Transcendental Titans

Revolt Against Modernity

Der Feldweg: Mutiny Against the Machine

Spengler, Heidegger

“The flight of the born leader from the Machine is beginning”

– Oswald Spengler

There is a false dichotomy at the heart of modern politics. It is an almost unquestioningly accepted fact that the political left is the ideology of the environment and the planet, and the political right stands simply for profit and uncaring avarice. Though mainstream conservative politicians may pay lip service to environmental concerns, this transparent spiritual indifference is plain for all to see. Yet can it really be true that the heirs of Marxist-Leninism, the ideology of billowing proletariat factories and materialistic determinism are the undisputed guardians of the environment? How has this seemingly self-evident binary split of good and evil come to be?

A cursory survey of history provides no hint that right wing ideology is either practically or theoretically oppositional to preserving the environmental. On the contrary, it was eugenicist and anti-immigration advocate Madison Grant who was largely responsible for saving America’s redwoods and developing its National Park system. Both Heidegger and Ernst Jünger expressed their yearning for a return to traditional, authentic and bucolic lives in tune with nature. Heidegger retreated to a simple peasant existence at Todtnauberg in the Black Forest, while Jünger expounded allegorically on the subject in his work Der Waldgang; the Forest Path. Anti-urbanism has always been a key tenet of the right, with Richard Wagner describing Victorian London as the twisted dwarf Albrecht’s infernal dream of Nibelheim realised on earth. It thus seems unlikely from this intellectual wellspring wedded to blood and soil that the inspiration for the degradation of either could be found.

And yet this is exactly what has happened. Capitalistic profiteers who are self-professing rightists have all across the Western world become advocates for oil and gas pipelines, fracking, vast housing schemes, uncontrolled population growth, GMO crops and a myriad of other destructive practices. The populist and the mainstream right alike abhor talk of climate change and environmental taxes. There are very real and practical reasons for this opposition. As largely initiatives of the left, these schemes are impingements on liberty which in the modern leftist formulation hold Western nations to an extreme standard, while failing to engage with globalised environmental degradation from developing nations. Put simply, the right sees the transparent bad faith in which these capers are designed: they are centralised power grabs, vehicles for warped anti-Western rhetoric and ultimately doomed to failure. The right understands we cannot economically determine our way out of environmental catastrophe, nor can we fix it everywhere at once. Our efforts require specificity and rootedness, not naïve universalism.

But these are ultimately only superficial oppositions. They beg the question that if it is so transparent that leftist environmental solutions are merely tyrannical ploys, ill-conceived to the point of revolt in the case of the Yellow Vest movement in France, then why has there been no wholesale right wing green manifesto? The answer to this requires the input of Nietzsche and Oswald Spengler. While it is true that the rhetoric and thought of the right has been draped in yearning for harmony with the environment, the history of right-wing political movements in 20th and 21st century sits often at odds with this. Here we uncover an inherent tension at the core of right-wing philosophy: as Spengler explains, man is an unnatural being and everything he does is in opposition to nature itself. No other being seeks to subjugate its environment, no other creature possesses Technik; defined as the process of conceiving and developing technology to master its environment and increase its power. A colony of bees creates their hive as they always have done. Humanity’s hives are ever evolving as a result of Technik. Where once there were only agrarian gatherings of mere mud daubed huts now the glistening Blade Runner-esque glass and concrete jungles of the modern world rise. The notion of Technik sets humanity at odds with its environment, it dooms humans to ever exist at least partially outside of the natural realm.

If Spengler describes the process, then Nietzsche provides the justification. Man possesses a will to power, an unyielding urge to transcend his mental and physical capacities, to go beyond simply being human. This impulse is not to be fought, but to be embraced. The Faustian spirit of Western man is exactly what enabled us to be in a position to make any pronouncements on the future of the environment at all. Europeans have earned their place in history through their mastery of Technik, their superior will to power, their Viking blood lust turned to technical solutions. We have constructed a technologically based machine for power – one that was for centuries superior to all other cultures on earth, and we have used that machine to assert our primacy in the world. This is in adherence with the primordial core of rightist thought: a belief in hierarchy. Man is simply above animals and nature. And for centuries European man was likewise held to be above all others.

Yet in our privileging of Technik at the expense of all other beliefs, against all calls for moderation, and in the face of all advisement of its potential perils we have precipitated the greatest crisis in history. The scales of right-wing philosophy have been tipped beyond all natural balance. By focusing purely on the will to power, political leaders were convinced to share our Technik with other nations of the world; to believe that we could harness them as we had harnessed the environment. If leftism reduced itself to a mere theory of economics, then rightism shrank down to a stunted technocratic theory. Where once it saw waterfalls, it now only saw hydroelectric dams. It envisaged panzers rolling across the open steppes. It unleashed the earthshattering destructive power of the atomic bomb. In its megalomania it reduced itself to ruins. By unmooring itself from its wider philosophical foundations, the right became obsessed simply with power advanced through technological means.

Spengler predicted that the born leaders of men would eventually come to realise the Machine for power we have created must be destroyed. The so-called right-wing politicians of today are the vestiges of those that haven’t accepted this fact. They are the bankrupt, corrupted and warped scions of a failed philosophical programme. They are engaged in the futile effort to maintain their hegemony through pure technology; to advance the Technik Weltanschauung in the nuclear age. They are unaware that the fundamental paradigm has shifted, and that a raw will to power alone cannot advance our cause any further. Leftism has joined them in their doomed crusade, by attempting to fuse economic determinism with technological solutions. They fail to understand no amount of state mandated solar panels or carbon capturing devices will rescue humanity from its current path to disaster. Technology alone cannot help us navigate the nuclear age.

The philosophical and practical project for the right wing in the 21st century therefore is not to join the battle of left against the right as they struggle for the levers of the Machine of power; but to destroy it altogether. We must all engage in a Mutiny Against the Machine, we must take Heidegger’s Feldweg – the field path, the dirt road, the linden lined avenue and march OUT of modernity. For neo-pagans and anti-urbanists, this may entail a physical removal from the hubs of Western society. Yet we do not all have to take such drastic steps. While modernity has become an all-encompassing iron cage, it has given us the tools to visit the last remaining patches of nature with unprecedented ease. It is incumbent on all of us to visit these last wildernesses, to spend time on our soil and in our forests and to re-orientate our thinking back in line with those environmentally minded philosophers who acted as balance to an unmitigated will to power. From the forests and the fields we will come to understand that the restoration of sanity and hope to the modern world will require spiritual and metaphysical solutions, not economic or technical ones. To save the planet, we must take the Feldweg and plant the seeds of a new beginning.

 

Men of Steel Rust From the Inside: A Manifesto for Manhood

Masculinity, Men's Rights

Ferdinand Knab, Southern Landscape

To be a man is to walk alone. No matter how many friends or colleagues he has around him, the challenges of his life will ultimately be borne in solitude. In the end, it is the force of his character that will determine his achievements and his failures. His successes will be measured neither in money nor in fame, but in his capacity to weather the challenges life relentlessly presents; to overcome tribulations both mundane and monstrous. Yet in this age where masculinity is toxic, and manhood is held to be worthless, men are instructed daily in a thousand shrill voices that they should manage their lives by committee, not rely on themselves. They are told they should outsource their emotions to others. They are encouraged to meekly file appeals in the mythical court of equality and fairness. They are enjoined to prostate themselves at the altar of the state, and to vociferously deny and denounce their own nature while they grovel. These have become modernity’s unquestioned nostrums for the vexed problem of manhood.

The results are plain to see. In most Western countries, suicide has become the biggest killer of young men – in the United States alone, white males accounted for 77.97% of suicide deaths in 2017. Antidepressants and opioids have become endemic among men. The very biological nature of manhood is breaking down, with skyrocketing rates of transgenderism, catastrophically plummeting sperm counts, and chronic illnesses and obesity running rampant. Modernity’s response to this disaster has not been to reverse course, but to prescribe an even higher dose of the poison. Feminists who regularly harangue men who dare to opine on what women should do with their bodies are gleeful in advising men that the root of their problem is masculinity itself. Masculinity is simply toxic. It’s a construct which imprisons men’s feelings until they die. Masculinity makes men unwilling to subserviently interact in the new world. It prevents them from being stay at home dads. It imposes expectations on them, expectations they can’t possibly meet.

It is simply unfathomable to the state mandated feminists and globalists who are engineering the newly feminized world that it is not masculinity that is toxic to modernity, but that modernity that is toxic to masculinity. It is not a coincidence that those mouthing the unending chorus which extols men to ‘open up’ are also the same voices most ardently in favour of anti-hate speech legislation, shutting down men from ever expounding on the true causes of their unhappiness. It is not permitted for men to criticise the new sexual market place with its lexicon dominated by phrases such as polyamory, gender-queer, non-binary, sex-positive, ethically non-monogamous as a creation of toxic modernity. It is not permitted for men to point out the atomised, deracinated, impersonal and ethnically heterogenous living conditions of today are by-products of toxic modernity. It is beyond the pale for men to state plainly that the erosion of male only spaces and the forced injection of females into male work places and hobbies is a destructive imposition by toxic modernity. This kind of ‘opening up’ is not the one which is intended.

