Cambria Will Not Yield

Friday, February 26, 2010

The Lay of the European Minstrel

“The way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old;”

When I worked in academia, I unfortunately had to listen to the views of academics on a daily basis. Thankfully since leaving academia I have been able to limit my conversations with that strange species. Recently, however, I came into contact with an academic. The subject of global warming came up, and I made an irreverent remark about it. The academic’s response was immediate and solemn: “Global warming is a proven fact.”

Has it come to this? Do such banalities as ‘global warming’ represent the faith of the European? Yes, tragically, such banalities as global warming and such obscenities as the worship of the ‘noble black savage’ do constitute the faith of the European. And it is useless to challenge the false premises behind the global warming assertion or behind the cult of the noble black savage. Both are statements of faith, and from the liberals’ point of view it stands upon them to defend, not to debate. And why should the liberals debate their faith? They hold the field; it would be foolish to yield one inch of it to their enemies.

The faith of the white man before the new nature faith, which will serve as a description for the global warming/black savage faith, was Christianity. Even the neo-pagan who hates Christianity must acknowledge that Christianity was the faith of the antique Europeans. Why the shift to the nature faith?

When I was in grade school, the teachers taught us a short song about Columbus. The part I remember runs,
“The World is round, Columbus said,
Oh, no, oh, no, the people cried,
It’s flat as it can be!”
Of course our teachers pointed out that Columbus wasn’t the only man who knew the earth was round, but he was the first man to venture forth to prove that it was. And after Columbus’s voyage, the European people, by and large, believed Columbus. Belief in the flatness of the world had formerly been believed to be just commonsense and belief in the roundness of the world lunacy. After Columbus the reverse was true.

The first apostles were the Columbuses of the faith. They were presented, in the person of Jesus Christ, with a faith that went against the commonly held beliefs of the rest of mankind. They took the most dangerous voyage of all to ascertain the truth of Christ’s claims; the voyage to the depths of the human heart. And there those heroes of the faith found the truth about God. When they proclaimed that truth to the world, only one group of people, the Europeans, believed them. The colored races clung to their polytheistic nature gods. To use the Columbus analogy, the coloreds remained flat-earthers. When, in the later half of the 20th century, the Europeans returned to the gods of nature, they too became flat-earthers.

The European is on the horns of a dilemma. He wants to be just like the natural black savage, but he cannot be just like him because he has too many years of Christianity in his blood. So he forsakes his blood and takes refuge in his mind. If he can’t be a black man, he can at least worship the black man with a pure, idealized love while building a world free of global warming for a future generation, which he hopes will be black and brown. The pragmatically minded neo-pagan can point out the impracticality of racial suicide to the white liberal from now till doomsday, and his warning will go unheeded. The liberal is in love with the black man, and love is blind.

And what are we to make of the neo-pagan building his own godless Tower of the Übermensch beside the liberals’ new Tower of Babel? What can we make of him other than an enemy? He is against the God of our race, and he is the harbinger of suicidal despair. In a loud and aggressive voice, he proclaims that Christ be not risen. With such creatures there can be no compromise, no pact, no agreement to disagree; for how can we form an honorable alliance with an ally who renounces the source of all honor?

The honor of the European is all and all. When everything else is stripped away, the European must look to the honor code he holds in his heart as a result of his incorporate union with Christ. Walter Scott repeatedly comes back to the theme of honor. A Christian hero doesn’t have to be smarter than the heathen, or even stronger than the heathen, but he must be more honorable than the heathen. Conscious that his honor is linked to His sacred heart, the Christian hero never acts outside of the code, as St. Paul articulated in 1st Corinthians 13.

What Satan came to realize was that it was not necessary to destroy church organizations in order to kill Christianity. It was only necessary to destroy the European by subverting his honor code. Charity flows from the heart of a man who feels connected to his God, his kith and his kin by ties of blood. If ties of blood become unacceptable to the intelligent, enlightened mind, the honor code which stemmed from those ties of blood dies.

The liberals with their instinctive desire to suppress the good and support evil always attack the Europeans who championed the code. Mark Twain, for instance, author of one good novel and countless heaps of trash, quite correctly, from a liberal standpoint, condemned Walter Scott as the most pernicious, insidiously evil influence of his time. To a Satanist like Twain, a man like Walter Scott, the soul of honor and the foremost champion of the code, was a dangerous lunatic.

