Facing the Despair

If you can separate yourself from the mind’s desire to escape and push away everything designed to help you escape, you are faced with overwhelming despair. The road ahead of the American Founding Stock is long and unforgiving. For some, it may be too much. Too daunting. How can you stop the Titanic from hitting the iceberg after it already hit the iceberg? What chances do the Founding Stock really have at taking back their country? How can you stop the bleeding, let alone turn the ship back in time?

Many among the Founding Stock don’t even want to be seen as American anymore. They’d rather accept the enemy’s framing of being White and put their lot in with some Last Alliance of the Aryan races. American for many in the world mean fat, obese black women now. If you ignore the blacks and the millions of immigrants that have sunk the Founding Stock share of the United States from 90% to 58% as of 2020, it doesn’t get any better. What share of that 58% truly share your views? You have to assume at least half buy into the enemy’s doctrines. That group is full of the mindfucked and deformed. People who have been demoralized by the kingdom of darkness and hate their own kind.

You turn next to the other half. Much of this portion probably holds views much closer to the enemy than to you. How many true believers and fighting men do you have on your side? How many masters of technics, industry, and politics? How many represent the boomers or the consumerist American stereotype? Old, overweight, and sick? When you really look at just how many you have on your side, you have no choice but to face the despair. Is what before us what Oswald Spengler prophesied at the end of his book, Man and Technics?

“We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.” -Oswald Spengler

Is that the best you can hope for? To prove yourself thoroughbred and wellborn? To get your honorable end? I bid you to face this despair. Look it dead in the eyes. Get comfortable with it. Feel whatever it is you have to feel. Spengler’s prophecy may come true yet, but you must as if you’ve never heard his words. You must put courage in your heart and strive for excellence, against all odds.

Face the despair. The reality that your race is in no position to save itself. That the vast majority of your race has given up. At least half of your race has betrayed the blood. Many more have become mindFUCKED by the kingdom of darkness. They’re in no position to fight. They have no skills or power. Many of the ones that do have some skills are closer to the enemy than they are to their own blood.

Face the despair. Feel whatever it is you have to feel and then, let it pass over you. Get comfortable with the idea that you are going to die. How you meet that end is on you. You can grow old and die without ever taking part in this fight. You can find yourself crucified in defeat. You can earn yourself eternal renown. All your best efforts may fail. God has decided how it will end. Your move is to get comfortable with it. Get comfortable with meeting your end. Imagine it. How will you die? How do you want to die? Do not be a victim to time. Do you want to die in some hospital attached to a machine? Do you want to go down fighting? Imagine how you will die. Spend time visualizing it.

Once you have spent enough time thinking about your end. How you want your life to end, it will be time to develop contempt for it. Contempt for death. Your death should not be considered when choosing your path. It should be scorned. You should know in your heart how you will die. Thought on it is worthless because it doesn’t matter.

What matters is how you lived. How your descendants will remember you. How did you leave your mark on the world? How have you turned the wheel of mankind? Where did you fall in your pursuit of the Great Work? Look past the despair and your death to the long road ahead of our people. If you are soon to be overwhelmed by numbers, make yourself so menacing that your enemies will be forced to believe only a God could bring you down. It’s the warriors who will take this path. Who will test their ideas against nature and should they find victory, be given eternal renown. They will make history.

What will these men choose to be remembered as?  Will they reclaim the title of their ancestors, to once again remind the world what an American is? Will they revert to some prior understanding of their race as Anglo, Scot, or Saxon? Will they choose some new name for themselves as their Great Task created a new race for a new cycle of civilization? It will be up to these men to decide.