“As I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.“
Black Elk
As I voyage through this world, I take note that an important requirement has developed. Something that I will expound upon later.
Like many in this community I primarily seek to express the modern affectation of the acute paucity of spirit and body of those trapped within this form of modernity, and of course furnish myself and those with enough of “the stuff” with the remedy. Our type of modernity, with it’s attack dog progressivism, heaps unanswered violence upon the servile and sleeping mass bugman whom in his slumber, lacking context and courage, is simply unable to retaliate. He is overcome with either hopelessness or delusion or both. Is there some way out of this? I contend the answer is yes, though I know now this remedy does not lie in words or philosophy, though they remain integral.
I see sloped, sad figures primarily propagate in this world dutifully doing what they are bred or told they must do; the insectoid classes; the last men completely devoid of vitality. A creature being bred by those parasitic psychopaths that live upon the hoi polloi .
Amongst the most offensive and destructive of their habits is that of turning disease, their weakness and inertia of spirit into a virtue by the necessity of the gaping nihilistic chasm that exists in place of their spirit. Their leaders are visibly rigid and present themselves without any sense of organic vitality; they exist merely as repugnant wax figures and truly the people have the leadership they deserve projecting their own rigidity and pettiness upon the parasitic “elite”. Consuming the polemics of this so called elite (or their lackey class) on leadership, virtue and meaning, amongst many other empty catechisms that are thrown around aimlessly yet quite deliberately.
Parasites that feast upon the wasted energies of youth as they thrust them into frenzied wars for profit, setting a faustian bargain that their desire for knowledge and idealism should be necessarily transmuted into the self-becoming of the consumerist debt battery. Finally, of course, selling this last man their wares in a market place of indulgences, products of false hope and profit for material salvation. Harry Oldmeadow has surmised most effectively the shortcomings of modernity and it’s cancerous growths:
“the Somme, Auschwitz, Hiroshima, serial killers, the Gulag, Chernobyl, 50 million-plus refugees worldwide today, environmental devastation, terrorism, Pol Pot, Bhopal, pornography as global mega-business, chemical and biological weapons. Nonetheless, the idea of Progress is one of the most potent shibboleths of modernity. It comes dressed in many alluring guises, often hand-in-hand with its shady accomplice, evolutionism, and finds applications in many fields. So pervasive is this idea in the modern climate, so much taken for granted, that it has become almost invisible — rather like the smog to which urban dwellers become inured. No doubt the unprecedented barbarisms of the 20th century have caused some disenchantment but the tenacity of the idea is remarkable. “Progress” has a long and sordid pedigree in Western thought, and many brutalities and infamies have been justified in its name. To mention just one we might adduce the extirpation of the nomadic cultures, one of the most appalling vandalisms of the last few centuries: Cain’s murder of Abel repeats itself on a vast scale. The idea of Progress is modernity’s siren song, luring the ways of the past to their destruction. But it is not my purpose tonight to unravel this dark history, nor to analyze the ways in which the pseudo-myth of Progress contaminates almost all aspects of modern thought. In the first instance, I want to focus on an idea which stands at radical odds with it: “Tradition”.”
Harry Oldmeadow
It seems to be though these mechanisms that the urge to create and live a joyful life is nullified in the youth. Ubiquitous decadence and powerful language play effectively create a thick shroud of black smoke, blanketing from site all primordial urges towards the pursuit of space and of freedom and the consequent expression of internal vitality – the urge to create. In essence the game has been rigged.
Instead the potentially powerful youth are inducted into something of a sleep induced fugue and a searing masochism of spirit while the old and crooked, those of contorted spirit feast upon the vitality of a neutered though potentially powerful youth. This exquisite machinery of control is most effective in young men whom within hold the greatest potential for spiritual and physical renewal.
Academia has become a centre for mere ideological hegemonisation. No longer do the learned and superior of mind seek to uncover the majesty of creation and to understand it. Instead these are now the institutions of the inferior of mind, who seek now to subvert and and conceal truth. Whom insist on certainty in place of wonderment, whom seek progress and the thwart the universal creative cycles of destruction and rebirth.
There are obvious consequences in having ideas about ideas about ideas – and that’s what academia has become frankly. Inevitably leading to a clouding of the obvious truths of life. Many have become so hopelessly enamoured in suspect progressivist Utopianism that obvious statements or honest investigations of biology are seen as heretical. Differences that should be celebrated are covered up by the intolerance of the masses.