If we move forward in time and look at the Western movies from 1930 to 1960, we can see, once again, the liberals’ hatred of the code. In the Westerns of that time period so despised by the liberals, evil is not to be found in one particular race; it is to be found in the men who know the code and willingly violate it in order to achieve their own selfish ends. The bad guys in the old Westerns are today’s good guys, the liberals and the barbarians of color. The only Western to be awarded an Oscar, Clint Eastwood’s The Unforgiven, was a Western that proclaimed there never was a distinct honor code which the white man held close to his heart and defended against Satan and his minions. “There was no honor code because there is no God,” is the liberals’ true belief.

Choose what hero you will, the medieval knight, the Scottish clansman, the English grenadier, or the Western cowboy; they are all white men and they all faithfully adhere to the code. They are men of honor, because they see life “feelingly.” Our Lord taught men to see life from inside, which is why the Europeans who followed Christ created a world completely different from the non-European worlds. Certainly the vision was through a glass darkly, but in that dark glass the European saw the son of God crucified, dead, and buried, and on the third day rise again from the dead. How can such a vision fail to produce men with hearts of fire? That is a difficult question to answer, but we do know that the European is no longer inspired by the vision of Christ crucified, Christ risen, as his European ancestors were. Could it be that the modern European doesn’t see what his ancestors saw because the modern European doesn’t see life feelingly? Gloucester certainly didn’t see life feelingly until he was forced to endure incredible suffering. Has the fear of suffering then made the white man forsake his race and the God of his race? I know how Walter Scott, the soul of honor, would answer that question.

Scott would tell us a tale of an aged minstrel, who once, in his youth, chose the path lined with soft linen and golden finery, only to find himself, at the path’s end, chained to a dungeon wall and forced to endure torture and deprivation. Then after years of suffering, a hero appeared. The hero broke the chains that bound the minstrel, led him out of the dungeon into the light, and guided the minstrel back to the path he had originally rejected in favor of the silken, golden path.

“This path is steep and often covered with rocks and thorns, but if you follow it to the end you will find yourself in the sacred woods.” The hero’s voice was gentle and his eyes were kind, and because he had rescued the minstrel from the dungeon the minstrel took the path he had once rejected.

The path was thorny and rocky, but the minstrel remembered the gentleness of the hero’s voice and the promise he had made, so he persevered. And finally at the path’s end he saw three crosses. On each cross hung a man, and in the center was the hero. The minstrel went to the foot of the cross and looked up. Suffering had not altered the look in the hero’s eyes. They were filled with a compassion that set the minstrel’s heart on fire. He threw himself at the foot of the cross and wept. When he finally raised his head, the cross was gone and only the hero remained, with the same compassion in his eyes that set a man’s heart on fire, and now with something else in his eyes as well. The minstrel saw exaltation in those compassionate eyes. It was not the exaltation of vainglory but the exaltation of a knight who has faced a dragon for the sake of his beloved and has conquered the dragon.

Many years have passed and the young minstrel is now an old minstrel. For more than sixty years he has gone throughout the world, telling, through his harp, the tale of the Hero. Some laugh at him and send him on his way. Others scorn him and mistreat him. But a few, the Europeans, weep and believe. +

