Yes, the Jews know exactly what they’re doing. But one really can’t blame them. That’s the sort of thing Jews always have done. It’s in their genes. What’s really disappointing and disturbing is the feminine response of our people to these Jewish lies. What’s disappointing is our gullibility.
— William Pierce: “Lies, Murder, and Jews”
Our task today is not to fight Blacks or Jews or communists or Mexicans, but to bring about a spiritual revolution among our own people [emphasis by Ed.]. Our task is not to fight an external enemy but to cure our own illnesses and weaknesses. It is, for the present, not to overthrow the government but to provide a new and sound set of values, a new world view, for the White race. It is to bring about a new sense of racial consciousness among our people and to convince them that our race must survive and must carry out its mission of breeding a new and better race, of breeding a higher mankind, and thus carrying us a step further along the path to Godhood.
— William Pierce: “The US Government Vs. the White Race”
It seems that the great Pierce put into a couple of quotes what we believe in The West’s Darkest Hour!
Can you imagine the difference for the Aryan collective unconscious if Pallas Athena were still the Goddess
of the Aryan man instead of the virgin Mary?
…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.
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.
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.