There is one thing I have become, more than anything else, extremely sceptical of. And that is of the individual that sells utopias. There is a danger in the human beings capacity for language and symbol use, and this will be a large component of the information presented here.
Thus Academia has become a facility for thwarting the youth’s natural vitality and desire to participate in creation. This purpose is now inverted.
This being said, woe be to the man who dare to point these things out and awaken them from their deep slumber. For it is in this powerful sleep that a state of existential terror is covered and that the prima facie of progress emerges; the end of history in which cycles have ceased. For it appears that it in the cutting away of the deadwood is a process most feared by the mass man. It is obvious to our clique that all has it’s origin, birth, maturity and death. This process should be seen as a happy and necessary one. It is no black pill, mirabile dictu it is the opposite.
Certainly for the mass man and his obsession with progress is very succinctly criticised by Terry Pratchett when he quipped “progress just means bad things happen faster” and it would be difficult to find a more relevant situation than that of the Australian bushfires in the present day to betray this sentiment. I would like to use this a prism to further elaborate on what I mean.
During the bushfires I took note of an interesting exhibition of what I consider a progressive outlook, or a progressivist mentality. I don’t of course say this to belittle the actual physical impacts of these events, quite the opposite in fact.
Aside from the physical mechanisms that lead to fires, for me the most interesting element was to observe the mental frame work of the average man. I present the following examples not as an argumentation on climate science but as an observation of the kind of contemporary mentality of modernity; that is to psychologicalise the way the MSM and general population were reacting a natural process. A process that flora and fauna have literally adapted to from an evolutionary perspective one of the hottest and also the direst continent on earth over the last howveer-many-millions of year. The wandering gene matrices endemic to this continent were literally selected to survive in cycles of fire.
For those with eyes to see many of these themes played out in the public space in dramatic fashion for it was the wise Facebook bugman who would knowingly comment that “The great satan, co2 is inverting our progress” or in “in order to progress we must cease creating co2”. Graphs flew around the internet showing how the world had been getting hotter over the last 100 years (as if a century matters on geological timescales) and was apparently commensurate with the spectre of carbon dioxide “pollution”. It was the driest year on record , apparently. All at once, everyone became an expert and yet I would question how many casteth a critical eye on any information act all.
Look! They screeched, you are destroying my future! Can you not see my graph! All those who suggested otherwise should be sacrificed on the political altar to and idea of progressivism and the fight for material perfectionism. co2 is simply stunting our ability to reach the prefect state of existential grace – the end state of political and environmental perfection.
It is no secret that progressivist politics and these kind of moral panics often to go hand in hand. And yet, it is also on the altar of progressivism that some of the severest and greatest crimes against native peoples around the world, the once rich an interesting spread of human bio-diversity language and culture and of course real destruction of our environment of toxins and pollutants have been conducted. And yet with these pretty lies the mass man remains asleep in his slumber available to be directed to murder at the click of a finger.
Of course, when seen from the perspective of proper climatology and long sweeping time scales this is a great time to be alive from a climactic perspective. In fact one with even an entirely “pedestrian IQ” (as BAP succinctly described one such individual) would really only need to view the last 13,000 years of data to conclude that natural cycles of cosmic catastrophism dwarf any tenuously understood human contribution of carbon dioxide, with climactic and environmental changes that would end our civilisation occurring within timeframes of a few decades in the melt-water pulse events during the younger Dryas event as one powerful and recent example. There was no industrial production at this time. But facts like this do not seem to form part of the discussion. This is my essential point, ideas about ideas have developed into an inevitable end state, a kind of degenerated religio-moralistic outlook. Rationalism and skepticism have effectively been supplanted by the instinct and fear of the mass of mankind. Ideas about ideas about ideas are now more important than true knowledge and understanding and the possibility of real transcendence. These understandings would threaten the worldview of the progressive for they are heading hurtling towards utopianism.
I believe the term “the science is settled” is yet another sinister protuberance of the progressivist worldview. This statement is akin to saying “my worldview is settled” or that “we know everything” or “history has ended”. This is a very dangerous statement, and harkens back to my previous point. It is an explicit statement by the sanctified academic class that nothing that nothing may change the status quo, that no new context may be created and replace the old. That the old wood would persist, and new growth will be snuffed out and destroyed. Weirdly enough, the fires and there causes served as a kind of metaphor for the styles of thinking these individuals possess. In the word of Richard Feynman:
“Science is the belief in the ignorance of the experts.”
