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Next Project: Chickens

It will be a while still but I have the location and I think most of the equipment required to build a sizeable chicken coop; so that’s going to be the next project.

I am, as usual, behind on everything.

I still have about 9 tons of wood to cut for winter and a few hundred olive trees to clear at the base, as well as the forest to clear a bit internally, and the upper portion of the land to clear.

Nevertheless, there is progress. And I have many more things that I’d get done right away if I had the money, but that is always in short supply. If I had a couple hundred k to spare it would make everything so much faster and easier.

So… if you have Nazi gold or just a few tens of thousands burning a hole in your belt or bank account, feel free to hit that donate button on the Kurganate, or, better yet, let me know so we can just collect it in cash and save on the commission!

I hope you are all doing well.

Without Glitter

Dramatis Personae

Kurgan Father (KF): Me

Kurgan Mother (KM): Wife

Piglet: 3 girl

Little Viking (LV): 5 boy

Monkey: 9 girl

Scorpio Girl (SG): 12 girl

Turtle: 1 girl

Handsome Innocent Host (HIH): Father of 2

Beautiful Innocent Host (BIH): Wife of HIH and mother of their 2 boys

Doggie: very friendly black female dog

Exterior Early evening. The adults are having a pleasant round of drinks under a gazebo in the warm evening air in a well kept garden, and having entertaining conversation. The children have all been playing with each other and the dog, while occasionally passing by the table for a drink or snack.

The two older girls naturally playing and being interested in the boys who are their own age. Piglet has mostly been playing fetch with the dog and her and Turtle tend to get the occasional facewash from the enthusiastic dog.

The children also disappear from time to time down a rather steep escarpment on the edge of the property and periodically pop back up.

Suddenly, the peaceful scene is interrupted by a shocking announcement.

Monkey: Piglet is just weeing down there.

Adults… shocked silence for a few seconds.

KF: Did she take her knickers off?

Monkey: Yes.

KF: Okay, well, that’s something.

SG: She pooed.

KF & KM: (Look at each other, aghast)

KF: Pooed, are you sure?

Monkey: Yes, Little Viking and Piglet are just sitting there talking to each other while Piglet poos.

KM: (takes out wet wipes)

KF: (grabs them and places them in front of KM): Your daughter!

KM (With the face of the most long-suffering madonna): Really?

KF (Assess… It’s real pain in her eyes. The migraine she briefly mentioned before must still be ongoing): Alright. (Takes wet wipes and one of the plastic bags for used nappies and heads towards steep escarpment)

KM: I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with her!

HIH and BIH (in unison, talking over each other):

Oh don’t worry about it! It’s all normal and natural. All in nature! We have a dog and chickens, the whole area is covered in poo of some kind, it’s all part of nature!

KM: I think if you step on that nature she left somewhere down the escarpment you’ll feel differently about it!

BIH: Oh don’t worry we don’t go down there.

Meanwhile….

KF (taking careful steps down a steep and dusty incline, so as to avoid sliding into whatever gift of nature his Piglet daughter left in the area. Sees Piglet near a tree): Stay where you are, let’s clean your butt. (Wipes her clean).

Why have you got dust all over your butt? Did you sit down in the dirt to Poo?

Piglet (proudly): Yeth (she has a slight lisp)

KF: But… why? How? Never mind, don’t tell me. (Looks around).

Piglet: It’s right there. (Points to a small mound of dirt at the base of a large olive tree)

KF: You buried it?

Piglet (still proudly): Yeth!

KF: All right. (Picks up mound of human shit rolled in dirt with plastic bag and puts used wet wipes in it and ties it up.)

Piglet (knickers and trainers are both covered in pee too, but she remains fiercely proud of her achievement) I did a stinky turd!

KF (Shakes head while dragging Piglet up the steep escarpment): Why didn’t you say you needed the toilet?

Piglet: But dad! I did a stinky turd!

KF (Closes eyes. Contemplates discussing with KM the use of the vernacular “stinky turd” at home)

Go to your mother and find out if she has a change for you.

KM invariably does have a spare change for her. But not for the pissy shoes, so Piglet goes barefoot from then on. Her brother LV never used his slip-ons and was already shoeless.

FIN

We don’t have a lot of friends. But the few we have are the kind who take you child doing a stinky turd in a part of their garden as a small delivery of fertiliser instead of the act of a quasi feral barbarian masquerading as a sweet little girl that it is.

And the Fearmongering Continues

If you are the intellectual type, you can read this long-ass screed by Simplicius here, about how it’s all about to close in and the technocrats are going to own your blood with digital chips embedded in your ass (because that is the closest point to where the brain is for a lot of people) and Putin is also in on all of it, And you and me and everyone is doomed, doomed, DOOMED! Except if maybe you sit in the lotus position and meditate and pray that Generation Alpha (my son and daughters) will save you.

And in case you survive like a rat, you are even more doomed because then Nuclear war will wipe you out. According to this woman anyway, who.. WROTE A BOOK! So you really need to panic.

Here is one guy who at least puts a little reality back into the nuclear war scenario. And who also gives excellent book recommendations. For fun. That is fun books. I mean, he misses me out, but hey, I didn’t know about him either, but I feel we might get along. UPDATE: Adam Piggott tells me the man is a Covidiot who thinks Ukraine are the good guys. Oh well. You see how I am too optimistic still about humans…

The truth is really a LOT simpler. Especially if you understand one very, very, very, simple point:

NOTHING HAPPENS WITHOUT ACTION

I wish that single sentence would be enough for most readers to think about for 15 seconds, make the relevant logical syllogisms and then act accordingly.

If that were the case, there would be no COVID, the Satanists would have all been burnt at the stake and almost everyone would be a decent (sedevacantist) Catholic.

But instead we have OnlyFans tikTokers trying to discuss economic theory with their anus winking at the screen.