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Cultural Atheists

“Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.” – Prov. 4:23

I once attended a small community Bible class. The unusual thing about the class was that all the members were believing Christians; they believed in Adam and Eve and the authenticity of the Old Testament, as well as in the ultimate truth of the New Testament. But the sad aspect of the class was that all the members were Christian-culture atheists. By that I mean that they saw no connection between Christianity and the Europe of the past, and they saw no connection between modern irreligion and the modern secular European culture. To them culture was permanently neutral. It was simply culture; it was just there, like the sun and the moon. To me however, every page of the Bible was reinforced by some verse or story from a European author. For instance, when Abraham wrestled with the problem of believing God’s promises when circumstances gave no indication that divine aid was coming –
And God said unto Abraham, As for Sarai they wife, thou shalt not call her name Sarai, but Sarah shall her name be. And I will bless her, and give thee a son also of her: yea, I will bless her, and she shall be a mother of nations; kings of people shall be of her. Then Abraham fell upon his face, and laughed, and said in his heart, Shall a child be born unto him that is a hundred years old? and shall Sarah, that is ninety years old, bear?
-- it reminded me of Tirian in The Last Battle:
He thought of other Kings who had lived and died in Narnia in old times and it seemed to him that none of them had ever been so unlucky as himself. He thought of his great-grandfather’s great-grandfather King Rilian who had been stolen away by a Witch when he was only a young prince and kept hidden for years in the dark caves beneath the land of the Northern Giants. But then it had all come right in the end, for two mysterious children had suddenly appeared from the land beyond the world’s end and had rescued him so that he came home to Narnia and had a long and prosperous reign. “It’s not like that with me,” said Tirian to himself. Then he went further back and thought about Rilian’s father, Caspian the Seafarer, whose wicked uncle King Miraz had tried to murder him and how Caspian fled away into the woods and lived among the Dwarfs. But that story too had all come right in the end: for Caspian also had been helped by children—only there were four of them that time—who came from somewhere beyond the world and fought a great battle and set him on his father’s throne. “But it was all long ago,” said Tirian to himself. “That sort of thing doesn’t happen now.” And then he remembered (for he had always been good at history when he was a boy) how those same four children who had helped Caspian had been in Narnia over a thousand years before; and it was then that they had done the most remarkable thing of all. For then they had defeated the terrible White Witch and ended the Hundred Years of Winter, and after that they had reigned (all four of them together) at Cair Paravel, till they were no longer children but great Kings and lovely Queens, and their reign had been the golden age of Narnia. And Aslan had come into that story a lot. He had come into all the other stories too, as
Tirian now remembered. “Aslan—and children from another world,” thought Tirian. “They have always come in when things were at their worst. Oh, if only they could now.”
And in the Bible, when the mysterious stranger, Melchizedek, of no known parentage, suddenly appears to help Abram:
And Melchizedek king of Salem brought forth bread and wine: and he was the priest of the most high God. Genesis 14: 18 .... Without father, without mother, without descent, having neither beginning of days, nor end of life; but made like unto the Son of God; abideth a priest continually. Hebrews 7: 3
I can see Melchizedek in Shane, a man of unknown parentage, who helps the Starrett family against the forces of evil:
He was the man who rode into our little valley out of the heart of the great glowing West and when his work was done rode back whence he had come and he was Shane.
I cannot read a single Shakespeare play without thinking of St. Paul. The two poets are of the same spirit:
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal... For now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face; now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. – I Corinthians 13: 1, 12-13
Compare this to Portia’s speech in Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice:

The quality of mercy is not strain’d.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above the sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.

-- The Merchant of Venice

Every author of note always points to Him as our only hope, like Dickens's Sydney Carton in The Tale of Two Cities:

She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him—is gone; the knitting-women count Twenty-Two.

“I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.”

The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three.

And from John 11: 25, 26:
And Jesus said unto her, “I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?
The liberals are being satanically consistent; they should work for the destruction of the white man and his past. That past is the embodiment of Christianity, which they despise. But why is the remnant band of Christians so ready to abandon the European cultural heritage? Well, if you’ll forgive my coming back to the same theme, it’s because the remnant believers are in the Christian halfway house. They cling to the Bible or to a traditional interpretation of the church documents, but they don’t see the importance of maintaining their blood ties to a race of people who took the Bible and the church documents seriously enough to make them a part of their culture.

The words 'fire' and 'heart' appear in the Bible with great frequency, while the words 'rational' and 'mind' never or seldom appear. If we abandon the cultural element, we leave behind the human component of religion that gives us the fire and heart to respond to God’s grace. If God is with and in His people’s culture, then they come in contact with Him in every aspect of their lives. But if He exists only in the minds of the doctors of theology, He becomes a distant God, and then an absent God, and finally a non-existent God. We need to feel that God is truly present with us. As soon as Moses, who made God’s presence known to the Hebrews, left to go up to Mt. Sinai, the people immediately started worshipping the golden calf. They needed to feel that God was amongst them.

