I.
The West is experiencing an unprecedented explosion of words. Podcasts, substacks, tweets, books, and courses galore. Such an explosion of information, not much of it even interesting, has not been seen in the whole course of human history. Much of what is written and spoken is garbage for your soul. But a bee buzzing around this wasteland of words, desperately panting for the sweet nectar of wisdom, can still find insight if they search diligently. There are still sweet flowerings of words hidden in places were the rot of our times has not touched. I hope that my humble blog is such a place, and that you, my dear reader, are such a buzzing bee looking for the sweetness of Truth.
Yes, even in this world awash with the verbal vomit of so many fools, there are still precious word-treasures to find, words that are keys to unlock whole new dimensions of thinking and being such as you cannot even yet imagine! Words to adorn your mind with wisdom and beauty! Words that will be trustworthy weapons for you to equip yourself with to fight the demons of our age! Words that will nourish the primal fire of life within you that society seeks to snuff out! This digital space is a community for people seeking such words, and you are invited to join. Here such words will be gathered, and here such words will be made.
The supreme value of a word is to point towards something that is beyond itself, towards The Truth. Though many forget this, we will strive to make it one of our guiding principles. We know that to love words, one must above all be wary of them. To discover Truth through words, one must love Truth more than words. Many a man gets lost in his quest for Truth in the labyrinth of words, and many a man has been lost for so long in that winding labyrinth that they can’t even remember why they were there to begin with at all, or how to get out, or that there even is a way out. They are trapped, endlessly devouring words. Everyone who is trapped in a limitless desire winds up being swallowed by their own consumption, and the ravenous hunger for words is no different.
Words together make sentences, and sentences are straight lines, but straight though they are lines of text are very easy to get lost in. Oh, there is nothing straight about them at all, do not be tricked by appearances! Most sentences written by Man are crooked, they go downwards and upwards and circle back all around dizzyingly. This substack is a sanctuary were you will not be lost in the labyrinth of words. It is a safe haven where you may return from that labyrinth and rest. It is also a training-ground for you to test your powers so you may venture out of here and back into that labyrinth to look for what treasures may be hidden within it.
This substack is a temple where we worship The Truth. It is an Aryan Temple. We do not represent a religion other than the Pure Love of the Truth. One must love the Truth in order to know it, and one will know it in exact proportion to which one loves it.
Man has stopped worshipping the Divinity that their scriptures and teachers point towards, and started worshipping mere scriptures and teachers. We have mere scholars of Eastern Texts and no Enlightened Sages. Argumentative internet pharisees, but no saints. Man has made religion itself into a false idol. Only the free and courageous lover of the Truth can worship God in our times. We leave the rest to their petty idolatry. We study scriptures and spiritual teachers so we can take from them what is good, leave aside what is not, and make their wisdom essentially our own. We practice this with every worthy philosopher’s works, with every work of art. All Truth is sacred to us, no matter where it is found. Thus we will study religions, literature, art, philosophies, and politics, and yet more things.
We call ourselves Aryans because to be noble and courageous is a prerequisite to know and love the Truth. One must be courageous to love Truth. Only a Noble Soul such as the Aryans of yore had is capable of striving for truth with sincerity. Without courage and nobility a quest for truth always becomes a grandiose self-deception.
Men have always likened Truth unto light, and ignorance unto darkness. But the light is a terrible thing for creatures of darkness such as modern man. Many spend their whole lives finding ever-more cunning ways to avoid the Truth, because they know that its light would sear their eyes, that they would ignite and melt away if they stood even just for a moment in the scorching hot rays of the Truth. I bear quite a few burn-wounds from Truth-seeking, myself. Human existence such as we know it is dependent upon lies, and for many their truth-seeking is their most subtle and artful expression of their drive to self-destruction. They cannot bear to see the light of the truth without it causing their eyes great pain, and yet they gaze recklessly and habitually no matter how much pain it causes them. But possessing as I do both curiosity and an ascetical nature, I have gazed at the Truth no matter how much it hurts. Many a time have I seemed to have lost my sanity to others, and they thought me mad: but the truth is not that I had lost my sanity but rather that I had become super-sane, and I was laughing or angushing at things others took no notice of because I saw things for the way they really are. There is Truth that makes a man’s heart swell with bliss, but there is also the Truth that makes him tremble in horror. In this place, we worship both of Truth’s faces, it’s hideous and beauteous face, and we recognize them as one.