Not content with making the lived experience of being a man more confused, hellish and lonely than ever, modernity also seeks to destroy one of the greatest coping methods of men in a harsh world – a strong connection to and healthy veneration of the great men of the past. In nearly every public square and park in the Western world stand statues to commemorate those men who rose above the rest: General Robert E. Lee, Admiral Horatio Nelson, Presidents George Washington and Andrew Jackson, Cecil Rhodes – the list is unending. Yet all those mentioned have been earmarked for reassessment and removal, as their actions are deemed unsavoury by the standards of the newly feminized world. These granite men shine out as beacons, as examples to men everywhere that by struggle and sacrifice a man can become greater than himself. They are a stark reminder that no matter the problems you have in your own life, they shrink into insignificance when compared to the magnitude of pure suffering, sacrifice and hardship of the past.

This realisation about the true nature of manhood is compounded by visiting the vast forest of crosses in any war cemetery; by taking a simple trip to the village memorial dedicated to those who made the ultimate sacrifice. For men, the nature of life has often been short and brutal. A century ago an entire generation of men struggled and fought and died in the mud and filth of the trenches of the Somme and Passchendaele. The generation after perished frozen in the rubble of Stalingrad and on the beaches of Omaha. Scarcely a generation later, the youth were sweating in the jungles of Vietnam and after that rubbing the sand of Afghanistan and Iraq from their eyes. This unbroken chain can be traced back thousands of years from the Roman to the Viking, from the crusader to the Confederate. To be a man is to live always in the knowledge that at any moment you may be called upon to do your duty and fight for your country, your ideals and your people. No amount of revisionist historical meddling in video games and movies, or female tokenism in the armed forces can alter this primal truth.

War renders abundantly apparent the utility of the masculine traits of stoicism and bravery. Yet we live today in an age totally devoid of heroic opportunity, where immediate danger is all but absent. That is not to say we do not face trials, competition, and stresses as we always have. But we do so in a sterile, aspiritual and petty context. Every man has become a Steppenwolf, neurotic, uncertain and introspective in the extreme. What men must realise is that while it is the duty of some generations to die gloriously in battle, to give themselves as wheat to the scythe, to consign themselves to a fate of feasting and fighting for evermore in Valhalla, the struggle of our generation is a different one. We are not contending with the mud and horror of the trenches, but we are every day wading through the ideological filth of modernity. It coats us completely, it corrodes us from the inside. It has poisoned every aspect of life. It wants us to submit utterly. Modernity is a siren song that tempts those men who can no longer tolerate it to destroy themselves, to take the only way out they can see. If we are to reverse this, men must understand the unpalatable truth that while for some generations it is heroic to die, for us it is heroic to live.

We must not only live, but we must thrive. Men must come to know that it is not they who are toxic, but it is the ideology of modernity that is the true pollutant. To survive and prosper in this desolate landscape we must first turn ourselves into men of steel; we must focus on developing ourselves mentally and physically. We must reconnect with the masculine traditions of the past. We mustn’t take the false paths presented to us and engage in futile battle of the sexes or sink into the slime of depression. We must look upon the ravages of modernity as the men looked upon the horrors of war; we must not flinch or show self-pity in the face of carnage and ruin. Modernity it is destroying us as surely as machine gun fire destroyed generations of the past. The heavy artillery of the mass media and state repression supplemented by the biological warfare of big pharma and industrial agriculture is eroding us mentally and physically.

There will be many more casualties in the contest of man versus modernity before the war is over. We will see many more young men commit suicide, die of overdoses, mutilate themselves with hormones and surrender to nihilistic despair. It is time for us to stem that flow, to throw out a rope to all those drowning in the swamp of modern life. It is time for us to state clearly that it is not only okay to embrace your natural masculinity, it is the only way to survive the maelstrom of contemporary life and its unending trials. We must redirect the self-loathing and hatred of modern men into the divinely ordained pursuits of self-mastery and transcendental thought. We must make clear to them their problems will not magically go away, and that even men of steel rust inside. But we must also make clear to them that strong, independent men have always been the engine of world history. There is no power on earth that can break the spirit of a truly free man.

Crusaders, Colonists & Confederates: Trifecta of the European Soul

Rhodesia, Templar, Confederate

 

Since Dylann Roof’s 2015 deadly attack on a black church congregation in South Carolina, the largest wholesale rewriting of collective memory in American history has taken place. Despite the tumultuous and violent clashes at Charlottesville in protest of this state enforced amnesia, the disappearance of Confederate history has continued at feverish pace – with some now calling for the ‘Confederate Rushmore’ in Stone Mountain Park Georgia to be dynamited and sent into oblivion and thereby join the hundreds of statues and memorials that have already vanished. It is less well known that Dylann Roof was also sporting the flag of the former rebel British colony of Rhodesia on the day of his attack. No dismantling of collective memory was necessary here, as the story of Rhodesia’s ignominious transition into Zimbabwe had already been thoroughly selectively forgotten. Nevertheless, both the Confederate battle standard and the flag of Rhodesia have now been labelled symbols of hate and white supremacy, earmarked for deletion from history.

This process is not exclusive to the United States – in the wake of Andres Breivik’s 2011 attack in Norway, his use of the cross of the Knights Templar and the heraldry of the Crusading Orders was widely reported. It is a much harder task for Europeans to expunge the crusades from collective memory, but a significant amount of state mandated disfavour and public self-flagellation has been duly applied. Now the Templar Cross, the Confederate battle standard and iconography of the Rhodesian state all stand in an eternal limbo – at the very fringes of legal acceptability, associated in the public imagination (if they are remembered at all) only with terroristic mayhem and some vague notion of white supremacy. Yet if they are symbols of white supremacy, they are an odd choice. There are no Confederate States of America. The Crusader Kingdoms of the Outremer have vanished from the Middle East; and Rhodesia and those who settled it have become a mere footnote in history. In short, one could argue in each case they represent white failure, not white supremacy.

Yet the eagerness with which governments around the world have attempted to consign these epics of Western history to the dustbin belies a goal beyond simply outlawing hate. They want these stories to go away, because each one represents a counter narrative to the global elites’ carefully crafted world view. One only has to look upon President Emmerson ‘The Crocodile’ Mnangagwa’s rioting and destitute Zimbabwe and compare it to the clean and orderly streets of Ian Smith’s Rhodesia to begin to question the party line that decolonisation was an unequivocal good. One only has to view the eye watering demographic and cultural change that has swept away the ‘Old South’ to gain an inkling into why the Confederacy’s instinctual defence of their way of life may have had some justification. And with every truck and bomb attack an Islamist perpetrates in Europe, the unavoidable conclusion that the Templar Orders were combating an ideology that fundamentally threatens the West seems inescapable.

Upon closer inspection, each strand of these complex and heroic struggles reveals something about the nature of Western civilization. They are struggles born from the primordial characteristics of the European spirit: our unbreakable desire to fight for metaphysical ideals, to dream an impossible dream, to defend what is ours at all costs, to rebel against perceived tyranny and injustice; or to sometimes simply revolt against the very material realities of life itself. The Templar did not venture forth simply for plunder and gain but sought to create the Kingdom of Heaven on earth and didn’t fear to die in the process. The Rhodesian wanted to see the desolate wastes of Africa bloom into life and civilization. The Confederate, roused by the inarticulate but gut-felt notion that economic progress and expansive government were about to extinguish a way of life, took up arms to defend his liberty. All made mistakes and perpetrated evils. All were guided by an unachievable ideal and a blind stubbornness in the face of reality. And they were all, ultimately defeated.

Some may say these episodes represent a dark cloud in the European psyche – they are tales from the outer rim of Western history, perhaps best forgotten. Yet in forgetting these tales we have also forgotten a crucial emotion necessary for survival: the will to resist. The Templar, the Confederate, the Rhodesian were all prepared to die far from Europe for an ideal, a defence of what they had nurtured and fostered, a divine belief. Now we have no far-flung corners to die in, no colonies or fantastical dreams to defend. Europe itself is under attack by authoritarian rule, demographic replacement, Islamist aggression and spiritual decay. Governments want these chronicles of Western history to conveniently vanish, not because they fear a rise of hate, but because they don’t want Europeans to rediscover their will to resist.

Smash through the walls of the historical quarantine zone and gaze upon the mirror of history and you will find looking back at you not outlaws and brigands, but a reflection of yourself and your ancestors. Take a ride with General Lee, relive the Templar’s thunderous charge for glory at the Siege of Antioch, fall into the ranks of the 270,000 Rhodesians who defied a whole continent and global order. Raise your Confederate battle flag, don your Templar cross, listen to a Rhodesian folk song – don’t allow the state to try and steal your heritage and your soul. No matter how many history books they rewrite or mountains they dynamite, they cannot extinguish the European story because it lives on in us. Yet if we do not rediscover our will to resist, that story may have reached its final chapter. The Crusader, the Colonist, and the Confederate are all manifestations of our excesses both of valour and stubbornness. They are a trifecta of the European soul. Learn from their successes and discard their failures, because while they didn’t succeed in reaching their dreams – we must march ever onwards towards our own.

