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Becoming a PC in an NPC World

Those of you who have read this post, may better understand this one.

Part of the reason this blog exists, is my insane level of optimism in the hope that is helps a few people improve themselves and perhaps stave off the total annihilation of thinking humans in the ongoing zombie apocalypse that we are currently in. Some argue the Zombie Apocalypse is 4 years old, but I have known it was essentially a Cold War ongoing pretty much since I was alive.

In fact, in the hopes of showing a few Zoomers or Ten Alphas the way, I even put out an actual RPG with a module, just in case the few of them that can still read instead of watch videos, might teach a few friends how to meet in real life and play a game together that provides fun, entertainment, and develops the imagination and your ability to solve real life problems, thanks to having to use your head to solve imaginary, or thought experiment ones.

But the general point is that my intent, insofar as I may have one, is to try to uplift whatever shrinking percentage of the population still exists that has understood we are the last stand of actual humans with a soul, and the brainwashed masses of idiots around us, led by evil pedophiles, are really quite likely to overwhelm us if we do not get organised, band together, and build fortress cities from which to stave them off.

There are so many facets of life that one needs to become aware of, from the evils of government and government-ran education, the sell-outs who aim to become the leaders, the corruption of everything from the basic morals of humanity to the lowest employee, and so on.

How to present a coherent whole easy to digest? And then it was clear:

No analogy of modern existence is as useful in terms of representing in a secular fashion the times we live in, than the parallel with pen and paper Role-Playing Games of old, like Dungeons and Dragons, Traveller, Top Secret, Car Wars, and so on.

Why? Well, allow me to explain, especially for those of you that never played them, which I expect is the sad, depressed, and depressing, majority of readers here.

In a game like Dungeons and Dragons, it was understood, that even a lowly first level, brand new adventurer, was a unique and rare individual. Most people in the D&D worlds, were simple shop-keepers, farmers, town soldiers, traders, merchants, and so on. Only the mildly insane, the idiotically brave, the wildly and untamed foolishly adventurous would wander about a world that is filled with marauding hordes of Goblins, Orcs, and Gnolls. Where werewolves, and Vampires, and Ghouls, and Zombies actually exist. Where magic is real and so are curses and spells that can channel in literal demons from other planes of existence.

And yet… every player made up a character and played that character. Those were the “people” who made the stories happen. Those were the only “people” that really made it worthwhile to be in such a world.

Life is not dissimilar.

When I was 16 I went to study in England for my A-Levels (which is not what you porn addicts thing it is, it was the last 3 years of school or so before you can go to university, after )-Levels, which is ALSO, not some perverse sex thing). I found the people there, in the supposed civilised West, to be far more retarded, limited and dumb than they had any excuse to be. While it is true I went to school in Africa where my parents paid fees, this was pretty much the case for almost all expatriates. And we did 7 to 9 exams for various subjects, like history, mathematics, geography and so on. In England the school I went to, had students that on average did 3. Things like English (their own language, Geography, and maybe History). One of the girls who did take Geography on my first few days there, asked me where I was from. I explained I was Italian but had spent most of my life in Africa. Her question:

“Africa? Oh… What’s the Capital of Africa?”

To which, astonished, I responded sarcastically:

“I don’t know, what’s the capital of Europe?”

Her: “The capital of Europe? I’m not sure… London… isn’t it London?”

One of the other girls came to her rescue, explaining Africa was a continent, not a country.

Nor was this experience unique. The level of education was poor, to be kind about it, but the level of inactive grey matter inside their thick skulls was far worse.

I recall trying to spark some reaction, a thought, an imagination, something, in one of the other students, who was asking me about my life and I asked him about his dreams and aspirations in turn. His reply?

“Oh, well, I’d like to probably get married some day, have a couple of kids, would be nice to have two cars…”

Again, I was aghast. I responded saying:

“Man, that is what happens if you do absolutely nothing. I mean, don’t you want to drive a Ferrari? or sail the world on a seventy-foot trimaran with an all female crew?”

His response?

“Oh that stuff only happens in the movies.”

To which I could not help but tell him:

“Well, yes, with your attitude, that is absolutely true for you.”

Now, I didn’t particularly ever care about driving a Ferrari, although I did briefly think a seventy foot trimaran would be awesome to own and I even tried to buy one once, not having sailed a day in my life and not having the money for it either. And I figured if I ever got one, I’d have got the all female crew along the way without too much trouble.

Now that I am older, I know I was right about getting the all-female crew, but the ship would have sunk at sea on its first outing with no survivors.

Again, my point is not that I was ever obsessed by making a lot of money, or achieving any particular thing, other than perhaps a proficiency in martial arts and the general ability to be able to adapt and survive pretty much regardless of circumstances.

Mostly I went after things that interested me, read about stuff that I found fascinating, like astronomy, and physics, and chemistry. Tried to see the weird and strange. understand the natural world around me, and when I could find one, tried to interact with people that I deemed at least somewhat interesting. In short, if you had to reduce me to a character class from Advanced D&D, I would probably have fit the description of a Ranger. Maybe Chaotic Good or Neutral Good. In Basic D&D I might have been a Mystic. Obsessed with achieving martial perfection in hand to hand and following a sense of the mystic in life, while able to do a lot of what some other classes could achieve only by over-specialisation (thieves) or magic (healing hands of Paladins).

As a result, like a typical PC, my life has been anything but boring. I have had tragic life events and astonishingly beautiful ones. I have seen and done things most men will not do or see, and both great pain and great joy comes with that, but above all, my most certain strength has been my absolutely thorough knowledge of myself.

The oracle at Delphi (which I visited, and saw myself) did say:

Man, know yourself.

