Wandering SpΛrtan

The Higher Man's advent is nigh. Out of necessity he shall emerge a mighty blaze from a dormant fire, come to shake the heavens and earth in his wake. This man of tomorrow is merry creator, yet unflinching destroyer. He is king, lord and master of duality, which floats like an orb above the palm of his hand. He goes about singing like a drunk god or a carefree child, yet his soul's eyes have seen the void of the bottomless abyss. And it is because he has walked through the fiery gates of great suffering, and ventured into the darkest territories of human experience, that he emerged as something more than human. He is like a resplendent serpent that has cast off its redundant, dead old skin. Like the formidable phoenix rising from its ashes. Nature's crowning jewel, terrible and magnificent, marching on into the morrow a forerunner of a newborn species, tall and proud, come to greet the rising dawn. He goes about upon this earth a conqueror of sorrow, pain and death. All these things seem to him but a distant memory to which he laughs, and laughs some more.

The superior man does not yet exist, yet out of necessity he shall emerge a mighty blaze from a dormant fire, come to shake the heavens and earth in its wake. This man of tomorrow is merry creator, yet unflinching destroyer. He is king, lord and master of duality, which floats like an orb above the palm of his hand. He goes about singing like a drunk god or a carefree child, yet his soul's eyes have seen the void of the bottomless abyss. And it is because he has walked through the fiery gates of great suffering, and ventured into the darkest territories of human experience, that he emerged as something more than human. He is like a resplendent serpent that has cast off its redundant, dead old skin. Like the formidable phoenix rising from its ashes. Nature's crowning jewel, terrible and magnificent, marching on into the morrow a forerunner of a newborn species, tall and proud, come to greet the rising dawn. He goes about upon this earth a conqueror of sorrow, pain and death. All these things seem to him but a distant memory to which he laughs, and laughs some more.

Before everything in our society became inversed, anti-nature and anti-life, we used to have an inherent knowledge of the importance of natural order. This inherent knowledge and understanding would manifest itself in various ways. During the medieval era, jousting tournaments were organized as entertainment and for knights to prove their might and valor. The winner would be honored with material prizes and glory. It was also customary for the most beautiful lady to reward the winner with a kiss. Sometimes the champion would even win the princess’ hand in marriage. The winner of the tournament, thus having established himself as the alpha male would get the praise and approval of the highborn female beauty. In the same way nature singles out the strongest for survival, women are the living embodiment of natural selection. Males seek more than anything to prove themselves worthy to pass on their genes. The path of greatness and glory are the highest purpose of man, and only a handful are up to the challenge.

The word Aggresive comes from Ancient Greek "ἄγριος" (jagrios) which means "Wild" or "belonging to nature". Being aggresive is natural. Also, the word "Violence" probably comes from greek "βιος" (bios) which means life. Vital nature precept: "might is right". Now that you know this, reason upon this statement: "Life Is killing"

The dysgenic can only regard eugenics as something cruel, dangerous and pathologic. In the same way, the dysgenic will loathe what is beautiful and natural because it's a perpetual reminder of their own shortcomings and inadequacies. The hatred of the dysgenic towards superior specimens can only be rivaled by their own self-hatred, in fact it's that very self-hatred that fuels and is at the base of that deepfelt resentment towards what they regard as the cruel reality of life and nature.

The dysgenic can only regard eugenics as something cruel, dangerous and pathologic. In the same way, the dysgenic will loathe what is beautiful and natural because it's a perpetual reminder of their own shortcomings and inadequacies. The hatred of the dysgenic towards superior specimens can only be rivaled by their own self-hatred, in fact it's that very self-hatred that fuels and is at the base of that deepfelt resentment towards what they regard as the cruel reality of life and nature. Humanity has always instinctively understood that one must be strong and healthy and beautiful so one can produce strong, healthy and beautiful children. It is now consider taboo to say this, or more accurately it is considered outright "wrong" to suggest that perhaps only the healthy and strong should produce children lest the genetic stock of humans deteriorate and that will affect the whole of human society for the worse. That used to be common knowledge, common sense. After the war the science of eugenics was outlawed by the winners, and deemed "racist" and "extremist" of the kind that can give rise to movements such as the Nazi one, because Hitler superbad bad man etc. Yes, nature is racist. And nature always has the last say. And no matter how much our enemies try to create a dysgenic population/society in order to secure their dominance, what is weak and contrary to nature's decrees can never prosper or last.

As sons daughters of Europe, we are able to draw great power from surrounding energies and the soil itself. On this sacred ground did our ancestors walk, offer to the gods, laugh, loved, lived and died for their kin. Their spirit has become one with nature, and by communing with nature, one communes with the ancestors. By going into the wilderness, one can benefit from tremendous transcendental healing in the shape of spiritual breakthroughs and getting to know oneself by allowing one to return Home.