SO… allow me to expand…

You need to stop believing ll the bullshit on your screens.

You need to stop being such a fat, lazy, comfortable, weak, moron.

You need to simply get off your ass and start working towards what you want and ignore the naysayers, the black-pillars, the weak, the scared, the retarded.

Get fit, buy land in rural areas, get/built/buy a home there, I wrote plenty about how to defeat Clown World and yes, I know most of you are penniless and have no way to do this big style, but I addressed that too. Get a backpack, get a go bag. Figure out the geography, and at least prepare, but above all, DO NOT BUY INTO ANY OF THEIR BULLSHIT.

Start with civil disobedience and speaking your mind. I don’t care if I am in public, in polite company or anywhere else. I make sure everyone is aware of my stance of everything from the child-mutilating sex changes that Clown World wants to impose on children, to the genetic death serums they tried to force us to take, to the fact that it is mostly Jews that run the World economy and media, and that these bankers have been behind (and continue to be) behind every war, and human misery that has happened.

I don’t go around with a sandwich board, but anyone that engages in conversation with me that is not limited to the specifics of what the interaction is or the weather, and who asks my opinion or proffers their own is not left in any doubt of what I think about any of the topics they care to mention.

I had a guy that services gas bottles almost run out of the house thinking I was some kind of Nazi, which I think he was too scared to hear when I told him I don;t subscribe to Nazi ideology either.

The point is, I don’t do this with “fire in my belly”. I just do it. Like eating a sandwich or drinking a glass of water, and to the occasional shocked:

“Oh Mah Gawd! Are you Racist/Homophobic/Misogynist?”

I explain my position succinctly while testing theirs:

“Are you ok with raping little children? Are you ok with people whose religion is ok with it? I am not. Please answer.”

“Are you aware of the incidence of child sexual abuse both within the homosexual communities as well as their active incidence of perpetrating it? Why not? Are you aware if everyone was homosexual the human race would end? Can you define “natural” for me?”

“Are you aware women are more emotional than men? Do you think children have the same capacity for emotional control that adults do? Why don’t 4 year olds vote? Please explain to me how FIAT money works. Or define to me the principal foundational points of the three main world religions that affect life on this planet. Can’t do it? Why should you even vote then?”

It has a very salutary effect.

First, I have yet to meet a single person that openly disagrees with me. Secondly everyone is polite, regardless of their real opinions. Thirdly, they either stay far away from me after that, or else become friendlier.

But above all, I don’t CARE about what they are saying. And neither should you. Build your community. Build your food independence. Build your water independence. Stop relying on smart-phone anything.

Make them all work in cash money and paper, and if a shop refuses to deal in cash, stop using it.

The whole point is, as I said some 10 years ago:

City states will return.

Real Christianity (actual Catholicism in the form of Sedevacantsm has the only legitimate claim to it on Earth, regardless of if you like it or not) is what will make the difference.

They can’t impose their rules on people who don’t need them for anything and who are willing and able to resist them. You still have time. Move your ass. Stop whining and complaining and doing absolutely fuck all.

Act.

Crosses

I got the little Viking and Piglet tiny metal crosses as they keep noting my simple steel one.

The little Viking’s is silver and pretty plain and simple on a silver chain.

Piglet’s is a little fancier gold-plated chain and gold plated little cross.

As it turn out the little Viking doesn’t like the feel of something around his neck so he leaves it off, though he is very conscious of it and its symbolic importance. Today he saw it next on the bedside table and asked about it, wondering if I got him a silver one so it looks similar to mine. I replied that was indeed the case.

Piglet (3) who was standing up on the bed near me, says:

“He’s got a silver one and I have a gold one…”

Then she flings her arms up to the sky, her fuzzy curly haired head also looking up at the sky like some miniature pagan and shouts:

“I love gold!”

In case there was any doubt, she’s obviously from Viking raiders stock too.

Warriors and Farmers – Part II

I described earlier some of the similarities between Farmers and what for want of a better word —because unfortunately the woke mobs have somewhat reduced the term— I refer to as warriors.

There probably needs to be a short preamble on that word for later ease of understanding (and reference) so that those of you that become regular readers will gradually begin to “speak my language” as any good friends invariably end up doing when discussing philosophy and life; using even common words with a more specific and narrowly defined meaning.

So, then, here is my take on warriors as I see them.

Warriors: a definition

Warriors are NOT soldiers or police or generally speaking members of an organised army of a nation. Warriors can exist in those fields but are a rarity there and by (my) definition not part of such organisations by choice; precisely because soldiers, cops, etc. are merely the enforcing arm of politicians. A warrior has more of a functioning brain and code of ethics than to simply be a tool for some parasite to use for his own ends. Nevertheless, they can get drafted or occasionally end up in such places through one of the random paths life takes sometimes.

Warriors will tend to be far closer to old style hunters than soldiers. They may be professional fighters or private (freelance) security or mercenaries, but once again, generally not. You may find them working as bouncers, boxers, MMA enthusiasts, and so on, but they may also just be peaceful hikers that like hinting, weapons in general and want to simply be free to raise their families in peace.

Ultimately, a warrior will fight for principle over externally imposed “duty”. He will fight for those he loves and do so without hesitation but possibly care nothing for ideologies about this or that political side or even his supposed nation.

That last point though is a very recent development. A warrior did and should care about his nation. But Nations in the West have been destroyed, infiltrated, “diversified” and atomised, so people hardly even recognise them as such. Nations used to be relatives and people like you that thought and believed largely like you too, so it was natural to be willing to fight to protect them.

Having given the word “warrior” some “flesh”, I retune to the similarities and differences between them and farmers.