Hearts of Oak: The New Battle of Britain

Immigration, Britain

Next weekend is the 50th anniversary of Conservative MP Enoch Powell’s now infamous Rivers of Blood speech. In it, he predicted that uncontrolled mass migration would irreversibly change the nature of Britain for the worse. He foresaw that unlimited, unfettered transfers of population would so viciously erode the fabric of British society that the eventual outcome could only be civil war. In 1968, he was denounced by almost all sectors of the political establishment for his position and was relegated to the status of ‘a voice in the wilderness’, dying a politically isolated figure in 1998. Yet in his own defiant words, the wilderness was a good place to be, for echoes could be heard much more clearly there. And echoed through the ages he has. When large scale riots by Muslim youths took place in Bradford and Oldham in 2001, his warning rang in the ears of an increasingly fearful establishment. When the 7/7 Bombings rocked London in 2005, his spirit stirred again causing an increasingly dispossessed and shocked population to ask, was Enoch Powell right? In 2017, when 34 people were killed and hundreds injured in three separate terrorist incidents in London and Manchester – the refrain which was unsure at first began to build: Enoch Powell was right!

Yet despite all the frenzied activity of his ghost, Britain has blindly continued down its dark path. The political elite has recklessly, deliberately, and maliciously enacted a plan to destroy the Britain that Powell loved. The evidence of this is everywhere. It has become so transparent that it has even drawn international condemnation as a spate of foreign speakers who wished to question the direction of Britain have been denied entry. In a single week Austrian Generation Identity activist Martin Sellner, his American girlfriend and collaborator Brittany Pettibone, and fellow American Conservative Lauren Southern were all detained and deported from Britain for daring to question the political consensus. British citizens fared no better, as Paul Golding and Jayda Fransen of Britain First were jailed for alleged anti-Muslim hate crimes; and in a bizarre and utterly draconian move, comedian Mark Meechan who filmed his pet pug doing a Nazi salute and responding to Nazi slogans as a skit was convicted of ‘grossly offensive’ speech; a completely Orwellian concept incongruous with the spirit of British law.

This concentrated and centrally orchestrated attack on free speech took place while news was leaking out of another industrial scale Muslim grooming gang which had systematically abused white British teenage girls in Telford – repeating the pattern which has been seen in Rotherham, Oxford and numerous other British towns and cities. It is clear that the two issues are inextricably linked; that the increasing incompatibility of multicultural values with British values has forced the government to respond with tyranny in a vain attempt to maintain the coherence of the state. The harnessing of the legal apparatus of the state to repress the British population for the benefit of multiculturalism had already begun by the time Powell made his speech, and he attacked the Race Relations Act of 1965 – the first piece of legislation of its kind – exactly because he foresaw where that line of thinking would lead. In taking on the role of mediator between widely different and incompatible ethnic groups, the government has become a vindictive bully which has subjected British citizens to a tyranny of the minority.

What started with the Race Relations Act of 1965 has now metastasised into a monolithic and authoritarian machinery of control – The Equalities and Human Rights Commission, established in 2006, received over 60 million pounds of British taxpayer money per year to enforce remit which was completely antithetical to free speech, and designed to silence political opposition. In 2009 it demonstrated this blatantly when it launched legal proceedings against the British National Party (BNP) which had recently won 2 seats in the European election, citing the supposed illegality of its party constitution which specifically stated that only white Britons were eligible to join. The subsequent legal costs were largely responsible for the dissolution of the BNP, which had garnered nearly 1 million votes in the 2009 European Parliamentary elections. This is just one instance of the will of British people being frustrated, but it is striking evidence of the chasmic gulf which has opened up between rulers and the ruled. The parallel and separate ethnic societies within the British state which Powell warned of, are now enshrined in law. There is one legal system for the British people, and another, more preferential system of laws for the newcomers.

Britain is now in a de facto state of anarcho-tyranny. While the British population are mercilessly policed, even for private conversations, for inconsequential jokes, for minor political dissidence, large swathes of the country are operating with little functional law at all. This was demonstrated quite accidentally and much to governmental chagrin by the 2017 Grenfell Fire. When a west London tower block caught ablaze due to a faulty kitchen appliance, 129 people were killed in the subsequent inferno – or so we are told. Accurate figures for the death toll were initially impossible to ascertain because illegal multiple occupancy, undocumented immigrants, and shadow citizens entirely outside the legal framework of the UK were largely the casualties. Amid the calls for beatification and martyrdom of the victims, the state was desperately trying to ascertain who the victims even were in the first place. As it investigated the occupants, it discovered many were claiming thousands in benefits or had no legal basis to be in Britain at all. Nevertheless, a train station is to be dedicated to the victims who have received millions in compensation– meanwhile the mayor of Manchester Andy Burnham has pointed out the promised compensation for the victims of the Manchester Arena bombing has not materialised. This duality in approaches to communities is not an isolated incident; it is endemic. It shows how fearful the British state is of offending favoured groups – and those favoured groups are growing ever larger.

Powell, who was so ridiculed in his time for suggesting that London and Wolverhampton would become one third non-British, has been grimly vindicated by the statistic that white Britons now constitute 44.8% of the capital’s total, down from nearly 60% just ten years earlier. This trend has been mirrored in cities across Britain with Slough, Luton, Leicester, all possessing non-British majorities. Powell’s own former seat in Wolverhampton South West, is now occupied by an Afro-Caribbean woman. As these parallel societies have developed, knife crime, honour killings, acid attacks and moped robberies have flourished in London, accompanied by widescale electoral fraud in boroughs such as Tower Hamlets. ‘Grooming gangs’ has become a revolting phrase which has had to make its way into the British vocabulary as a direct result of mass migration. The terrorists who ran over pedestrians and blew up children attending a pop concert in 2017 may have been ‘British’ in origin – that is, raised on British soil, but they were not part of any British society the formerly homogenous population would recognise. The state has ceded control of these minority-majority spaces to the new occupiers, and rather than fighting for the security of its citizens it has contented itself to harass those who point out the truth.

The contemptuous, short-sighted, self-serving and hateful elite that now rule Britain would have gotten away with these crimes had it not been for another intervention by the spirit of Powell – the successful vote by Britain to leave the European Union. Powell was an early pioneer of Euroscepticism, so vehement in his beliefs that he abandoned the Conservative Party to encourage Britons to vote for the Labour Party who were promising a referendum on the issue, which eventually took place in 1975. At that time, only one third of Britons wished to leave the EEC, the forerunner to the EU, because the ravages of that institution had not yet become apparent to the majority of people. They had been self-evident to Powell, who understood that outsourcing a nation’s sovereignty was placing the country at the mercy of foreign powers whose interests would eventually not align with that of Britain. When the European Union introduced refugee quotas in the wake of the 2015 Refugee Crisis, the malevolent nature of that institution had become readily apparent to most Britons who despite all intimidation and propaganda firmly rejected it. The government may have thwarted the idea of a party for Britons, but it had failed to extinguish the Britons themselves and to exorcise the ghost of Powell.

This begs the question, why was Powell right – and why is our government so wrong? Even now, May’s shambolic zombie government is attempting to pretend that Britons didn’t really want to leave. They are betraying the British people yet again, seeking to elongate and water down the process of Brexit, to foment a pointless and highly dangerous confrontation with Russia as a distraction, and to all the while pretend they care about the British people while replacing them at an exponential rate. This at first seems hard to understand, especially as the politicians who have so callously presided over the last 8 years of disaster are from Enoch’s former party. What is the difference between the odious non-entities that rule us and a titan like Enoch? It is that Enoch Powell possessed a Heart of Oak – he belonged to that storeyed tradition of great Britons, men and women who believe in Britain and Britishness not as some abstract set of values, but as a primordial and ethnic truth. He took the name of the Conservative Party seriously – he wanted to conserve Britain and the British people, not conserve the economic interests of the few.

As a distinguished classicist he not only understood but relished the fact he was from a heroic Western tradition, he mentally inhabited the same psycho-spiritual plane as the Romans, the Anglo-Saxons, and the Victorians. Despite being bookish and genteel, he understood that it isn’t enough to simply ‘believe’ in Britain – you must also be prepared to defend its existence by force if necessary. He served with distinction in the Second World War. Not long after his birth, many in the generation before him had to make the ultimate sacrifice for Britain the First World War. He, unlike our politicians today, understood that nations are not simply unchanging and fixed sterile units – they are maintained by the will and vigour of those who fight for them. Our politicians today are terrified of their inheritance, of their duty. When the movie Dunkirk was released in 2017, depicting the British evacuation at the eponymous battle, it was denounced as being too male, too white, and too violent. What it was in actuality was too British – it scared both the establishment and would-be establishment because it reminded Britons of something they wanted to forget, that this first and foremost has been a nation of warriors, explorers, and conquerors; those possessing hearts of oak.

Our politicians today are so ready to surrender Britain to anarcho-tyranny, to sell it out at every opportunity and to ultimately give up because they have lost the connection to what Britain really is. It is disingenuous to pretend that multiculturalism alone changed British values, it was largely the British elite who lost its nerve in the face of Suez and the dissolution of the Empire. They want the EU to dominate us, because they know that they cannot measure up to the past glories of Britain – they have mournfully abnegated their responsibilities. In Germany and in the formerly Confederate states of America, a process of denunciation of the past has taken place, with violent destructions of old iconography and soul searching about the meaning of identity. In Britain the political class have simply tried to ignore our achievements, to pretend they didn’t happen – just as they are pretending that the people didn’t really want Brexit. They have retreated into fantasy when faced with the harsh realities of the world. They have recast Britain as a lightweight, weak willed and superficial nation – a country of “keep calm and carry on” posters, Harry Potter and self-deprecation. An inoffensive and castrated nation, the risible ‘cuck island’ that acerbic international commentators perceive it to be.