And truly, that is the most important thing in life. But most men have very little idea of who they really are. Because unless you are actually faced with the prospect of death, bankruptcy, having your heart emotionally ripped out of your chest and stomped on, being lied about, and worse, as well as having had the experience of a woman that loves you to beyond what is healthy or sane, the friendship of another man that will stand next to you when you are both facing the very real prospect of being killed, and you doing the same for him, having money and being generous with it, and having none, not becoming a miser either, holding the hand of the woman you love being utterly powerless to prevent her miscarrying, and also seeing the first smile of your own son or daughter, as they look at you with the eyes of a newborn, unless you know and feel and go through all these things and remove all doubt from any corner of your psyche as to who and what you are, you do not really know. You can guess. You can hope. But you don’t know.

Twice in my life before the age of 10 I found a side of me I wanted to remove ferociously. I froze in fear once, and did not try to react another time, when it looked as if my brother would be dragged off a cliff by our dog he held by a leash, and would not let go of it as the dog hurtled towards the cliff face. I was too far to make it, so was my father, who was an adult, but at least he ran as hard as he could and shouted to “let go of the dog”. My knees went weak and I just knelt in the grass, feeling my heart sink as I thought I’d see my own brother die in a few seconds. The dog finally stopped short and so did my brother, but I never forgot the feeling of failure at not even having tried.

I had achieved some measure of success in removing this part of me by age 10, because by then, when an adult reached in the car and stole my mother’s purse from her bag and ran off with it (she had left it on the car seat next to me as she had gone out of the car briefly), I tried to chase him as hard as I could. He was an African that could probably have given Usain Bolt a decent run and in his late 20s.

When my mother returned I was in tears that I had not caught him. And when my father arrived on the scene too, I told him (because it was important to me that he knew I had not just stood by) that I really had tried to catch him, and run as hard as I could but I just couldn’t keep up with him at all.

My dad, looked at me calmly and said: “You’re ten years old. What do you think you could have done even if you had caught him?”

The thought had never even entered my mind. My only fear had been that he would get away, which he did. The concept of what might have happened to me if I had caught him was never even a thing. And I know I would have fought, utterly ineffective, and possibly suicidal as it would have been.

Later in life I had several occasions to realise that right down to the level of my DNA, I would not respond in a cowardly fashion even to a life and death situation where I thought I was sure to die, especially if the protection of people I cared about was on the line. In fact, I even had occasion to discover that I might jump in front of danger even for perfect strangers, which frankly, today, is a worry, because I think that is likely my actual response at an instinctive level now.

But this is not about me. it’s about you. I am using myself as exhibit #1 only because it is irrefutable and real because I lived through those things, so I know with certainty that it is possible (not easy or likely, but possible) to change even really deep-seated aspects of yourself.

And the key to becoming a PC in life instead of an NPC lies there. In your ability to see a path, a way of being, something you want to achieve, or become, and then throwing yourself into that until you do or die.

Nor is it necessary for you to be a wild Ranger, or a weird Mystic. Go and be whatever it is you want to be, but keep in mind that generally, character traits like perseverance, courage, honesty, integrity, and so on, are hard-won, and not often innate.

Perhaps the one aspect that differentiates PCs from NPCs is curiosity.

I went for a short hike through the forest on our land with my 5 year old son recently. He followed instructions, spoke softly so as not to scare any animals we might get to see, and did not complain about me having forgotten to take any water or the occasional thorn poking him when we went past brambles. At every turn I asked him which path he wanted to take. The one that looked easier, safer and a little more boring (though I never expressed any of these descriptors to him) or the one that looked harder, more difficult and that may get us stuck in a place surrounded by brambles and have to head back. He invariably chose the harder path.

So much so that at one point we had to cross some brambles by walking on a log that had fallen over a sort of crevasse, while I had to cut some brambles out of the way with a little pen knife I had, while trying to not slip off the slimy log into a void of brambles below us. He took it in stride, waited as I cleared the way, and trusted me not to drop him when I picked him up and dropped him on the other side as I made my way slower once he was safe.

He is five but he’s not scared even though he sees the dangers. He thinks and acts to get around the dangers while still going where he wants, not where the forest or a more prudent father might wish to take him.

Perhaps Player Characters are born, not made, I am sure to some extent that is true. But I also think some Player Characters can definitely be made or at least improved by conscious effort.

Non-Player Characters on the other hand, will always be with us. Even if they will never count for much except as background foliage.

So, reader… What will you be? A zero-level human villager, or will you roll the dice and become a first level player character who will dare to go where only fools, the insane, and those with the explorer gene dare to tread?

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By G | 5 September 2024 | Posted in Human Performance, Increasing Happiness, StCZA - Module 0, StCZA - Q.O.R.G.

The Innate Arrogance

…of Protestants in general and Calvinists in particular, is exemplified by this “argument” I had several years ago via FB messenger. The screencaps below have been so his name and icon do not appear. My words are in blue and his in gray.

Please notice that the absolute arrogance of his position is literally so baked in that he feels justified in using his own subjective feelings to justify it as not being present. It really is quite the study on just how irrational, blinkered, and intellectually calcified Protestant “thinking” is.

And please realise this guy is what I would consider one of the “smart” ones. And he clearly has some level of ability and intelligence in other areas. Unsurprisingly, he was single, and I believe he still is and probably always will be, because that level of rigidity of mind when clearly in an untenable position of logical error, is not anything the female subconscious finds attractive either.

And this is a side note that is not relevant to the entire “once saved, always saved” retarded position that he is arguing for here, but it needs pointing out that a man’s unmovable position of certain true and relevant things, is a very different thing from a man’s rigidity of position based on fear, lack of intellectual ability, and ignorance. One is actually appealing to women, at least unconsciously, even when they may disagree with the man in question. The other is repulsive, instinctually, even if they might otherwise be initially fooled into mistaking this for the other version, once the discovery of the difference is made, there is usually no recovering from the instinctive repulsion almost all women feel towards such a position. Especially when you can’t even justify it at a baseline logical level (women do not “logic” very well when it’s applied to them, but you bet they are very able of applying it to others, especially if to justify their feelings of instinctive repulsion!)