We should always keep this in the back of our heads no matter out station.
“There is a danger in the human beings capacity for language and symbol use, and this will be a large component of the information presented here.”
I found the whole mentality surrounding these events to be fascinating. A caveat to these statements, I in no way do I discount ecology or environmentalism in fact quite the opposite. I would be considered more of an extremist than most of these people. I love life, I love it beyond humanity and the expression of nature in its most diverse and vibrant context pleases me in no small degree.
It showed to me there is undoubtedly a great fear in their hearts. It showed to me a lack of historical vision that is certainly open to them with even a rudimentary google search.
Even more interesting is that the people that should know better, that are supposedly well educated are often the most prone to this progressivist panic; as the fires burned away the deadwood in overgrown forests (ironically of course a process that had been exacerbated by their desire to prevent this cyclicly process in previous decades) they still attempted to march progressively towards the stability of their coveted heavenly Utopia. How amusing that this class that espouses atheistic outlooks should retain such an intrinsic dogmatism. It was no more apparent than in the shrill, inherently feminine, squawking righteousness conveyed in media and online.
An expression of existential fear. A fear of a transformative fire.
There is an inherent terror in the heart of the hoi polloi, I myself believe it comes from a sense of desperation, those times in which mankind while enthralled in his greatest moments of terror concocted explanations the show us that any explanation is better than none at all.
Perhaps in our own context the mechanistic machine-like slaughter of last centuries world wars, the wholesale slaughter of progressivist communist regimes, it is hard to understand how modern man continues to prefer unworldly or supernatural explanations and ideas. And yet as if there is some inbuilt mechanism for delusion he does just this. Some mechanism the prevents us from reaching out to the furthest reaches of transcendence. Is this sinister?
Facing the truth of his situation is the last thing he wishes to do for he need only look into the mirror if he wishes to confront the source of this abyssal nihilism.
Much has been spoken lately of the solar. They the a principle that is active and superior in the scope of spirit that it symbolises. The prima materia that made some of the cultural milieus of antiquity legendary in their vital expression of the human spirit. I believe it was the closeness to the primordial instinctual drives and their grasp for space and dynamic creation that was the source of their true elitism. One can easily glean from many of their writings that there existed no great gulf between them and the organic, a joyousness inherent to their character exudes in their words. We can scarcely recognise them as the same species. Now it seems women select for safety. Did they always?
And if I was able to summarise the crux of our problem I could do not better than the say that we inherit and have actively chosen to face a transvaluation of these values as Nietzsche would put it. The last man in his commonness and fear cannot bear to face the potential virility of this essentially aristocratic dignity. As Christopher Hyatt would say to reclaim his virtue and become a man of “blood, fire and sword”.
“Everything becomes nothing under our fingertips at every moment”
Arthur Schopenhauer
It was Fritjof Schuon whom divined in the book The Feathered Sun that “The writer of these lines knows that the present world will come to an end, in a future which is not far off.” And like Schuon it has become apparent to me that we are rapidly departing from civilisational maturity, and that probably we are now inhabiting a kind of decadent dark ages speeding along the highway the the stage of decay.
I firmly believe then that a new spirit must take hold in western man. The fires must be stoked and allowed to burn as they must and the canopy of old growth must be destroyed so the new shoots can be nourished by the sun. And yet the old must nourish us. This regenerative process must be sustained at all costs; it is in my view all that truly matters right now.
So what is the point of this blog and polemic?
Simply put I have learned many lessons and wasted much time on various wrongful outlooks. This is as a result of powerful propaganda imparted on me by the progressives as a youth as well as those around me who raised me. For what it’s worth I wish to impart powerful techniques and valuable context to young men whom as we have described are involved in a rigged game. Much of this view has become organic and difficult to break free of.
I am therefore positive in my outlook and remain convinced that we can set the stage for stronger types to emerge.
It is imperative that we prepare the way for the man of the future.
Part of the obsession of modern man is obfuscation and rhetorical word play. The information on this blog will rarely if ever engage in useless wordplay. I am not a creative writer (or a good writer for that matter) nor do I profess to be one. It is in this space that I wish to provide techniques from the ancients that modern individuals must use to reconnect to their primordial essence.