Farmers and Warriors

My friend came over again and we spent the last 8 hours non stop working on the farm. He on the tractor and me machete in hand. I am still recovering from a bout of weird sickness everyone else in our house had had but it hit me last, so I was not as efficient as I would have liked and had to work a couple or three of the hours in the shade. But despite feeling far from fit, neither nor my friend stopped for pretty much anything other than a drink of water.

He is the only other guy other than myself and my father, that I met, who has that kind of attitude towards work.

We talked little, only when clearing the radiator of dust or discussing a clearing area we wanted to create, and I noted how the farmer is just as patient, cautious and observant as the warrior/hunter, and just like them, the farmer will not hesitate to make a strong decision and run with it. The only appreciable difference I noticed is that the hunter is generally able to respond faster. Nature of the game, after all.

My friend has had all the same kind of experiences I had related to hunting, only they were related to farming.

At 13 he was tilling the earth with his dad’s tractor. At 13 I shot my first buffalo.

The other similarity I noticed is that neither type boasts. We can joke and play the fool or tease a silly man pretending to know more than he does. We may recount stories from our past, but at least half the time we are making fun of our own bad choices. But someone will almost never realise our level of competence at our talent, at least not unless they themselves become witnesses to the use of such talents.

Later in life, from our age on, we may discuss aspects of our knowledge in a general way, to share what we know with younger people, but it’s only by asking specifics that I find out what my farmer friend had to learn early on, or what kind of hardship he endured to learn it.

Neither of us had “easy” fathers, we were expected to use our reason and get things done regardless of our age. The whiny “but da-aaad” mentality simply does not exist in us and the first instinct we have when faced with a supposedly impossible problem or one requiring a supposed “expert” to solve, is to immediately try and figure out how to overcome the issue on our own terms.

My jury-rigging tends to be faster, his more durable. Working as a team there is a kind of synthesis that normally only appears between men that have worked together for years. But in our case it’s a bit like Russian Cosmonauts in Space; technically they have a ranked hierarchy, but practically, whoever knows more takes over the role of leader. It’s natural, does not require any talking and each one falls into the role of leader or attentive follower as required.

It really is a pleasure to work with the man, and despite our fathers having been pretty harsh, I think possibly the only other man that kind of synthesis of action worked with was my own father.

And today my boy came out to us of his own volition. He wanted me to have him ride the tractor with me again (I had done it a day or so earlier, barely able to walk still from my illness, but I has promised him I’d take him on it) and today after he rode the tractor with my friend and pulled a few levers and he was asked if he had fun he simply said a laconic: “Yup.”

Later when it was just the two of us he opened up more and told me he liked riding the tractor a lot.

He’d sat with me watching me cut a few things branches and clearing stuff and reorganising a water line and electric line to better accommodate where the chicken coop will go.

And that morning at breakfast with just us two, as all his sisters and mother were still in bed he told me how he loves our home and how school is boring when you have to go every day.

Just hold on a bit longer son. If I can manage it you’ll be home schooled and be able to learn far more than they would try and indoctrinate into you. I just need his Italian to become fluent first. And a few more parents on the same page as us.

It may be slow, but it’s coming together.

Others called my project the Kurganate and I went along with it since they had given me the nickname already anyway, but the reality is I don’t much care what it’s called. As long as we can build a strong community that is self-sufficient and capable of retaining its independence no matter what, and hopefully do so before ai drop dead of old age, it will be worth it.

If you’re not doing something along these lines then you have my prayers and sadness. This is just the start of what will need to be done to protect your freedom to be a human being and not some half-cyborged slave-class property of some Satanic Oligarch.

One of the last things I said to my friend today:

“It’s funny how your life and mine seem to be parallels of each other, yours in farming, mine in hunting.”

His reply:

“It’s a good combination. Both will be needed.”

I told him whatever we manage to grow on my land we will share so his family too can benefit. It is my land, bought and paid for and it will hopefully go to my children after I pass, but if my plan works, others will buy land and property near us with the same mindset and the same religion; and proper Catholicism will rise again.

The next few posts will expose what you can expect in the coming years. This is how you prepare.

The Coming Chaos

Simplicius has an excellent post on the inner workings of Mordor. And if you live in or near Mordor, it behoves you to read the whole thing. It really spells out in plain and simple language what some of us have known in the broader sense about the USA for decades, but also details the effects of the real vermin that infests that country.

Todd Starnes: 

Something smells. 

Why would President Biden announce such a momentous and historic decision on a Sunday afternoon on a social media platform? The letter he posted was not written on White House stationary. And his signature appeared to be photoshopped. Also, Biden’s signature was underlined and typically he does not underline his name. 

His staff only found out once the message had been posted on X. And Cabinet members were notified by the Chief of Staff — not Biden. 

The last time the public saw Biden he feebly walked down the stairs of Air Force One and had to be physically assisted into the presidential limo. He has not been seen in public since. 

How do we know Biden wrote that letter? And how do we know that Biden posted the letter on his X page? There wasn’t even an official White House photograph of the moment. 

His brother, Frank Biden, told CBS News that health “absolutely” was the deciding factor in the decision. And then he told CBS “Selfishly, I will have him back to enjoy whatever time he has left.” 

Is President Biden still alive? Is he awake and alert? Is he in command of his faculties? With respect, we need to see proof of life.

It’s clear there is far more going on under the hood than meets the eye. 

Firstly, it all ties into the Trump assassination attempt and ongoing Congressional testimony of Director of Secret Service Kimberly Cheatle. The testimony has revealed there are likely a lot of things being hidden from the public about the would-be assassin Thomas Crooks and his potential dealings with the FBI. 

Tellingly, Cheatle refused to answer if Crooks was “acting alone”:

An investigation by Heritage foundation showed that a digital device visiting Crooks’ home multiple times has been geo-located to the vicinity of an FBI office in Washington DC in late June. 