At any rate, enjoy. The conversation opens with my statement that knowing anyone’s status of salvation is essentially impossible for humans, since, unlike God, we don’t know anyone’s inner heart.

Let me know what your thoughts on this are.

Update: A reader has already let me know his take by text, which I found both amusing as well as insightful.

You have to have some level of intelligence to exercise this kind of stupidity. [It’s] Midwit word magic dressed as logic to protect emotions.

My response was that personally I find this sort of thing rather frustrating, because in reality I am an eternal optimist.

I keep thinking (erroneously) “but surely… if I can just show him in baby steps that 2+2=4…”

And invariably the response even before I finish the thought is, roughly: “NOOO! Purple!! ice cream! ICE CREAM!” Just as they start flinging their own excrement at the walls.

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By G | 5 September 2024 | Posted in Catholicism, Christianity, Heretics, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary

The Best Book I Ever Read

As some regulars here know, I have read literally thousands of books. This is not an exaggeration or hyperbole. Throughout my teenage years I averaged something like 2-3 books a week. That’s not counting comic books, articles and so on. I spent my pre-teen years going to bed late and reading under my covers with a torch even after I was supposed to be asleep. By age the age of seven I was reading adult crime novels, young adults stuff and so on. Throughout my life I have without a doubt read more than one book a week for at least 40 years, and that is being conservative about it, which would be a minimum of 2,000 books.

I mention all this not to show off, but because it is relevant to the point I am about to make concerning which book I would pick as the absolute best oe in that mountain of reading.

I have many favourites, Go Rin No Sho (this translation by Victor Harris is the best) being just one of many. The Thin Red line is very good too, although I also really liked the film, and in the case of Cloud Atlas I found the film superior to the book, which is very rare. Classics like Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (which became the film Blade Runner, but the book is in fact better) are in a sort of class of their own, like The Man in the High Castle (of which the story of how it was written and what Dick concluded about that process is arguably even more interesting than the book itself) because Philip K. Dick is a favourite SF author.

Various History books also have a certain pride of place, although they tend to be few, because over time, I became aware that the history we are taught is quite far from the truth, so finding history books that produce verifiable information has become somewhat of a chore. It takes a lot more effort than simply buying a book and reading it. You now need to try and see if you can actually verify anything in it as being even remotely accurate. The entire story of WWII for example, is so convoluted, full of lies, propaganda and nonsense from all sides that the truth of things may well be impossible to arrive at. What I am almost certain of so far however, is that Hitler almost certainly did not die by suicide in his bunker, but rather in South America somewhere, years later. The other curious fact is that even official Jewish Historians in Israel that work in the Holocaust memorial, today agree that the number of six million dead jews is fictitious. What the real number is, I doubt anyone will ever know. I have seen credible figures of anything from about 300,000 to 500,000 that may well be relatively accurate. What we do know is that the deaths of Jews in Auschwitz was officially reduced from 4 million originally to less than 1 million presently.

Of course, merely pointing these things out has an emotional reaction in some people, perhaps most people, who will think I am some kind of Nazi sympathiser. Which could not be further from the truth, what I am though is a person that prefers the actual truth, however unpalatable it might be, to a well-crafted lie.

So when it comes to history books, I think one needs to be extremely careful as to which ones to believe, as most of them are filled with lies. Lies that are often repeated from generation to generation. In this respect then, I think my own book, The Face on Mars, which deals with a lot more than just the Martian Structures, is actually really quite high on the list, as it brings to the fore a whole bunch of truths about humanity that are inescapable, and also, even nearly 30 years after I wrote it and ten years after I updated it, makes the most coherent argument for the ancient history of mankind that anyone has been able to piece together to date. In that respect then, I do think it deserves first place in the overview of human history category.

However, in terms of a book that may well have the most impact on anyone who reads it in terms of understanding not only some very important aspects of human history, but of humanity itself, as well of reality itself and the ultimate truths of our situation here on Earth, there is one book, that upon reflection, undoubtedly must rise above all others. It is

The Crusades: Iron Men and Saints by Harold Lamb. First printed in 1930, this is a masterful piece of historical fact, having been pieced together by having referred to documents of the times during which the Crusades actually took place.

Although it can be read as simply just a historical record of what took place, which it is, a reader with a little more intelligence would be able to consider the character of the people concerned and what drove them. And once you begin to consider these things, it becomes fairly obvious that despite the usual human motives that undoubtedly existed, there was also an undercurrent of real belief, faith, spiritual truth, that on some level absolutely must also have existed.

Even if you were to relegate that all to some kind of mass psychosis, even at that most atheistic of levels, it would still be an utterly fascinating aspect of humanity; too large and persistent to ignore for anyone that has a minimum of imagination.

And the repercussions of reading that one book, will resonate to some extent or other in the life of anyone who reads it.

My only addition to this recommendation is that if you want to be better able to follow the contextual aspect of the history described in The Crusades, you would probably be better off reading God’s Battalions: The Case for the Crusades by Rodney Stark (who is also a very rare creature, an honest historian!) alongside it, as back in 1930, most people had some idea of the main aspects of the Crusades, something that very few have any reference for today (by design).

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By G | 4 September 2024 | Posted in Believe, Books, Face on Mars, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, The Crusades - Iron Men and Saints Vol. 1

Kurgan Mail

An honest man wrote to let me know how Protestantism works. I have added a link to the stream in question, and redacted his name and a few lines to make identifying him impossible, since his family is still deep into Protestantism, with several of his relatives being “pastors”.