This is achieved through engagement with the body.
These are techniques I have experimented with and used to great effect, however I am older now. Their real value can be fully realised by the male youth, the new generation. The ones that can break free of this spell of binary and false context.
My proposition is that it must be through the body and through the acknowledgment and integration of sensation and of breath that this is achieved. How many of us can tolerate being in our bodies? Masochism and associated neurotic desires of all kinds are so common precisely for this reason, we are not able to truly feel. This lies at the root of our problems.
Many different ancient cultures were not disconnected from their spirit as we are.
An acknowledgement of now must be undertaken and to achieve this the individual must learn to exist presently, away from the limiting constructs in which we all have a proclivity to indulge.
It is through the body that this is achieved, not cheap word games or absurd online arguments. One of the most frustrating elements I have noticed is commentaries and judgmental tirades that implicitly indicate the author believes that his words matter; that what he thinks matters. The mental frame of resentement is ubiquitous in the community, ironically so since many so viciously attack “the other side” for possessing this very mental attitude. Words truly have very clandestine purposes, when you think about it.
I contend that it is not through the reengagement with the stultified rigidities of prior Western cultural and religious dogma and neo-puritanism that this new man should attempt to proceed. I note many in this space do however, it is not my place to question them however I nevertheless reject this standard.
To borrow from Alan Watts, it is not the wake the propels the boat forwards. The vessel has already passed this point on the ocean. The person whom undergoes this process has one primary responsibility – to take what is of value from the past and discard that which is of no value to their own context.
It is par for the course then that many will choose to stay within their comfortable mental frameworks and continue to talk, verbalise, engage in what I would describe as “distasteful comfortable stupidity” and worthless argument and nothing will be achieved other than a kind of defective eco-chamber in which immature and pathetic men will self-validate their coarseness with one another. This blog is not for people like this.
I am certain there is no way to “think your way out of something” and what I have noticed that we tend to do a lot of talking and in the end very little is achieved. It should be a deliberate strategy therefore, rather like in Zen philosophy, that one should foster a mentality of having a disciplined approach to speaking and thought. These should be viewed as powerful vices that should be engaged in carefully.
The purpose of techniques that will be presented therefore are all rather simple, that is to leave the comforts of mental construct behind and focus on the body, in flexibility, health, physicality and rigid discipline of the senses and how one can go about effectively achieving this, and of course always with a sense of good humour. We should engage and learn from one another.
“Our religion, therefore, for the people, is the Cult of the Sun, who is our particular star of the Body of Nuit, from whom, in the strictest scientific sense, come this earth, a chilled spark of Him, and all our Light and Life. His vice-regent and representative in the animal kingdom is His cognate symbol the Phallus, representing love and liberty. Ra-Hoor-Khuit, like all true Gods is therefore a solar phallic deity…All those acts that excite the divine in man are proper to the rite of invocation. Religion, as understood by the vile Puritan, is the very opposite of all this. He – it – seems to wish to kill his – its – soul by forbidding every expression of it, and every practice that which might awaken it to expression.”
Alistair Crowley, AL.
I wish to create and engage a community that focuses almost entirely on practical techniques, a community that fosters an elitist, rigid disciplinarian approach to taming neurotic fixations to the things that apparently matter most in this world – money, family life, general egocentrism and of course sex. To assist assist in my own small way, so that a volcanic-virility might erupt into the world at sometime in the future from the foundation work that we lay.
As I write this I do not pretend to come from this position of superiority, for we were all propagated from and exist within a fallen world. I suffer the same trite commonness and irritating weakness of spirit as anyone else. Truly we are inheritors and products of a sick world and it seems to be the case the we pay off some old debts and incur some new ones along the way. Finally, the way is not open to all; in fact in an age of terminal degeneration I would say even those whom possess even strongest stomach might have trouble holding their frame when honestly facing their lot.
My only suggestion would be to ditch any sense of false tenacity and acknowledge what you really are with virility. It is from this position that there is come hope that you will achieve some intensity of transcendence.
I would finish with a quote that perfectly surmises that elusive spirit if which we should seek to recapture:
“The traditional Indian was one of the freest men that can be imagined, and at the same time one of the most bound: the vast prairie, the forests, the mountains belonged to him; practically speaking, his vital space knew no limits; yet at no moment could he depart from his religious universe and the role which this imposed on him”“
Fritjof Schuon