Just as they have bought into a fantasy about the present, they have bought into a fantasy about the nature of the past as well. They largely have shied away from publicly denouncing the British Empire because they have allowed themselves to believe it was simply a technological and commercial entity that spread itself by liberal means; a misunderstanding which coloured their misguided efforts to spread neoliberal utopia to Afghanistan and Iraq. What their value-based perception of British identity has failed to consider, is that it was not technology or trade that made Britain great. It was a raw martial will, a militaristic and hard-edged character of extreme forcefulness and determination that rests beneath the veneer of British politeness. The story of the Empire is one of struggle, in which the natives gave as good as they got. In the Indian Mutiny, at Siege of Khartoum, at Isandlwana, the supposedly passive populations temporarily got the upper hand over the British and massacred the defeated Brits. But in the end, by force of arms, steely determination, and sheer grit Britons prevailed. That is the real character of Britain, the beating hearts of oak that built the British Empire. That is the caste of men that Enoch Powell belonged to.

We must now understand the seriousness of the situation we are faced with, just as Enoch did. If you really believe in what Britain truly is, you will understand that the process we are undergoing is not simply a change of values, or the passing of the generational torch, it is the wholesale destruction of our country and our people. The British lion may have given a mighty roar with Brexit, but it is beset by many hyenas. The machinations of the European Union, the total loss of our personal and political liberties, the rampaging destruction caused by the entirely separate and alien ethnic communities that have been allowed to do as they wish in our midst. It is time for us to develop our own hearts of oak, to understand that we are part of a great and unfinished history, that we belong to the same ilk as Nelson and Wellington.

We with hearts of oak are part of the true British tradition, we hear the voices of Britons who were willing to square up to those who would oppose us and crush them underfoot or to die trying. We remember Gordon of Khartoum, staring down approaching Muslim Mahdists hordes with revolver in hand. We remember Melville and Coghill, valiantly saving the Queen’s colours from the ferocious and frenzied hordes of Zulus. We remember Nelson on the deck of the HMS Victory, dying but still only concerned with his duty. We understand Britain is our lifeboat in a sea of uncertainty and global strife. It is our proud galleon and it is the only one that we have. We may complain about it, we may despise our government, but when we see the British countryside and hear the strains of Elgar, we know we are home. Our ship is sinking fast and Nelson is dying on deck. The war that Enoch Powell warned us of 50 years ago is here now. It is being waged by every grooming gang, every Muslim terrorist, every corrupt and lying politician. It is a war on us, on the British people, and we are losing. But just as at Dunkirk, we may lose the battle, but we will not lose the war. Tonight, the BBC will broadcast Powell’s speech again – and it will be a clarion call for all those with hearts of oak to join together in The New Battle of Britain.  Just as the great heroes of our past, we must raise up our voices and say, Britain is ours – come on ye noblest English! England expects every man to do his duty, and our duty is to repel all boarders. Too much rests on this battle for it to be lost, and we do not intend to.

Acolytes in the Temple of Iron

Identitarian, Masculine

Battle of Augustodunum,  Peter Dennis

You may admire the past – but you wouldn’t want to live in it. This is the most basic repudiation of traditionalism. Life before the modern era was painful, squalid and short. It is thus self-evident that to any progressively minded individual that the crowning achievement of modernity is the longevity and painlessness of contemporary existence. More people are living longer than ever, it is an undeniable fact. The once terrifying scourge of plagues and famines have been nullified, and this was achieved without the help of any God. We have abandoned faith in the divine who no longer can harm us and replaced it with our unquestioning belief in the doctor, the medical researcher, and the pharmaceutical company. These are the new high priests and preachers of a transhumanist utopia which promises a future where every human imperfection can be solved and even improved upon by rational and technological means. Adherence to this cult is now so pervasive that healthcare has become a shibboleth which makes and breaks our governments. We have gleefully trampled on the past in the hysterical stampede towards this new promised land, but in doing so have we blinded ourselves to the possibility that modernity itself may be sick?

While on the surface it seems that the inexorable march of modern medical progress has been an objective and linear improvement in the human lot, there is trouble in paradise. We are faced with being the first generation that may not live as long as parents, not owing to some new and insidious disease or cataclysmic war – but largely because the ravages of plenty have overtaken modern medicine’s ability to deal with them. Diabetes and heart disease are exploding as a result of obesity which is a product of our own gluttony and laziness. The addiction to killing the pain in our life has caused many to kill the pain for good, with deaths from legal drugs now surpassing deaths from illicit substances in many regions; a trend starkly demonstrated by recent reports of an epidemic of deaths attributed to the powerful painkiller fentanyl. While polio, smallpox and measles may have vanished from our collective fears, the rise of chronic diseases is becoming more and more apparent. Crohn’s, Celiac Disease, fibromyalgia, asthma, diabetes and Lupus have now become the consumption and venereal disease of our time. They may not kill – but they are leaving a whole generation of youth locked into a life of pain and despair, with no solution from our new medical overlords in sight.

The picture is even darker for young men, who have now been confirmed as on average possessing less grip strength than their grandparents; coupled with testosterone levels and sperm counts which are in dramatic and largely unexplained freefall. These problems almost pale into insignificance when compared to the tsunami of mental health problems which have washed over society, with rates of depression, anxiety, and schizophrenia skyrocketing to the point they have produced the grim and highly revealing statistic that suicide is now the biggest killer of men under 45 in the UK. It may be the case that modernity has extended our life span, but in doing so it has created lives which many do not actually want to live. The God of new medicine has proven to be as seemingly arbitrary and unmoved by human suffering as the wrathful Lord of the Old Testament. Modernity has failed to live up to its end of the bargain; the promise of an easy path to self-mastery has proved a hollow one. The acceptance of the lie has been aided by the disingenuous soothsayers of modern leftism who have consistently reassured us that humans beings are raw clay, open to being entirely re-worked by technology and ideology.

It may even be the case that modern attitudes have in fact impeded genuine medical progress. It is widely known that the precipitous rise of antibiotic resistant diseases has sprung from modern profligacy with the overuse of antibiotics. It is also true that the major medical breakthroughs that fuelled the rise in life expectancy: the discovery of insulin, the creation of penicillin, the development of anaesthetics are all breakthroughs which pre-date the Second World War, and whether they can even be truly considered ‘modern’ at all is up for debate. Their discoverers may in fact be the inheritors of the more rigorous scientific standards of the Enlightenment, not the products of the affirmative action riddled, subjectivist, and market driven scientific field of today. A new and compelling medical nihilism is developing among some sections of the former faithful, who are daring to question our secular religion, such as Jacob Stegenga and his upcoming book on the topic.

Yet our crusade against the blind and unquestioning belief in modern medicine is not fundamentally based on its efficacy. It does not derive from sour grapes at the fact it has failed to increase our life span to a hundred fifty years; nor is it grounded in disappointment that not one human organ can be replaced by a better synthetic alternative. Our objection is much more fundamental than that. The entire basis of the modern worship of the physician is rotten, not because they can’t achieve what they claim, but because even if they could it would be meaningless. Life is not a game where living another year is an end in itself. Age is not a scoring system. A long life is not necessarily a good life. The modern obsession with clinging to life at all costs has smothered the flame of the heroic impulse, it has rendered us all cowards. Even more damagingly, modern medicine’s quest to delay death has distracted us from our true foe: human entropy. The human experience is one where we are locked in a constant and unending battle with the limits of our own physical and intellectual capabilities. Life is a series of attacks and counter-attacks by the human will battling against the natural decay which we are subjected to. The heroic path in life is not to pray impotently to the medical monolith, hoping it will cure your problems – it is to take your destiny in your own hands. We cannot transcend death, but we may be able to transcend our own limitations.

This notion is not a popular one in today’s society. We have opted to prostate ourselves, grovelling meekly to foolhardy doctors and amoral pharmaceutical companies because most people today have abandoned the unyielding fight against human entropy. They have not only embraced and accepted their own physical and intellectual failings but have sought to make virtues of them. This is why to point out obesity is ‘fat shaming’. It is why the veneration of disability and victimhood is everywhere manifest in society. It is the reason the quest to seek real and meaningful knowledge and to not hand hold those without the capacity is deemed exclusionary and elitist. Even implying that people create their own problems and are at least in part responsible for managing their own health is considered reactionary. The assertion that it is what you do in life, and not how long you live is an explosive challenge which the coddled and craven find deeply uncomfortable. It is time to re-state a primordial truth which may be deeply troubling for those loyal to the necromancers and butchers of the modern medical establishment. Life has no inherent meaning, it is given meaning by our struggle to achieve self-mastery against the constant whirling tides of misfortune, decay, disease and violent opposition.