I’m emailing you to thank you for your work, in my struggle to wake.
In exchange, I’d like to add to David The Good’s answer to your question on your old stream, regarding about what Protestants think was going on for the first 1500 years of the Church. I’m speaking from personal experience, [redacted] I dare not attach my name publicly for fear of insulting otherwise fine and rational people:


First, you need to understand that as per the infinite love of God and the infinite wisdom of John Calvin (PBUH), not only is predestination real, but everyone is predestinated for salvation. Don’t think about the metaphysical implications of this too deeply.


Second, the germ of the real Church laid dormant for 1500 years, so that for the next 400 years we could rediscover all of the wisdom that was suppressed, and then in the 75 years that followed we could discard all of that wisdom and return to paganism. Again, don’t think about the implications of this.


Third, do not challenge base assumptions, no matter how tempting it is. Even if you went from something as innocent as evangelizing to slaves in one century, to jumping to the front of the line to bless sodomy in the next. Respectability is paramount, don’t be labelled a crazy. We’re all being saved anyway, so I’m sure God will understand.

It is quite revealing how deep the cognitive dissonance goes, and how blatant and obvious it is when spelt out in very simple and honest terms.

God bless this man, and I hope he finds his way to the real Church soon if he has not done so already. Ultimately the truth will set you free indeed. You just have to want to actually know the truth first.

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By G | 4 September 2024 | Posted in Catholicism, Christianity, Heretics, Sedevacantism

Once more on Adam

An interesting post by Adam again was this one, for which he apparently received some pushback.

Having read it, I would say he only made the window-dressing error of the title he chose, and this singular phrase:

You treat your daughters as property that must be protected 

It is the natural poisoning of the mind that occurs in the predominantly Protestant zeitgeist of English-speaking countries, to reduce things to a simplified (and usually binary) mode of thinking. And such thinking is almost always a mistake. Few things in life are so black and white and when you apply an oversimplification to a complex situation, you are invariably in error to some degree or other.

Sometimes needs must: If I have only 2 weeks to train a battalion for war, some trainees will likely die in training, but the others will have a better chance to live through the war. But in matters of social engineering, it is worth taking careful observation of reality rather than play fast and loose with broad definitions that are going to fall short of the mark.

Adam’s piece is otherwise completely right, but those two unfortunate uses of the word “property” when applied to women in general, are an error.

In fairness to Adam, I think he quickly realised this and he wrote a follow-up that expanded on his thoughts.

I it he tries to better explain what he means by stating that “women are property” or should be treated as property, but the sneaky thread of sulphurous protestantism remains even in his expanded explanation. And this is important to note, because this is precisely how evil works. It infiltrates as tendril of mildly erroneous wordings or concepts and inevitably expands into a cancer on life in general.

Even in his expanded explanation, whether because of persistence in his error or perhaps some hint of pride in not wanting to admit it, Adam continues in his insistence of stating women as property. This is absolutely not a Catholic belief, but rather a purely Protestant one, and, tellingly, a Pagan one too.

Before I go on to correct the error and hence better represent Catholicism as it is, instead of how Protestants insist on trying to present it as (falsely, obviously) let me be clear that I am not taking shots at Adam. He is a friend, and a good man, (yes, even though he is Australian, proving we Catholics truly understand forgiveness!) and the point here is not to bash his good intent, or even his error, rather, I would say, the intent on my part is of iron sharpening iron. Adam is a good exponent of Catholicism in general and the more accurate he can become, the better the influence he will have on others who may be ignorant, fooled by the lies or confused in general.

Now back to the topic at hand.

In Catholic thought, women are not, and never have been, “property”, other than in (somewhat) one specific, and by the way equal, way: in marriage, they do not have authority over their body, their husbands do, and equally, the husband has no authority over his body, the wife does (1 Corinthians 7:4). And it is very much the case that this passage in the Bible refers pretty much only to the sexual congress that occurs between husband and wife. In other words, marriage constitutes a perpetual sexual access to your body by your spouse. Even then, this is not a mechanistic “sex doll” clause, as the immediately following passage in the same section makes clear (1 Corinthians 7:5).

Even then, the wife (or husband’s) body is not treated as “property” but rather as the spouse having authority over it. That is rights. Not ownership as such, but authority to use it sexually; a subtle but important difference.

In fact, Catholicism was precisely the very religion that freed women (and children) from being thought of as actual property.

Now, all that said, let me also be clear that Catholicism is also not the other side of the Protestant coin: the pedastilisation of women, where they can do no wrong, are spiritual saint purely by virtue of being female etcetera, etcetera. No. As always, Catholicism simply describes reality as it is, and recognises that women are the more fragile sex when it comes to dealing with the world. As such, they are to be protected from it and from their own, mostly unwise responses to it. Just as it is a parent’s duty to protect a child from his own unwise responses to a fallen and dangerous world.

The complainers that this “negates the agency of women” are retards bleating in the wind of their own ineptitude. The simple reality is that yes, generally speaking, children have less agency than adult women, and adult women generally have less agency than adult men. This is simply reality. Just like the sky is mostly blue in daytime, or black at night-time. Neither state is rigidly absolute, but only a complete moron would argue against these facts as being the obvious reflection of reality that it is.

So, while it is absolutely correct that as a father of four daughters it is my duty to educate, protect and love them, it is not true that I ever have, or ever will, treat them as property. And ultimately, while it absolutely is my duty to instruct and teach them and do my absolute best to see they are prepared to deal with the hellscape of the world we find ourselves in, at some point, I will be dead, and they will need to rely on themselves to navigate the world well if they have not yet found a worthy husband.

