Forwarded from Traditionalism & Metaphysics
Job (KJV)
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[1] Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
[2] He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
[4] Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
[22] But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
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[11] God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
[12] I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
[13] His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
[14] He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
[15] I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
[16] My face is foul with weeping, and my eyelids is the shadow of death;
[17] Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
[18] O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
[19] Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
[22] When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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[1] My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
[2] Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
[3] Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
[4] For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
[7] Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
[8] Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
[9] The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
[10] But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
[11] My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
[12] They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
[13] If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
[15] And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
[16] They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
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[10] But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
[11] My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
[12] Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
[13] But he is in one mind, and who can turn him? and what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.
[14] For he performeth the thing that is appointed for me: and many such things are with him.
[15] Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.
[16] For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
[17] Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
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[2] As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
[3] All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
[4] My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.
[5] God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.
[6] My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
14
[1] Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
[2] He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
[4] Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
[22] But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
16
[11] God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
[12] I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
[13] His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
[14] He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
[15] I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
[16] My face is foul with weeping, and my eyelids is the shadow of death;
[17] Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
[18] O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
[19] Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
[22] When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
17
[1] My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
[2] Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
[3] Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
[4] For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
[7] Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
[8] Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
[9] The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
[10] But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
[11] My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
[12] They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
[13] If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
[15] And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
[16] They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
23
[10] But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
[11] My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
[12] Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
[13] But he is in one mind, and who can turn him? and what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.
[14] For he performeth the thing that is appointed for me: and many such things are with him.
[15] Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.
[16] For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
[17] Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
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[2] As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
[3] All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
[4] My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.
[5] God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.
[6] My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
Forwarded from Actaeon Press
"The life of a national people is sharply delineated by its boundaries, sacred rivers, formidable mountains, and boundless seas, and is thus fixed in space. It is based on tradition, oriented towards a distant future and thus fixed in time. Woe to him who cuts off his own roots, he becomes a worthless human being, a parasite. To deny the past is to deny the future and disappear with the fleeting waves of the present.
But for the national man there is just as great a danger, and that is that he forgets the present. To have a tradition is to have an obligation to live up to it. A nation is not a house in which each generation, like a generation of coral, must only lay a new floor, or in which it must exist, bad and good, only in a space defined once and for all. A castle, a solid bourgeois house that, once built, seems to stand forever. But soon a new generation, driven by new needs, sees the need for a major change. Either it burns down or it collapses, and a renovated, renewed building rises on the old foundations. The facades change, every stone is replaced, but it is still the same house, in a very special sense – as far as the genealogy is concerned. So was it just a perfect Renaissance or Baroque house, did it have a design language applicable to all times? No, but what it was then is also somehow hidden in what it is today."
~ Ernst Jünger, Tradition
But for the national man there is just as great a danger, and that is that he forgets the present. To have a tradition is to have an obligation to live up to it. A nation is not a house in which each generation, like a generation of coral, must only lay a new floor, or in which it must exist, bad and good, only in a space defined once and for all. A castle, a solid bourgeois house that, once built, seems to stand forever. But soon a new generation, driven by new needs, sees the need for a major change. Either it burns down or it collapses, and a renovated, renewed building rises on the old foundations. The facades change, every stone is replaced, but it is still the same house, in a very special sense – as far as the genealogy is concerned. So was it just a perfect Renaissance or Baroque house, did it have a design language applicable to all times? No, but what it was then is also somehow hidden in what it is today."
~ Ernst Jünger, Tradition
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Forwarded from Āryāvarta ᛟ Archive
'Men are tired to disgust of money-economy. They hope for salvation from somewhere or other, for some real thing of honor and chivalry, of inward nobility, of unselfishness and duty.'
- Oswald Spengler
- Oswald Spengler
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Forwarded from Ghost of de Maistre
"Art is Hell. It was not without reason that Valery Bryusov bade the artist: 'Like Dante, your cheeks must be scorched by the flame of the underworld'. The countless circles of Hell can only be crossed without dying by a person who has a companion, a teacher and a guiding dream about She who will lead him to a place which even the teacher dares not enter."
~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒌
~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒌
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Forwarded from Ghost of de Maistre
"'Amor e cor gentil son una cosa'...
To you was unveiled, Alighieri,
The divinely revealed apotheosis
Of earthly love and temporary loss.
Flower then, o heart, sacrificial rose!
There are four of them, of the perpetrators of the mysteries;
And seven swords, at the fatal threshold,
Will pierce you, o Rosa Dolorosa!