A whole generation of young men have simply rotted and withered away awaiting the transhumanist utopia promised by modernity and the Left. A hundred years ago the flower of European youth died in the blood and mud of the Great War. A century later that youth is fat, weak, depressed, and fundamentally unfulfilled – it has been stultified almost beyond salvation. The death in the trenches has been replaced with the purgatory of spiritual death. Idleness is killing society as surely as warfare did. The human spirit yearns to test itself against the limits of life, to be allowed to strive for greatness, to burn with the brightness of youthful vitality. Modernity offers us only the fear and temptation of death, the goal of doing nothing but simply staying alive for the sake of it and the sweet release of the ending the boredom of a life lived in such way. The average life expectancy of a Roman was 25, yet their lack of longevity did not preclude their greatness – in fact it contributed to it. The choice of a painful death in the service of glory and greatness, or the ‘easy’ death amid clinical surroundings of a local hospital is a false dichotomy. Living entails pain; dying entails pain. It is time to stop buying into the modernist belief it can be avoided, but instead meet the prospect of our own mortality head on.

It is long past time to completely reject the failed church of modernity: its promises have been laid bare. It is now the time to live like the Roman; to embrace the spirit of the youth who a century ago chose to charge machine guns rather than to petrify and decay. It is time to don your robes and become acolytes in the Temple of Iron, to adopt the credo of Yukio Mishima and the Golden One that we must make savage the body and civilise the mind. Step out of the shadows and dispel the fear of death, laugh in the face of those who are vainly demanding clemency and that nature itself abide by the imaginary laws of equality. Wear your body with pride, and always seek self-betterment. Be the first to point out that modernity is sick, and we acolytes in the Temple of Iron are healthy.

Sparks from the Golden Anvil: How to Save Western Civilization

Evola, Traditionalism

Joseph Derby Wright, The Iron Forge

An awakening has taken place in European consciousness. Never before have so many minds almost independently concluded that there is something deeply and irreparably wrong with the system that rules them. Whether in Hungary, Austria, or the United Kingdom an irrepressible torrent of revolutionary spirit is threatening to break the dam of modernist thought. The primal, inchoate and unshakable desire to revolt against the modern world has spread across Europe like a series of lightning strikes. To capture and direct this tumultuous raw energy requires two fundamental things: to understand our enemy, and to know how to defeat it. Those claiming intellectual leadership of this nascent movement for the renewal of the European spirit have so far failed to provide a coherent vision of who our foe is or how to beat them. If we want to succeed, we have to change this now. It is time to develop a plan that can save Western civilization from its manifold enemies.

But before we can do that, we must ask who are these enemies? It is obvious to almost everyone that modernity is the enemy of a continued European way of life. But what is modernity? The orthodox view for many in the movement is that modernity is simply a point in time – it is the present and everything that has been created in the present. Modernity by this definition is reduced to skyscrapers, computers, automated factories, big tech and global government. Thus, if our enemy is the notion of technological progress, then all we need to do to defeat it is to simply go back in time. Mass migration, big government, the destruction of the family unit, and the death of religion have all happened in the present – therefore the material conditions of modern life must be the cause of these ills. To put it simply, the plough is innately more noble than the combine harvester, the oast house is more beautiful than the modern brewery.

To those content with this superficial account, an understanding of a purely technological explanation seems like a solid foundation to save Western civilization. But it is a foundation built on a misunderstanding. Those who accept this line of thought are confusing medium and message. The modern world is not evil because it has skyscrapers or computers. We are not engaged in a battle with an architectural style or an economic system – but with an ideology that has injected itself into every facet of our lives. To subscribe to technological determinism is to put European man in the role of permanent museum curator. True traditionalism is honouring and understanding the achievements of the past but having the will to build on and surpass them. The original European Renaissance was wrought by those who looked upon antiquity at first with awe, but then with the hubris and colossal will necessary to believe they could do better than it and recreate it in the medium of their own time. The artists of the Italian Renaissance had no compunction about painting the Romans in Renaissance dress.

Technology is a means at the disposal of the European spirit – it always has been. The great cathedrals of the past were built with cranes. The plough in itself was not more noble, it was the system which harnessed it that made it so. To attempt to go back in time is not only impractical, but harmful to the European spirit because ultimately the flaw in the logic of the neo-Luddites is that it was the European who created the modern world. Isaac Newton and Darwin did so willingly, and given the chance, if we rewound the tape it would play out in the same fashion. Society cannot be kept in a static vacuum, nor should it be. But if we are not revolting against the supposed depredations of the material conditions of modern life, what are we fighting against?

Our fight is not fundamentally about the fact that modernity has forced us to live an urban, technological life. It is about the fact modernity is bent on killing us and expunging our record from this earth. It is a death cult that has inverted every positive aspect of the European spirit and turned our nature against us. Where once technology was used in the service of the betterment of our lives, it now constrains us – with surveillance, with oppressive state power, with the speedy importation of our lower paid and more co-operative replacements. It does not need to be this way. It is not bricks, steel and glass that have made our world ugly but the pernicious and warped ideology of the architects that built them. Therefore, we are not engaged in a battle with a point in time, we are locked in a struggle for survival with a set of alien ideas. The particular must be championed against the global. The metaphysical good must be pitted against relativistic nihilism. The nation must triumph against the international. The European spirit must not be subsumed by the Islamic.

Yet how can we hope to triumph in a war of ideas? We must first and foremost understand that culture forms the basis of civilization – and culture is at its elemental level simply a set of ideas. While political activism seems the obvious recourse for those wanting to destroy the modern world, the real revolt in modernity is to create great works and to contribute to our culture. The reason the traditionalist has lost almost all the culture wars of the late 20th and early 21st century is that he has not even been on the field to fight them. Not only has the orthodox traditionalist view failed see to that our enemy is not material progress; but it has wrongly assumed that cultural developments in the modern world are inherently harmful to a traditionalist message. It is common to look down on cinema and video games as mediums that can only serve the modernist; mediums to be rejected. This is a catastrophic mistake.

The enemy is winning the war of ideas because modernism makes no distinction between high and low culture – it inserts itself into every sphere of human activity. Modern films are inculcated with the message that Europeans are a blight and should despise themselves. Modern buildings have no connection to the nations that host them. Modern TV shows and video games are literally re-writing history to co-opt and subvert the achievements of European heroes of the past. Marxist deconstruction operates just as effectively on opera as it does on Saturday night television. The traditionalists who believe that shunning popular culture and adopting the strategy of the hermit will save them are wrong. To guarantee our continued existence we must believe not only in the past, but in the future. We must imagine an alternative world where all culture is once again harnessed in the service of creating a healthy, progressive and upward future for our civilization.

The orthodox traditionalist has already consigned Western civilization to the funeral pyre, they are the last Roman loyally at their post as the Pompeii of modernity destroys us forever. We must be engaged in creating a new radical traditionalism that believes that if we want to live, we must create. We are the new generation of Wagner’s warriors, taking up the mantle of the Gesamtkunstwerk, turning our lives into a piece of total art. We recognise no distinction between high and low culture; whatever we do – whether making video games, shooting cinema, or writing fiction we do not ask ourselves is this medium traditional? We instead set ourselves to the task of creating works of beauty, works which honour European history, works which raise our consciousness and above all instil our people with the will to survive. This not a hypothetical exercise, because we can look back to examples of the recent past to see how it is done. In the early dawn of what later came to be known as modernist architecture, in the Venetian Prealps the monument to the Italian war dead at Monte Grappa proved that concrete and modern building methods could be pressganged into the service of traditionalist aims – to honour the past.

Likewise, in the golden era of PC games the medium was de facto traditionalist. Games like Caesar and Civilization inspired the young with a new digital rendering faithful to our past, while adventure and roleplaying games like Heroes of Might and Magic introduced many to European mythology. Perhaps unknowingly the architects of the memorial at Monte Grappa and the designers of these games provided a fleeting glimpse into an alternative world – a world where modern games, modern architecture, modern culture is not antithetical to traditionalism, but promotes it. We must take up where they left off – to win the war of ideas all we have to do is to imagine a future in which we could live; a future for us and by us, a future unrestrained by the fastidious and wrongheaded belief that Western man is confined to the same set of tools he had five hundred years ago. The new generation of Wagner’s warriors are pushing aside the dusty and petrified last Roman and leaping onto the funeral pyre to rescue Mother Europa from the flames, because we believe Western culture is not dead, but lives through us and our acts of creation.

Once we grasp that our culture is the arsenal that we must use fight the ideational war in which we are engaged in, we can direct all our efforts to bolstering this great armoury. Every game we make, every movie we produce, every work of literature we pen, is a bullet we are firing at the monolith that is modernity. Every work of cultural significance is the forging of another spearhead that we can thrust into the odious and misguided minds that now rule us. The act of creation is our collective work to wire the cultural bomb that will blow up the foundations of modern life and ultimately free us of its deathly mental grip.While this war may be ideational, it involves real dangers and real sacrifice – the road will not be easy, because in every great artistic work, every true piece of beauty brought into human life, there is a cost.

The stones of Neuschwanstein are coated in the blood of both its patron and its builders. The elegant squares of St. Petersburg rest upon the bones of the serfs who created it. Likewise, the madness that overtook Nietzsche was the price he paid for birthing his intellectual works. The re-casting of art and culture as an activity for the weak and effeminate is yet another corridor of the mendacious mental maze that is modernity. Serving in the war of ideas will require tough characters, and it always did – the great Renaissance masters may have painted high art, but Caravaggio was no stranger to the drawn dagger in the defence of his artistic ideas. We must re-embrace the masculine, Byronic and D’Annunzian view of culture. If we do this, we will easily sweep the modernists from the field of ideas, because still innate within the European mind is the will to live, the deep-seated desire for beauty, and the divine spark necessary to create great works.

