Long ago, when national sovereignty was threatened, men would rally together to drive back any invading force seeking to conquer their homeland; answering the call to protect their nation and people. This was true for all nations the world over - and for most, still is.
However, the men of the West have been become docile and weak - and now easily succumb to the effluvium cast upon them by hands of adversaries unseen in their midst.
And now history repeats itself once again: another invading force marching into the Westerner's sphere. This time, however, instead of fighting back the invaders, our people make the spectacle of laying themselves prostrate in-front of the incoming army, offering everything up to them.
However, the men of the West have been become docile and weak - and now easily succumb to the effluvium cast upon them by hands of adversaries unseen in their midst.
And now history repeats itself once again: another invading force marching into the Westerner's sphere. This time, however, instead of fighting back the invaders, our people make the spectacle of laying themselves prostrate in-front of the incoming army, offering everything up to them.
What was the causation which led to this point in time, where man has become fettered, only able to stand idly by while his nation is stolen out from under him; his women taken as prize by the invader; the light of the younger generation's future flickering out, increasingly surrounded by the encroaching darkness which threatens to snuff it out forever?
"Across the plains come drifts of sand
From graves of water and tombs of man
The hollow weight of history
Desiccated and blowing free"[1]
From graves of water and tombs of man
The hollow weight of history
Desiccated and blowing free"[1]
Some will say it was due to the overwhelming strength of the enemy; others, the incompetence of those who were given power. Others yet will say it was due to an outside agent acting as traitor in our midst. Whilst these hypotheses have their merit, they would not be completely correct.
The real cause - the reason for the collapse of Empires - is the decline of man's spirit and the racial soul.
Before civilization was built, the earliest of our ancestors to walk this Earth sought only to survive. Each day was a battle for food, shelter from the elements, clothing to stay warm, and the duty of protecting family, tribe, and village. This way of life left no room for weakness within man, and those that failed to overcome this struggle perished.
At the end of his lifespan, a man should have completed the power process[2] throughout his life (goal, effort, achievement of goal), and have achieved all that was capable of himself. He should have met his wife, raised a healthy generation of children, instilling into them his values - the same values of the tribe. His children will have given him grandchildren, of which his wisdom will be passed down to. He will have served the tribe, knowing that through which time will see the continuation of positive growth of his own offspring and his people.
A man was also in full control of his destiny in this state, free to forge his own path in the power process towards attaining a higher state of being - each generation building on the wisdom, discoveries, and technologies of the previous generation. The collective of these men and women would form families; families into tribes; tribes formed into villages; villages into regions; finally, regions into nations. Over millennia, these people belonging to the same ancestral root stock would have finally established a territory steeped in the history of the race (a variation of the root stock).
The real cause - the reason for the collapse of Empires - is the decline of man's spirit and the racial soul.
Before civilization was built, the earliest of our ancestors to walk this Earth sought only to survive. Each day was a battle for food, shelter from the elements, clothing to stay warm, and the duty of protecting family, tribe, and village. This way of life left no room for weakness within man, and those that failed to overcome this struggle perished.
At the end of his lifespan, a man should have completed the power process[2] throughout his life (goal, effort, achievement of goal), and have achieved all that was capable of himself. He should have met his wife, raised a healthy generation of children, instilling into them his values - the same values of the tribe. His children will have given him grandchildren, of which his wisdom will be passed down to. He will have served the tribe, knowing that through which time will see the continuation of positive growth of his own offspring and his people.
A man was also in full control of his destiny in this state, free to forge his own path in the power process towards attaining a higher state of being - each generation building on the wisdom, discoveries, and technologies of the previous generation. The collective of these men and women would form families; families into tribes; tribes formed into villages; villages into regions; finally, regions into nations. Over millennia, these people belonging to the same ancestral root stock would have finally established a territory steeped in the history of the race (a variation of the root stock).
Within this territory the race has formed its cradle of destiny, forming its hereditary Moirai.