My heart goes out to believers like the men and women in the Bible class I attended. They are struggling to hold to the Christian faith at a time when all the powers of this world are arrayed against them. But I also feel like shaking the aforementioned Christians and telling them: “The reason there are only five of us meeting in the basement of the church is because we have abandoned the fire-and-heart Christianity that was so deeply ingrained in the Europeans’ culture.” An intellectual faith only is “as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal”; it is devoid of fire and heart.

A religious culture is not an optional ‘extra’; it is a necessity because divine faith must have a human dwelling. And a culture, if it is to be true one, must be passed on and maintained by a race of people. There cannot be a multi-racial culture; that is a contradiction in terms. The Tower of Babel was not a culture; it was the antithesis of culture.

The majority of liberals do not even claim to be Christians. But there is a significant minority of liberals, represented by such men as Billy Graham and the late John Paul II, who claim that multi-culturalism is the logical outcome of Christ’s teaching. “Are not all men brothers in Christ?” Yes, they are. Christ did not come to save only one race of people, but did He choose to save mankind by race-mixing? The entire canon of Scripture says the opposite. And when the Europeans were Christian, they opposed race-mixing. In order to support multi-culturalism, you must reject Scripture and claim that your European predecessors were not sufficiently Christian. This is precisely what the Christian liberals do.

Christ’s saving grace comes to individuals who have distinct identities within a race of people. The Civil War in this country and the on-going wars of immigration in the European countries were and are being fought over the Greek idea of God, that He is an abstraction who can only be known through the intellect, versus the Hebraic belief that knowledge of God comes to us through spirit and blood. The ongoing racial war is of eternal moment. If the European surrenders, he will lose his soul. If he refuses to surrender, if he keeps faith with his race and the God of his race, he will save his soul. +

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

One Oath

“... when once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right;...
-- Measure for Measure

Racial anemia is not a disease from which only white Americans suffer. It is a worldwide epidemic. White people in Sweden, Spain, Britain, Finland, Poland, New Zealand, and every other white country suffer from the same racial anemia as in America. Some white countries show more advanced symptoms of racial anemia than other white countries —Holland for instance – but every white country has the same disease.

Having never been Christian, the colored races are free from racial anemia, because racial anemia only occurs when a Christian people seek to return to paganism. The cross of Christ is a two-edged sword. Having once taken it up, as the European people did, it cannot be put down without the most severe consequences.

Christianity without the cross is liberalism, and racial anemia is the result of liberalism. Too little note was taken of Pope John XXIII’s forgiveness of the black torture-murderers in the Congo. His act of ‘Christian benevolence’ revealed a growing cancer in the vitals of Europe. The Christian, in imitation of his Lord, sacrifices for others, first for his kin, then for his kind, and then for others outside his kith and kin. But self-sacrifice is difficult. It’s much easier to do as the colored races do, sacrifice others to fulfill their selfish needs. However, having once been Christian, the white person can never be a happy-go-lucky pagan. He must couch his paganism in Christian terms. Hence, the selfish sacrifice of others to the tender mercies of barbarians is given a Christian cast by such liberals as Pope John XXIII. At the heart of such ‘loving charity and forgiveness’ is a selfish, blasphemous desire to be rid of the cross. The Christian precept, 'we must die to self,' is replaced with the pagan precept, 'we must make others die for us.' This is also the dynamic that drives the abortion industry. A pagan Aztec eats the heart of his enemy because his enemy is his enemy. But a post-Christian European, because he is a post-Christian European, must justify himself. He doesn’t sacrifice babies on the altar of his selfishness; instead, he aborts babies for their own good: 'There is nothing as terrible as an unwanted child.'

For centuries the blood wisdom of the white man told him that his personal salvation and his people’s salvation were to be found on a cross. But now the white man is afraid of his blood. He listens to a different drummer, a satanic drummer, who whispers satanic advice into the white man’s ear.(1) “Avoid the cross – it is a lie and a sham. Seek enlightenment, not pain. Go to Africa, go to the East, to Buddha, to the Obama, to Confucius, or the Dalai Lama, but never go to that man on the cross.”

