Many people, if not most, appear to decide upon their future when they’re fairly young. As teenagers, or perhaps even as children, they envision the life they wish to have, and they begin working toward it, choosing their education, and finding a suitable mate.
Others need more time. They develop a sense of what their lives are about by the time they’re in their twenties, thirties, or forties, and some even later. Few never quite figure out what they were supposed to be doing in life.
But one thing that saddens me to hear is the story of an old man who merely went along with everything going on around him. A man who never once pointed at the horizon to say, “That’s where I’m going.” These men live what I call lost lives, for they often regret their chosen course, or rather, the path chosen for them by others.
Allowing anyone anywhere to determine the outcome of one’s life, of course, is a sin against living. You weren’t put on Earth to be a slave. We’re not paper bags floating away in the wind, wherever destiny takes us. No, destiny, like free will, is something we possess within ourselves.
The downhill skier uses gravity to navigate his way, and so do people use free will to navigate their lives. When it comes to destiny, it becomes a group effort. We cannot shape the future alone, but together with the people to whom we belong, we forge nations. Nations, then, may use destiny as a force to shape their future.
The word ‘nation’ comes from natio and refers to a people of a shared birth. Nationalism is the politics that promotes the right conditions for such a people of a shared birth. Nations flow from the collective racial soul, a primordial river, from which also each family and each individual is an offshoot.
It should come as no surprise that people who call themselves anti-racist or globalist also hate the biological family, for the family represents a branch of the ancestral river that can be traced back all the way to the source. They also hate small towns, for the society of familiar faces allows for individuals to keep in touch with relatives.
No, the globalist warmonger wants to atomize all of us into atomic individuals, lost in a sea of big city madness where inflated egos keep some alive, while others drown. That way, people can be shipped around the world as though they were housed in shipping containers. To each individual his metal box.
This dystopian idea of transporting workers around the world in shipping containers, to take them to wherever in the world their labor is needed, depending on their skill and education, was the topic of a commercial advertising in my home country of the Netherlands years ago. That disturbing fantasy never materialized, but it shows how globalists and their bankers think about you and I. We are just bags of sand to them.
When Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses, he meant to reform Christianity, which was Catholicism, not to fracture it into a thousand new sects. This fragmentation of Christianity soon required state authority to help police sectarian violence. And so the idea of separation of Church and State was born.
The fragmented nature of society now called for tolerance of each other’s viewpoints, and for individual rights. The new individualism led to the capitalist exploitation that forces people to work more hours for increasingly less life. Money became the stand-in for God. Work became a replacement for family. Relentless consumerism, exemplified by attics full of unopened stuff, however, doesn’t make up for the loss of destiny.
We used to live as families. In old Germany, grandparents used to live with their children and grandchildren in the same house. It were the financial experts of the rising cities who, some 200 years ago, figured out they could control a nation’s destiny by selling each couple, if not each individual, a mortgage for a smaller house, then an apartment, then a studio, and then a pod in a place occupied by twenty people, though none of them related to anyone.
From a profiteering perspective, this is the perfect setup. Each individual, powerless and expendable. Each family shattered. Each nation, replaceable by cheaper varieties, like cattle bred for meat and profits for sale at the farmers’ market.
The globalists have won, and the mortgage is famously paid off when you die, when the bank recoups your house, to sell it on to the next sucker. And even if you do pay off your house before death, inflation will make sure the next buyers will still need a bank loan.
Should you pass your wealth on to your children, the state will claim an inheritance tax, and there is now talk of setting the rate at 100%. They’ll say you didn’t work for your parent’s wealth. But neither did the state officials nor the migrants they’re going to give the money to.
You will own nothing, and you won’t even know what happiness is.
Because religion could no longer play a role in worldly affairs, now dominated by capital—or out of a fear of offending someone—a material science emerged that refuses to even look into spiritual matters, for the tools of the scientific trade can only measure what is visible. Everything else—the soul, the will, the conscious mind, the spirit—is dismissed as superstition.