While I am alive, I will certainly help them evaluate any prospective suitors, but while that is a fundamental part of being a father and parent, ultimately, as is also clear in Catholic dogma, marriage has to be a freely chosen sacrament by all parties involved. In short, a better analogy is that while you can teach someone to drive, you can never be actually controlling their every move by some remote system of control. They may crash. They may die or run someone over. All I can do is teach them all I know as best I can. After that, it’s up to them, the choices they make, hopefully the good husbands they pick, and finally, the Grace of God.

In Catholic belief, all things are ultimately subject to God’s Will. Which is not to say we sit on our arses like Hindus or Muslims because in any case, the wheel of reincarnation will evolve us or Allah will do whatever he wants anyway so why bother. No. Catholic belief is that you absolutely must get off your arse and work tirelessly and to the bone to be the best you can be, and even then that is only to TRY to secure a place in Purgatory, which is by no means guaranteed, so that you might, eventually get to Heaven, instead of Hell, where the path to it is “wide and well-travelled”.

In short, if and when you do work your arse right off, then, God, invariably does bestow His Grace upon you.

One of the filthiest of the many lies Protestants created about their fake Churchianity, is that no one is “saved by works”. A twisted half-truth designed to leads untold millions to Hell.

While it is true that a lot of busywork without any faith achieves not Heaven, it is equally true that a faith that does nothing practical is also just as fake, sterile, and useless. Teaching people that all you need to do to be saved is “accept to at Jesus Christ is King” is literally telling people to have the same “Christian” standards that Demons have.

Demons too know very well that Christ is King.

And that is really the only “prescribed” rule of Protestantism, not can it be any other way once you teach people that they are all entitled to interpret the Bible (and everything else) as they choose. Which is literally a Satanic law (the only Law is that there is no Law, so you can do whatever you want is entirely Satanic, and Protestantism can be absolutely defined as “interpreth as thou will”, just another version of the Satanic law “do as thou will”).

The squeals of Protestants to the contrary —sounding so much like the noises made by demon-infested pigs as they run towards the sea— the reality is that no two Protestants can even agree on what the definition of a Christian can or should be. Which is why they have reduced it to meaningless nonsense like “accepting Jesus in your heart”, “being a Jesus follower”, “knowing and accepting Christ is King” or “having a personal relationship with Jesus”.

All complete generalities with less consistency than a thin fart in a high tornado. Ask them to define with precision what the rules for being a Christian are, and they become babbling gibbering mouthers, more prone to speaking in tongues than make a coherent argument, much less a united one.

The situation is, of course, entirely different if you ask any two Catholics how to define what a Christian is, they will tell you the Credo for a start; and all that is implied in it can be found in the Code of Canon Law of 1917, plus the Papal encyclicals and documents referred to therein, as well as those produced between 1917 and up to 9th October 1958, when the last valid Pope died. That is it and can often be quickly received in summary format by the guidance of a good priest or Bishop, of which there are only a few left, but they do exist, and will continue to do so, as they have through all the dark times the Church has navigated through.

Returning to the errors of Protestant infused thinking with regard to women, their level of agency, and the duty of men to protect them from the world and their own emotionally driven unwise choices, once again, the Catholic perspective is based in reality and as such infinitely superior to all other attempts at “controlling” or even merely understanding women.

Women are less capable in the practical navigation of the fallen world we inhabit, and as such need to be protected, cherished and helped through it by men who correctly see the world as it is, and inevitably, the best of such men can only be properly Catholic (i.e. Sedevacantist) because Catholicism is the best method we have ever had of seeing reality as it is, with logic, reason, and Divine Grace all working in perfect unity.

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By G | 3 September 2024 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Caveman Theory, Caveman Theory, Christianity, Heretics, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Relationships, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary

Vigano demonstrated to be just another fake Catholic

As I have been saying officially since 2020 and the publication of my book Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Vigano is not, and never has been, anything other than at best a knowing heretic, and more likely, simply just another Satanic gatekeeper in place to merely “net” (catch) those that might otherwise stray into the truth of Sedevacantism.

As I have repeatedly explained the point is that Vigano, having a PhD in Canon Law of 1917, cannot in ANY way be excused for “not knowing” about the heresies of Vatican II. Which logically means he is a KNOWING perpetrator of the Satanic and impostor cult of the Novus Ordo. Which means he never was a Catholic to begin with. But even if you want to be brain-damaged and pretend he ever was, his “Catholicism” was immediately and permanently forfeited the moment he accepted heresy instead of truth and his continued promulgation of Vatican II for more than 50 years makes him in any case, a public, pertinacious and public heretic, as per Canon 188 part 4.

This was NEVER in any doubt, and despite all the rah-rah about Vigano being a true traditionalist, the reality always was the one I pointed out by the very simple expedient method of merely following Catholic dogma as pointed out in Canon Law. Vigano is a heretic. Always was, and continues to be.

I therefore have not been paying any attention whatsoever to whatever he has been up to, but Adam Piggott, ever the optimist when it comes to these Satanists, has, and having recently caught up with his blog, lo and behold, here is the ultimate proof of my point:

Vigano being interviewed by that other fake Catholic grifter-dwarf, Tay-Tay Marshall.

I suppose Emo Jones will be the next to “interview” him. They may skip Michelle Voris however since he has once more revealed himself to be what he always was, a Satanic, flaming homosexual pretending to be a Catholic under the banner of his fake and un-Catholic “ministry” of Church Militant.

I have laid out the whole grifting structure of these impostors before, as well as how easy it is to know who is or is not an actual Catholic.

It really is NOT difficult to know who is a fake, impostor, Satanist, pretending to be Catholic, who is a potentially well-meaning but lazy and ignorant layman that has been fooled into error, who is PRETENDING to be one, in order to lead more souls into confusion and Hell, and who is actually a Catholic.

And once you have understood the details, it really is impossible to be fooled any longer.

