awestruck, that this woman was absolutely beautiful, and I imagined what it would be like to marry such a creature and constantly gaze upon her! The story is simply a fairy tale, but what’s worthwhile is that only white people appear in the film, and the director’s artistic virtuosity is evident in quite a few shots.
In the end, I was surprised that the director—an Indian man!—was also the producer and writer of that 2004 film. It’s true that one of my two favourite films for the sacred words, P&P (2005) and S&S (1995), both based on Jane Austen novels, was also filmed in this century. But both were filmed in England. As for LOTR, it was filmed in New Zealand.
Aside from The Village, written, produced, and directed by an Indian man, is there an American film from this century that stars a young woman whose mannerisms overwhelmingly inspire a man to marry someone like her, but filmed by a white man? It’s not about beautiful women appearing on the big screen. It’s about any movie inspiring a white man to marry someone like that heavenly creature.
Does such 21st century American film exist…?
Yesterday and the day before yesterday, I was watching a few clips on YouTube of Ridley Scott’s final cuts of Blade Runner. I saw the original one on the big screen in 1982 at the old Cine Tlalpan (there are almost no white people in Tlalpan, but I distinctly remember that the day I watched the film, a young, blond woman had gone to that theatre alone).
I was never a fan of that film.
Recently, in the comments section, I said that Sense & Sensibility (1995) and Pride & Prejudice (2005) should be the favourite films of us priests of the sacred words, because that’s the world we should be fighting for: the world that enthrones Aryan heterosexuality in the sense of culminating the plots of those films with marriages that would breed white kids: a patriarchal world in the sense that the power to reproduce rests with men. (In the crazy feminist world we live in, that power rests with women, which is why Aryans are becoming extinct around the globe.)
Those films based on Jane Austen’s novels, written before the psychosis of feminism began, could very well have been filmed in a world where Hitler had won the war.
The abysmal difference between us priests and the American racial right is that the latter, as I said a couple of days ago, are incapable of fully crossing the psychological Rubicon. In fact, many of them love films that repel the priest, as can be seen in the comment threads on Counter-Currents when they comment on movie articles by Trevor Lynch.
Blade Runner should repel National Socialists because, like thousands of films, it is the antithesis of Austen’s worlds. All of contemporary Hollywood, Netflix, and even so-called European art cinema reflect the dystopia of Kali Yuga in its purest form. And don’t tell me that filming dystopias is good for preventing them since Ridley Scott, in one of the Alien prequels, featured a pure Nordid woman fornicating with a Negro, in addition to the sacrilege of using the soundtrack of the aforementioned P&P version for grotesque sex scenes in his recent film about Napoleon.
The vast majority of Hollywood film producers should be executed on the Day of the Rope: passages from Pierce’s novel that I recently quoted on this site. In fact, I’d like to execute even those who like these films, but as Pierce’s character said in the novel, we couldn’t do it because we’d run out of Aryan males! (males who have to impregnate nymphs as cute as Rachael in the film, pictured above). That’s the priest’s dilemma: he wants to exterminate them all, but at the same time he needs their DNA for a renewed, Austen-like world.
Having said all that, I confess there’s a line I love from Blade Runner. The actor played by Harrison Ford invites Rachael to a bar and she, a very refined nymph, tells him “It’s not my kind of place.”
I’d say that about all theatres where movies are shown.
of The Turner Diaries, 9
Since then he has been issuing idiotic proclamations about “restoring the Constitution,” stamping out “communism and pornography,” and holding new elections to “re-establish the republican form of government intended by the Founding Fathers,” whatever that means.
And he has denounced our radical measures in the south as “communism.” He is appalled that we didn’t hold some sort of public referendum before expelling the non-Whites and that we didn’t give individual trials to the Jews and race-criminals we dealt with summarily.
Doesn’t the old fool understand that the American people voted themselves into the mess they’re in now? Doesn’t he understand that the Jews have taken over the country fair and square, according to the Constitution? Doesn’t he understand that the common people have already had their fling at self-government, and they blew it?