In this cradle rests the commonalities required for a nation - a common genetic heritage; a wellspring from which flows the nation's language, customs, mental and physical traits, their moral constitution, spiritual beliefs, institutions, and in the final stages, their arts. These physical and psychological traits form the national character, a soul which is as unchanging as the anatomy of the race itself. Within the arts dwells the pinnacle of racial expression, as the racial soul permeates all internal and external manifestations. Architecture, sculpture, painting, literature, music, poetry, theatre, and, if time allows, the development and refinement of the sciences.
Whilst I plan to eventually go into all of the above in detail, we will for now focus on the last stage of racial maturity: the arts.
With the race's triumph over the elements, beast, and necessity, civilization has now arisen. A collective of similar peoples being akin to an organism, the birth of civilization is the organism's maturity into adulthood, having passed the trials of youth and adolescence. Having been formed from the harsh forces of nature, man is generally in a stronger state of being, with a clearer head on his shoulders, caring for what's needed and caring not for what's superfluous. As long as each generation is vigilant in passing down its core values to the next, the civilization will thrive.
In this cradle rests the commonalities required for a nation - a common genetic heritage; a wellspring from which flows the nation's language, customs, mental and physical traits, their moral constitution, spiritual beliefs, institutions, and in the final stages, their arts. These physical and psychological traits form the national character, a soul which is as unchanging as the anatomy of the race itself. Within the arts dwells the pinnacle of racial expression, as the racial soul permeates all internal and external manifestations. Architecture, sculpture, painting, literature, music, poetry, theatre, and, if time allows, the development and refinement of the sciences.
Whilst I plan to eventually go into all of the above in detail, we will for now focus on the last stage of racial maturity: the arts.
With the race's triumph over the elements, beast, and necessity, civilization has now arisen. A collective of similar peoples being akin to an organism, the birth of civilization is the organism's maturity into adulthood, having passed the trials of youth and adolescence. Having been formed from the harsh forces of nature, man is generally in a stronger state of being, with a clearer head on his shoulders, caring for what's needed and caring not for what's superfluous. As long as each generation is vigilant in passing down its core values to the next, the civilization will thrive.
"The bones of beasts and the bones of kings
Become dust in the wake of the hymn
Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall
No more than a breath on the wind"[3]
Become dust in the wake of the hymn
Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall
No more than a breath on the wind"[3]
However, as soon as laxity is introduced and a people fail to fulfill this duty, weakness is formed - a crack in the looking-glass which eventually shatters the reflection it holds. Rome was powerful, prosperous, and in a state of positive growth when every citizen lived and breathed Rome. As long as the racial soul remained healthy and free of corruption, Rome was an Empire. It wasn't until Romans became lax, letting in and mixing with racial outsiders (even when they were of the same ancient parentage), people that had no history or fervor for the glory of Rome, but only for the luxuries that Rome offered, that Rome exploded with vice, decadence, and derision that an Empire came to a collapse.
It is in these final stages of a civilization where the arts more than anything else increase in continued development, where the germs of collapse and decline are already borne. As civilization progresses, man's participation in the power process is minimized; that being goals essential for day-to-day life are stripped from him - leaving him with less to accomplish, and thus less participation in the power process leads him feeling bored, demoralized, and frustrated. It is in this stage that man may now spend more time fulfilling surrogate activities, which are non-essential goals he may set up to fulfill. These are activities which are not pertinent to immediate survival, such as studying plant or animal life, music, poetry, etc. However, before we move further, we need to make a comparison.
Primitive man valued strength, faith, and family - living his life in a militaristic manner, with his years consisting of daily tasks which further the life goals of survival, reproduction, and passing down an inheritance (wisdom, knowledge, and technology) to his progeny. It is in his later years, when his days are near their end and frailty prevents him from fulfilling the primary goals and duties that were once his but have now become the responsibility of his offspring, where he now has time for secondary goals, or surrogate activities.
