The inverse and “upside down” nature of the Kali Yuga is most likely no secret to even the most recent of our followers, however the exact extent of this inversion is often only glanced over – for it is much easier to critique that which is apparent, as compared to that which pervades the eye and often conflicts with the observer’s perspective of the world and oneself. This is the case with many of supposed “spiritual aristocrats” emerging after the rapid spread of reactionary ideas in the online sphere, and is largely the fault of a dangerous mindset proposed by certain individuals, which shall not be named here – namely, the appeal to “inherently” aristocratic nature of modern adherents of the Traditional value system and the subsequent conflation of this superiority with one possessed by the true aristocracy of the past ages. The resulting confusion – narcissistic belief in one’s inherent greatness stemming from one’s ability to read hand-picked “traditional book lists” and understand practically mouth-fed information without any internal input as well as a particularly disdainful view towards those of a lower caste than they pretend to, is not hard to predict.
It took some by surprise, when I was in the Boy Scouts (before anyone ever dreamed they would allow homosexuals, if that says anything about my age), that one of the preliminary requirements for further advancement towards Eagle Scout was the demonstration of competence at – cooking! And, while some would decry this as ‘what is proper to women’, at the heart of it can be seen cultivation of the essential manly quality of self-sufficiency. Were we required to learn croque-en-bouche, or even cordon bleu? Of course not. What we were required to do was provide for ourselves and avoid being so helplessly dependent as to never attract a wife to take over domestic matters!
This principle continues to hold firm in matters of wider importance. As the head of the household to the family, so too the head of the state to the nation. Would you accept the moral authority of a ‘priest’ who had not the heart and scars of a fighter? Would you esteem a ‘fighter’ who would be starved into submission without firing a shot, for lack of ability to feed himself?
To speak of these times and the currents overwhelming them as vulgar, corrosive, अनार्य – is to perhaps waste words saying what all of us (who matter) already know. We know that we are up against the most formidable concentration of anti-initiatory entropy in the (surviving) history of this planet. We know that not only the institutions of government in what were once our countries, but the very people who used to be the bulk of our racial kin, are not merely useless in the Struggle but useful and sometimes even conscious tools of the Enemy. We know exactly what we are up against, we few who know all this – and insist upon Victory anyway.
But, my very special Readers, we are few at this stage in the Struggle. To be in possession of both the accurate Knowledge and the unyielding Will is to be one of a very few. It goes without saying that we are far outnumbered by the overtly hostile or even just passively sleeping masses – but even on the (self-declared) Right there are those of partial knowledge but without the Will to even confront what they do think that they know. From the ranks of these uninitiated ‘sages’, we tend to hear unceasingly these days of all their varied (((messiahs))).
Intro to Practical Aryan Spirituality Part II of IV – क्षत्रिय
I. When I was a young man first learning kajukembo, one of the more strictly-legal means for gaining practical experience lay in the inter-art tournaments where we could test ourselves against other schools and methods.
There were numerous karate schools, ranging from strip mall daycare laughingstocks to seriously skilled fighters. There were MMA types, ranging from overweight and overconfident fad-chasers to very practical and savvy combatants. There was one kung fu school whose students seldom failed to challenge, impress, and often humble with their technique and dedication. And there were even lessons to be learnt from the taekwondo practitioners, those entitled-seeming kata-ballerinas whose tendency for kicking very high was only matched by their tendency for being knocked out very quickly.
Intro to Practical Aryan Spirituality Part I of IV – वैश्य
I. Walking up the tidy path leading to the spacious and elegant house, I paused before the front door in the shade of an oak tree. The sun shone down and even though the grounds were expansive and open, I happened at that moment to be alone. Even as a visiting guest, I could in that serene moment feel appreciation verging on pride, as if I myself were lord of this lovely inheritance. A robin somewhere above retrieved me from reverie, and I walked up the broad stone steps to face the dark and heavy wooden doors that reached above my head.
How heavy a matter money is, when you really think about it. You can have all the ideals, fervour, and conviction in the world – even to the point of fighting a dogged guerrilla war that can seem all but doomed! But then, sober reflection sets in – and how weighed down with vulgar realism all lofty designs can seem, pinned asphyxiatingly by that most implacable Semitic god-imp: Money.
‘We have Loyalty,’ you may say – ‘but they have Money.’
‘We have Valour – but they have Money.
‘We have Truth – but they have Money.’
Night has fallen where I type this missive, and the day has seen its long train of strange pageantry pass bizarrely before my open eyes. No, I don’t mean restaurants full to the bursting with “veteran”-of-no-war snowflakes squeaking “me too!” and hoping to be thanked for their “service” while porking it up on free food. I mean the even more strange, even more tragic spectacle that speaks of this modernist holiday’s origin, and why this date of 11/11 was chosen.
Time; how much time has passed since I have last sat down to the keyboard and written our esteemed and destiny-laden Readers!
Seasons have changed. Events have unfolded. To the eyes and ears of some, observing our small corner of the front in this war, the guns have seemed to fall silent – like so many that have fallen silent, or even turned on their own people. And yet, our Work was always an uncanny one more than solely physical.
It’s a strange feeling, being over a keyboard like this after so long. Where we had once produced essays at a rate of five to seven per week, we had dropped nearly off the face of the Earth, almost instantly, and for an extended period. Yet, while our presence online has been less felt in the immediate sense (the ripples still carry forward with ever increasing fervor!), it felt necessary to get more material plans in order. Continue reading “Needing Men of Action”