Revolution and Kinetic Hearts
Things that cannot be unseen inevitably build rage in Men.
My bestseller The Nine Laws is very clear:
Always follow truth where it leads you in the dark.
This is good, and beautiful, and true.
It’s good because it produces utility in direct proportion to your desire for reality. It’s beautiful because it brings disciplined readers towards light and understanding.
It’s true because Don’t lie has always been the command of God.
Heaven does not reward Men who adhere to illusion in their affairs, whether in statecraft, relationships, business, or war.
Seeing things you can’t unsee is part of growing up, after all. It’s where wisdom and experience come from, and ultimately the human experience is about recognizing truth and living with it.
You are going to die.
That’s one truth, regardless how hard the transhumanists fetishize their ideals.
Never trust the ruling power.
That’s another truth, for we know that Men are possessed of their ever-present natures. Among those natures are fear, weakness, and stupidity in all their affairs, and government is the head from which the fish incessantly and naturally rots.
But what happens as you develop this habit, this discipline, this forward effort of resolve to pursue truth in the dark? To search and see things you cannot unsee, and thereby know and understand reality to the best of your ability?
With full cruelty in the dreadful discipline it requires?
Well, if you’re a monk, it’s not such a problem. You’re in your monastery, or atop the mountain like the archetypal white-bearded master, contemptuous and divorced from the trials of the common man.
That divorce from worldly attachments extends towards the foul behaviors of the ruling power, for of what use are politics, economics, and social affairs to the denizens of the high temple?
That’s called both vanity and pride, and we know where those mortal errors lead.
When warriors enter the monastery, the slaughter is terrible.
Reality is what it is. One of the saddest realities is that the stupidities, weaknesses and fears that rule the common man are heightened in those who believe they can not only create an ivory tower, but also prevent the entry of murderous troops.
Ninja understand there are no boundaries in the dark world.
You cannot play games with existential power.
You are all in, or you are outside as a spectator.
False posture is the heart of stragglers, who are inevitably shot in war.
Make no mistake that the struggle for global power is a death march!
And this brings us to the point of today’s post.
When men apply discipline to sacred purpose, sworn to embody truth within the dark, and to uphold conscience, freedom, and dignity regardless of their terror of the State;
When men say No parley, no quarter to evil in all its forms, and refuse to negotiate with the Adversary despite his blandishments and false promises of putting them down for “later” consumption;
When men decide that life is worth living, and worth fighting for, too;
The things they see in the dark and cannot unsee fill them with rage.
Toppled statues, desecrated heritage smashing to the ground under the ropes of ignorant and baying fools who want you liquidated.
Insane degenerates, ridiculous and crazed, plowing your organizations and institutions and States into horrendous doctrines and dogmas of collapse.
Incompetent satraps, placed in high position with neither wisdom nor experience, who spread dullness, apathy, and incompetent, incoherent incapacity.
Does this not fill you with rage?
Trillions upon trillions of your national wealth, printed and squandered, burned away with giggled nonsense driven by lie after lie after lie.
Despair and misery, infected and inflicted, instilled as poisonous extermination in young men and women who never even had a chance to know the joy of life.
Colossal stupidity, appalling weakness, and riveted fear from those who are intelligent enough to see, but lack the bravery to face this reality and act.
Recently a platform where I post Company reports and Substack links advised me that their moderators were troubled.
A member of the mod team recently removed a few of your posts, and we had a quick discussion about your posting. Some thought your posts about militancy and future events were too provocative and thus inappropriate.
What happens when men place physical, intellectual, spiritual discipline above the state of being weak, stupid, and afraid for the stability of an ivory tower?
In my experience, your posts have been within guidelines and I have not seen a need to moderate them. My hope is that after our team’s discussion, our moderation will be applied consistently and clearly going forward.
I hope this helps you continue contributing your insights.
Understand what it means when you burn your safe ships of illusion on the shore, throw away the scabbard of fear and hesitancy, and stride inland with the tread of the militant:
You are a dangerous man speaking dangerous ideas, and it has tested our understanding and application of the rules.