This scientific atheism, combined with the capitalist state that serves only the rich, has now become the State norm. Although the techno-state and its gospel of eternal economic growth was a freak aberration of history produced by a certain minority influence emanating from the Rhineland of West Germany and the Thames in South-East Britain, this system of human exploitation soon became the model for the Asians, the Africans, the Indians, and everyone else.
Very few tribes exist around the world who haven’t made contact with banks and mortgages. When the banks discovered billions of people without bank accounts, they started pushing for financial inclusion, which is really another scam to rob the African of his hut and lease it back to him until death.
Now you know why they push for diversity and multiculturalism. It’s to bring in the unbanked populations who’ll be required to work for mortgages. The banks, then, and their quantitative money printers, have successfully enslaved humanity, and are on the way of reshaping our destiny into the visions of Moloch.
Everyone ended up hurting themselves in the same way we, Europeans and our descendants, hurt ourselves. We destroyed our spiritual lives. We auctioned off our souls to the lowest bidder. We ended up paying for economic growth with our extinction, as the pressures that career life and two-income households put on families meant our birth rates dwindled.
By the end of this century, the same thing will happen to all migrants coming to the West, and to everyone they still leave behind. They, too, have already fallen for the traps of progress. Lured in by the fantasy of easy women and cheap alcohol, what primitive man can hold on to his senses?
The question, for us, is whether we shall find an opportunity to break free from this banking system, and regain control over our destiny, or whether we surrender now and forever, and have ourselves extinguished for matters of economic efficiency?
To find out, we must row ourselves back to the source. For too long have we been looking ahead, toward the future, toward progress, waiting for Utopia to arrive. And we have thus neglected the wisdom of our ancestors, of our past. It is necessary to reconnect with the ancestral soul, and that means to stop looking ahead, hoping that someday things might get better.
No! Things won’t get better! The road to progress is a fluke, it leads to a dead end. Or as one historian noted, “If we do reach the end of this road to progress, then what?”
Then what! Then we’d realize that spending our brief time on Earth living for 2% of annual economic growth was a silly, meaningless exercise to keep ourselves distracted from the things that really matter. We would see that we are not meant to live as termites, allocated to studio flats stacked a hundred stories high. For what is a termite colony to a lion bumbling by?
I am, of course, referring to spiritual imagery. Have you never wondered why lions, these ferocious kings of the food chain, spend most of their time sleeping and dreaming? And why do the gazelles spend most of their hours grazing, hastily, always looking for more? This is the distinction between living a confident life and an insecure life, between a spiritually driven life, and a life driven by greed.
Notice, then, that the lion remains independent. He doesn’t join the hyenas or the prairie dogs for greater profits. He knows what he is and that he is separate from all others. His pride lands are not the dumping grounds for the world’s unwanted and unloved, nor for the poor and the hungry, but for the willing and the brave alone. And unlike bankers, lions don’t hunt their prey to extinction.
We, people of Europe and our offshoots, have had the life essence squeezed out of us by a global banking system that still devours humankind. Against this, we make our stand.
I foresee a United Europe guided by a single diplomatic mission, supported by our many dozens of nations and hundreds of ethnic groups.
Namely, that we shall say no to Eurabia. We will not submit to Islam.
We say no to Eurasia. We will not submit to Russia.
We say no to Eurafrica. We will not mix with Africans.
We say no to Atlanticism. We will not take orders from Wall Street.
We say yes to a Europe for Europeans who shall wrestle themselves free from all technocratic constraints. We shall do away with the central banking schemes that keep our peoples captives of foolish dreams of progress that never materialize.
Since politics can never unite us, we must unite ourselves under the spiritual banner of a single interpretation of Christianity, namely the one that supports and recognizes our ethnicity, our ancestry, and our many nations. Under a single diplomatic mission, we can then do away with the vote.
To achieve our goal, it will be necessary to build a new leadership cadre, to promote a new fighting nobility willing to win wars for their peoples.
If technocratic bankers built a dam to harness our energy, our ancestral river has now swelled to the point we can breach the dam. Soon, our unchained and unrelenting force shall restore the natural order. We shall put ourselves back in charge.
Our destiny is not determined by monthly payments. We are people, not policies. May our force flood the world like a deluge, and produce vigorous, superior offspring around every corner of the world.
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