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By G | 3 September 2024 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Christianity, Heretics, Impostors and Frauds, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary

Real Catholicism is Inevitable

Several years before I became Catholic (Sedevacantist) I had already identified two concepts that would be fundamental in the eventual rebuilding of civilisation. By 2014 I had voiced this clearly in a stream by Vox Day, stating that both Christianity as well as City States would become pivotal parts of the future.

Vox noted with interest that this comment was being made by someone who was not, and never had been, any kind of Christian.

Since my becoming baptised on 25th May 2017, I have also clearly stated that:

* only Catholicism is actual Christianity, and,

* currently, the only Catholics left are 1958 Sedevacantists.

Eventually, there will be only three sides to the conflict, from a spiritual perspective:

* Intentional and Conscious Satanists

* Erroneous Heretics/Pagans/Heathens/Atheists/Agnostics (i.e. all those not necessarily outright evil, but following false religions to appease their own egos and demons).

* Actual Believers (i.e. 1958 Sedevacantist Catholics)

And we already know that in the end only a tiny remnant of believers will be left before our Lord returns. Sedevacantists do seem to fit all the criteria:

* There are not many of us,

* We are thorough zealots with an unflinching faith the likes of which I have never seen in any other positive context, only viciously negative one that have abandoned reason (which is a foundational principle of Catholicism) and become essentially either demonic cults of personality or of some demonic entity.

* Our religion is the only Christianity that has ever existed, which put together the Bible, which ad the traditional Mass and Popes even before the Bible was put together, which educated the world and so on. All other heretic offshoots are laughably inadequate as contenders, and this is easily demonstrable to any objective and impartial observer.

Bit there is a worldwide trend, a pattern that is becoming more and more distinct, even as its resolution gradually refines from the chaotic fog of the darkness trying to swallow all of us whole.

Convinced Protestants and their churches are crumbling. Lifelong Protestants are converting to Catholicism in sudden and unexpected ways, such as how David the Good has done.

And even those who continue to try to deny the absolute truth that there is no salvation outside of the Catholic Church, inadvertently give themselves away by praising things like the majesty of ancient Catholic cathedrals, the like of which none of the 40,000 denominations of Protestantism has ever built or will ever build.

Or subtly implying that the crusades and the crusaders were cool. They were, and they were also exclusively Catholic. Or saying “Christian Nationalism” must rise, when the very point of Catholicism was that it ruled men’s beastly passions to the point that kings and emperors followed its dogma and created the most humane and human-beneficial society ever created on Earth so far. And the only National Christianity that has ever been truly meaningful is, again, the one that ruled Catholic Nations for centuries.

Torba of Gab talking about a generic “Churchianity” so ill-defined it makes it clear he is not any kind of Christian at all, but just your NPC Churchian. In the end, you can dance around the truth only so long, but eventually, the truth will inevitably come out and be inescapable.

Like math, and more certain than the Sun rising in the East, you can hate the reality of it, you can rage against its “misogyny” or how “rude” it is for excluding the colour purple from trigonometry, or how “racist” it is for excluding absolutely everyone who is not a proper Catholic from being a Christian. Or how you want to call out how the spiritual battle invariably leads you to conclude it’s Satanists vs Catholics and always has been, without referring to Catholicism, which is the very religion that explained it all to begin with and did so alone for over a thousand years before schismatics hungry of Earthly power and human intrigue split off, followed by the Satanist inspired rebellion against God spearheaded by a fake monk that was probably Jewish and certainly connected to other Satanic people in power who wanted to diminish the Church. Or want to refer to “scripture alone” —like a bunch of brain damaged chimps— while trying to deny that scripture itself was put together by the very traditions and people you rage against and that very scripture you “believe in” has had 7 books ripped out of it by a maid-raping pervert.

Despite the human tendency to egotism and absolute levels of cognitive dissonance in order to protect that abysmally erroneous ego, there is a trend happening.

The fake religions are becoming more and more brittle and vacuous, the heretics are wavering like mirages in the sun, and Sedevacantist numbers keep increasing, both by new converts joining and by the continued adherence to Catholic principles and the production of many new babies.

The only Christianity that will make it through the dark times is the real one. The same one that the Apostles had, that the saints and martyrs had, that the crusaders and the knights of Malta had.

The only Christianity that ever existed. And not even the false usurping impostors of it currently squatting in the Vatican like malignant larvae can stop the truth of actual Catholicism.

Nothing can stop it at all.

It is, in fact, inevitable.

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By G | 2 September 2024 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Christianity, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, The Crusades - Iron Men and Saints Vol. 1

RPGs are far more useful than anyone ever realised

As a teenager I was introduced to Dungeons and Dragons, then Gamma World, Traveller, Car Wars, Top Secret, Marvel Superheroes, DC Heros, Paranoia, Star Frontiers, GURPS, the Fighting Fantasy books, Runequest (that no one ever played because it was an exercise in audit accounting mostly). I also designed several games, only two of which were polished enough for publication, The Dirty Old West, and more recently, the far more complete and more useful Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse, which also has a starter module for those that have never played a pen and paper RPG and seem to think it is some kind of arcane skill in dark arts.

The reality however is that the hardest part of pen and paper RPGs in today’s day is that most teenagers and young people are:

* often barely literate enough to even be able to read the game and understand it properly.

* raised to think that anything in paper format can be better played or understood in video format or on a computer game, and finally,

* almost certainly do not even have a set of three or four friends that they can meet up with regularly at someone’s house taking over a table for hours at a time to play the game with.

A mixture of trying to ensure children are raised in single parent families and often with no siblings, kept away from other children other than in the mandated ways approved by your overlords, and the similar atomising of adult relations, particularly of parents with children, because they are forced to struggle daily just to keep food on the table in many cases, ensures that the likelihood of a small group of friends getting together to play such games os only seen on TV if they watch programs like Stranger Things and pay attention.

