Race, Religion and Nation

Belief in God that is absent real knowledge of God is ascetic and relatively sterile. It’s like believing in a hospital when you have never been in one or been operated in one or had things happen in one. You may intellectually know a hospital exists and can heal people but until you had an operation in one, the concept is really quite abstract.

If you are lucky enough to attain some direct knowledge of God, and assuming the trauma of it resolves in a way you decide, and can demonstrably see is good for you, that knowledge can remain with you the rest of your life; but not necessarily. Some people experience it but then the world slowly overtakes them again and they return to a state that is primarily materialistic and worried with the physicality of the here and now.

For some of us, however, the physicality of the here and now was never the most important thing, and not by a long shot, not even when we were atheists, and certainly not when I was a Zen-Agnostic quasi Shintoist.

This sense that ideals, honour, or some other virtue you recognise as fundamental takes precedence even over your ability to continue living, is FAR less prevalent today among men than it was millennia ago. The Romans were as ready to commit suicide rather than be dishonourable by their culture’s standards, as the Samurai were, or the Spartans.

Today the supposedly oh so smart and wise modern man looks back at the Spartans, or the Romans, or the Samurai, or even a contemporary willing to die for an ideal, and scoffs. How silly those barbaric superstitious fools were. Right?

And don’t get me wrong, setting yourself on fire because of Trump, or Joe Biden, or whatever American politician, is a sign of mental illness, not courage or honour or any other virtue, so there may be instances where that accusation might be valid, but not really concerning our old ancestors. You may say that the Gods of their time don’t exist and never did (I beg to differ, they did exist and probably still do, but were the entities God refers to in Psalm 82 (for crippled Prottie Bibles) or 81 (for righteous Catholic Bibles) and bad stewards of the humans on Earth) but I would posit that neither does your version of Jesus if you’re a Churchian that sings “Jesus is my boyfriend” type stuff.

The point is, that whether it is perceived as such consciously or not, some people are aware of the numinous, and implicitly, instinctively, trust it more than the world they can see and touch with their senses. I do not know why that is, and I don’t profess that those who can are necessarily better human beings than those who do not, but the fact remains some feel it better than others and it affects their choices and everything else they do.

There are, however levels of this awareness. At its most basic it is merely an instinct. The reason why some men run into the fire to save others instead of away from it perhaps, even if they have no higher aim consciously in their mind. And even if they may regret it later.

Some way above this is someone that is consciously aware that the intangibles are more important to him than the tangibles. These are almost always men. Women do not often reach this level of conscious agency, though they tend to probably react more often in response to the numinous when the stakes are not as obviously conscious or high. At this level one need not be religious by the way. You can still be even atheist and yet be this way.

Further up again are people that have realised that this numinous essence they feel beholden to is intelligent and has direction. It has, in short, rules. And they may spent years trying to figure these rules out. If they are mechanistic and material world orientated, they can be diverted into occult or ultimately Satanic practices. Short term gains at the expense of eternity. If they are more detached and objectively observant, they can notice some of the rules of this numinous level of reality that is actually on a higher plane than the physical one. The physical plane is a mere shadow of the numinous plane. At this point, at least some indication of religiosity begins to be present. It could be mystical New Age woo-woo, some blend of Buddhism, a generic Agnostic Christianity, a faint hope or belief in reincarnation and karma, or even a belief in Catholicism. But it is a sort of amorphous concept. There is an intelligence, there is a level of reality above our own, there must be rules, we try and follow them, sometimes, haphazardly.

In all of these levels, one can get lost or confused by their own emotions, particularly strong emotions or emotions that are triggered by trauma from the past and so on. And we will tend to confuse a discordant emotion with a real, linked-to-the-divine instinct. When things don’t go our way we will become blind and worried again. We may hold the lotus flower or the grace of God in our mind for a few minutes here and there, when meditating or sitting in a beautiful church, but let some guy cut you off and give you the finger and your serenity is quickly in the toilet.

Then there is a beginning level of some wisdom. Here you know the numinous is real and it is personal. You matter to that intelligence behind creation and it matters to you. So you begin to study. To observe, to experiment. And as you do you begin to discern patterns and begin to make choices. Most men get lost in this aspect of life towards the end of their life and never really reach any solid conclusions beyond a few generic ones. Those who persevere either end up down a wrong road, for a time, or to the end of their lives, and retain a certain TYPE of dissatisfaction. A specific flavour of restlessness. Or, they end up on the right road, which is Catholicism (Sedevacantist only).

And if you have stopped reading here because you think that’s just, like, my opinion, man… well, so be it. Off you go to other places on the internet.

If however, you are willing to explore further, at least intellectually, then let me tell you what happens next.