To feel the agony of one’s grounding belief systems tearing apart at their psychical seams due to exposure to the truth and to feel the existential dread of free-falling in infinite uncertainty is a necessary rite of passage for making ourselves worthy of The Truth, and we welcome this. We cast aside entire worldviews upon which the masses of men predicate their whole lives as mere playthings when we are finished with them and they have served their purpose for us.
The truth about the truth is that there are two species of truth. The first is the Truth that is Eternal, true in all times and in all places for everyone, and it can be inwardly realized in its essence only by the very few, and those who have done this have venerated it as the very highest divinity and loved it beyond all lesser things. Out of their passionate love for it they have enriched a humanity that does not understand, does not even want to understand, in ways they could not ever understand. They have compassionately left behind signs, words, to show the way to the understanding of the understanding of Eternal Numinous Truth and sharing in the bliss of intellection that they had.
But to the many, the bliss of this blessed few looks like miserable pain, and their enlightenment, madness. Nonetheless even the faintest hint of Eternal Truth in a person, a work of art, a place, a culture is a fountain from whence flows every good thing. We strive for the intellection of this Truth, we seek for it under every rock and behind every blade of grass. There is no place filthy or sacred enough to drive us away from examining for the sake of finding even just the faintest glimmer of Eternal Truth. We want to be one with it more than the youth wants his beloved, we want to be near it more than a grieving mother wants to be reunited with her lost child, and we want it more than the man who is drowning wants a breath of fresh air! Thus we will sacrifice every worldly thing to pursue the Truth. The words of the ancient sages recorded in the Vedas, the Buddhist texts, the Holy Bible, and philosophers like Plato and Lao-Tzu are only a guide, but we know these sages took great pain to remind us that the truth they understood is beyond mere words, though words are necessary to come to understand it, we shall not be caught in their trap. When one arrives at their destination, what need have they of a map?
In this Aryan Temple, we seek the Eternal Truth, and to understand it without words which is the only worthwhile way of understanding it.
But there is still the second kind of Truth, make great care not to mix it up with the first, the Temporal Truth. What is temporal is what is true just for now, and you are a fool of fools if you think it can be disregarded. Indeed, the temporal truth is the only gateway to the Eternal Truth that there has ever been.
II.
The temporal truth of our times is that a drama thousands of years in the making is entering a new phase. Western Man stands teetering on the sheer precipice of the Abyss of Nihilism. He looks down its gaping maw, and he knows not what terrors are hiding beneath the cover of darkness beyond what he can see, what monstrous unknowns there are in those depths of jagged and alien stone.
The explosions of words in The Western World of our times are the manic reflections of a man before he suicidally jumps to end it all. But with each act of reflection there is the hope that he may yet find a reason not to destroy himself. But the point of mere “suicidal ideation” has been crossed: one doesn’t get this close to the knife’s edge of the Abyss of Nihilism unless you are very seriously willing to commit. Will Western Man jump down? Will you?
To take steps back now is very hard, but still doable. It’s hard because if we turn around and face away from this abyss, we see a dark wood such as no lost Dante of the soul has ever seen! We wandered, disorientedly, in that wood for many long years before we finally found a clearing away from those thorny trees, and it was here that we found the Abyss. Can we really turn back into the woods? There’s no escaping the woods if we want to leave behind the Abyss. Because if not Nihilism… then what? We get lost in questioning, lost in the labyrinthine darkness of trees, trying to find an answer. At least to say that there is no answer is itself an answer, and any answer at all is a relief from the feeling of confusion and restless seeking. Nihilism, then, seems preferable to being lost in doubt. Can we dare to be confused again by asking what the alternative to nihilistic self-destruction is? If we let ourselves face uncertainty, could we even find an answer other than no answer? Or would we just be torturing ourselves with doubt all over again? Could we even accept the answer that we find, if we did find one other than Nihilism?
