Bronze Age Mindset

I will draw back the curtain on this Iron Prison and show you where it is you really live…

You bring lion cub into the house, but Aeschylus say, it will become a priest of doom when it reaches age: in nature there is irrepressible force.

May they inhabit us again and give us strength to purify this world of refuse!

Schopenhauer refers with contempt to the people who have their “catalogues of monkeys” and think they understand nature.

It is not taught, nor does it see. It has very primitive nervous system. It knows this somehow “in the blood.”

There is an inherent “intelligence” in side things, uncanny, silent and demonic.

It is the philosophy of life of the tenement and the slum, of the open air work-camp.

This animal felt a noble and persistent sadness, being observed everywhere by the obsequious monkeys, not even monkeys, that were taunting it with stares.

I feel beset by this as an almost erotic irritation that is diffuse, and a great sadness and irritation that I will never know who lived in that building at that window, never see what they saw looking out.

Life is at most basic, struggle for ownership of space.

These substances, seen with fresh eyes, are pure Big Magic.

Its intent is mischievous, and beyond our ability to understand in words.

Only physical beauty is the foundation for a true higher culture of the mind and spirit as well. Only sun and steel will show you the path.

When they say they are atheists, I never believe them: atheists act like Stalin or Brezhnev, not like a Presbyterian schoolmarm.

I have to laugh at the 'secular worldview,' the disenchanted worldview, which is in fact the worldview or mood of the broken peasant farmer.

No great discovery has ever been made by the power of reason.

By removing primal fear—the only kind of awe that drives the many—it injects a toxic mix of complacency, arrogance, brutality, fanaticism that is all just under the surface only so long as times are good.

Science was never meant to be for comfort!

If an impish deity of the lower kind, with which the world is full, some purple goblin with a wicked face showed itself to a pedant in a white coat, the scientist would convince himself he was hallucinating.

Civilizations far more advanced than ours are buried under miles of ash and rock, or under the ice of Antarctica, or were entirely pulverized.

But that part of you that is really you persists even when your intellect is asleep, and would persist even if you experienced total amnesia.

I shudder to think, though, that by this same reasoning the aborted robot life to which the mass of mankind inevitably degenerates in each cycle of civilization also survived, maybe in small communities of “moles,” inside dry hills of limestone.

It’s as if you have a girl you desire, she dies but using Big Magic you reanimate her corpse, put makeup on her, re-teach this zombi to speak, force her to copy all of her old habits, condition her like you would a pigeon to act in ways you remember and that you liked.

Their true ruler is the god of gravity and they are dominated by fears of the future, unspeakable anxieties about money and matter, and importune, brutish behaviors all motivated by need.

How pregnant in meaning that youth and eternity are the same word and idea in these languages!

I see in them the persistent rejuvenation of this same eternal force, that is inside all things.

Such boy perceives what his peers don’t, the conditional and entirely dependent character of life in our age.

This intuition of owned space comes on one very early: with eyes open, it’s like an evil spirit inhabits everything.

The gay underworld was the 'negative' of the new world order, its sieve and pressure valve.

The only ones who survive the modern education “whole,” not to speak of the regime of modern medication, are precisely those in the litter who are born docile.

The hive is noble: the hive can be a work of beauty and order, but the city, the city in its original form, is humanity reduced to a steaming ratpile.

He thought he was opening up a steppe of the spirit, and in the sangha, the brotherhood of disciples and monks, he was re-creating that true secret society of the steppe, the society natural to a man like him, the brotherhood of warriors and the free youths!

The future of Blade Runner is much too optimistic, and even that in Elysium doesn’t approach the true wickedness of our fate if nothing is done.

Western civilization, the European city, is unusual because it is the attempt to preserve free and barbaric life within the confines of the city.

The true environmentalism is racism and has a racial foundation, and in fact the two things, environmentalism and racism, are indistinguishable.

The dwellers of the valleys and tillers of the soil are the prototype for all the modern “bugmen,” don’t be fooled otherwise.

The masses are dazzled by the fridge, the hairdryer, the phone: they live drugged and hypnotized by assurances that the wizards who produce these things are modest engineers.

We reach out with open arms in anticipation of satisfying our desire or delusion, meanwhile nature achieves her secret intention.

I went to troll gay bars with Hitler mustache, and outraged the patrons there with stories of how the National Socialists started out as a gay-rights movement in a basement in Munich, and how this is admirable.

The real world is similar to the apparent, but uncanny, devilish, disordered for us.

But also, if you imagine the pleasure of an animal eating versus the pain and agony of the animal being eaten, you can’t be fooled… you see that suffering exceeds pleasure or happiness in this world, by many magnitudes.

He begins to sense that this hothouse he lives in is the malevolent creation of a demiurge that likes to observe our sufferings, that He and his minions feed on them.

The nerd more than a Thucydides is possessed by infinitely greater mendacity and also vanity, jealousy, spite and pettiness.

I want this chaos, because what I want to bring thrives in it. The continuity of history... it’s the last connection that he had to any sanity. I want a world of psychosis, I want the end of his sanity.

At the lounge, when the bouncer asked me if 'I was on drugs' …and I pushed his forehead away from me in a gesture of majesty and power.

The modern girl, when she pines for the community of the pre-modern extended family imagines that she gets from it the emotional and social support of her female cousins, and a crew of servants in the grandmothers, not the reality…which is utter subjection to the mother-in-law.

The routine humiliations of subjection, the loss of honor, the rare but occasional rapes, the loss of sovereignty means little to such people.

The way of settled life is just this then: to break the youths from early age, to take the boys and caponize them physically, mentally and spiritually.

The free man is a warrior, and only a man of war is a real man.