The sacred measures have been tested,
Wisdom is justified by every word;
Whoever loves, sees death - and continues to love.
Recognize, bridegroom, the bride in the veil!
Smell sweet, love, in a crown of thorns!
The bee will fly down to gather what you have created."
~ 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒙 𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝒃𝒚 𝑽𝒚𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒗 𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒗
To you was unveiled, Alighieri,
The divinely revealed apotheosis
Of earthly love and temporary loss.
Flower then, o heart, sacrificial rose!
There are four of them, of the perpetrators of the mysteries;
And seven swords, at the fatal threshold,
Will pierce you, o Rosa Dolorosa!
The sacred measures have been tested,
Wisdom is justified by every word;
Whoever loves, sees death - and continues to love.
Recognize, bridegroom, the bride in the veil!
Smell sweet, love, in a crown of thorns!
The bee will fly down to gather what you have created."
~ 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒙 𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝒃𝒚 𝑽𝒚𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒗 𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒗
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Forwarded from GALLIA DAILY | Voice of France
Decline is an old temptation of the European soul, the dark side of its tragic courage. In spite of the sun of Attica, Hesiod had already whispered the song of the twilight, before the bards took it back under the grey sky of the old Germania and the Celtic countries.
It was this song that haunted Master Robert Wace, in his island of Jersey, one day as he traced on parchment the first lines of his Roman de Rou, in the middle of the 12th century:
«All things hasten to decay
All fall, all perish, all come to an end
Man dieth, iron consumeth, wood decayeth
Towers crumble, strong walls fall down, the rose withereth away...»
Certainly. But also, all things come back, they are reborn, they live again. Children are born and succeed to fathers.
And even if some generations would be forgetful and unfaithful, without them knowing it, through them life is transmitted and with it, a part of the heritage that other generations eager to return to the sources of the kingdom, beyond time, will find later on.
📖 History and Traditions of Europeans — Dominique Venner, 2002
It was this song that haunted Master Robert Wace, in his island of Jersey, one day as he traced on parchment the first lines of his Roman de Rou, in the middle of the 12th century:
«All things hasten to decay
All fall, all perish, all come to an end
Man dieth, iron consumeth, wood decayeth
Towers crumble, strong walls fall down, the rose withereth away...»
Certainly. But also, all things come back, they are reborn, they live again. Children are born and succeed to fathers.
And even if some generations would be forgetful and unfaithful, without them knowing it, through them life is transmitted and with it, a part of the heritage that other generations eager to return to the sources of the kingdom, beyond time, will find later on.
📖 History and Traditions of Europeans — Dominique Venner, 2002
Forwarded from Orphic Inscendence (Naida)
“God desires that man should be. God does not wish to be alone. The meaning of existence is the conquest of loneliness, the acquisition of kinship and nearness.”
― Nikolai A. Berdyaev
― Nikolai A. Berdyaev
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Forwarded from Der Schattige Wald 🇬🇱
"With Beethoven, the tendency towards German loneliness began to improve. Since the instruments started talking, people have stopped talking; a silent, musical people."
~ Carl Schmitt
~ Carl Schmitt
This video says everything we feel should be said about the current event.
https://youtu.be/NWScCyugKhA
https://youtu.be/NWScCyugKhA
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Forwarded from Ghost of de Maistre
“A man’s reaction to Monarchy is a kind of test. Monarchy can easily be ‘debunked;' but watch the faces, mark the accents of the debunkers. These are the men whose tap-root in Eden has been cut: whom no rumour of the polyphony, the dance, can reach - men to whom pebbles laid in a row are more beautiful than an arch. Yet even if they desire equality, they cannot reach it. Where men are forbidden to honour a king they honour millionaires, athletes or film-stars instead: even famous prostitutes or gangsters. For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.” - C.S. Lewis, “'Equality', Present Concerns"
Forwarded from Matt Parrott
It's no secret that monarchs have been reduced to symbolic and ceremonial icons in today's Europe. And that's the only level on which they are relevant in public life.
And what do they symbolize in the hearts of millions? They represent sovereignty, identity, patriotic solidarity, tribal loyalty, and an organic and socially accountable relationship with the state and its institutions; all of which have no place in our alienated, deracinated, and technocratic modern western world.
And what do they symbolize in the hearts of millions? They represent sovereignty, identity, patriotic solidarity, tribal loyalty, and an organic and socially accountable relationship with the state and its institutions; all of which have no place in our alienated, deracinated, and technocratic modern western world.