We revolt against the modern world but we are still contaminated by it. We were born into, educated by it, and must live and work within it to some degree. We recognise modernity as the problem but we are still surrounded by it and allow it space inside our heads. We are still plagued by modern ways of thinking that go against our European ethos. Our inability to solve modern problems is in part due to our inability to think outside of the modern world and the palatable options it presents to us. We need a return to the ancient, noble and heroic instead of the modern and prosaic.
Thoughts become actions. From actions come habit. From habit comes character and from character comes destiny. We need a return to an older mindset, an older view of the world and reality and a relentlessly aggressive pursuance of our identity.
The modern European man partakes in things like paleo dieting and medieval roleplaying. It’s evidence of a great dissatisfaction with modern life and a yearning for something older but these are nothing more than token gestures, play-acting, a nod towards what we really need. Neither do we need more negative blog articles describing the deprivations of foreign cultures. We don’t need any more white genocide memes. Drink, drugs and chasing girls aren’t filling the void. The European man needs a new mindset. A new worldview. A code of honour. A new faith, to convey him through the death of one world and into the birth of another.
We need to look to our roots. Faith and mission makes man happy in a way that the hedonistic pleasures of a declining civilisation simply do not provide. There is a false duality among the red-pill, that one must either enjoy the decline, or embrace some variety of radical traditionalism. Who says you can’t do both?
Round up a group of men, go out into the wild, do something arduous and then afterwards get drunk and laugh about your adventures. Do things that the soft, weak, modern world regards as madness. We have nothing but disdain for the proles who think we are all equal and that everything is lost.
I talk about visiting the old places not as a history lesson but as a way to reconnect with our warrior past and our noble blood. It’s an attempt to recapture a long-lost mindset, the worldview of our ancestors. They were men who would stand on the beaches to meet their enemies. The European mythos is one of heroes, knights and outlaws, men of bravery and strength, holy quests, princesses, dragons, lost causes, no way out and victories against all odds. Glaring omissions: democracy, politicians and constitutions. Get those ideas out of your head because we are sliding into an era where they will be worthless.
Tear yourselves from the modern world. Get as far away from the awful concrete cities and towns as possible. Immerse yourself in the natural world with all its beauty and danger. Go back in time to a time of kings and armies and the will of God. Go back further yet. Get so far away from the modern world in time and space that you forget what you used to be. Here begins your de-programming.
Hike across the moors and dales. Travel light like a primitive hunting party. Carry a spear. Keep it within arm’s reach at all times, as if danger lurks everywhere. Take the path that others fear to tread. Go to the places that nobody else goes. Find your own sacred groves. Meditate, pray, make it a holy place.
Listen to the wind between the trees and hear what it says to us. Run through the woods and streams. Head up into the mountains. Stand barefoot and feel the soil beneath your feet. That soil is yours. Your ancestors ploughed that soil and bled into it and it is yours. Your are not under any obligation to share it with anybody else and you are not even obliged to explain why. Your only obligation is to defend it.
Look down at the lights of the city beneath you. In that fuzzy glow are soft people who run from danger and hardship. Laugh at them from your mountain. But remember some are looking for men like us, and we should rescue those that we can and lead them towards the light. One day they might stand alongside us.
Build shelters with what Nature has provided you. Gather your men around a fire. Paint your faces black and bid the modern world good night, as if it were an old friend that you know must die. Grasp a spear and swear an oath of loyalty and secrecy to one another. Feast, drink, sleep well. Wake before dawn. Watch the morning sun rise on a new era.
Once you internalise this rejection of the modern world everything else will follow. Thoughts ultimately lead to destiny. You will put away these silly ideas of democracy and constitutions. You will not surrender your destiny to venal politicians or the will of the mob.
There is a higher mission awaiting you than to be held hostage to modernity. Your destiny has been woven for you and is there for you to grasp. The future is not something to be feared or depressed about. Fate has granted us this enemy as a gift, for how else are we to achieve greatness than to defeat a great enemy? Heroes exist to slay dragons. Our destiny is inextricably bound up with those who now seethe within our borders, like Beowulf, who on the eve of battle said ‘Now Grendel and I are called together, and I have come.’ We cannot escape our destiny. The soldier, once committed to combat, must typically defeat the enemy in order to survive. To continue to exist, one must destroy the other.