The young neo-pagans openly spit on the cross of Christ while the older neo-pagans subtly reject the cross by characterizing Christianity as an ‘imaginative invention of those marvelous Europeans.’ But the Europeans’ glory was not that they invented a wonderful, imaginative religion; their glory was that they answered His call. The Europeans heard a voice in the mist, and they walked through the valley of the shadow of death to keep a tryst with their kinsman and their Lord.

I’ve read the neo-pagans’ plan for the restoration of the white man by 2020, but I see nothing in the plan about the European’s covenant with God. Go through the European’s history; everything the European ever did of lasting consequence was done because he kept faith with his God. Even if the neo-pagans could achieve their goal of a white-dominated society by 2020, who would want to live in such a world? A Godless Tower of Babel with whites at the top is still a Tower of Babel. What the faithful European wants to see is a renewal of the covenant between God and the European. We can’t possibly know the day or the hour when the European restoration will take place, because the grace of God is a mystery. Why do some men respond to it and others reject it? We don’t know. We do know that Europe became Christendom because Europeans responded to God’s grace.

It will avail us nothing if we achieve equal rights within heathendom or if we teach “white history” without mentioning Christ. The European achieved world dominance because he sought and found the God above the gods of the colored tribes. Without his God, the European is a pathetic member of the rainbow coalition of colored peoples.

In the magnificent Western movie, The Searchers, the main character, played by John Wayne, refuses to take an oath to serve in the Texas Rangers. When asked why he refuses, John Wayne’s character replies, “I figure a man’s only good for one oath at a time. I gave mine to the Confederate States of America.” When the devil came to the European and asked him to form a covenant with science, he should have told the devil that a man can only make one covenant and that he had made his with Christ.

The scientific method when applied to the study of man is nothing more than a return to paganism. Man seeks to harness the forces of nature in order to attain mastery over God. And what has been the result of the European’s covenant with science? He now worships at the shrine of technological barbarism and at the altar of the natural black savage. There is a fearful symmetry between the white man’s abortuaries and the black man’s blood orgies. That synthesis of blood is the modern world. The gods of the technological barbarians and the black barbarians demand the blood of others.

There is another symmetry, a sublime symmetry, that stands in direct contrast to the fearful symmetry of the technological white barbarian and the savagery of the black barbarian. And that sublime symmetry is the symmetry between bardic Europe and the Christian faith. Whenever we plunge to the depths of the European tradition we find that He is there. The God of the antique Europeans shed His blood for others; He gave His blood freely rather than demanding our blood.

We should have no room in our hearts for any other oath than the one we gave to Him, blood of our blood, heart of our hearts. And surely if the European will renew his covenant with Christ he need not fear the pestilence of liberalism or the destructive fury of the black savage. In Him and Through Him is the way of the European. +
(1) Why did Thoreau assume that a different drummer would be a benevolent drummer? The different drummer is Satan.

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Saturday, February 06, 2010

A Dwelling Place

“If that’s in your mind, let me tell you that both in law and in religion there is a debatable land not subject to the common rules.” – John Buchan in The Free Fishers

John Buchan, that marvelous Scottish writer of the 1930’s, seems all but forgotten now in post-Christian, post-human Europe, but he was immensely popular during his time and would be deservingly popular today if there were any genuine Europeans left alive. One of his favorite literary devices was to take a romantic fellow, who made his living at some type of scholarly profession, and plunge him into an adventure in which a hero was needed to save Britain from imminent danger. In The Free Fishers, for instance, the hero, a young Scottish clergyman named Anthony Lamas, must prevent a French attempt to assassinate the prime minister of Britain (the novel takes place during the Napoleonic Era). In order to save Britain, Mr. Lamas must overcome his donnishness; he must leave abstractions behind and live life in earnest. He is able to do just that because he loves a young innocent woman, always a wonderful antidote for donnishness.
From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive;
They are the ground, the books, the academes
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
Buchan’s Europe is dead and gone, but we can still take something from his adventure tales. That precious something is the knowledge that we cannot live life in the abstract, because in the abstract there is no living God and no genuine love. Buchan’s heroes follow in Hamlet’s train. They must leave their Wittenbergs and become integral, Christian men. And they become such men by doing what Christ did: they suffer for and with other human beings.