The regime is being laid bare before our eyes. What are the chances that literally only a week or two after the failed assassination of his chief rival, the “most popular president in history” (80+ million votes!) unceremoniously drops out—and now there’s even talk of an imminent resignation from the presidency. Things are off the Richter scale of uncanniness.

That’s right peasants, in the interest of saving demonocracy, the illusion of democracy has now been done entirely away with to ensure you get the demon you deserve in place.

I of course have been saying for about 35 years that the only way to get rid of parasitic, vampiric, infesting, toxic, thieving vermin, is to simply eradicate it. And as I am, of course, dealing with brambles on a massive scale, I have taken to heart the kind note that a reader suggested with regard to a specific type of Spanish Scythe.

And while, I am far away from Mordor, it is well known, that servants of Sauron, in the form of Nazgul, are spread throughout all of the Earth, and they run the lands for him all over our accursed Earth.

But that is why I concentrate on eradicating the vile devil-spawned infesting things. And after, I shall build walls. Long, beautiful walls with look-out towers, so we can see any invading orcs from afar.

And when the Nazgul send their orcs, we will be ready.

I strongly suggest if you live in or near Mordor that you prepare accordingly, as I have advised for at least three years on this blog. Ge tout of the worst orc-infested areas, build communities of Men (Catholics) or whatever other tribe you belong to, Hobbits, Elves, Half-elves, whatever (Heretics and Heathens) to prepare and be ready to push back at the orc-hordes (SJWs, Feminists, Communists, LGBT-Pedoists, “Pagans”, “Wiccans”, Gatekeepers, Frauds, Impostors (Novus Ordo fake “Catholic” Clergy), Pro-abortionists, Freemason, Rosicrucians, Satanists, etc. after all, their name is Legion).

It is the only way. it has always been this way. Such is the battle between Evil and Good.

So take heart, make ready, grow your communities, your food, your clean water, your energy indipendence, and sharped your Two-Handed swords, war-hammers, Bastard Swords, Long Swords, Short Swords, Daggers, Arrows tips and bolts, balance your maces and flails, train your warhorses and raise your male children as warriors and your female children as feminine maidens that are nevertheless able to stab usurpers in the neck with their painted and pretty steel needles doubling as hair-arranging “pins”.

The wave of Mordor’s Chaos will surge over all lands soon enough.

So prepare, Western man. Prepare and be of a glad heart and raised Spirit.

Farmwork, Farmers, and Warriors

I’ve not blogged this weekend really, because, having broken the joint between the tractor and the trincia twice in a row, this weekend was spend doing work more to my station in life as far as farming is concerned:

Swinging a machete at brambles and various weeds and shoots at the base of my olive trees for 7 hours in a row while my good friend who is born to tractors the way I was born to guns, spent the same time making my almost jungle into a pristine field.

The man worked without a shirt or suntan lotion the whole time and the exhaust from the tractor had covered him in a fine layer of soot by the end of the day. Walking back to the house for some fish lunch/dinner my daughter had actually cooked, I said:

“Well, I was doing most of the slave-work, but looks like you’re the black one today.”

His reply: “What, this? No, this is suntan lotion.”

He’s a little guy but he’s tough, and even though we only met some three years ago, I knew right away the kind of guy he is. Very polite but will not hesitate to speak his mind, so after the first few times we met up with him and his wife and son and he started helping me here and there when he asked me something a few weeks after we met I told him: “Look. There is no point in all the politeness with me. I’m kind of a savage, so let’s just pretend we’ve known each other for 30 years and we can dispense with the formalities.”

He’s spent about 30 hours in the last three weekends helping me out, not to mention finding the tractor with attachments in the first place. He’d spent about a month or so visiting people over 100km away to see their tractors (in the rain in the final instance) because he knew I am about as ignorant as a goat about Tractors.

When I got the tractor and saw what I had, I realised it was literally worth twice what I paid for it, so I told him it wasn’t my tractor. It was ours. I put in cash, he put in the sweat and knowledge.

If I manage to make this farm economically viable, I plan to share whatever profits we can make with him.

And though it will be a much simpler task than what he’s been doing tractor-wise, when he eventually gets his rifle, I plan to take him to the range and help him with what I know.

Truly the friendships between men that are still men is a unique thing. And may a curse lie on all those freaks that try and make this kind of friendship as if it were in some way related to their own degenerate faggotry. Polluting everything from the Illiad to Ancient Rome with their revisionist fake news.

I commented to a friend that while I am just about useless as a farmer, because I come from hunters, soldiers, fighters, crusaders (literally), and warriors, I have always noticed that farmers and warriors, though being different, always have a deep respect for each other.

He commented that:

“Because reality has been a real bitch to both of them.”

And I said:

“Yet neither type resents it.”

And it’s true. I think we get on because you absolutely cannot be a farmer or a fighter or a hunter without accepting reality.

And the ways are kind of similar if applied differently.

Both need to be patient. The farmer to plan and do his work according to the weather and proper ways of nature. The hunter to track and stalk or wait for his prey, regardless of the weather.

When action is required it has to be decisive and swift but not emotional or impulsive.

A farmer and a warrior both must love and take care of their tools, yet not be so attached to them either, as ultimately they are a means to an end.

In all things, farming and warring with other men force you to deal with reality and nature, because, like food and water, like the weather, violence among men has always existed, and as long as we are on this Earth, always will.

It’s funny how both his name and mine are quite literally dedicated to God and His Love for us humans. He’s named after one of the few cool Popes and his surname literally means From God’s Place.

I’m named after Mary’s husband and my surname is from the Greek for Friend or Lover, as is my family motto on our shield: Love Conquers All.

God truly has a subtle and refined sense of humour. And life is good.

