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Order of Nine Angles - River Redlake

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Composed by Christos Beest

Using a traditional blade, 17-year-old Yamaguchi assassinates politician Asanuma in Tokyo, 1960

[caption id="attachment_1058" align="aligncenter" width="500"] On 12 October 1960, the 17-year-old extreme right-wing student Otoya Yamaguchi kills the socialist politician Inejiro Asanuma with a sword during a speech in Tokyo.[/caption]

The photo was taken directly after Yamaguchi stabbed Asanuma and is seen here attempting a second stab though he is restrained before that happens. Otoya Yamaguchi was member of a right-wing ultranationalist Japanese group. Inejiro Asanuma was leader of the socialist party in Japan. He was unusual in postwar Japan for his forceful advocacy of socialism, and his support of the Chinese Communist Party was particularly controversial.

Asanuma was assassinated during a televised political debate for the coming elections for the House of Representatives. While Asanuma spoke from the lectern at Tokyo’s Hibiya Hall, Yamaguchi rushed onstage and ran his yoroidōshi (a traditional samurai sword) through Asanuma’s ribs on the left side, killing him. Japanese television company NHK was video recording the debate for later transmission and the tape of Asanuma’s assassination was shown many times to millions of viewers.

Footage of the incident was captured live by a Japanese television company. The picture was taken at about 0:27 in the slow-motion video. You can even see the flash of the camera and the pose the assassin strikes in the photograph as everyone rushes toward him. He got pushed or dragged, so even though he enters from the right, in this picture of the second stab attempt he is on the left a few seconds later. Here’s a helpful diagram.

The killer, Otoya Yamaguchi, was a member of a group which, among other things, wished to get rid of Western influence and restore Japan’s traditional culture. He chose a weapon that was fitting his purpose, and that meant getting up close and attacking with complete conviction, knowing full well that there was no way he would be getting away.

Less than three weeks after the assassination, while being held in a juvenile detention facility, Yamaguchi mixed a small amount of tooth paste with water and wrote on his cell wall: “Seven lives for my country. Long live His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor!”. Yamaguchi then knotted strips of his bedsheet into a makeshift rope and used it to hang himself from a light fixture. The phrase “seven lives for my country” was a reference to the last words of 14th century samurai Kusunoki Masashige.

(Photo credit: Yasushi Nagao / 1961 Pulitzer Prize Winner / World Press Photo of the Year 1960).

Interesting fact:

• The sword blade used by the killer is called yoroidōshi and it’s one of the traditionally made Japanese swords (nihonto) worn by the samurai class in feudal Japan. The yoroidōshi was made for piercing armour and for stabbing while grappling in close quarters. The weapon ranged in size from 20 cm to 22 cm, but some examples could be under 15 cm.

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Alexander Solzhenitsyn

German WW2 veterans talking about their Cause

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P32wF2rgNMk

The letter The Captain wrote to his men in the very beginning of his book "For My Legionaries"

'Dear comrade in arms,
after 15 years of battles, persecutions and sacrifices,
Romania’s youth must know
that the hour of the Legionaire victory isn’t far.

All of our enemies attempts will be crushed.
All plans of tempting us,
All attempts at buying our souls,
All attempts of seperating us,
and all treasons will fall to the ground.

Look at them, at your tyrants,
straight in their eyes.

Endure with submission all blows,
endure all pains,
whatever they may be,
because our sacrifices will be the iron foundation
made from broken bodies
and from tortured souls,
of our Victory.

Those, among us, who will fall
will have names and tombs of heroes,
and those who will kill us
will bear the names of traitors
and will be cursed from generation to generation.

From the depths
the Legionnaire rises victorious with his rock-like soul.

Those who think they can defeat him…
as well as those who think they can buy him…
will soon, but too late…
Come to the conclusion…
that they were wrong.”


-Corneliu Codreanu

The Reckoning

"There is a reckoning coming, a reckoning between humanity and the Jewish people which will cause the very heavens to darken and the very devils in hell to hide their faces in shock and terror. You might say we owe them a Holocaust. We've been paying their bill for fifty years, and at some point we're finally going to get what we've paid for."

Harold Covington 

Active vs. Passive Nihilism

A great many philosophers have dedicated considerable amounts of their waking moments wrestling with the problem of nihilism; or more specifically, the problem of overcoming nihilism. Nevertheless, nihilism itself remains a mystery — least of all its consequences for mankind. To be sure, an adequate definition of nihilism is wanting. In the most general sense, nihilism refers to the absence of any objective, universal or intrinsic value. From this, it necessarily follows that our metaphysical beliefs, our moral/ethical values, and even our own existence, are completely and utterly lacking any inherent meaning.

