Which Way, Western Man?

Which way then, goest thou, Western Man?

Politics is the great technic of Nature. Nature divides the mediocre from those with merit; from those that are skilled and unskilled. It establishes supremacy of the one, over the other – this can be the individual or institution – this natural law ever is, and will be: the one will survive, and one will die. This is Nature’s Law. Politics is, or should be, the greatest of compulsions to emulate, where possible, the rhythms and currents by which nature seeks ever to instruct and guide. The examples are myriad; as students, in this great experiment, we have the ability to seek instruction through the records of the past; we can receive instruction from the various individuals who have had many years bestowed upon them; and finally we have the instruction of common sense, which we utilize on a daily basis. Nature is a part of us, and if we but listen, and recognize that low soft whisper of intelligent reasoning, we shall see our path, clear, and undeniable.

Nature, herself, is not lineal but, rather, rhythmic, flowing as a tree in the wind, bending with the changes in the continuing evolution of the cycle of life. The presentation of this work is in keeping with this cycle. This concept alludes to times and places; to happenings we see passing in the twinkling of an eye – the lineal lacks the subtle rhythm and continuity of the organic growth inherent in the real world that surrounds us; this, the orderly cycle of nature.

The cycle of birth, life, and senility accompany each and every great civilization, not the least of which has been ours – that great family of Indo-Europeans which founded and, still maintains, the greatest living history and working Culture yet experienced on this planet terra. Modern historians however, over the past seventy-five years, have concerned themselves only with this traditional ‘school room’ variety of lineal history, circumscribing the root cause and effect of actions and events that affect civilizations as it affects the individual. Distortion is the inevitable result of failing to address history as a living, breathing, manifestation of life: Culture itself, becomes ambiguous.

The lineal portrayal of history leaves our vision of the past distorted, ambiguous. These many, and diverse pictures, delivered in sequence, numbered, dated, and clouded by time, leaves us confused; the simple enormity of historical data simply boggles the mind. These clouded perceptions have been handed down to us by well intentioned authors of history but, limited by design and the seemingly chaotic, unpredictable value of chance, have delivered to us only half the product. For the most part, these authors have failed to recreate, for the most part, such events and situations that would take into account the very essence of the Age and Civilization of which they study. With the few exceptions of Spengler, Yockey, Adams, and Gibbons there has been little or no attempts at this recreation of history that would define our Western Culture, that is, the Race, if we say this a million times over, that is the creative force behind all that we know; it is the organism which pumps the blood into the body to continue life. Without this understanding, History, and all its various forms of philosophy, ethics, and the ancient value placed upon the present, and its reporting, would be a dead thing, it becomes, as with all dead sciences, simply a ‘specialization of content’.

Visions and perceptions of our life seen, albeit dimly, have surpassed our wildest imaginations while confounding, at times, our most able scholars. These men search, they study, they become redundant with historical fact, dates, and actions mimicked by those before them. The living organism of the race-culture defies their assaults, precisely because they fail to acknowledge the very nature of organic life: a root, a purpose, a people. Too what do we owe the living reminder of the past – to the monuments, the living literary achievements, the art? This, all this, was left to us by a People. Our People! To the Fathers and Mothers who created us, we, you and I, are but their extension; we represent their lives, their presence, in our own destiny. In the coming and going, each of us tell of that small, yet significant story; the seed for our children. This people have their manifestations of God, of Life, of Religion, and a definite vision of the world – it is our distinctive volksgeist – that was made manifest by, and for the race-culture. This was their creation. It was intended, as a matter of course, to be seen and utilized by their children, their Posterity; it was to prepare and perpetuate their kind in a progressive setting – both in the present and the future. It was to carry on the life cycle of the Original birth. This, a living history that will outlast time itself. The visions of our ancient life survive as history to us – it is the continuation of the present presence of our past. Only through an understanding of Life, and its organic application, can history have any true significance to us who, at this moment, are but the living history of our tomorrow.

With the Rise of the West, we acknowledge our history – no longer afraid, guilty, or misguided as to its past, present, or its future. We have left the Modern, we, the Sons and Daughters of our gods have realized the ancient symbols of our present, and see it as our gift, our legacy, and our salvation. The symbolic metaphor of birth, of creation, of Life itself – our Life – will be that which we are to pass on, that extension of ourselves. Our future, truly, and irrevocably, depends upon ‘blood and soil’ – not concrete and glass. It depends, and will ever depend, upon understanding who we are, and to that essence of nobility, which makes us more than what, is termed, common; it obliges us to obey duty and honor. The opposite, that of the Modern’s understanding, is the ‘value’ of words for their own sake, and that of the lie of equality, not under the law, but in the natural, harmonious, legitimate ‘diversity’ which does, truly, exist in nature, much to the disappointment of the Modern.

The greatest achievement, as seen by many, of this Western Culture, has been the never-ending search for truth. Not by the various forms of governments, or rulers, wherever they may be, but by those peculiar and special individuals that form the essence of the entire race-culture. It is to these few, to the men and women of vision, that we owe the Laurel Wreath of victory. Yet, for these same ‘moderns’, the continuous thread of the life-blood of this culture has been diminished, for they acknowledge not the ‘spirit’ nor the soul, of those who are born with that essence which makes them stand above the rest. They see, but will not believe. They refuse to acknowledge the driving, sometimes brutal force used to make all this a reality. They seek to change it, to mold it for the mediocre – as if the mediocre could ever hope to hold it! The West, however, has risen without him.

The Rise of the West* is a living certainty. You, dear reader, are a part of it. Whatever the part, play it well. Destiny serves no master – it is mastery. Each one is a part of the total; from the Halls of the past, you are, still, the greatest of monuments: you are the living history of the greatest age to be seen since the dawn of man. Too you, belong the questions. Too you, belong the answers. The Rise of the West depends on you; do not fail in your attempts to create.