So you’re a sedevacantist Catholic now. Great. So you take a few years to learn the rules. The important ones. Don’t ask me when a fast day is, because I barely can figure it out. And sure, one day I will concern myself with that more, but I have some forest to catch up to before I investigate the trees. And if you don’t get lost in the minutiae of the details of various rituals, you begin to see the thing that really makes a difference.

Listen, I am not saying the rituals don’t have importance, they do, massive, but just like you can be thinking you really are a Jesus follower and yet, as He told us in the Bible you may have the rude awakening after your last day that He says to you: I never knew you. In short, you don’t want to do these rituals by rote just because you believe you are on the right path. For those who have understood a LOT more and gone further, that same ritual, that you might do out of rote, fort them is filled with meaning beyond your comprehension. Anyone can rattle off 50 Ave Marias. But few can recite ten with true conscious dedication and contemplation of each line they speak.

That thing you see, if you don’t get lost in the details of tradition with little deeper understanding, that really makes a difference, is this:

You now know God exists and knows you personally; cares about miserable, scum-being, little, insignificant you. That’s uncomfortable enough to not let you think straight for some time. But then you are so bathed in His Love and Glory and Grace, that over time, you begin to stop feeling ashamed and filthy and unworthy, and you begin to once again observe objectively, to just notice things, and then you recall that there are rules, that God is Good, and all is Love. And there are rules, not like in the world of things, but rules nonetheless. And so you begin to perhaps understand prayer, and you try it out, and you notice when you pray properly miracles happen, but when you do it half assed, maybe you only get a tenth of what you hoped for. And one of the first things you realise is that praying for shit is kind of a dick move. Praying to give thanks for ALL the incredible miracles you receive literally every day, is a much better thing to do. And then you may begin to notice that as you do this, give thanks and sense the numinous, and obey the rules, it becomes impossible to deny the Catholic religion. You can (and MUST) deny the fake impostor Bergoglio and all his pederast allies, but Catholicism itself, and those who still follow the Sedevacantists version of Catholicism (that is, the original one it has always been from the start) is true.

And then may come the next level, where you keep this knowledge, and it is knowledge, not just an idea or a concept, but an intrinsic, deeply felt truth. And in keeping that knowledge inside you, you begin to sense the winds of change, and so you begin to organise things in a way so as to be able to ride the crest of the wave, even if it be a tsunami. But this wisdom on the plane of the numinous may look like a bad choice on the worldly plane of things, and stuff, and physical practicalities. In fact, it may well look insane on the here and now level of truth “knowledge”.

The classic Biblical example is Noah. Everyone thought he was an insane madman. Then it rained and they all drowned, except Noah and his kin.

If a man has reached such a level —at least some of the time— his life might not necessarily be easy, or fun, he may even end up a martyr, but he will not have that peculiar type of anxiety or restlessness mentioned earlier. And if he does have a nervousness about him, it will be of an entirely different kind to the one mentioned before. A man at this level is only anxious of one thing. The being able to serve God well and as effectively and invincibly as might be possible.

When you reach that state, things just happen to simply… happen to you. And you no longer strive for them. You sense them and you gently reach for them with your soul, and it is almost delivered to you as if in a dream. And if you do strive it is not for them, the worldly things themselves so much, but rather for keeping good company to whomever might be there too. And to help someone else perhaps.

Why all this? Well, because ladies, if you are married to such a man, you need to adjust to his flow, and let him guide the river he produces with his mind and heart and soul. And conversely, if it is your wife that has reached this level, let her gentleness and kindness melt you enough until you see your flow too. Perhaps some women can direct it better then their husbands, I am sure some exist somewhere, but it is not the usual way. The usual way is that the man gets there, consciously, and the woman, follows by love and faith mostly. And the more loving and faithful she is in her trust, the better the man becomes at “hearing” where the river is and “seeing” where it goes, he and gets better at flowing on it well.

Second-guessing, nagging, rebelling, and generally doing what in Italian vernacular is translated as “breaking his balls” does absolutely nothing to increase this almost miraculous flow of Grace. And the task of a woman is no easier than that of a man. Trusting another human being on that level is absolutely difficult, because as you know, we are all rat-faced, cowardly, spineless, liars and bullshitters (perhaps not all of them in the worst way, but if you understand a little bit of what God and being in his presence is like, trust me, calling you a rat-faced cowardly liar is being kind). And yet, this is your duty, and the better you can do it, the more your man will become closer to Saintly.

The whole point of the holographic relationship between Jesus and the Church being reflective of the relation between husband and wife is exactly that. A good husband will absolutely let himself be crucified for his wife, but in turn, the wife should be absolutely willing to trust him unto the ends of the Earth. And yes, I can feel all the quivering disturbance in the aether, as if a billion feminists all screamed out at once while their buttholes puckered in rage at the same time, creating a vacuum of soundless vibration of acidic narcissistic impotence.