The worldview of the orthodox traditionalists is ultimately a dereliction of duty. They praise the past and want to live in its warm womb simply because they are too timid, too craven, too weak to believe that this generation alive today could contain another Dante, another Wagner, not operating in some anachronistic style – but who was a master in wielding modern mediums in the service of traditionalist aims. The virtue of European civilization has in fact always been its malleability, it has been forged and re-cast more times than we care to remember. Traditionalism is simply the challenge of issued by our forefathers – the offering of the divine hammer of culture by the craftsmen and artists of our distant past to the new generation. The orthodox traditionalists don’t believe we have the strength to wield the hammer; and the modernists can’t imagine we’d dare to wield it.

All we need to do to save Western civilization is to understand that traditionalism is not a style, or a museum, it is the transmission of culture from one generation of Europeans to the next. European civilization is a gleaming golden anvil on which we constantly re-forge ourselves in a new image. We are currently staring at the broken, shattered shards of our inheritance – but we can re-forge them once again. All we must do is believe that we come from those endowed with the sacred will to live and create, and the challenge of recasting European civilization now falls to us. We should not shrink from this task, but relish it. With all our collective strength,  we must strike the Golden Anvil and watch the sparks that fly from it reignite the yearning hearts of those Europeans who want to revolt against the modern world, see our people live, and forge a new European century, even more bejewelled and glorious than the last.

 

Hail to our people!

Hail to the three-thousand of Charlottesville who rode with Robert E. Lee and gave the rebel yell, which was heard across America!

Hail to the Briton, who when duty demanded emerged from sleepy shires and windswept Welsh valleys to decree the nation might be free!

Hail to the Austrian, secure in his mountain halls of stone against the flood!

Hail to the Visegrad Four, the shield of Europe, stalwart as Sobieski’s hussars!

Hail to the unvanquished East, confounder of evil schemes!

Hail to all our people who dream we might yet live!

Ride For Ruin! European Kamikaze

Identitarian, European

Alan Lee, Helm’s Deep

Everything is broken. We have been so utterly severed from our cultural and spiritual moorings that the damage is irreparable. Our administrative, social and political systems are now in terminal decline. Demographically, Europeans who once constituted a quarter of the global population a mere sixty years ago are now barely more than a numerical speck – numbering just over one tenth of the total world headcount and dwindling fast. Oppressive technocratic global institutions working hand in hand with mega corporations have all but succeeded in crushing both individual freedom and the national will. Economically, the system has become so grossly skewed that eight corrupt individuals have succeeded in amassing more wealth than the bottom 50% of the globe while the average taxpayer is asked to pay ever more to prop up the rigged enterprise. Civilisation is beyond repair.

Yet this has not stopped the majority of people from attempting to adapt to this new reality. They have deceived themselves that we can co-exist with chaos; that we can appease entropy itself. They have retreated from truly imagining the implications of the collapse of Western civilisation. No amount of wealth will be able to insulate them either from the insatiable avarice of corrupt and tyrannical government or from the hordes of the envious and alien newcomers we have allowed onto our shores. Their white picket fence fantasy of two children and a nice family car has catastrophically failed to adjust to a world in which governments have cravenly abandoned their duty to stop children being blown up at pop concerts, preyed upon in the streets, or mowed down at Christmas markets. There is no future for children who are to be brought up as an embattled, hated minority in a crumbling country – and there is no future for their parents either. It is as impossible for the individual to co-exist with modernity as it was for the citizens of Pompeii to co-exist with the volcanic eruption. Modernity has destroyed everything.

Most will not accept this conclusion and will continue in their delusions. For others, the realisation will be too painful and will drive them down the road of depression and despair. Yet to the thoughtful, the steely willed and the stout hearted this realisation is not depressing – but liberating. The worst of what could happen to us has already happened. We have been freed from the burdens of worrying about the good life, of attempting to maximise our own pleasure and comfort. We understand that there will be no peaceful rest in this life, that we are men amongst the ruins. We have been given a gift. While many have wasted their lives looking for purpose, we understand that in a ravaged, broken world there can be only one course of action: resistance. We must now turn all our resources, all our strength, and all our creative energy to the total overthrow of modernity and its acolytes. It is an almost impossible task. Our revolt is not simply against political parties and economic systems, but against the fundamental building blocks of reality. A revolt against demography and cold arithmetic, against epistemology and corrupted philosophy, against sterile rationalism and the death of spirit.

Compelling a civilisation to live again would be a difficult enough task, yet we are attempting to do so in a near universally hostile world. To believe we can succeed is fantastical, little more than a comforting dream. Yet we are not calculating utilitarians carefully weighting up the probability of success or failure; we are driven to our desperate rebellion because it is the only morally responsible thing to do. In an irrational, broken and morally ill society the only virtuous course of action is to seek to overturn it. Only by participating in this resistance will we be able to look ourselves in the eye and say truthfully that we are honourable. It is likely not only that we will fail, but that in the struggle we will be destroyed– financially, socially, and physically. Yet what happiness would money, prestige or good health have given us in a world which was not our own – a world in which we are spectators, subordinates and slaves? It is time for us to embrace the credo of Heroic Nihilism. Everything is broken. Everything is beyond repair. Yet we will revolt and sacrifice ourselves anyway, because the act of resistance in itself is heroic; because the greater the odds, the greater the share of glory; and because when we arrive at St Peter’s gates or cross the Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla we can do so with our heads held high, to be ranked amongst the greatest warriors and poets of the ages.

By adopting the credo of Heroic Nihilism, we have already initiated the first phase of our total revolt against modernity. We finally understand that the globalist elite and its collaborators have everything to lose, while we have nothing. It is the hyper rich oligarchs, the corrupt politicians, the protected minorities and the selfish hedonists who are the ones who fear us, not the other way around. Nothing they can do to us is worse than what has already been done. They have pilfered our wealth, ground down our cultural icons, and stolen our future. It is time for us to accept our role as the Generation of Revenge, and to understand it is not modernity that is the wave which is crashing into us, but we are the wave that will crash into modernity and wash it away. We must reimagine ourselves – we are no longer atomised and timid, we are Panzer tanks rolling across the open steppes, all personal tragedy and doubt bouncing off our armoured hulls. We are as fanatical as Japanese fighter pilots, ready to slam ourselves into the aircraft carrier that is modernity. We are as iron willed as Jan Sobieski’s Polish hussars, charging into the Ottomans. We are the European Kamikaze and we are here to destroy the destroyers.

Though it has become fashionable to talk of sacrifice only in terms of the ancient East, of Kamikaze, Seppuku and Bushido, we must remember that what we are doing is not alien to the European spirit – but fundamental to it. Whether on the fields of the Somme, Lepanto, or Vienna, being European is a responsibility not a right. Nearly every generation of Europeans has faced its test of mettle, its call to sacrifice, its darkest hour. Ours may seem the darkest of all, because if we lose, we will be the final generation. Yet it also makes our resistance the most meaningful. By embracing Heroic Nihilism, by sallying forth, we are reconnecting ourselves with the great European tradition of self-sacrifice. And though our chance of success seems so slim, the embers of hope seem so faint, if we Ride for Ruin without consideration for our personal safety or prospect of victory, the galloping riders of the European Kamikaze may just prevail- and even if they don’t they will have at least made an end worthy of the greatest of European sagas.

How to Believe: Becoming The Men of Janus

Pagan, Alt Right

We are living in an age of dissolution. Every institution of government and society is in a state of seemingly terminal decline. At the individual level the notions of honour, personal responsibility, and self-sacrifice have largely vanished from public life. The cause of this malaise is not material inequality, but the collapse of faith. The credo of sterile rationalism has triumphed over the metaphysical vision of a divinely ordained world ruled by angels and Gods. For many, the transition from the esoteric world of faith and divine truth seeking to the clockwork universe of the rationalist is vindicated by our cornucopia of material wealth and the unparalleled ease of our lives. Yet is plain to see, for all our prosperity and plenty, the average person remains deeply unfulfilled. No matter the veracity of their nihilistic consumption and hedonistic hoarding, the experience of the modern world is ultimately a shallow and an empty one. Despite all its garish efforts to distract from it, modernity cannot hide the incompleteness it has created by the denial of faith.

It is in fact impossible for the acolytes of modernism to admit to the necessity of faith, because faith itself is incompatible with the primary tenet of today’s anti-faith: an unwavering commitment to total equality. To have a metaphysical belief, to be religious, is to accept that you must subordinate yourself to a higher being – to something outside of, and above, yourself. In doing so you create a cosmic hierarchy; and in following a strict set of moral tenets you exercise discrimination. The sinner thus becomes lesser than the righteous. God becomes greater than the individual. It is these two acts that make faith antithetical to modernity and make its practice a primary existential threat to the modern order. The atheist of today thus screams loudest that no metaphysical world is possible, because he has the most to lose if such an order did exist. He is at once fearful of the collapse of the modern world and its hedonistic pleasures, and simultaneously driven by pathological terror at the idea of being judged by the divine and being found utterly wanting.