That testing is how men find the boundaries they have imposed on their conscience, freedom, and dignity.
Acceptance of danger is what separates the monk from the warrior.
Monks do not save nations.
Warriors follow truth where it leads them in the dark.
And the rage you feel, the fury that grips you in the dark as you witness these realities gnashing and moving closer, creates kinetic demand in the heart.
You wish to fight, to smash, to above all things raise a black flag in rightful anger and prerogative as a Man to overthrow the treasons and crimes and horrors that creep with deep and disgusting monstrosity upon your community, your culture, your civilization! For you know deliberate attacks are real.
How tawdry it is, for the legacy of Greece and Rome and Europe to collapse under suicidal, bearded pigs in smeared and painted faces, with infectious and stinking holes where their organs once were!
For the dignity of high civilization to be plundered by locusts who pretend to enlightenment, bloviating in hypocrisy about “rules based order” while their ten thousand upon ten thousand bombs and sanctions and depredations continue.
For the freedom of your descendants to be strangled and shot in the womb, like the millions of other embryonic individuals dismembered and torn apart in sacrifice to selfish convenience and ideology;
For your conscience to be denied, tortured with prod after prod, tormented by both your own fury and your self-hatred at failure to get up and walk!
Yes, this brings and heralds revolution.
That, or complete subjugation and death.
It’s unfortunate that you don’t really have another choice.
You will submit or you will fight.
And herein is where we come in, the men of the Movement and I, as deliberate vanguard of capacity, coherence, and competence in this Age of Militants amidst the Third World War.
We are not a Party or a Church.
We are the Company.
We proselytize neither violence nor crimes.
Such things are unnecessary, for the avalanche of collapse is both clearly recognizable and fully unstoppable in all its horror.
It cannot be diverted nor avoided.
It cannot be redirected into safety nor delayed for your comfort.
The army is at your gates, and they have mindless murder in their heart and hand.
You cannot negotiate with the avalanche.
You must see this truth in the dark so clearly you never unsee it.
Yet as both God the ninja know, despair is not forgivable.
There is always a gap.
The way forward is to drop your fear, brother, and also see that you are not alone.
This road of survival, momentum, and triumph leads through the Three Gates and you must pass through them upon it, with eyes up and forward in the dark:
Manhood, war, and salvation.
How is this done?
How can you survive?
I give you this, from The Nine Laws:
Many years ago I stood in a hot rural field in southwestern Ohio with scores of other people who were gathered to listen to the teaching of a very rare type of man. He was a senior master teacher from one of the last ninjutsu ryū remaining alive in the world. For more than thirty years this middle aged Japanese man had been a devoted practitioner of the darkest and deadliest arts known to man.
I had a burning question. And I was able to ask him that day in the hot sun as he sat cross legged in front of us all:
What can one do when one is faced with impossible odds? When there are too many of them, when the adversary before you is greater in power and experience and you cannot possibly win? What can be done when it is hopeless?
He became very serious. He leaned forward, giving me his earnest and complete attention and his voice was firm and rang across the green field as he spoke:
“You must live.”
He went on to explain:
“The only way to victory when death is certain against impossible odds is to believe with all your heart and being that you must live. You cannot focus on what the danger represents to your body. You must focus on your imperative to live –for your family, for your nation, for your faith.”
Today it is your very existence that is at stake.
Stupidity will not protect you.
Today it is your heritage and descendants and legacy that face liquidation.
Weakness will not secure you mercy.
Today it is your conscience, freedom, and dignity as a Man that you betray, if you refuse to reach into your mind and heart and bring hands forward in the vanguard.
Cease to act from fear, brother.
We men of Throne Dynamics, we who raise the Standard of the Company and declare sacred purpose with fealty, cruelty, and majesty are well on the Way.
Our new dawn has grand rising, and it is beautiful to see in the dark.
Your raw human capital is measurable and real!
But your hour grows late, and you cannot any longer straggle.
Build, fight, and lead with us!
Join the Movement, and let your rage turn to results.
It is good, beautiful, and true to march against evil.
Get up and walk.
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