"You are now souls, nothing but souls, all alone, disburdened by their bodies left to the devourers of the earth, vagabonds, if you will, in the immense day or night, but clairvoyants beyond what might be imagined."
~ Léon Bloy

Punching Right is not enough. You need to be forming trails of powder in the face of every grifter scared to say "DY-NO-MITE!" You need to be carrying a tuning fork in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other. "Grifters could be here" he thought. You need to be strutting, stalking like a pelican on the lookout for the slightest grift. "Grifters could be anywhere." You need to be checking and building the lines of powder, again and again and again, until the world becomes a storehouse. You need to be staying up all night contemplating passages and lines of attack. " I've been in this war before" he thought. You need to be maxxing death-war-mode against all vices of the lumpenindustrialist. You need to be seeing the hustle as a thousand brown suns. You need to know that the neighbourhood can never go back, and that it has always already been your neighbourhood. You need to be drinking $9 wine thinking how there is nothing tragic, nothing heroic, nothing mannerbund in the grift. You need to be thinking "I hate grifters" for eternity, and another, another, another. You need to be walking, and stalking, and casting eye-beams – – – until finally you can sleep.

Me when I rape right (intellectual Sabines capitulate under my theological ethnogenesis)

Are you preparing for pain and defeat?
You need to be.

GM

We must bear the weight of our failures for our own sake. It does no good to fool ourselves into believing we are still winners when we are not—if we were winners, why did we lose, and why do we continue to lose? If one's goal is Truth, lying to oneself can only compound the defeat.

This is essential to matters of race today. An un-truth cannot elevate a people, so denying reality guarantees nothing but continued pain for a doomed race. The question we should ask ourselves is: if our enemies are so wrong, why did they win? The answer is the painful reality we must confront.

"Greece and Rome, also, were created by this great, far-roving, culture bearing race of conquerors. In whatever part of the world it went, a different civilization was created, each of which was distinctive because it developed in tune with the environmental conditions in whatever location its history began, yet bearing unmistakable traces of its Aryan origin." - Francis Parker Yockey

Our focus is that which is beautiful across the ancient city and on the fresh frontier, that which is true flanked by a million men and when one is abandoned alone, that which is righteous inside the grandest cathedral and within the remotest domain of Pan.

The eternal return of values which apply not only in life but also in death is necessary, and necessarily so. There is no glory and honor, no transcending life and overcoming death without these universal values.

"Music is time transformed into sound."
~ Ernst Jünger

"It wasn't only a call to battle the Dagda could play upon the harp. When his warriors returned from battles, the Dagda played his harp again, yet this time the magic music soothed every wound. Men forgot their injuries and their sorrows. They let every woe vanish in the mist. As the music of healing played, the warriors thought not of suffering but of honour and of the love they had for their children and wives and for their friends lost to battle. They remembered glory. They celebrated their king." - Times Herald-Record

A king without music is no king at all; he who does not first have a song in his heart cannot have glories sung of him.

The defining feature of all great music is that it transforms a glimpse of eternity into the finite song. That is eternity not as timelessness, but what is beyond all time.

Instead of hollow aesthetics learn the Roman Virtues. If you cannot learn them all, start with one.

MOS MAIORUM - The Ways of our Ancestors

FIDES - Fidelity in words, loyalty in action, and reliability in reputation

PIETAS - Personal devotion to and honoring of God, family and homeland

RELIGIO - Respecting the relationship between the Divine and man to maintain Pax Deorum

CULTUS - Observing the rituals and the correct performance of their rites

DISCIPLINA - Dedication to practice, study, and independent thinking; living an orderly life with measured austerity

GRAVITAS - Cultivating dignity via control over one's mind and body; exercising both sincerity and severity

CONSTANTIA - Steadfastness, courage, and unshakable focus in the face of any adversity

VIRTUS - A knowledge of what is right and wrong; prudence in judgement; honor and nobility in thought and action

DIGNITAS - Maintaining a good name; commanding respect by one's honor and achievements

AUCTORITAS - The capacity to exercise rightful authority and give decisive commands as a leader; respecting and obeying those holding authority

"If one wants to hold on to the word "race", then one must understand it as the expression of the form. It shapes the type through the ethnic strata."
~ Ernst Jünger

We are very far from the old concepts of race, even what was believed in the last century has become difficult for us. One should therefore be careful in assessing the race and its struggles. What is true for father and son may be compounded a thousand times for the race as a whole. And we are a generation without fathers, what can any of us say of pater familias or the oldest traditions of race?
Today a man will prick himself with a needle, send his blood off to a lab which files and sells the data. This is the democratic man's inheritance of race, the informational race rather than the particular or universal. For better or worse, we must begin with a choice.
How many nationalists chose not to send their blood to DNA labs when there were such obvious signs of corruption in the industries? Very few, and we may see in this the weakness of blood and instinct.
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The limit of blood is that it only knows mortal combat. When there is a disease, a nihilism, that infects the blood, no amount of physical combat can fight it. It ends up in the state of a lemure wandering the earth in suffering, dead and jealous of any scraps of life. Nationalists have yet to hear of the Death of Blood and still want to turn the clock back a hundred years or a thousand, but there are several millennia of inertia behind Fate's axe. No great man even can reverse its course.

And before you decry the Death of Blood, think about how the Death of Soil passed by so quietly and without protest. The very Earth from which your blood came has been desecrated, and Gaia's revenge will surely make the rallying cry of the hottest blood seem like the wimper of a mouse before her Primordiomachy.

If the Übermensch must operate beyond good and evil, the Übervolk must operate beyond blood and soil.