In contrast, a man in a highly civilized society has more leisure time for the pursuit of surrogate activities, allowing for the further refinement of civilization – and at an ever quickening rate as primary goals are easier to attain and the autonomy required to achieve them is removed. However, these surrogate activities generally do not fully satisfy man. As leisure increases, decadence always follows, and consequently morality decreases. The arts of a people therefore reflect the health of a society. As long as the arts reinforce the founding values, moral constitution, spiritual beliefs, etc., and edify the racial soul of the people, their civilization will continue to last. However, if decadence makes its way into the arts (over-extravagance and superfluous use of language in literature; degeneration and perversion of the visual arts; effeminization of poetry and music, etc.), then collapse is assuredly around the bend. [4]
It is in these final stages of a civilization where the arts more than anything else increase in continued development, where the germs of collapse and decline are already borne. As civilization progresses, man's participation in the power process is minimized; that being goals essential for day-to-day life are stripped from him - leaving him with less to accomplish, and thus less participation in the power process leads him feeling bored, demoralized, and frustrated. It is in this stage that man may now spend more time fulfilling surrogate activities, which are non-essential goals he may set up to fulfill. These are activities which are not pertinent to immediate survival, such as studying plant or animal life, music, poetry, etc. However, before we move further, we need to make a comparison.
Primitive man valued strength, faith, and family - living his life in a militaristic manner, with his years consisting of daily tasks which further the life goals of survival, reproduction, and passing down an inheritance (wisdom, knowledge, and technology) to his progeny. It is in his later years, when his days are near their end and frailty prevents him from fulfilling the primary goals and duties that were once his but have now become the responsibility of his offspring, where he now has time for secondary goals, or surrogate activities.
In contrast, a man in a highly civilized society has more leisure time for the pursuit of surrogate activities, allowing for the further refinement of civilization – and at an ever quickening rate as primary goals are easier to attain and the autonomy required to achieve them is removed. However, these surrogate activities generally do not fully satisfy man. As leisure increases, decadence always follows, and consequently morality decreases. The arts of a people therefore reflect the health of a society. As long as the arts reinforce the founding values, moral constitution, spiritual beliefs, etc., and edify the racial soul of the people, their civilization will continue to last. However, if decadence makes its way into the arts (over-extravagance and superfluous use of language in literature; degeneration and perversion of the visual arts; effeminization of poetry and music, etc.), then collapse is assuredly around the bend. [4]
"Spectres and gods adrift in the wild, mournful wind
Vast cycles unfold across the span of æons
Colossal keeps consumed and left as burial mounds
And even stars will fade into empyrean shrouds"[5]
Vast cycles unfold across the span of æons
Colossal keeps consumed and left as burial mounds
And even stars will fade into empyrean shrouds"[5]
When a people have reached the state where peace & safety is taken for granted, and the necessities for survival are not only met, but have risen to such a level where comfort is achieved, the military virtues which built and maintained the civilization begin to atrophy, and material well-being begins to breed egoism and mammonism. Ideals and virtues which built and held the nation together are abdicated to the State officials and administrators, and are subsequently lost on the next generation. Though they may make verbal gestures of the old values, the words are nothing but empty husks, themselves having no real understanding of the values of the words they use. Eventually, no one - not even the officials - hold the values required to prevent the downward spiral to collapse.
The people, now with virtues lying dormant and vices in bloom, no longer possess the ideal of their ancestors - the greatness and continued positive development of their progeny, their nation. Listless and rootless, the people are now at the mercy of invading or immigrating forces with a strong ideal, and the nation becomes an immense caravansary, and no longer the nation of the founding race. Whilst for a time it may still appear to be alive, the nation is like an animated corpse - it appears to be alive, but its soul has long been dead.
The people, now with virtues lying dormant and vices in bloom, no longer possess the ideal of their ancestors - the greatness and continued positive development of their progeny, their nation. Listless and rootless, the people are now at the mercy of invading or immigrating forces with a strong ideal, and the nation becomes an immense caravansary, and no longer the nation of the founding race. Whilst for a time it may still appear to be alive, the nation is like an animated corpse - it appears to be alive, but its soul has long been dead.
