The West’s darkest hour: Daybreak

For me, that goal is Nietzschean: the creation of a perfected, god-like white race that will give meaning and purpose to this godless, meaningless universe.

….........................................................................................—Greg Johnson

Chechar is taking a long break and will be back after an uncertain, but certainly long period as the real life needs some attention now.

Regarding the latest posts, isn’t it extraordinary that after so many decades the events exposed by Solzhenitsyn are still concealed from the general public? For decades Hollywood and the TV have bombarded us with images of mass deportations of Jews into Nazi ghettos while at the same time we get zero images of the hundreds of thousands of Russians extradited by Allied forces right into the hands of the Soviet executioners—and zero images too depicting the disproportionate amount of Jews involved in Red Terror.

After World War II our souls, morals and worldviews have been so corrupted by this propaganda that it has become increasingly difficult to look at 20th-century history without a major soul-surgery. In prison Solzhenitsyn underwent such surgery, as described in the most moving pages of his Gulag. After moulting off his exuviated soul Solzhenitsyn could finally understand that the sphere of the sociopolitical realm could only be comprehended by developing the inner self.

Similarly, my soul ripened from suffering as described in Whispering Leaves, part of it published in my web page. The journey to understand the dark night of our age drove me to search for traces of the divine in the most obvious yet—under the sky of liberalism—concealed places. When I was nineteen I discovered what today I interpret as artistic images of our beloved wives and lovely daughters.

Why am I leaving Parrish’s Daybreak in the masthead during my break? Because saving our people from extinction is essentially a spiritual battle. While it is true that in this age of treason we must fight back in the spirit of Roman severitas, as seen at the very bottom of this blog, to win the battle over the West’s darkest midnight we must rediscover that only the eternal feminine would lead us to the Absolute.

What in America could still be seen in the 1940s, exemplified in Maxfield Parrish’s paintings—Caucasian beauty, especially Aryan beauty and those women with the most delicate facial features—... that is the crown of the evolution! Presently, however, the magic of that beauty cannot be seen in our decadent culture.

Americans had these paintings at their homes, especially Daybreak: Parrish’s masterpiece. The girls were surrounded by paradisiacal worlds with mountains at the horizon, like those in Finland; near a beach and at dawn light, always with the Leitmotif of the nymphs on the foreground. Any truly emergent man who has watched the films Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice, both based on novels by Jane Austen, will see what I mean.

When I recorded one of my subtitled videos about another film, The Lord of the Rings I had in mind a woman, Éowyn in the capital of Rohan, with those torn sentences coming from an eight-string fiddle, typical of Norwegian folklore. In that video I said that contemplating Éowyn at the top of the city of Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld was a numinous experience; that it transcended eroticism and took me onto a divine plane.

So this is what pains me the most: that it’s fashionable among whites—even among the Germanic people—not to breed anymore. Mixed marriages with Neanderthaloid primitives are now tolerated, as it is to import millions of Mestizos, Muslims, Asians and Negroes into Europe and the United States. And if we consider that blondness is the result of a recessive gene, that if the two parents are not blonde they cannot transmit it to the next generation, we are talking about... I’d dare to call it the sin against life’s Holy Ghost.