Christianity still exists in the abstract, but now that Christian Europe is extinct it no longer has a local habitation and a name. The few individuals who still hold to the Christian faith in the abstract are incapable of transmitting it, because they cannot place Christ into a human dwelling. And human beings must see God in His humanity if they are ever going to know and love Him. Christian Europe provided the house in which the Savior could come and be known by His kinsmen and His subjects.

The great sin of the Christian churchmen is their apathetic attitude towards, and often hostility to, the horizontal plane of the cross. That horizontal plane of the cross is often described disparagingly as the cultural element in Christianity; it is the element wherein we poor mortals live and breathe. The Europeans spread the horizontal plane of the cross across the entire earth. And it seems to me that the modern churchmen, in the name of some new, rationalistic, scientific, hodge-podge, Christian-Buddhist, syncretistic faith, have removed the horizontal strip of wood from the cross to make it the new tower of Babel. In the new faith, you don’t conquer through the cross, you conquer by building a Tower of Babel over the ruins of Christian Europe.

Reading a Buchan novel is both exhilarating and depressing. It is exhilarating, because when the hero fights for his country he is fighting for something greater than himself, he is fighting for a Christian people. And when he loves, his love is sanctified, because the object of his love is not a modern Cybele, a she-goddess who must be obeyed, she is a Christian woman firmly ensconced at the foot of the cross.

And of course one is also depressed when reading a Buchan novel because of the fact that the world depicted no longer exists. We have returned to pagan Rome, which had room for Greek philosophers, pagan poets, Cybele, Mithra, and a whole pantheon of Greco-Roman gods, but no room for the Christ, the Son of the Living God. From a Christian standpoint we have not, as the liberals tell us, evolved to a higher state of humanity. We have de-evolved, we have sunk to a level below the beasts.

The descent of the white man has brought on the age of technological savagery. Men with the morality of beasts of the jungle are in charge of the world. And the young whites are trained to live life as an abstraction; they are told there is no such thing as a white European, so it follows logically that there are no European causes for which to fight. Nor is there such a thing as an individual created in the image of God, so individual members of the human species can be sacrificed in the womb in order to facilitate living conditions for generic humanity.

The greatest evil that can befall a man has fallen upon the white man. He no longer believes that “Life is real! Life is earnest!” He cannot love his God, his country, or other human beings, because he has become an abstraction to himself. One is left with a series of what-ifs. What if the white man could begin to hate again? What if he could begin to love again? He could save his soul and become a man again, but in order to do that he must break free of his mind-forged world of abstractions.

I can no more fathom why the white man prefers his abstracted existence to the life depicted by Buchan than I can fathom the concept of infinity. Ultimately I don’t want to fathom it. Even if there are no white men left in the present, there are still white men in the European past. They were true soldiers of the spiritual life that a man could love and revere. And if we love the heroes of old we are not that far away from emulating them.

By the latter half of the 20th century, most of the Christian churches had abandoned the “fairy tale” elements of the Old Testament and were in the process of reworking the New Testament story as well, to make it more compatible with the modern world. Such demythologizing of the Christian faith goes against the traditional faith of the European. It was the European who believed in fairy tales. His world was the world of evil magicians, malevolent dragons, black knights vs. white knights, and a personal savior who redeemed mankind from a personal hell presided over by a personal devil. The European’s art, his social structure, and his government all reflected his struggle to live out the fairy tale of the Hero God who defeated the devil. Now it’s as if the devil has cast a spell over the European people. They believe Christian Europe was a bad dream and modern Satania is the only reality. And there is a very real, clear and present danger that the few remaining faithful, those who believe in the fairy tale faith, will start to doubt the existence of Christian Europe and the God who once reigned in that land.

Is there any hope, or must we all become faithful followers of our satanic big brother? I come back to the late 19th century and early 20th century adventure tale, which was an instinctive attempt by great European authors, such as Buchan, to save the fairy tale faith in Jesus Christ. In Buchan’s Europe, men and women lived real lives, not abstracted zombie-like existences, because their people and their nation were connected to the living God. The Europeans perceived life as a fairy tale, because the spirit of God was in them. Let the liberals mock on. The faithful European will live life according to the code of Fairyland. In that world, which is the real world, the faithful heart always triumphs. Our King is calling us to clean out the vermin and restore Castle Europe. We cannot say no. +

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