We might not be able to trace our way back to this Abyss again if we go back to the woods, and who knows what beasts lurk in the woods when the hour is this late. It is more honourable to die of one’s own volition than at the hands of a beast. Our civilizational-seppuku may be our final act of Faustian striving as Western Men. When Faustian man has broken every limit, he has nothing left to break but himself. Shall he jump and break his bones against the cold stillness of the stones?
His eyes begin to gently water, as Western Man remembers who he is. On the Pontic-Caspian Steppe, we looked at the horizon with longing… we tamed wild horses, we invented the chariot. It was these pale conquerors, the first of those who gave themselves the exalted name of ARYANS, who pierced the vast line were the sky meets the steppe millennia ago atop a horse at breaking speed, the thunderous clamours of his horse’s hooves beating steadily like a drum as they pounded against the ground repetitiously, dashing across the plain. What wildness of passion did the first man to ever ride a horse across an open plain feel? Imagine the rush of life-affirming vital exhilaration that the first man to have ever rode a horse across a great distance must have felt. The beauty of speed, the beauty of power, emerging volcanically from an innovative and daring mind! The mind of an Aryan! The name of the first horse-tamer & horse-rider is forgotten, but his impact on history, incalculable. He is one with the Gods now. If you could feel the way he felt in his finest hour for even a passing instant, you would think you were on drugs. Drunk with the special intoxication that only the combining of youthful enthusiasm and military power can bring, Aryan Man donned spear and sword and took to conquest. He risked his short and easily lost life for glory and power and treasure and for this his very name became synonymous with all those coveted things and with possessing them abundantly. We broke the limit where the sky meets the steppe and went far beyond it, farther beyond than anyone had yet dreamed in those primordial days. That is who we are: We are a people who go beyond limits, who see the horizon not as an enclosure forbidden to cross but as an invitation to adventure. The Aryan has loved the thrill of vigorous adventure more than any other creature on this Earth.
The Aryans who went East created the Cultures of Vedic India and Persian Iran, and though sadly most of them would mix with the swarthy peoples whom they had conquered, there are still rare examples of unmixed Aryans in Asia, and the cultures they left behind still bear the stamp of their blond founders. It is a matter of the greatest significance in The West, though rarely grasped, that the Veda can again be accessible to study by blond and blue eyed men. Oh you Eastern Indo-Aryans, you Primal Horse-Overlords of Eurasia! You Aryans conquered not just lands but hearts too, as you composed texts speaking of Eternal Truths that uplifted the peoples whom were blessed to have been trodden down by you! Can we, your lost brothers in the West, find solace in the wisdom that you left behind in your words and deeds recorded in the sacred canon of Sanatana Dharma and the Buddhists? Is there hope for us in the Indo-Aryan Heritage? Is that the answer? Can we sift through oriental corruptions of the priceless wisdom bequeathed to the world by our forgotten brothers in Asia and arrive at an answer that will give us the strength to deny the call of the Abyss of Nihilism?
The Aryans who went West established the foundations of Europe, and many of those Aryans who went West burned for yet more conquests. The blood of the Western Aryan was white-hot with the lust for glory. Western Man took to the seas, and pierced the limit where the sky meets the sea as he had done with the limit where the sky meets the steppe ages before. He made the sun-kissed Mediterranean his playground. He found wealth to give him freedom from labour in those sensual lands, and pursued a life of spirited contests, aesthetic sensitivity, philosophic inquiry and manly warfare that we are able to remember as Greco-Romanity. For generations Western Men have looked to this blessed epoch for renewal and inspiration to live powerfully. Is it time to do this again? Can we find the answer that we seek in the Classics of Homer and Plato? Will the remembrance of the glory of our conquest of the Mediterranean give us the strength to turn away from that awful Abyss?