So those are the down sides. The barriers to entry if you will.

However, the benefits are countless. Let me list some of the most prominent:

* A sharp increase in reading comprehension, writing ability, math ability, and learning rules and adapting them dynamically to arising unforeseen situations.

* A DEFINITE increase in imagination ability. And please, please believe me that an active imagination rooted in an approximation of certain with certain rules to follow is a far, far, FAR more useful attribute to have than learning basic knowledge o formation that is almost invariably available at your fingertips today. Being able to conceptualise a situation, problem, or idea, and then conceiving of ways and means to respond, adapt, solve or overcome them is absolutely the best brain exercise you can give a mind. It trains you to think. To find solutions. To never assume there is only one or two ways to solve a problem or situation. To think, quite literally, outside the box.

Over the last few years I tried to introduce RPGs to a few Zoomers and I was astonished at the fact that my 10 year old daughter was a better role player than they were. They seemed to be totally unable to even imagine the scenarios presented to them, while my daughter was adding contextually humorous things her character was doing, which made perfect sense from the game world perspective but were funny from our bird’s eye view of events.

The Zoomers could barely remember they had weapons to fight off the monsters they came across.

It is clear that for young people today, to play a pen and paper RPG would likely require a certain effort of will that most do not have, however, such perseverance would absolutely pay off in the long term. I can absolutely attest to the fact that playing such games made me practically better at real life situations in many more contexts that one might guess.

Ultimately, the point is that only a few will take the time and effort to learn to become players. Because after all, in all the worlds, almost all the people in them, are NPCs.

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By G | 1 September 2024 | Posted in Social Commentary, StCZA - Module 0, StCZA - Q.O.R.G., The Dirty Old West

The Divinity in the Primitive

Present day “wisdom” which is essentially the fumblings of retards with pretensions of adequacy, has it that the so-called primitive part of us is a brutish thug with little in the way of redeeming qualities.

The truth is quite different.

Aside the fact that the ancient Greeks, Romans, Japanese and so on had advanced functioning cultures, though only the Roman one lasted some 800 years before collapsing, the longest empire beside that of the Catholic Church, which has so far lasted two millennia (and counting, if in a much reduced form), the truth is that they had great thinkers too, the like of which on modern times seems to be lacking.

But I am now referring to an even more ancient aspect of our nature. The one of the time of Cro-Magnum and the Neanderthals. The one of sabre tooth tigers and mammoths, and even older.

The side of us that can kill on a whim, have sex to reproduce as a biological imperative free of any logic or reason.

In its basic form, this aspect of humanity has been painted as the eternal boogy man to hide, destroy and stamp out.

But if you have noticed all the lies you have been told to date, is this any different?

Allow me to pose a few premises or syllogisms for a thought experiment.

1. God is real and good

2. God makes humans

3. The purpose must be good and as such at least some humans or perhaps even some part of all humans, must, necessarily, be good.

In ancient times the instinctive beast-like natures were activated due to being in survival mode. And as such helped propagate such instincts thanks to those who survived.

Time and biology marched on, and people die and people tell that dead person’s story. So over time we got stories of what became heroic personages and by the middle ages, the very concept of courage, honesty, chivalry, justice, and so on were an intrinsic part of the fabric of Christendom. Exemplified by the Catholic West to a quality and quantity never before or since seen.

The point is that in that period, the beast-like nature was tempered and honed into the pinnacle of an instinct that had now been imbibed with Catholic principles of virtue.

One only needs to review the historical record of how the crusaders behaved in 1095 to see that there was a sense of justice, charity, self-sacrifice and devotion that was absolutely real, expected and demonstrated that today is essentially mythology that is not present in any facet of life, but rather in only a few and select individuals that by a mixture of genetics, happenstance, and personal discipline, have moulded themselves into such men.

And they are in almost every way vilified by the modern world and every attempt is made to label them as toxic, violent, aggressive, misogynistic, brutish, troglodytes to be caged.

Almost every instinctual response they may have, including those absolutely forged in divine Justice, is today labelled as somehow scandalously brutal and unacceptable.

While the opposite is the case.

A case in point, not to aggrandise myself, but to elucidate the point from real, lived, experience may better express what I mean in a relatable way.

Ona trip by train in London once, a black man with a bicycle boarded the train and then stood next to a white woman of middle age, who looked like a perfectly normal lady going about her day.

He started swearing at her for no discernible reason. They had not boarded together, she had not spoken to him at all. He started of with comments of the sort:

“Hey bitch, what you gonna do, huh?”

“Bitches like you, I know, you’re a whore. Fucking bitch. I will fuck you.”

He would go quiet for a second or five then start again. The train compartment I was in was full, and I was sitting at the opposite end. I watched this for at least a minute or two, not a soul in that compartment reacted. All in perfect British unison, they seemed to all be deaf-mutes. The lady kept her head slightly bowed looking straight ahead in obvious distress. Having made my calm observations for long enough, I felt first of all disgust at every member of the (supposedly) male species in that whole compartment. Then, pity for the woman, and finally, the slight beginning of anger at the stupid monkey, harassing her. His confidence in his ability to behave that way clearly tied to his belief —probably through experience— that most white people in the UK are afraid to confront a belligerent African.

Having lived 25 years in Africa, I am well aware of the chips on various people’s shoulders. None of which are ever justified. Even when there is a trend. Is there a trend of Afrikaaners thinking badly of Italians? Sure. Of Germans doing it too? Sure. Do I care? No. Never have. Why? Becaise it doesn’t matter at all. It is not my job to know nor care what anyone else thinks about what they assume I am or might be like. The only thing I need to do is act or react as appropriate to any given situation, person or moment in line with MY code of ethics. Mine. Which is absolute and absolutely clear and equal for all people. Even in my unfairness (for example, I will choose my child’s life over the life of ten children I don’t know) I also accept that another person is entitled to the same unfairness if they are in that position.