It is fundamentally fear that accounts for the lack of true heroism in modernity – a fear of death. A long life is treated as an inherently good life, because the ardent deniers of faith must strenuously attempt to reassure themselves that is the truth. Today’s society seeks to cling to life at all costs. The citizen of today embraces infirmity and avoids danger because if existence itself is the only objective moral criteria, remaining alive is the only true metric of success. What kind of life you lead is irrelevant, only cold utilitarian survival matters. It is ironic that this mode of thought which values only survival has in fact precipitated the gravest danger to the West’s security it has ever faced. In abandoning faith, in retreating into a fear of the great unknown after death, the West has singularly failed to respond to the threat of militant Islam. It is not political correctness that has hamstrung our efforts to repel this new invasion, but our fundamental lack of faith. The burning zeal of a believer will always prevail over the fearful who believes only in living at any cost. The atheist is a slave; the believer is the master.

It can thus be seen both for our personal salvation and to save our way of life we must return to the path of faith. Yet we are the first generation largely to be born without any predetermined spiritual path. We have been totally severed from the great continuum of our native religions. We are thus the first generation presented with the task of choosing a faith for ourselves, rather than simply inheriting it from history as every other generation has. To many traditionalists the solution is simple – we must return to Christianity. In their view, if we all began attending our local church on a Sunday, faith would be restored, and Western civilization would flourish once more. Not only is this a ridiculously parsimonious answer to the complex question of how to regain our faith, it is also an incorrect answer. It does not address the primary reason most of us were driven away from Christianity in the first place: The Church itself. Five hundred years after Martin Luther’s tumultuous revolt against Church corruption and decadence, the selling of indulgences pales in comparison to the scale of hypocrisy, debauchery and outright treachery present in nearly all forms of modern Christianity.

Both spiritually and temporally Catholicism and Protestantism in their modern format are so nauseating it is almost impossible for this new generation of faith seekers to take them in any way seriously. The Catholic Church – once the bejewelled repository of European faith – is now reduced to a shadow of its former self, more associated in the popular imagination with paedophilia than spirituality; and headed by a Pontiff who is more concerned with kissing refugee’s feet than engineering a resurgence of the European spirit. Protestantism fares no better. European national churches which have always been wedded to the zeitgeist of the state have simply joined modernity’s war on faith. In their Evangelical and American form, the Protestant faith is reduced to little more than an activity group, a superficial faithstyle choice which has no serious capacity for esoteric knowledge and searching for divine truths. The nouveau branches of Christianity such as Mormonism and the Jehovah’s Witnesses seem almost as alien to the European spirit as Islam itself.

It is undeniable that the political influence of the Church has been harnessed in almost every occasion against the traditionalist world view – whether supporting mass migration or lending its support to regimes beyond our shores. The reason for this is that at the heart of modern Christianity, the doctrine of universalism has been placed on a pedestal above all other values; and universalism is in actuality simply a euphemism for the total equality of atheism. It is for this reason that flocking back to our local Church will neither enlighten us nor shield us from the ravages of modernity – it will merely grant legitimacy to another tainted, destructive force and add voices to the deafening chorus demanding more equality, more nothingness. Faced with the seeming irredeemable nature of modern Christianity, an increasing number of spiritual nomads have decided to take their quest to an earlier, more primordial form of faith. Perhaps we do not need the return of God, but the return of Gods.

The neo-Pagan revival which is underway in many parts of Europe is fuelled by a wholesale rejection of Christianity as a proto-modernist credo which usurped the true faith of Europe. Certainly, Paganism has many attributes which lends it to be seriously considered as a possible solution to our modern predicament. In an era which is increasingly barbaric, the revival of the Gods of war, strength, and honour seems a welcome and necessary step. The inherent fluidity of divinity in Paganism – the notion that Gods walk amongst us, and that we ourselves may attain a modicum of divine power provides the mechanism by which Paganism can turn life itself into a heroic adventure. Just as in Wagner’s epic Ring Cycle it was Siegfried who was the embodiment of divine heroism, by reconnecting with the Pagan Gods of the past we too can transform our lives into an epic saga as we seek self-mastery and to both revere and chafe against the divine hierarchy.

Thus, by accepting Wotan into our hearts, while the average person drowns helplessly in the slime of modern life, we soar above them as we are carried on the wings of Valkyries. Paganism is an antidote to the timid veneration of luxury and safety which has replaced faith in modern life. A man who believes he will cross the Rainbow Bridge to join his Gods and comrades in the vaunted halls of Valhalla is not paralyzed by the fear of death and therefore is not acquiescent in trading his freedom and integrity for a few more years of the easy life. While the huddled masses view the impending clash of Western and Islamic civilization as a disaster, the pagan relishes it as a chance to attain honour and glory – the pagan revolt is truly a total inversion of modern values which enjoins the strength of the Gods with a personal quest for self-betterment.

Yet while this appeal to heroic individualism may captivate some – more serious-minded faith seekers have their reservations. It is certainly true that Paganism creates a hierarchy and reignites the metaphysical, but it at times can seem a narrow, limited faith system which has little space for the monastic intellectual, esoteric, and spiritual truth seeking which Christianity once provided. To return to Paganism would naturally entail the regression of certain aspects of civilised life we have come to enjoy for centuries, and its kinetic nature is seemingly incompatible with fixed stability. It may prove, at best, to be a temporary solution to our crisis of faith. After all, Paganism was washed away once by Christianity, and it is perhaps possible that a reformed Christianity could provide an even greater dynamo for our spiritual revolution. It is true that almost anyone that enters the great cathedrals of Europe can still hear the faint whispers of God.

The very success of Christianity has always been its ability to be reinterpreted and reformed. It has provided the impetus and driving force for Western civilization because its schisms, its doctrinal disputes, its interminable and blood drenched civil wars have kept Western civilization vital and have driven it onwards to ever greater heights of aesthetic and doctrinal beauty. When Luther launched his withering attack on Catholicism, it responded not by timidity and acquiesce – but by launching the greatest programme of artistic and intellectual prowess the world had ever seen: The Counter Reformation. Just because almost all Christian churches of today are weak-willed and unfit custodians of the faith, it does not mean the faith itself is the problem. On the contrary, Christianity can also provide a framework for man to ascend the golden path and leap from the gutters of modern life.

The most useful example of this is to take seriously the notion of St. Peter and his eternal watch over the Gates of Heaven. It is pertinent to always ask yourself the question, could I justify myself to Him right now if I died? If the answer is no, then it is time to revolt against the materialistic considerations of this life, and prepare instead a life worthy not of the judgement of your self-absorbed peers, but one which holds up to Divine scrutiny. It is this test of St. Peter which so terrifies the nihilists and atheists of modernity, who in the dark recesses of their mind know that if they are wrong, if their conduct in life was ever set against any objective test of morality, they would fail. This vision of St. Peter’s judgement becomes all the more powerful when we view Christ not as the meek, hapless Shepherd he has been portrayed as by the modern Church, but as Christ the destroyer of evil, vanquisher of the moneylenders, Christ the morally inflexible, crucified and whipped because he would not renounce his views or his mission. Once we view Christianity as an armour of faith which lends its power to our cause, we reconnect with the muscular Christianity that inspired the Templars, turned back the Ottoman’s at the gates of Vienna, and can now traverse the chasm of lost confidence we need to restore Western civilization. Once we accept our task as being able to look St. Peter in the eye and say with total honesty that we fought for the good, then we are no longer simply the agreeable Anglican or mildly contrarian Catholic. We have moved our frame of reference from the worldly to the divine – we have become Knights of Christ.

A case then has been made for both Western Christianity and Paganism being the true faith which can revitalise both the individual spirit and Western civilization itself. Yet the question which preoccupies many of a traditionalist persuasion, is how do I choose – Paganism or Christianity? In a world of inherited religions, this question would have never arisen. Yet in our modern situation it can become a serious philosophical stumbling block. And this is without speaking at all of other alternatives – of Eastern Orthodoxy, of a Nietzschean transcendental quest for self-betterment, or of the elevation of nation or nature to the place of God. Thus, how can one choose between one faith or another? By what criteria can we decide?

That is fundamentally the wrong question. We must understand that we live in an aspiritual age – that we have been conditioned from birth to reject faith in all its forms. We are in the position of the barbarians of the dark ages who slowly came to understand the ruins they were huddled in were not made by God, but by men. We are at the very beginning of the process of relearning what faith is, of understanding what the world of religious sites we have inherited mean. We must at this stage merely examine, and attempt to understand the religious heritage of Western man. We must straddle the dualistic, even contradictory nature of our faith. We must become Men of Janus who understand that Western man was both the Roman, and the Gaul. He was both the Viking, and the Templar. The Men of Janus understand that in the quest to save themselves and Western civilization, the final reckoning will be decided by how many faithful stand against the indifferent. By exploring faith, by studying religions, by re-learning spirituality we will come to know what appeals to us, which god speaks to us, and in the end – how we can escape the spiritual wasteland we find ourselves in and finally free ourselves from our fear of death and what awaits us.