Farmwork, Farmers, and Warriors

I’ve not blogged this weekend really, because, having broken the joint between the tractor and the trincia twice in a row, this weekend was spend doing work more to my station in life as far as farming is concerned:

Swinging a machete at brambles and various weeds and shoots at the base of my olive trees for 7 hours in a row while my good friend who is born to tractors the way I was born to guns, spent the same time making my almost jungle into a pristine field.

The man worked without a shirt or suntan lotion the whole time and the exhaust from the tractor had covered him in a fine layer of soot by the end of the day. Walking back to the house for some fish lunch/dinner my daughter had actually cooked, I said:

“Well, I was doing most of the slave-work, but looks like you’re the black one today.”

His reply: “What, this? No, this is suntan lotion.”

He’s a little guy but he’s tough, and even though we only met some three years ago, I knew right away the kind of guy he is. Very polite but will not hesitate to speak his mind, so after the first few times we met up with him and his wife and son and he started helping me here and there when he asked me something a few weeks after we met I told him: “Look. There is no point in all the politeness with me. I’m kind of a savage, so let’s just pretend we’ve known each other for 30 years and we can dispense with the formalities.”

He’s spent about 30 hours in the last three weekends helping me out, not to mention finding the tractor with attachments in the first place. He’d spent about a month or so visiting people over 100km away to see their tractors (in the rain in the final instance) because he knew I am about as ignorant as a goat about Tractors.

When I got the tractor and saw what I had, I realised it was literally worth twice what I paid for it, so I told him it wasn’t my tractor. It was ours. I put in cash, he put in the sweat and knowledge.

If I manage to make this farm economically viable, I plan to share whatever profits we can make with him.

And though it will be a much simpler task than what he’s been doing tractor-wise, when he eventually gets his rifle, I plan to take him to the range and help him with what I know.

Truly the friendships between men that are still men is a unique thing. And may a curse lie on all those freaks that try and make this kind of friendship as if it were in some way related to their own degenerate faggotry. Polluting everything from the Illiad to Ancient Rome with their revisionist fake news.

I commented to a friend that while I am just about useless as a farmer, because I come from hunters, soldiers, fighters, crusaders (literally), and warriors, I have always noticed that farmers and warriors, though being different, always have a deep respect for each other.

He commented that:

“Because reality has been a real bitch to both of them.”

And I said:

“Yet neither type resents it.”

And it’s true. I think we get on because you absolutely cannot be a farmer or a fighter or a hunter without accepting reality.

And the ways are kind of similar if applied differently.

Both need to be patient. The farmer to plan and do his work according to the weather and proper ways of nature. The hunter to track and stalk or wait for his prey, regardless of the weather.

When action is required it has to be decisive and swift but not emotional or impulsive.

A farmer and a warrior both must love and take care of their tools, yet not be so attached to them either, as ultimately they are a means to an end.

In all things, farming and warring with other men force you to deal with reality and nature, because, like food and water, like the weather, violence among men has always existed, and as long as we are on this Earth, always will.

It’s funny how both his name and mine are quite literally dedicated to God and His Love for us humans. He’s named after one of the few cool Popes and his surname literally means From God’s Place.

I’m named after Mary’s husband and my surname is from the Greek for Friend or Lover, as is my family motto on our shield: Love Conquers All.

God truly has a subtle and refined sense of humour. And life is good.

Life Imitates Art

It is not new for me to write some fiction that later gets revealed to be a lot closer to fact than anyone, including me, had ever thought.

It is also the case that my non-fiction, tends to both be correct as well as ahead of the current paradigm of how reality operates by several decades.

This has been consistently true in really all of my published books, starting with the Face on Mars, which predicted realities about Mars and its magnetosphere as well as many other aspects of the Face and related “City” that have now essentially been proven true even if the level of “noise” from NASA and other current events has had the tendency of sweeping most of these facts under the conscious threshold of most people.

This makes it so that The Face on Mars remains absolutely relevant today and still explains more about human history, what happened on Mars (with factual, empirical evidence, not some woo-woo opinion) antigravity technology, and its origins and consequences than any single volume work ever written to date. And despite one of it central concepts being plagiarised by journalists like Graham Hancock, they still get the baseline history and its rather obvious deductive conclusions wrong, mostly because they have their own egos and pet opinions to overcome. A problem I don’t suffer from since I am merely genuinely interested in the facts, wherever they may lead me.

My personal opinions or imagined flights of fancy I put in my fiction work, as I did over a period of almost 30 years in my fiction omnibus of three books collated in one: Nazi Moon.

And as it turns out, a lot of the fiction in that story, certainly as relates to the technology, but also as it relates to human history to some extent, has outperformed my wildest expectations, since many of the things I thought I was simply “exaggerating” for cinematic effect, in fact prove to be a lot closer to already existing technology than I was aware of at the time of writing.

This is not really all that surprising, because if you are interested in physics, astronomy, space-flight technology, and so on, as you discover some of the enormous lies we have been fed and discover the truer aspects of certain concepts and technologies —and then you find geological and astronomical evidence that fits perfectly with the discovery and the theory you might have pieced together— then, any speculative projections you might make in order to write related science fiction will likely have a logical projection and thread that is often going to fit reality. Even if that reality is hidden or unknown to you when you come up with it.

What I did not expect was that I was spot on even with my most recent fiction, (In the Shadow of Monte Castello) which is what I would call mostly fantasy. That is, the “science” part of my Inferos Vortex series is pure “handwavium”.

Or so I thought.

As it turns out, my absolute fancy guess at the “real” purpose of CERN, turns out to… well… actually be the real purpose of CERN.

At this point I really don’t know what to say, other than load up on silver, small forges, and get thee to a Sede priest right away for baptism and bottles of Holy Water!

And yes, I promise the Inferos Vortex Series is going to be very quick. Book 2 will be out this month, and we’ll see if I do a book 3 or more, but if I do I promise they will be fast on each other’s tails unlike my Overlords of Mars (Nazi Moon) series which took me years to do.