As a direct consequence of nihilism, man is forced to see  reality for what it is: a random, irrational, and chaotic existence in which our role is infinitesimal. Nihilism, in this capacity, serves to break down all the illusions, myths, and all other social, cultural constructions that have hitherto given us a false sense of security and hope.

In its active form, nihilism is likened to a hammer — used not only to chisel away all artificial meaning, but to smash them. Active nihilism paves the way for the creation of new values, the overcoming of the self by taking a new relation to oneself as an autonomous creator. In effect, this is the transformation of living as the “one-self,” into “my-self.” Thus, the end result of nihilism in its active form is nothing short of paving the way for the grounds to becoming my own self. 



Passive nihilism, on the other hand, is epitomized by resignation; the prognosis that life is an “unprofitable episode,” (in Schopenhauer’s words). Nietzsche equated passive nihilism with Schopenhauer’s repudiation of life via the denial of the Will as a great threat. Nihilism in its passive form, while adopting the same prognosis of existence as active nihilism, thus nevertheless takes the opposite stance of active nihilism as to how we should respond to the problem of a meaningless, value-less, and chaotic existence.

Source: https://antimodernist.wordpress.com

Finnish Steel Storm!

The day Mussolini defeated an antifascist in a swordfight

it is known that Mussolini loved swordfights (illegal in those times), and it was tradition for him to accept challenges from socio-political figures such as the journalist Mario Missiroli, socialist deputy Francesco Ciccotti Scozzese, the anarchic Libero Merlino,major Cristoforo Baseggio and even his master Vittorino Maselli (where Adolf Hitler was present with other fascist and NS high rankers), everyone without a single loss, inspiring many of his comrades such as Ciano and Curzio Malaparte.

Claudio Treves, notorious antifascist journalist known for usage of aggressive and offensive terms in his articles against Benito or his ideals, challenged the Duce on 29 March 1915 in a swordfight; Benito obviously accepted.
Eyewitnesses talked about a bloody furious fight, 25 minutes divided in 8 consecutive assaults, no holds barred: Treves accused multiple cuts on the forehead, arm, armpit and contusions all over his chest, while Benito got his ear scarred.

This and many other sports performed by the Duce were propagandized with efforts to push citizens into physical activities.

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Tolkien on World Finance

 

[caption id="attachment_1001" align="aligncenter" width="327"] Tolkien, aged 24 in 1916[/caption]

"The true equation is ‘democracy’ equals government by world financiers. The main mark of modern governments is that we do not know who governs, de facto any more than de jure. We see the politician and not his backer; still less the backer of the backer; or what is most important of all, the banker of the backer. Enthroned above all, in a manner without parallel in all past, is the veiled prophet of finance, swaying all men living by a sort of magic, and delivering oracles in a language not understood of the people."

J.R.R. Tolkien, Candour Magazine, 13 July 1956

We are the War!

“People told us that the War was over. That made us laugh. We ourselves are the War. The flames burn strongly in us. It envelops our whole being and fascinates us with the enticing urge to destroy.”

Unknown Freikorps veteran 

[caption id="attachment_996" align="alignnone" width="640"] Freikorps in Berlin 1919[/caption]

 

The Controversial Art of Herbert Smagon

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I Cried Tears for Dresden -Essay By Louis Beam (2/13/97)

Though I never knew them, though they died months before I was born, I can not help but to still feel the pain of those innocent people of Dresden who suffered so unjustly, unfairly, and totally without fault February 13, 1945. They make me think of abused children suffering for something that they do not understand. Abused children in a small way share with those now departed souls of Dresden the total unjustness of this world. Innocent people would not in a fair world, a decent world, be made to suffer.

They died this night. So many of them. Bombs raining down upon their heads like manna from hell — the heads of defenseless women and children for the most part. Babies in their cribs. Sobbing children in their mothers arms. Little girls without blemish, little boys full of anticipation at the excitement life promised them. The girls became blemished heaps of burnt flesh. The promise was broken by life to the boys. There would be no future for them.

Even now, across time, distance, culture, language, and ocean, I hear their cries. Ten thousand per second raising their helpless, tortured voices for mercy. No mercy. No relief. Only painful death from planes with United States written on them.

[caption id="attachment_971" align="aligncenter" width="650"] Painting by censored German artist, Herbert Smagon[/caption]

Why did my father’s generation do this? How could they kill all these people — then not know about it?