Oh, Western Man, how I love to write of your glory! You went all over the globe to establish empires that have lasted for centuries, and cultures that have sunk their roots all the way down into the depths of our innermost consciousness. You went eastward across the Steppes to lay the foundations of India and Iran, you went westward to build Greece and Rome. France, Germany, Britain and Russia are your projects, and you dared to cross all the world’s oceans to spread your ways to the uttermost limits of the planet, so that no matter what future generations will have to write how it was our race which was the first to establish global domination. No matter who may rule this fair Earth after us, we pierced this Earth when it was still virginal, the young romancing of world domination is ours alone. Can we find even greater conquests beyond the stars? Are there other planets with wildernesses yet to be explored by us? Conquest and adventure is our nature, and in this wholly tamed and charted world we cannot be who we really are in our fullness: Men who explore unknown territories, conquering new lands.. Shall we pierce the limit where the sky meets the stars and establish new territories on other worlds? Can the desire to do this propel us away from the Abyss of Nihilism?
Some Aryans so thoroughly sharpened their longing to pierce horizons to such a degree that it broke straight through the subtlest horizon of all: The veil that separates this world from the Spiritual World… they pierced the inner horizon where thought meets consciousness… they saw beyond the blackness of closed eyes to the infinite white light within, the source of all steppes and seas and skies and stars. The Mystics of our race, the Vedic Rishis, the Platonists, the Odinistic shamans, the Hermeticists, the Christian Saints, did they tread a path that we can walk in our own day? Could walking that path be sufficient for us to get us to turn away from the Abyss?
Oh, Western Man, you wayward Aryan! As Nietzsche said, the more you gaze into the Abyss, the more the Abyss gazes back into you. The Abyssal gaze is as familiar to you now as that of an old friend’s. Your passionate quest to force the world to be a better place has only made it worse, and this tragedy has broken your heart. You abandoned old dogmas for new ideals, but these new ideals have proved hollow, and so now you find it safer to believe in nothing, you dare not even believe in believing. Your pursuit of freedom has made you a slave to the pursuit of a commodious life and its attendant vices, your pursuit of equality has made you tyrannized by your inferiors. You invented and laboured and adventured for prosperity, and now you have no homeland or patrimony, thus no true wealth.
O Western Man, you who pursue the setting sun, you have been conquered by your own victories again and again! The restlessly passionate striving of centuries has left you defeated. So you have become despondent, and you began to wonder what is even the point of fighting at all! But never has anyone’s angushing been more ill-timed! The dark hordes of the Earth have infested every precious stronghold of your kind. The lies of their conniving oligarchical overlords have seeped their way not only into every institution but far deeper into your soul then you may have realized, so that you at times cannot even trust yourself! Everything you eat and drink has been poisoned, your women have been turned against you, and the thread connecting you to your past is being severed! O Western Man, do not perish so ignobly! You went the way of the setting sun even to the point of crossing oceans and conquering continents, do not give up now! If there was ever any race of Man who could overcome such an unprecedented crisis, it is you, Oh White Aryan Man, For you are the one who breaks limits, indeed you have broken every limit hitherto known. You can surely break the limit of white genocide as well.. But how? If you don’t fight back they won’t pity you or feel sorry for you, they will never remember you fondly. They will not think of your surrender as altruistic, they will just think you were foolish.
Oh look away from the Abyss, look away! As you look away, you think you may see.. Could it be… something past the abyss? Is there something over there? Could it be, instead of going back, we could go forward? Our eyes squint to try and make it out, but it seems there might be.. perhaps there is another land, a new possibility, on the other side of the Abyss of Nihilism… but we are not sure… it is too dark and too far away to know for sure, but there is a faint glimmer of something on the other side of the Abyss.. or is it just a hallucination brought about by madness? Unless we could somehow JUMP ACROSS we could never be sure! My dear reader, could it be… that if we had the strength, to jump across the icy darkness of that Abyss of Nihilism, could we reach the other side without falling? An outsider wouldn’t know if we were transcending the abyss or giving into it when we jump, and it all hinges on whether we will land on the other side in our attempt, or fall to our doom… Could we find it glorious to die even in the attempt?