I can say this with some confidence because I wrote book 1 – In the Shadow of Monte Castello in a little over a week. That’s because I wrote it mostly as a divertimento thinking about the opening scene as I was walking on the fields of my property late at night. When I decided to put it down, the rest followed completely naturally and amusingly. I genuinely had a lot of fun writing it. And the same goes for book 2, which is already 80% done despite the last month having been extremely difficult time-wise, and the book being considerably longer than the first one. I will definitely get book 2 out in the next couple of weeks or so and then we will see if it warrants a book 3. Which I have no idea about yet, as I rarely know how things will go until I see where the story goes myself.

What?! You think I control all aspects of what the characters in my story get up to?!? Those guys all have minds of their own. They’d run off the pages and roam the world free if I didn’t keep them inside the computer on my desk!

PS: all links above are to Amazon versions for paper copies only, but a few books are only available in E-Book format only and all E-books are available cheaper and only directly from my E-book store here.

Why Nothing Works Anymore

The usual suspects running the planet all suffer from a disease that is incurable in their ranks:

They are completely deluded regarding how reality works. They essentially, and at its deepest level, believe in magic. And more specifically, in their ability to do this magic and have reality warp to their will.

This is a complex subject and I hope at least some of what I write here will be understood at the level I intend.

Depending on your outlook, you might say that “magic” to a certain level does exist, if you assume things like miracles can, have and do occur. Describing and defining this level of metaphysical reality is complex and difficult in part because of the very subject matter not easily lending itself to what I would call strict scientific testing procedures on the one hand, and partly because we quite simply don’t even have the right words to describe certain aspects of the phenomenon, so we use analogies and approximations and the result is sub-optimal; especially given the constant efforts by the wicked to increasingly pervert language at even the most basic level, such as using the word “gender” —which is a purely linguistic related word to define words in romantic languages that have a masculine/feminine— to try and describe imaginary, false, and absurd concepts of sexuality as if they were a natural and normal part of life.

So let me try and define a few concepts first, which will, if understood, not only explain why nothing works anymore, but how the world “rulers” are ultimately as doomed as the “useless eaters” they hate so much, though their eventual downfall and demise is on a much longer and gradual path, but I am not sure it is necessarily preferable to the relatively short and brutal one they have in store for us.

Please keep in mind that none of these definitions are necessarily perfect, or complete, except the first one that defines reality.

Reality: While we may not always be aware, or even capable of being aware or understanding every aspect of it (or even perhaps the majority of it when considered in terms of the entirety of creation) it remains a fact that reality is objective. That is, for any specific event, situation, perspective, at any given time and place, there is an overarching reality or truth that is true independent of the positions or relative aspects of perception or fact of any of the constituent parts of the situation, circumstance event or concept. As a result, our powers of observation, deduction and induction, based on logic, are fundamental in our ability to understand and deal with reality in a useful manner.

Ethics: All ethics, if they are to be objective, must, necessarily and inescapably, be tied to the Will of the Creator. Absent a creator, no system, behaviour or action can be said to be any more or less ethical or moral than any other. At best you can claim a preference of one kind or another, but there is, nor could be, any objective reason why murder or rape could be considered intrinsically wrong when compared to acts of charity. And ultimately, absent a creator and thus a valid, objective authority for any ethics or morals, nothing matters. Not only does the individual return to meaningless dust, but so does the entirety of the human race, with the same total absence of meaning. As an aside, for the nodding nihilistic atheists, this in itself is not the only reason or evidence for there being a Creator, it is just one of many data points.

Practical aspects of physical reality

While there are many and important aspects of abstract reality as well as philosophy and logic which may be considered non-physical, there are many aspects that concern primarily the physical realm, even if they may well be driven by non-physical realities, and the average human being is mostly concerned with this aspect of reality in his day to day life. This is not to say the non-physical aspects are not important, or even primary in their influencing and directing our actions and reactions on the physical plane, they absolutely are, and as such, the question inevitably arises for each one of us of how and why you do as you do. Or not do, as the case may be. In short, your behaviour on the physical plane, is absolutely informed by your philosophical belief. This is true even if you are not aware of what that belief is.

You might say as an Atheist you don’t believe in a creator (and as such you also don’t believe in ethics as objective, even if you will argue the opposite until you go blue in the face, all you can argue for is your preferences, which have authority over precisely no one outside of yourself unless you are willing to impose your preferences by the use of force. And yes, this is the absolute reality, even if you don’t realise it. Trust me, as an ex-atheist I at least understood this point even then) and so your “unbelief” informs your choices. You might never have considered any of these things deeply, as most have not, and thus inhabit the general morass of vague Agnosticism and Churchianity that most people exist in, which is really just a more comfortable self-deception to allow you to deny you only do what you prefer instead of what is objectively more just.

You may also ascribe to various philosophies, ideologies, religions and beliefs that are mostly wrong, or in any case at least partially wrong. In fact, it is a given, certainly in real Christianity that not a single human on Earth is perfect and only Jesus was, by virtue of being God made man as per the mystery of the Trinity.

Nevertheless, some ideas, philosophies and so on are demonstrably closer to reality and consistently produce better overall results than others. As such, it certainly matters what your beliefs are, regardless of whether you even know what they are in any depth or not.

Once you understand these three basic concepts, it becomes obvious why certain people behave in ways that are relatively absurd in terms of objective reality that is cognisant of an objective aspect of Truth, Justice and Ethics.

Let us now think about such things in some more detail and see why this naturally leads to a generic degradation of services at all levels.

Some moral points to determine your overall philosophy.

Let’s begin with a few easy ones.