My father a decorated, battle field commissioned, combat hardened infantry veteran of Roosevelt’s army, told me as I lay at his feet as a small child listening that “Hitler was bad but the German people were good.” The Germans were “very smart” they just had a bad leader he said. He was proud of his role as a soldier in defeating Germany. And if soldiers are without responsibilities for their role in history then he had more right then many to be proud of his many decorations.

Then in 1984 after discovering the horrible truth about Dresden I spoke to my father about it. I told him more people were killed there in a single night of fire and bombing then in England during the entire war. He said “that is a lie.” He refused to believe me. I stressed to him that they were innocent people. He became angry with me. I asked him why they were killed. His anger boiled over and he said I was believing Nazi propaganda. I said to him “there are no Nazi’s daddy you killed them all, there are only people who study history” while pulling an Encyclopedia Americana from the shelf. The encyclopedia while only admitting to a numerical fraction of the dead at Dresden was yet sufficient to exceed England’s total bombing dead.

“These were refugees fleeing the communists” I said, becoming angry myself. “Why did Roosevelt order it done?” I demanded of him.

He read it and became silent. He read it again while running his fingers along the words carefully touching the numbers as if to make sure they were there and real. It then dawned on me. He did not know! He had lived through this time and because of a constant flood of propaganda from America’s news media this horrible war crime and others like it had been kept from him.

I could see this troubled him, for it was from him that I acquired the proclivity of taking up the fight for the down trodden, those abused unfairly. He was a kind man and would have never knowingly participated in such cruelty. I left for home then feeling sorry for Dad. I left him to think in peace. My anger at his being a part of those who did this horrible thing abated.



I swear I will not forget the crime against innocent people at Dresden. I will not forget who is responsible. I will not forget! I am but one small life. One dim light in a world covered with the darkness of cruel machinations by evil men. But this little light of mine, I will let it shine! For only by doing so do I serve my reason for existence, for life, for eternity.

I read as a young person that “all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Those words became a part of my soul, my life. Love is put to the test when one takes on the suffering of others — when one becomes a voice against evil for those who have none, a target of abuse for doing nothing but standing for justice.

There is no reward save knowing you have done that which is right. And there is hope. Hope that others will make the light that truth is a part of their life, their existence, so that together we become a bright ray for the future. A light unto the feet of all our fellow men who stumble.

In distant Dresden park they lie in their graves now. Rest my unknown friends, you downtrodden and despised of this world. Though we could not speak the same language if we stood before each other, though I never knew your names, and while your faces I can only imagine, you are my departed loved ones. My heart beats for yours. My mind remembers for yours. My tears for yours…

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The Truth

“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” - Arthur Schopenhauer

Savitri Devi on majorities

"Majorities are always faithless. Majorities are composed of average men and women, neither good nor bad, for whom the security and comforts of everyday life and personal ties always come before great impersonal ideals such as ours. Majorities stand openly for great ideals, and proclaim their devotion to great leaders by word and deed, only when they feel they can safely do so without impairing their daily bread or disturbing their private lives."

Gold In the Furnace, Savitri Devi

Charles Lindbergh on Jews

The Truth About Popular Culture

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The Spirit Lives On!

Romanian patriots stand up against corruption and the immunity of criminal scum and traitorous politicians. More than 300.000 people in Victory Square (Bucharest) tonight, lighting torches and singing the National Anthem every hour! After 2 weeks of daily protests in Bucharest and other Romanian cities, tonight was the biggest anti-Government protest Romania has seen in the last 25 years.





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sg05bW8R_uk

Mysterium Coniunctionis

"If a union is to take place between opposites like spirit and matter, conscious and unconscious, bright and dark, and so on, it will happen in a third thing, which represents not a compromise but something new."

Carl Gustav Jung

"Where Lies Your Homeland?" - Michael Walsh

[caption id="attachment_893" align="alignnone" width="1280"] Joseph Mallord William Turner - The Temple of Poseidon at Sounion 1834[/caption]

Where lies your homeland,
And where is your hearth,
Where’s best the sunrise,
That pulls at your heart?
It is where my folk wander,
Through mountain and glen,
There soars the great eagle,
It is home to the wren.

Where lies your homeland,
That makes your heart ache?
Where river or forest,
Sweeps down to the lake;
I dream of the poplar,
The ash and the pine,
It’s where my folk wander,
From their age to mine.

Where lies your homeland,
That lures you again,
That pulls at your heartstrings,
Yet pulls them in vain?
It is where they will gather,
The wheat from the past,
Then cast the seed wisely,
So people may last.

- Michael Walsh (Michael McLaughlin) -

Arthur Machen "The Great God Pan"

[caption id="attachment_884" align="aligncenter" width="394"] Arthur Machen, by John Coulthart (1988)[/caption]

"We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form."