Sure, sure, the last thing you want to do is be some supportive, subservient doormat to a useless, cheating, lying asshole. Duh. Of course. On the other hand, listen to that other tremor in the force, the sound of two billion severed testicles floppily splatting on the ground, from all the emasculated men that are henpecked to death by the shrews that will invariably cheat on them with Pedro the pool boy or maybe Mike their “best” friend. It’s two sides of the same coin.

But it’s a simple, simple, flow-chart to follow.

Do your loving best to do your loving best. When the other person appears to NOT be doing their loving best, you do yours anyway and gently ask them if they are doing theirs. Their loving best sometimes sucks the butthole of a donkey with dissentry. And you just don’t recognise that they really are doing outstanding stuff, if only you knew where they were coming from as a starting point. (But never let anyone use that as an excuse, because if they do… well… it’s an excuse). More relevantly, YOUR loving best sometimes is the donkey with the squirts one. If you both are aware of this and you both agree to check in with each other and tell each other when you are donkey sharting instead of being lovingly at your best, and if you both agree (and can actually do it) to not lose even MORE of your shit when it is politely and gently pointed out that hey… this is not chocolate, honey, you stand a chance of then being able to actually do to and for each other, what a relationship is supposed to do: Evolve one another over time and until the day you both drop dead.

If you actually both learn to flow down that river in synergistic harmony, well… then you will REALLY see miracles begin to happen.

So, that’s the piece of advice I wanted to share.

And oh… just in case you were wondering, none of the above means they won’t irritate the living crap out of you at times, or make mistakes, or get things wrong, or screw up in a million different ways.

But errors are forgivable, thank God.

Intentional lies on the other hand, that’s something else.

I hope this is of some use to some of you. If it is, let me know.

So, this is turning into a loooooong back and forth between me and Adam Piggott, concerning the aims of a man.

It was all prompted by a post Adam did based on an email he received from what was obviously a rather depressed guy. Adam has forwarded my post to him too. You can go to this post of mine and read the link on it to catch up if you had no idea what I am talking about.

Adam has since responded by a further post here.

And what has become clear to me is that there is a kind of communication gap, which I feel I am mostly responsible for as it is not a new thing.

I have a tendency to see something that to me is obvious but tends to be clearly less so to others, and so I will try to explain it from my perspective but invariably miss some apparently crucial bit of information that would allow the normal humans to understand my perspective.

Because it is not usually clear to me why so many others don’t see perspectives that are obvious to me, it tends to lead me to be more verbose in my writing than is probably good or necessary. Which also irritates me no end, yet if I write just what I think is necessary it comes across as mystical haikus by an insane person to most people. So I try to cover as many of the possible gaps as I can in the hope to transmit the crucial aspects that differentiate my view from that of most people. And it’s all mostly futile.

Nevertheless, it is good for me to practice trying to communicate better with the species of humanoids found on this planet, so here goes:

Succinctly, Adam effectively says:

• You need to make something of yourself before you attract the right woman for you.
• Everything else is details and you should focus on that first because chasing after some dreamgirl is pointless anyway if you aren’t amounting to anything as humans measure success.
• How you feel about it is irrelevant, this is how it works.

I’ll let him say if I have in any way misrepresented him.

My points instead are:

• Sure, materially speaking that is how it works most of the time, but (and it’s an important but):
  • Telling a depressed guy that has as an aim to be in a relationship, and who is relatively young, who has had little or almost no experience of women that that is just how it is and he should just buckle up and first make something of himself over the next few years, is unlikely to lead that man to anything positive.
  • Materially speaking is not just semantics; it means related to, involved with, tied to, the material world. That aspect that we as Christians are told to not indulge in.
  • The most important aspects of life are rooted in the metaphysical, not the material.
• Really, I thought I made it perfectly clear that what I thought was wrong with Adam’s “advice” was that it was not helpful. I didn’t say it was necessarily wrong, but it missed the point of how to motivate the man towards the things he desires.

I mean, the very paragraph where I explain this is taken by Adam to mean I am somehow contradicting myself, which I find astonishing, since it’s a clarifying statement of my critique.

As for “doing things” and leaving a mark before you get the girl, sure, that is generally how it works out, but it’s wrong to think that is how you motivate yourself. The motivation is the other way round. You want the girl? So become someone worthy of whatever fantasy girl you have in your head. 

That aside, the example Adam picked to possibly act as some evidence against my perspective is far from perfect since apparently the individual concerned may have worked as a male escort, and in any case was already known to police, and was a diagnosed schizophrenic. So not exactly your common incel. Frankly I find him irrelevant to the topic at hand.