Would you say a philosophy that accepts child rape as natural and normal is something you personally prefer as a philosophy? Or that at any rate you think is the best approximation of objective reality? If not, would you then agree that any such philosophy as might exist that has the normalisation of child rape as part of its tenets is a philosophy that even if it had other components that might be accurate in reflecting reality, this one glaring error in it is enough to declare the whole thing suspect and therefore not to be used or accepted in any general way as a whole?

I am certainly of that persuasion. If you are too, then you clearly cannot be a Muslim or a Jew, since both those religions make it explicitly clear that child rape is perfectly acceptable in their belief systems.

Of course that leaves a great many other systems of belief, but if you are similar to myself in regard to child rape, you may at least be steering clear of those two. Hinduism results in strict caste systems determined by birth, not any kind of meritocracy, and thus, aside from any other aspects of it I tend to be inclined to think it is nonsense, since I have met people from all walks of life and their character is not determined purely from who or where they were born to, but also by their choices in life. That still leaves Buddhism, Taoism and Shintoism, along with a general Zen Agnostic Stoicism. Buddhism has many facts and most rely on the principle of not doing harm, which is a good start, however, those versions that did rely on non-violence to extreme levels have been for the most part taken over by other philosophies that are quite happy to use force. See Tibet for example. Or the Amish when rules against raw milk came into force.

Taoism, shintoism and generic Zen agnosticism and Stoicism all are generally relatively practical, can encompass aspects of self-defence and do not concern themselves overmuch with the after life, other than a generic reverence for the dead ancestors and maintaining a good overall family name reputation. Its adherence to various principles of justice or ethics can be somewhat arbitrary in that they are most often coloured by regional, cultural or geographic aspects and can vary greatly from place to place. This tends to suggest a general lack of coherence that indicates it cannot be a good approximation of reality beyond general over-arching views that are held together by a feeble reliance of possibly tradition or general amorphous concepts of “justice” that in any case each individual may feel personally different about and thus react differently to. Absent an overarching moral imperative beside a generic “do good” perspective, what exactly “doing good” entails, as well as its opposite, remains at least partially subjective to each person and thus ultimately not particularly fair or objective in the finer aspects of life.

When you look at Christianity, the situation is not much different. Almost all versions of what people call “Christianity” do not, in fact, have detailed, written down, specific positions, rules, principles or laws that one can refer to, other than one: Catholicism.

The result is that in every other aspect of Churchianity, the adherence tends to again be of a generic, amorphous, undefined type, of “overall do good” with the only real difference from say Buddhists, being that they ascribe their behaviour to being “Jesus followers” instead of “Buddha followers” or imitators. Leaving aside the fact that in both instances the practitioners fall very far short of the imitation of their supposed Godhead.

Only Catholicism took the step of ensuring its rules were codified and written down throughout the two millennia of its existence, and even that was a rather messy and difficult thing to follow as the documents piled up and only a select few had full access to them as well as the capacity to grasp their nuances and details. Finally however, all of these documents were vetted, examined and checked for ensuring no contradiction existed and were summarised and encoded in the Pio-Benedictine Code of Canon Law of 1917. This astonishing document essentially comprised (and referenced for completion) all of the dogmatic beliefs of the Catholic Church into one volume. No other religion has ever done or even attempted this. And here are a few important points to note:

Firstly: The broad history of Catholicism demonstrates many things, but among the two most important ones are that:

  • It was ferociously attacked from the very start, and many attempts at subverting and changing and perverting it have been made constantly throughout its history. The very fact it continued and continues to exist unchanged in its core (divine) philosophies, while making various changes and allowances (all of which can and at times have been returned to origin and/or done away with) for the human aspect of managing a world-wide organisation is in itself probably indicative of supernatural and miraculous protection given the absolute flaws in every human alive and the clear infiltration in the Church from the earliest times of frauds, impostors, nefarious enemies of the Church, greedy and power-hungry misers and so on.
  • Catholicism has not only civilised the world in terms of providing many human improvements like the scientific method, the abolition of slavery, the elevating of women to a role in the family that is respected while not pedastalised, an increase in art, architecture and beauty in general, as well as the raising of logic, mathematics and philosophy as a whole towards a more holistic, humane and charitable aspect, but it has done all this all while respecting the individual instead of mechanising him and his contributions to the human race.

These two aspects of catholicism are absolutely fundamental to evaluating it in the proper human and historical context. Despite many evil and corrupt men that pretended to be Catholics throughout the ages, the overall contribution of Catholicism to the human race has been overwhelmingly positive to a degree that absolutely no other philosophy in all the known history of mankind can make claim to. It’s not even remotely close. And this point alone should immediately make you begin to suspect that perhaps then, at least certainly in its overarching ways, Catholicism may indeed be the best representation of reality we have ever been able to come up with. This in itself, as a purely intellectual exercise is a fascinating topic to explore. If you do take the time to do so, it becomes pretty obvious fairly quickly that the Catholic Church too, suffered a huge tectonic shift as a result of the Vatican II heresies where two millennia of dogmatic and divinely inspired rules were literally flipped to their opposites. Luckily, prior to this event, the Code of Canon Law of 1917 had already been put together since Pope Pius X had seen the writing on the wall with regard to the massive subterfuges infiltrations that had started since the late 1700s and by the start of the 20th Century were Hellhound towards the destruction of every royal House in Europe (because since Charlemagne nearly a millennium earlier, European nobility had been recognised as the defenders of the Catholic faith). By 1958 however, the last valid Pope (as per Catholic dogma) had died and impostor antipope had usurped the Throne of Peter (this was not a unique occurrence, there have been over 40 antipopes in the Church’s history before 1958). This is clear and obvious if you simply follow the rules defined and described for all eternity in the Code of Canon Law of 1917, which covers the entire period of the history of the Church up to 1917. The only other ex-cathedra documents which need to be considered are those published by valid Popes from 1917 to 1958. After 9th October 1958, there has, to date, not been a valid Pope back on the throne of Peter, although valid Priests and Bishops continue to exist, that is, the ones that never faltered and continue to follow the proper Catholic rules as set out in the CoCL of 1917, the valid Popes, accepted catholic tradition and the Bible. None of these people are in the Vatican currently, which is now an infested hive of pedophiles, freemasons, satanists and homosexual orgies fuelled by cocaine.