A faint and even youthful hope stirs in the heart…it burns lightly, as an ember. Could Providence have placed this shadowy Abyss in front of us as a trial, the ultimate test of our spiritual strength? Did the Gods Themselves place this Abyss of Nihilism here, so that only the most daring race of all could find what new lands await on the other side? Or is this hope just the final rationalization of a mad man who knows for certain that he is, indeed, going to jump?!
Oh Western Man, teetering on The Abyss! To look back is to be lost in confusion and to jump is to be plunged into an uncertain destiny!
We know there is only one option for us. We are Aryans. We will not constantly look back on the past as Orientals do, and we won’t stay here gazing into the gloomy depths forever. We are going to jump. First, we will take some steps back, but only so we can have space to dash and build momentum before we make our jump of destiny with all of our might, and when we are in mid-air we will let fate decide whether we shall foolishly crash against the murky stones to our doom or land in a new frontier of the spirit.
As we step back before we confront the blackness of existential crises, we will draw on every single spark of Aryan Consciousness strewn about the world’s heritage of culture, we will draw on all the inspiration in the memories of our race’s journey across time and space, we will call on the Divinity we have pursued and which we’ve known in many different guises and under many different names … before we make our leap of fate!
III.
The Temporal Truth is the only gateway to the Eternal Truth that there has ever been. After all, you can only start a journey from where you are - and this is where you are.
It has never been more necessary to understand the Unchanging Reality than in our time of radical change. In this new millennium every assumption under which man has lived his life, even the consistencies of what it even means to be human, are being challenged. But connecting to Unchanging Reality was difficult even for Man in Traditional Societies, the labour of a lifetime. To overcome the vagaries of worldly circumstances and all-too-human passions to grasp Eternal Truth is not easy.
Nonetheless, I do not believe that the Eternal Truth is completely obscured by the Temporal Truths of our times. I do not believe that and am not discouraged by those who say otherwise. If the Eternal Truth could not be understood even today it would not be Eternal. To rise above the mire of impermanence and ascertain the Eternal is the noblest aspiration of a human being, the mark of an Aryan.
But what is clear is that such is the nature of our times that we are in need of a new means of connecting to Eternal Truth. Paths to Eternal Truth come and go but what they lead to remains the same. I believe that We are in such a time when the Eternal Truth itself is at work destroying old paths like Christianity to create new ones, as happens time and again at fated times as the wheel of the ages spins. Already many of us feel the stirrings of a new religion within us. We have a piety, deeply felt but which struggles to be expressed (let alone understood, even by us!). We are the zealous devotees of a religion that has yet to be fully proclaimed, let alone articulated. We have a reverence for prophets yet to proclaim their revelations, for martyrs yet to have been unjustly slain, for heroes yet to have died on the battlefields of the future, for ideals yet to have been reified. This is so, because we are being prepared by the Eternal Godhead for a new way of life that is fit for our people. This is so, because we ourselves are destined to be these prophets, these martyrs, these heroes, my dear reader. No more shall the Aryan create religions that only benefit those not of his blood, and no more shall the unutterably precious and sacred Aryan blood be squandered and shed under the aegis of foreign symbols. We know a new path to Eternal Truth, one fit for us and for us alone, is being slowly opened up in the fullness of time, and we believe as an Article of Faith that we will find it on the other side of that horrific Abyss of Nihilism which we are all facing whether we know it or not. A new and totalizing Weltanschaaung encompassing all aspects of life, is being slowly revealed to us, and like all great Weltanschaaungs it is a synergistic work between Man and the Divine, the labour of centuries, if not Millennia.
This substack is an Aryan Temple dedicated to this new slowly unfolding way of life, yet to be fully understood even by us. It is a place for practicing the new pieties stirring within us.
We shall jump together, into new lands, new worlds of the spirit long hoped for by our kind and waited for with bated breath for so long, too long!
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