In your own life you can break their power and ascend to a chaos of joy and destruction.

The physiologically energetic state is the relaxed state. Flesh that is either rigid or loose is spent, but energetic biomatter vibrates in a ready repose.

He said, “Hippocleides you have just danced yourself out of a marriage” …but the answer was “Hippocleides doesn’t care.”

What comes from the blood is best. But it’ s hard to hear this cal l of instinct tod ay , because you’re taught to distrust it.

How worthless the vaunting of these anxious creatures who live on pharmaceuticals, cheap wine, the rancid fart-fumes of status and approval they beg from each other.

Our diddlers are diddlers because they lack all intensity and all faith in themselves and what they do. They’re not even nihilists, they lack all conviction in nihilism too: they just lack intensity, they’re pissed dry.

This is my wealth: my spear and my shield. With this I trample sweet wine from the vine. With this I am called master of serfs.

The ancient life that I describe here, the Bronze Age mindset, is one of complete freedom and power.

The dedication, severity, focus and enthusiasm necessary to sustain true scientific enterprise are forbidden because they make women and weaklings uncomfortable.

Friendship is a social relation of a kind that is beyond all “ethics,” you see, and if you ever think of it in terms of ethics you misunderstand it.

The true foundation of the Bronze Age, of the age of great adventures…such a thing is a matter of the blood and spirit and for those few among you who are suited to it, it should be as easy to recover as the carelessness that comes from filling yourself with the fire of the life-force.

He only ever saw political office as a means to self-overcoming and self-perfection, as a way to turn himself into a living work of art.

He was trying to turn himself into a work of art, his life into a replay of the great motions of the stars, or the secret passion plays of the gods.

Indeed time itself entirely changes when the will is raised up to this height: the warrior in some way can be said to rise outside the stream of events in which we are held like prisoners.

And you see repetitions of this throughout history and even now: among primitives in Sudan, when they become possessed of fears that wandering Jews are spreading penis-modifying bananas, or that shaking hands can destroy your genitalia, or such things.

It’s easier to think we’re ruled by demons than by defectives who would normally be running a smoked-fish stand or running vodka parlors outside Minsk.

It is just biology: it is best for the end and the acme to coincide.

It seemed to the peoples of that time a story of the promise of youth, the beauty and purity of its intentions, extirpated by the old and ugly.

The Church doesn’t want to admit that once Ferdinand and Isabella cleared Spain of the enemies of Christ, God blessed that nation with a century of prosperity and pre-eminence, and gave it the foundation of world-empire.

The great destiny of America had always been the conquest of the Far East and the domination of China, which obsessed the leading minds of that time.

This self-assured sense of who he was made him insanely attractive even to the natives he oppressed and massacred: despite his cruelty, they could n’t help being drawn to his charm, his lofty manner, his outrageous magnificence.

This man understood communism for what it was: the infestation of vermin he was tasked to exterminate, a biological event, not an ideological, political, or historical one.

The coming age of barbarism will not be owned, as so many of you urban cucks fear, by the gangbangers and the unwashed hordes of the teeming cesspools of the world, but by clean-cut middle-class and working-class vets.

The great “Earth Mother,” originally some kind of half-human half-cockroach creature resplendent with horrid eggs like big Amazon centipede….this seeks to re-absorb you.

The state we live in is as repressive as any oriental tyranny.

Women never loved the shopkeeper, the timid merchant with the nasal voice, and no, not even the clockmaker or craftsman.

Those of you who choose this path, if you like this book or the other things I say, should denounce it and disavow me if ever asked about it, and denounce also all other crazy ideas.

Let loose hundreds of tigers, companies of rhinoceros, with strong engine of spirit revving in their deep chests, let them bring the justice of the volcano to this world of trash!

Words like “legitimacy,” “soft power,” “rights,” or, in their time honor, duty, divine right and so on are all delusions meant to distract and obscure men of power from their own strength and aims, and put them in service to someone else.

They fear men of power within the country more than they do any foreign army.

Inside head they have central vacuole full of fluid, no brain.

The memes put a spike of fear in the hearts of all the constipated spooks.

Nationalists must present a healthy alternative to the eternal rule of ugliness in our time: promote nature, beauty, physical fitness, the preservation of high traditions of literature and art.

The purpose of all such “political action” should be the same as memetic samizdat, which is to make the enemy look ridiculous.

Usually a family is the end of a man. This can be both good and bad. But the necessities of caring for a family, and the emotional demands, usually blind him to anything higher.

But a regime of sun and steel is absolutely required, for your mood, your aesthetics, for getting the attention of women and the respect of men, and above all for preparation for struggle and war.

The superior, like the handsome Alexander, exert an almost magical effect that draws others to them.

To gain a true hold on the foundations of this trash-world, a certain group among the right will have to descend in this inferno.

It will be an amazing rush, like when great pterodactyl cryptid bird of prey in Congo is about to swoop down in the night on its target from canopy.

I will draw back the curtain on this Iron Prison and show you where it is you really live…

There is an inherent “intelligence” in side things, uncanny, silent and demonic.

I have to laugh at the 'secular worldview,' the disenchanted worldview, which is in fact the worldview or mood of the broken peasant farmer.

Civilizations far more advanced than ours are buried under miles of ash and rock, or under the ice of Antarctica, or were entirely pulverized.

The nerd more than a Thucydides is possessed by infinitely greater mendacity and also vanity, jealousy, spite and pettiness.

The free man is a warrior, and only a man of war is a real man.

Indeed time itself entirely changes when the will is raised up to this height: the warrior in some way can be said to rise outside the stream of events in which we are held like prisoners.

It is just biology: it is best for the end and the acme to coincide.