There is a third aspect of actual Catholicism (now referred to as Sedevacantism [from Latin: Empty Chair, as the chair of Peter being empty of a valid Pope]) that is also extremely important: A willingness to defend itself by whatever appropriate means, including violence if necessary. This universal divine right every living creature has, is a natural part of Catholicism, as is the concept of the death penalty for certain crimes. This means that Catholicism does not suffer from the “non-violent” trope that has been pushed on humanity by those who want to have the monopoly on violence. In this respect then, Sedevacantist Catholics are the biggest real threat to those who would rule us by virtue of their “magic” word-spells.

And if you look around, the Satanists in the Vatican rail against sedevacatists with more vitriol than any other group, while they extend brotherly love to religions and people that literally would prefer every Christian on Earth dropped dead. It’s quite the contrast to observe. Now, why should this be?

Well, consider:

The ruling class that sees itself as lords and masters of humanity with everyone not a member of their club being at best their slave or sexual plaything to be discarded and used at will, from children all the way to adults, operate by subterfuge and manipulation. In their view, their cleverness at making you believe, agree with and even celebrate increasingly outrageous nonsense is indeed their very power. And you can hardly blame them for believing their word-magic is a real thing. They have, after all, achieved almost all of their objectives to date, even if it took several millennia. The point is that just like the Gordian knot was “dissolved” instantly by Alexander’s sword, all the carefully crafted web of lies overlaid upon falsity, baked in with deception, fermented in duplicity and matured in subversion, to which you have been subjected constantly since birth, will come crashing down in one fell swoop once you see the pattern and investigate it and recognise the constant, pervasive deception you have been subjected too. Once you dig deeper into human history and go to primary sources instead of the narratives you have been fed, and once you begin to follow the money, all the way back to their origin today, and once you follow it in the media, in entertainment, in politics, and you see it, and you keep seeing the same pattern over, and over, and over, it becomes impossible to be fooled any more.

Once that happens, the word spells no longer work on you. The “magic” of the usurpers is forever broken. At that point, you realise that you and we have something that is akin to Alexander’s sword: The simple ability to build. To do. To create. And that as long as we ignore, excise, ostracise, and eject the “wizards” from our midst, there is very little they can do. They are completely incapable in the real world of things and truth and objective reality. Like the wizard of Oz they are absolutely impotent when faced with such things as objective, factual, physical reality.

If you doubt it, look at the war in Ukraine. Incapable of doing anything physical with any kind of skill themselves, they bamboozle, and “word-magic” hundreds of thousands or millions to their death in wars that they orchestrate but never take part in. How many wars would take place if the people behind the curtain were paced on the very front of the first front line? Almost none. What would have happened if every Ukrainian male had said, “No. I will not fight. Let Putin come in, demolish the CIA offices and the CIA biolabs and take out the puppet government the USA has frankly admitted it placed in charge of Ukraine from 2014 using word magic, money and Mossad operatives to cause the Maidan “revolts” as they do everywhere when they start their colour revolutions.”? There would have been no war. Millions of people would not have been displaced, the totally corrupt elements of Ukrainian society would have been removed and the people controlling America would have screeched to high heaven with little consequence.

If you can understand all of the above, you will begin to understand that nothing works only because you have been fooled into believing a complete web of interwoven lies at every level and have been rendered practically useless in the physical world. You have been coerced and manipulated to stop learning any real physical skills and farm out the whole thing to third and fourth worlders. So much so that in the intervening 70 years, some of those guys have since got really good at the manufacturing of everything from widgets to microchips. See China.

Even as a child when the concept of “export of goods” was first presented to me in primary school at age 7, I thought it made no sense because they told me the best stuff gets saved for export. I was like…”Why? Keep the best stuff for us and sell the less good stuff to those who have none of it and need it even if it’s not the best.” It literally is a concept so simple a child gets it that you do not outsource your defence weapon construction and key industry manufacturing abilities. But this is apparently too difficult for the puppeteers to understand. Why? Because, remember, they believe in word magic.

All you need to do is get back to basic, rebuild things yourself, educate everyone around you about the wizards and their lies and word-magic nonsense and simply keep them and their lies out of your head first, family second, friends next and community last.

Let them have no hold on you at all. Eventually, they may well try to use some of their brainwashed servants to try and apply force to you, but by then you should have built up enough reality-based effects that you should have quickly become a veritable force to be reckoned with and as the education of these concepts continues, the wizards will become less and less powerful.

The current demise in the service quality at all levels is a direct result of this nonsensical belief in lies and word-magic over the practical, empirical and factual reality that makes your nose hurt when you walk into a wall.

Whatever you decide to do, do it yourself. Do it well. You want to code? learn it yourself. You want to farm? Farm. You want to build engines, you start learning how to do it. That’s all you need to do. And surround yourself only with people of this mindset. Marry and make as many children as you can. Do that, and even if you have passed the half-century mark, like I have, there is a good chance you will see some good fruits amidst the chaos that is coming even before you drop dead. You will quite likely see the beginnings of flourishing mini-city states and communities that are so self-sufficient that in a couple of generations they will likely really begin to consider becoming a star-spanning civilisation. The technology exists. It the communities free of the parasitic invasion of the liars that are lacking. So, do as I do. Build them. You build them. You. Not your neighbour, not some other guy… you. Or if not, at least join one. Not everyone is born to create and do. Some are better at following and supporting, but do one or do the other. any other option is a loss for you and your entire progeny, if it even will exist, without your choosing to either do or support.

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