"Baader compares God to an alchemist who uses a receptacle (the creature) to prepare the Tincture that he needs (His Son). According to Baader, the alchemist does not dispose of the receptacle once the work is finished. In the magnanimity of his joy before the completed task, he confers upon this receptacle the Tincture of eternal life."

- 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑾𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑬𝒔𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒓𝒆

"Thus philosophy, a thing of the highest utility, flourished in antiquity among the barbarians, shedding its light over the nations. And afterwards it came to Greece. First in its ranks were the prophets of the Egyptians; and the Chaldeans among the Assyrians; and the Druids among the Gauls; and the Sramanas among the Bactrians ("Σαρμαναίοι Βάκτρων"); and the philosophers of the Celts; and the Magi of the Persians, who foretold the Saviour's birth, and came into the land of Judaea guided by a star. The Indian gymnosophists are also in the number, and the other barbarian philosophers. And of these there are two classes, some of them called Sramanas ("Σαρμάναι"), and others Brahmins ("Βραχμάναι")."

Clement of Alexandria, Stromata

Within the philosopher, the Great Work mirrors God's great act of Creation.

That 9/11 this year would fall on a sunday is of course very auspicious given that a sunday is of course and end, much like 9/11 represents an end. But paradox of paradoxes! An end is also a beginning, Janus has two faces after all, and so, given that the monarch of the previous world dominion has died just a few days ago, we must admit that the omens are either very terrible indeed, or alternatively cause for a healthy sense of optimism. Either way, whatever happens it is Fortunas doing or Gods will, maybe both.

Via Evolae will now maintain radio silence until tomorrow afternoon. Be that as it may, we want to wish a good afternoon too you all and a pleasant eveing on this eventful day. God be with you all.

NOW - Royal guard at the Queen's coffin has collapsed.

@disclosetv

It would seem the omens are not of the fortunate sort.

How at the Castle of Corbin a Maiden Bare in the Sangreal and Foretold the Achievements of Galahad" from Alfred Pollard's The Romance of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table, 1917 (colour litho) by Arthur Rackham

The destruction of the middle class, as any student of the ancient Athenian democracy will tell us, represents a possible ressurgance of the superior order, at the same time as it represents a danger in that the masses may instead put their son of whores on the vacant, crumbling throne. The crubing of the middle class represents a requirement for the defeat of the democratic project, while we again have to always under stand that this crubing of the rights of many is directly in favour of the total Right of the one, or perhaps even the total Right in and of itself.

Look to those countries who today wish to be or even are Democracies. The first instinct of the Democrat has always been to create a vast and Epimethean middle class, a large and collectively powerful but also stupid mass who prevert, who rape the notion of wealth, power, knowledge and who merely exploit the notion of "citizenship".

"What is a prohibitionist? Someone who is no longer European and, feeling that he himself no longer has the right to drink wine, wants to ban everyone else from drinking wine in order to destroy the Sacred."

- Carl Schmitt

Wine is sacred and best paired with like. In times where one's blood is not being offered, figuratively or literally, one's wine is a fine libation to honor the gods. Upon the sacrificed animal the blood and aqua vitae become one; god and man are united in ritual.

"But when they were come to the place that Achilles had appointed unto them, they set down the dead, and swiftly heaped up for him abundant store of wood. Then again swift-footed goodly Achilles took other counsel; he took his stand apart from the fire and shore off a golden lock, the rich growth whereof he had nursed for the river Spercheüs, and his heart mightily moved, he spake, with a look over the wine-dark sea: 'Spercheüs, to no purpose did my father Peleus vow to thee that when I had come home thither to my dear native land, I would shear my hair to thee and offer a holy hecatomb, and on the selfsame spot would sacrifice fifty rams, males without blemish, into thy waters, where is thy demesne and thy fragrant altar. So vowed that old man, but thou didst not fulfill for him his desire. Now, therefore, seeing I go not home to my dear native land, I would fain give unto the warrior Patroclus this lock to fare with him.' He spake and set the lock in the hands of his dear comrade, and in them all aroused the desire of lament. And now would the light of the sun have gone down upon their weeping, had not Achilles drawn nigh to Agamemnon's side and said: 'Son of Atreus—for to thy words as to those of none other will the host of the Achaeans give heed—of lamenting they may verily take their fill, but for this present disperse them from the pyre, and bid them make ready their meal; for all things here we to whom the dead is nearest and dearest will take due care; and with us let the chieftains also abide.'"

- The Iliad Book 23 138-160

"Straightway they drove off the best of the kine [cattle] of Helios from near at hand, for not far from the dark-prowed ship were grazing the fair, sleek kine, broad of brow. Around these, then, they stood and made prayer to the gods, plucking the tender leaves from off a high-crested oak; for they had no white barley on board the well-benched ship. Now when they had prayed and had cut the throats of the kine and flayed them, they cut out the thigh-pieces and covered them with a double layer of fat and laid raw flesh upon them. They had no wine to pour over the blazing sacrifice, but they made libations with water, and roasted all the entrails over the fire. Now when the thighs were wholly burned and they had tasted the inner parts, they cut up the rest and spitted it.

Then it was that sweet sleep fled from my eyelids, and I went my way to the swift ship and the shore of the sea. But when, as I went, I drew near to the curved ship, then verily the hot savour of the fat was wafted about me, and I groaned and cried aloud to the immortal gods: 'Father Zeus and ye other blessed gods that are for ever, verily it was for my ruin that ye lulled me in pitiless sleep, while my comrades remaining behind have contrived a monstrous deed.’

Swiftly then to Helios Hyperion came Lampetie of the long robes, bearing tidings that we had slain his kine; and straightway he spoke among the immortals, wroth at heart: 'Father Zeus and ye other blessed gods that are for ever, take vengeance now on the comrades of Odysseus, son of Laertes, who have insolently slain my kine, in which I ever took delight, when I went toward the starry heaven and when I turned back again to earth from heaven. If they do not pay me fit atonement for the kine I will go down to Hades and shine among the dead.’

Then Zeus, the cloud-gatherer, answered him and said: ‘Helios, do thou verily shine on among the immortals and among mortal men upon the earth, the giver of grain. As for these men I will soon smite their swift ship with my bright thunder-bolt, and shatter it to pieces in the midst of the wine-dark sea.’ This I heard from fair-haired Calypso, and she said that she herself had heard it from the messenger Hermes. But when I had come down to the ship and to the sea I upbraided my men, coming up to each in turn, but we could find no remedy—the kine were already dead. For my men, then, the gods straightway shewed forth portents. The hides crawled, the flesh, both roast and raw, bellowed upon the spits, and there was a lowing as of kine."

- The Odyssey Book 12 354-396

All the ancient statues we find that are now blank were once brightly painted. Archaeologists recreate their colors by analyzing the traces of pigment still left on the stones that had gone unnoticed until the last couple of decades.

The classicist and neo-classicist use of blank white sculpture illuminates the degenerative state of the Renaissance on the whole. Reactionism aside, the blank lifeless form is just that: art devoid of its original life. The bare marble is attractive for its exquisite workings done by masterful technique; in proper humanist form the artist is prioritized over the art. What the sculptural form sets up, how it is decorated upon, and where and how it stands all make up what the sculpture truly is. To remove the classical sculptures from those contexts is to remove exactly what makes them classical. Thus the 'revival' of the classical seen in the Renaissance is really its death.

New Video
An interview with Richard Robinson on a work he published, The Soul of Napoleon

https://youtu.be/hlwSZt0CRL4