Where does he think new elections can possibly lead now, with this generation of TV-conditioned voters, except right back into the same Jewish pigsty? And how does he think we could have solved our problems down here, except by the radical measures we used?
Doesn’t Harding understand that the chaos in his area will continue to grow worse until he identifies the categories of people responsible for that chaos and deals with them categorically—that it is physically impossible, considering the relative numbers involved, for him to deal with the Jews, the Blacks, the Chicanos, and the other troublesome elements on an individual basis?
Apparently not, because the idiot is still making appeals to “responsible” Black leaders and to “patriotic” Jews to help him restore order. Harding, like conservatives in general, can’t bring himself to do what must be done, because it would mean punishing the “innocent” along with the “guilty,” the “good” Negroes and the “loyal” Jews along with the rest—as if those terms had any meaning in the present context. And so, afraid of treating individuals “unjustly,” he is floundering around helplessly while everything goes to hell and the civilians in his area die like flies from starvation. Generals should be made of sterner stuff. […]
We are laying the foundations here for the new social order which will serve our race for the next thousand years.
And to be able to live and work in a sane, healthy, White man’s world—that is something which is beyond valuation for me. These last few weeks have been wondertul. It is terribly depressing to think of leaving this White oasis and plunging once again into that cesspool of mongrels and Blacks and Jews and sick, twisted White liberals out there. [pages 173-175]
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Then, after they learned to fear us, they were all too eager to please us. But they weren’t really interested in the rights and wrongs of the struggle; they couldn’t be bothered with soul-searching and long-range considerations. Their attitude was: “Just tell us what we’re supposed to believe, and we’ll believe it.” They just wanted to be safe and comfortable again as soon as possible. And they weren’t being cynical; they weren’t jaded sophisticates, but ordinary people.
The fact is that the ordinary people are not really much less culpable than the not-so-ordinary people, than the pillars of the System. Take the political police, as an example. Most of them— the White ones—are not especially evil men. They serve evil masters, but they rationalize what they do; they justify it to themselves, some in patriotic terms (“protecting our free and democratic way of life”) and some in religious or ideological terms (“upholding Christian ideals of equality and justice”). One can call them hypocrites—one can point out that they deliberately avoid thinking about anything which might call into question the validity of the shallow catch-phrases with which they justify themselves—but is not everyone who has tolerated the System also a hypocrite, whether he actively supported it or not? Is not everyone who mindlessly parrots the same catch-phrases, refusing to examine their implications and contradictions, whether he uses them as justifications for his deeds or not, also to be blamed?
I cannot think of any segment of White society, from the Maryland rednecks and their families whose radioactive bodies we bulldozed into a huge pit a few days ago to the university professors we strung up in Los Angeles last July, which can truly claim that it did not deserve what happened to it. […]
No, talk of “innocents” has no meaning. We must look at our situation collectively, in a race-wide sense. We must understand that our race is like a cancer patient undergoing drastic surgery in order to save his life. There is no sense in asking whether the tissue being cut out now is “innocent” or not. That is no more reasonable than trying to distinguish the “good” Jews from the bad ones—or, as some of our thicker-skulled “good ol’ boys” still insist on trying, separating the “good niggers” from the rest of their race.
The fact is that we are all responsible, as individuals, for the morals and the behavior of our race as a whole. There is no evading that responsibility, in the long run, any more for the members of our own race than for those of other races, and each of us individually must be prepared to be called to account for that responsibility at any time. In these days many are being called. [pages 196-198]
Blut und Boden
Unless whites wake up, due to mass immigration throughout the West, Caucasian Americans and Europeans will become a minority in their own countries, facing subsequent extinction.
The notion that every people needs their own land is absolutely essential. The white race must acquire a Homeland of its own, some place on earth where white children can be born and raised in physical and spiritual safety, and where the numbers of European-descended peoples may be restored and the threat of racial extinction overcome.