And MY code of ethics has little to do with the laws of any country on Earth, because my code is primarily if not entirely based on the concept of justice. While all systems of human laws are primarily (at best) based on preserving “social order” which generally also means one set of rules for each strata of society depending on power and money available to them. Justice cares not at all for either aspect.

And that is why I decided there and then to educate the stupid monkey pretending to be a human insofar as such a creature cam be educated. So I shouted:

“Hey!” Which made every sphincter in that compartment suddenly clench.

“You are going to shut the fuck up or I am going to get out of this seat and every fucking bone in your body.” It was said at a volume that no doubt could be heard in the next compartment over too.

And all of a sudden, there was not so much as a paper rustling. Perfect stillness and silence. It’s amazing how the impending prospect of sudden violence makes everyone suddenly focus and be aware. The stillness is calming to me. It is nerve-wracking to most and sends some into an almost hysterical state of silent panic. But for me it is calming, because it is the prelude to finally releasing all the stupid tensions and stresses I have to hold in daily when surrounded by the unconscious. The zombies that go about like the undead. The monkey like this fucker, flinging shit every day of his life simply because mo one ever took the time to break his nose every time he behaved like a monkey instead of a human being.

Eventually he spoke up, only confirming exactly what I had judged him to be.

“Is it because I am black?”

That’s all he had. That was his shield.

“Keep talking and if I get up from this seat by the time I am finished you will also be blue, red and a bit white too if some bones break well enough.”

The train had pulled in to the next station and the African was now rather panicked. His race card had been checked and ignored.

“Well, anyway, you can’t assault me, because there is an undercover police here, and he’ll arrest you.”

At first I thought he was just making it up but I glanced at the man he had indicated and I saw fear and shame in his eyes. The disgust I felt was palpable.

“No. He won’t do anything. And this is the last time I tell you. Speak again and I will get up. And once I am up I will come over there and break every bone you have in you. And I will stop only when I am good and done. Then, after, if I feel like it I might let that faggot cop arrest me. But you won’t know either way. You’re not going to be conscious by then.”

There was silence as the train doors opened.

The African took his bicycle, swung it round and as he quickly exited said:

“Anyway, this is my stop.”

At that point the whole compartment actually burst into laughter. No violence was going to happen, the threat for it had evaporated and the last comment was so fake and ridiculous it just resulted in everyone releasing their tension with laughter.

A stop or two later I reached my destination and I made a point to cross the car and step past the plainclothes cop. Looking him square in the eyes I told him:

“You consider yourself a policeman? You are a disgrace.”

He kept quiet and didn’t respond at all.

The point is that even if I had got up and beat the shit out of that guy with the bicycle, that would have been nothing but good. It would have made him hesitate to ever behave that way again, and that would only be a net good. But in modern society, they want to stop any semblance of justice from happening. In fact, in the UK right now, they want to make injustice the rule. You can kill, rape or do all sorts of things and get away with it, depending on the colour of your skin. And since those reading are almost invariably assuming that my reaction was also based on skin colour, the use of the word “monkey” supposedly proving it in their own (actually racist) minds, they would be at a loss to explain how a very nearly identical scenario I was also involved in involved a small Indian man as the victim and a white, definitely English man as the offensive monkey. In fact there were two such incidents. One in which I actually did have to intervene. So on the race basis I am 2 for 1 against the whites.

Because that’s just how things played out. I also had other situations happen with people with dark skin and people with white skin. But the one thinking about such things is you. Not me. I know you think about them so I point things out here, and yes, there ARE differences in culture, behaviour, religion between different ethnicities. And no, they are not often compatible. But that is not the issue being discussed here.

The issue being discussed here is that thanks to reason, logic, and through it the virtues that Catholicism has stated are virtues, that have since permeated almost all Western society as now being considered generic virtues, it has been possible to tame the beast-nature to have a divinely tinged response.

I am not certain if such a quality can be purely trained or taught. I feel a component of it is almost certainly genetic. Logic dictates this is most likely the case, although, of course, proper understanding of the faith, training, learning mental and emotional discipline, and a strong desire to become a certain way, all help in making this way of being a reality.

The point is that it has been shown historically through the ages to be a possibility, various societies had warrior castes that achieved a similar level of divinely inspired reactions.

So; if you are that way inclined, begin to explore your own inner world and motives, and see if you can’t learn to lean more towards a more natural, tempered, honest and true aspect of your true nature. And remember that every man is different. My “sliders” (for you Gen Z and younger computer gamers) or “stats” (for pen and paper roleplayers of Gen X) are almost entirely shifter on the character trait: Seeking Justice (stolen from the old and not very successful Role playing hame called DC Heroes, based on the characters from the DC comic books.)

But your own true nature may be to achieve martyrdom, to sacrifice your time and efforts to God or those you love in a spirit of joyous giving.

It may be to seek material success (in which case you netter stay as conscious as possible, since your instinctual nature is probably closer to that of a feral rat).

Nor is the judgment of “society” necessarily any indication of what is good or evil. Especially lately. You are likely to be told that making a large family is “bad” when it has always been a blessing from God until the so-called “modern” age.

They will tell you absurd nonsense such as violence is never the answer, which is a lie so obvious that a child gets it, since the only reason they teach that is so that they have the monopoly on the use of violence.

So use your own mind, your own reason, to evaluate things. Ideally Catholicism first (meaning understanding that today the Vatican is not Catholic but Satanist) and then your own choice of who you are or want to be.

Godspeed to you if you take me up on this.

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By G | 1 September 2024 | Posted in Ancient Technology, Believe, Christianity, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, The Crusades - Iron Men and Saints Vol. 1

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