Nor, did I say the man should try and get his dreamgirl before making something of himself. I simply stated that the motivation to make something of himself will not come from telling him to buckle down and carry on unloved and unknown and unsought for in his crushing loneliness for years before he can even think of getting into a relationship. Which essentially is what Adam’s advice boiled down to.

My whole point was that as a motivator, imagining who that woman might be and using that image as a motivator to get you to make something of yourself is far more effective even if you remain just as single and alone for the same length of time described above as years.

Lastly, while I accept that this is Adam’s and probably most people’s perspective on the matter, it is not strictly a fact that if you meet the right girl when you have not yet made your mark in the world you will either be in constant anxiety at the thought she might leave you, and/or that she would. The first serious girlfriend I had lasted 13 years and I had no mark to be made yet and very little money and I had left home with all I owned packed into a car to get as far from my parents as I could. My “fame” at that point was limited to the fact I was unafraid to get into physical fights regardless of numbers against me. That was really about it. In any case I never had any anxiety about being dumped, and in fact I was not. Ultimately it was me that walked away from that relationship.

I also find his statement that

Becoming worthy is conquering the world, which means making a man of yourself.

Rather telling and also amusing. I certainly never had to “make” a man of myself. I was born male and that is really all there was to it.

I have always been thoroughly unconcerned with the perspective of needing to be thought of as “manly” or “being a man” or such concepts. The simple reality is that I was born male, will live every second of my life as male and will die as a male. It is simply a fact. The obsession the Anglos tend to have with being thought of as “a man” is rather telling and a little Shakespearean. In a “the lady doth protest too much” kind of way.

And if one is that way inclined, that is, to worry about being perceived as, or needing to somehow become a man, then, yeah, I am sure one of the many neuroses such people have will certainly extend to the fear of their girlfriend leaving them. And I can see that manifesting too.

Which brings me full circle back to the depressed guy as well as Adam’s ending point about being “fixated” on finding a woman and that being wrong because it would determine the success or failure of your entire life, while it (the finding of the woman) not being entirely in your control.

There is, from my perspective, quite a bit of bad logic there.

Firstly, one could argue that being able to find the right woman and reproducing with her, for the majority of people, is the real measure of success or failure of your life. Unless you are Nikola Tesla, from any one man’s perspective, your line dying out with you is unlikely to improve mankind. There are always exceptions of course, but as a rule most people think their way and their thoughts would be best and thus, procreating and furthering such is a pivotal aspect of life. It is truly few who intentionally choose to not get married and not have children. Priests are among them. Most other men would consider it a failure at life.

Secondly, I don’t see the looking for the right person to make a family with as being a fixation at all. At least no more than I see breathing as a fixation. I hardly ever consciously think about breathing, yet it is absolutely necessary and I do it all day every day. In short, you can go about your day and do what needs doing and still be breathing, or looking for the right woman.

Thirdly, as I said at the start of my critique, the point is that there really is someone right for you out there, no matter what kind of freak you are. Obviously making yourself as appealing as possible, helps your chances, but even the misshapen, unfortunate gargoyles of life have someone out there that will love them. Knowing this is no more an obsession or a fixation than knowing that one day you will die.

Fourthly, not having something be entirely in your control is a far cry from having no control over it at all. Potentially any number of women I was with could have been suitable or “good enough” to make a life with. Regardless of that, due to my character (which may be seen as unfortunate by many, perhaps) I had certain requirements in a prospective mate that are very probably unreasonable. And yet, eventually, I did indeed find possible suitable candidates, and ultimately, even the precisely right one for me. And if someone like me can do it, believe me, most people can do it, but… you do need to apply yourself. In my experience of life, those men who focus on making money or a career and so on, in turn to eventually, get the dreamgirl, rarely accomplish it. It like guys who work like slaves for 40 years to get to retirement only to find their pension is worthless and you’re out of time and energy to even know what you wanted to do in the first place. The guy who goes through life naturally and who is always on the lookout for the right person, the way one might be on the lookout for a red Pontiac firebird, tends to more readily find it, and he’s usually less obsessive about it than the guy who wants to make a man of himself first, in order to later get the girl.

All of this simply to say that despairing at one’s loneliness and current state of the world, is not the way. And when a person confesses their despair in such a matter, the correct way to advise them, is hardly to double down on their need to be harsher on themselves and their already harsh (and erroneous) perception of the world. The way to motivate them to see the light is to remind them that one day, they will meet that woman, and they can approach life from the perspective that whatever unpleasant task you need to do today, is fine, because it advances you a little further along the path of when you do meet her, and perhaps also in terms of your material well-being.

That’s really the only point I made.

And now you see why writing is a love-hate thing for me.