Ringing the Bells of Liberty

Censorship, Google

J. C. Leyendecker The Liberty Bell, 1935

Since its inception the internet has always been a guarantor of human freedom. It is the lone unmolested, unmediated and free channel in which the endless flow of ideas and associations can take place. It is undoubtedly the greatest technological and intellectual achievement of modern times. Yet it is modernity itself that now imperils the internet and the freedom it offers. Almost daily new reports surface of websites and videos blinking silently out of existence after having been deemed hateful, offensive or dangerous by the machine minded masters of Silicon Valley. These new robber barons who did not create the internet but merely inherited it, have been brazen with their boasts about how they plan to subvert liberty. For the first time, the very apparatus of the internet has been pressganged into the service of censoring it; silencing dissenting voices and terrorising those who dare to resist.

The tools at the disposal of the new oligarchs of the internet are manifold. Through PayPal they have monopolised financial transactions and are able to destroy the livelihoods of those who publicly dissent in an instant. Through the nigh-on monopoly of Facebook, YouTube and Google they are developing weaponized algorithms to bury and conceal content that contradicts their version of the truth. And most insidiously, through their collectively applied pressure on web hosts they are seeking to deny access to the internet completely to alternative views; snuffing out opposition before it even exists. Some may be tempted to speculate that their motivations are financial – yet this is not the case. Creating an apparatus of censorship and banning potential customers is not a wealth generating exercise. Their efforts are not inspired by avarice, but by their ideological commitment to suppressing the march of traditional, patriotic and heroic thought.

Those in charge of Silicon Valley today are in mind and spirit thoroughly creatures of modernity. In just over a decade they have transformed the endless expanse of open and unregulated cyberspace into their own controlled and carefully policed fiefdom. They have no use for diversity of opinion; their overriding impulse is centralisation, uniformity and obedience. It is their desire to make their ideational hegemony so complete that the very possibility of an alternative to their totalitarian conception of the internet and of life itself seems inconceivable. Having acquired their power by parasitic and dubious means, they understand the necessity of stifling the spread of thoughts which might awaken the spirit of heroic revolution. They know that if society returned to a morally responsible state, it would not tolerate their rootless, self-serving, hedonistic and destructive agenda. We are thus not simply a threat to their money – we are a threat to their entire warped way of life.

The battle lines have now been drawn for the fight for the soul of the internet. The puppeteers of the mega corporations seek to turn the internet into nothing more than a trivial tool to manufacture passivity and consent in which no one will ever be challenged by an original idea or a controversial thought. We however, seek to remain true to the founding principle of the internet by using it as a free space for the intellectual and spiritual development of mankind. In doing so, we are marshalling a movement for the renewal of the flame of Western civilization. The battle for free speech on the internet is not peripheral to human liberty, but is in reality the most important fight of our time. The internet is the final freely accessible channel which has not fallen victim to domination by the forces of repression, manipulation and mendacity. If we lose this last frequency, we will once again be alone and atomised, unable to mount a coherent resistance to the monolith of modernity as it consumes the last vestiges of traditional life.

Ultimately however, we will not lose. The weight of the shackles that now seek to constrain collective thought has become crushing, and grows heavier each day. The burden of the enforced veneration of faux-equality and the coerced acceptance of the destruction of history has become too much for any reasonable person to bear. The system that the ignoble ideologues of Silicon Valley seek to prop up is morally bankrupt. It is undeniable that globalism and multiculturalism has not made us freer, and they cannot rectify this fact by attacking freedom even more viciously. They may have usurped control of the internet’s technological means, but they cannot program away the overriding yearning for human freedom. Every site they wish to redact speaks to this primal human impulse and reaffirms that our autocratic elites have created an inverted and unnatural world which ceases to exist once you stop believing in it. All that is necessary to see the truth of our philosophy is to come into contact with it, which is why the digital dictators are so strenuously attempting to stop that happening.

The fact is that their actions are already too late. They have launched this unprecedented campaign of repression precisely because a revolution in thought is already happening. Their inept and shameless attempts to curtail the desire for freedom with technological means will not succeed; and in ramping up their push to imprison the human faculty for thought they have alerted many others to the danger of their plans. They have tried to bar our access to the bell tower, but they were too slow. There are too many brave patriots now Ringing the Bells of Liberty, and those who hear the clarion call of freedom will never allow those bells to be silenced by our enemies.

General Lee Rides Again!

Unite The Right, Cville

All across America a great iconoclasm is happening. What started with murmurs of disapproval and the banishing of suspect symbols has become an out and out torrent of inchoate rage against collective memory. In towns and cities across the South, Confederate monuments that have stood in their silent watch for a century or more are being dismantled and removed in the dead of night by cowardly municipal councils hoping to appease the howling mob. Frustrated with the slow pace of bureaucratic vandalism, the same mob has taken it on itself to engage in vigilante vandalism to destroy these icons in broad daylight instead – literally trampling and spitting on the past with self-congratulatory abandon.  This attack on history is not new. It is simply the culmination of a process which has been on-going in Hollywood and in print for years; the psychological destruction of history has now manifested itself in the physical realm. Yet their actions which aim to show their strength, in reality show their weakness. Though they may be able to operate with seeming impunity, the factor which above all motivates them is fear. They are frightened of history itself, and its power to potentially awaken the spirit of resistance.

It is unsurprising they should accelerate their campaign to destroy history in the era of Brexit and Trump. These electoral earthquakes exposed the precariousness of their ideological hegemony and showed indisputably a hardening resistance to their agenda. But far from backing down in the face of the turning tide, they have sought to speed up their plans to sever nations from their roots by erasing the great continuous procession of the past. In their efforts to convert all to their nihilistic, relativistic and hedonistic ideology tearing down the heroes of history is essential, because the great heroes of the past through their actions prove there are objective standards to live up to. They prove that an individual can transcend circumstance, conquer adversity, and above all – resist the prevailing currents of thought. General Lee is an infuriating figure for the left, because although sullied by the supposed moral infirmity of his cause, The Marble Man who carried out his duty to the end with impeccable conduct in the face of overwhelming odds still captures the imagination of many.

They believe that by removing his likeness and attempting to erase him from history, they will extinguish his ability to awaken the will to resist in those who are seeking idols in an age of villains. It is important that they do this now, because more and more people are surveying the vulgar, vapid and morally sick nature of modernity and becoming restless and disillusioned. More and more people are realising we have chosen the wrong path, and to choose a different route we must return to where we came from – we must look back to our ancestors. In the minds of the fearful, they must stamp out the dim embers of a coherent collective mythology now, once and for all, to complete their plans for a rootless, international and meaningless world. A world in which they can guiltlessly aspire to nothing, because no man ever was better than another. A world in which no one is subjected to judgement, because they fear if they ever were, they would be found wanting.

For all their hollow espousal of tolerance, it is inconceivable to them to believe that the Confederate memorials represent in actuality the pinnacle of tolerance. They are the embodiment of a respectful reconciliation between old enemies, a graceful nod to the notion that people can fight and die on opposite sides, but in the end, come together as one to build a collective future. A nation that has the capacity to build memorials to those who disagreed violently with its fundamental ideals without rancour surely is a nation replete with tolerance. If they believe that by destroying these signifiers they can make the past simply go away, they are wrong. For every statue they topple, for every set of bones they disturb (literally in the case of Nathan Bedford Forrest), for every memorial that is melted down, they stoke the fires of resistance. By their conspicuous and reckless actions, they expose the true fundamental political and philosophical dichotomy of our time – it is not right or left, but builders and destroyers. Those who wish to preserve and grow, and those who wish to venerate random destruction and waste. They have made a catastrophic miscalculation – the history of the West is too bejewelled, too powerful, and too large to be swept away by a few fearful and jealous pygmies.

It is telling that the statue that was toppled in Durham North Carolina was not a memorial to a great general, but a humble tribute to commemorate all the nameless hundreds of thousands of Confederate soldiers who died, not for a belief in some odious economic system or grand ideology, but simply because they were inspired by a deep-seated desire to preserve their locality, their order, their way of life. In the moment that the monument simply known locally as ‘Old Joe’ was cast to the ground and set upon by a frothing mob, it was retroactively vindicated. The great mass of Confederate soldiers was roused to take up arms against their own nation exactly because they feared one day, this would happen; that the nation itself would fall into the hands of the ignorant, the fearful and foolish who sought to erase it. The vandals may have succeeded in destroying a statue, but in doing so they released the ghosts dormant within.

The boiling indignation of any true patriot at the lawless and reckless destruction of our heritage instantly created thousands more supporters of the cause of traditionalism. We may still be outnumbered, but we have something that our enemies will never have. While they live their lives wracked by self-doubt, fearful and riven by existential crisis in the meaningless world they have created, we march with thousands of years of glorious history on our side. Our path may be difficult, but every step we travel we are cheered on by the multitude of those who fought and died to make our world possible. While the destroyer can only feel strength in the mob, every one of our actions is guided by the wisdom and strength of those who came before us. When we march together, we march not only as friends and comrades standing against the tide of destruction and decay, but we march in lockstep with the tenacious columns of those Confederate soldiers who gave their lives in a heroic act of collective defiance. They may pull down Robert E. Lee, but they will not pull down Western civilization. His likeness may have vanished from many parks across the country, but that is only because – General Lee rides again!

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