"In ashen vaults, on parchment scrolls
The echoed verses state soft the toll:
"In the wake, all is dust"[6]
The echoed verses state soft the toll:
"In the wake, all is dust"[6]
The racial soul is no more, its permeating values and psychological traits which was centuries in acquiring has been lost in a short amount of time. Their dissociation of their racial soul and higher virtues is eventually replaced by a mercantile soul and vice. Decadence and egoism becomes commonplace within the society, whilst those he still hold the great founding qualities of their race are ignored or mocked. Foreign races are soon allowed in, and this is almost always the final death-knell. The founding race soon finds itself a minority in its own homeland.
Those who have safeguarded their racial soul and kept vigilant depart to start anew. The old society will sustain itself on the dust of old gods for a time, decadent and egocentric ; soon this amalgamation of the races will descend into the abyss and the civilization they inherited and mimicked for a short while will collapse. The heights of what once was, desiccated and swallowed by the great maw of time, and empty halls sing a hollow fall as the winds of the earth blow over its tomb.
Those who have safeguarded their racial soul and kept vigilant depart to start anew. The old society will sustain itself on the dust of old gods for a time, decadent and egocentric ; soon this amalgamation of the races will descend into the abyss and the civilization they inherited and mimicked for a short while will collapse. The heights of what once was, desiccated and swallowed by the great maw of time, and empty halls sing a hollow fall as the winds of the earth blow over its tomb.
For the life of a people, its institutions, beliefs, and arts are only the visible expressions of its invisible soul. For a people to transform these things, it must first transform its soul; to enable it bequeath its civilization to another people, it would be necessary that it should also bequeath its soul. History has taught us this is not possible. The soul of a people is hereditary, and only heredity can alter heredity.
"Brothers forced another way
A breach was sealed but a host was torn, raised this wall only to fall
Bones ground into sands of the shore
A voice reborn and a voice was shorn, the vice of centuries of life
Must we make this sacrifice?"[7]
A breach was sealed but a host was torn, raised this wall only to fall
Bones ground into sands of the shore
A voice reborn and a voice was shorn, the vice of centuries of life
Must we make this sacrifice?"[7]
This article was greatly inspired by, above all, the great Charles-Marie Gustave Le Bon, and thus I will close leaving the last passage to him:
"The life of a people and all the manifestations of its civilization are merely the reflection of its soul, the visible signs of something invisible but very real. Exterior events are only the apparent surface of the hidden framework by which they are determined.
"It is neither chance nor exterior circumstances, and still less political institutions, that play the fundamental role in the history of a people. It is more especially the character of a people that fashions its destiny.
"The various elements of the civilization of a people being only the outwards signs of its mental constitution, the expression of certain modes of feeling and thinking peculiar to a people, these elements cannot be transmitted unchanged to peoples of a different mental constitution : all that can be transmitted is the exterior, superficial, and unimportant forms."[8]
"The life of a people and all the manifestations of its civilization are merely the reflection of its soul, the visible signs of something invisible but very real. Exterior events are only the apparent surface of the hidden framework by which they are determined.
"It is neither chance nor exterior circumstances, and still less political institutions, that play the fundamental role in the history of a people. It is more especially the character of a people that fashions its destiny.
"The various elements of the civilization of a people being only the outwards signs of its mental constitution, the expression of certain modes of feeling and thinking peculiar to a people, these elements cannot be transmitted unchanged to peoples of a different mental constitution : all that can be transmitted is the exterior, superficial, and unimportant forms."[8]
Footnotes:
[1, 3, 5, 6, 7]. - Passages from Caladan Brood's "Wild Autumn Wind" and "To Walk the Ashes of Dead Empires".
[2]. Power Process as described in "Industrial Society and Its Future" by Theodore Kaczynski.
[3]. As mentioned in Stoic philosophy, best surmised within Lucius Annaeus Seneca's letters to Lucilius.
[8]. From "The Psychology of Peoples" by Gustave Le Bon
[1, 3, 5, 6, 7]. - Passages from Caladan Brood's "Wild Autumn Wind" and "To Walk the Ashes of Dead Empires".
[2]. Power Process as described in "Industrial Society and Its Future" by Theodore Kaczynski.
[3]. As mentioned in Stoic philosophy, best surmised within Lucius Annaeus Seneca's letters to Lucilius.
[8]. From "The Psychology of Peoples" by Gustave Le Bon