Parting Word

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.