The White Man presents an image of superiority even when he isn't conscious of it. Superiority excites envy. Destroying White civilization is the inmost desire of the league of designated victims we call "minorities"
(files.catbox.moe)https://files.catbox.moe/4z66ny.JPGWe either accept our Natural State or we perish. There is no alternative to this conclusion only a variance in the amount of time it will take for our people to rot itself out. There will be rebellions and upheavals that serve to our detriment as in times past whereby deadmen convince themselves that their half actions made them once again living. Only to settle down into the earth content with creeping things, satisfied in their lowly desires over and over. Accepting of a reality in which the destination is beyond their ultimate control. Domesticated. Limited.
Every man is a Liar to himself that says he knows not the means of our liberation or to the cause of our decadent state. Each one of us that the blood of our people run through bear this responsibility of realization. The consequences for either exaltation or annihilation is on our Soul for all-time. Behind every reveal another mage in a maze from which all enslaved beings become entangled into pacifistic behavior. Every action and probability accounted for, acceptable in the eyes of the master for his containment of our People. Every path laid before you bearing no significance, is it any wonder why we are such hollow false men? Why everything smells and tastes of death? You walk on constructed paths without a thought as to where you could go unbridled.
How cyclical everything seems. How contrived. All ulterior.
Its what want they wanted. Preachers and priests, enlightened men and seers Those who would speak of realms beyond the present as Liberation by means of escapism masqueraded as divine ascension. Posturing themselves before egregores, seeking permissions from which to act. Anything to keep Leaders from rising while the Heroes of our blood die out from tribal memory. Anything to prolong the separation from ourselves and our Natural State. Anything to keep us from accepting that first thought we all have when realizing our condition, to prevent us from a path they are powerless to control. What depth has their inversion infused itself? To convince a God he is nothing more than an slave-athlete on a proverbial race track to anywhere other than where he is currently is. Surrounded by creatures inferior to ourselves and they convince us to focus attention and willpower towards any other name but your own. To betray your intuition in humiliating fashion unaware of the power we have to shape the future ourselves. Abandon your life is what they demand, either physically or psychically. Your spirit is not meant for here they cry out. Dream of disillusionment from the flesh your intelligence has obtained, always somewhere else to go. Commandeering this form was no real victory and you'll be far better off without it!
This must be the cause of the yuga, the prison from which Gnostic's and supposed wise men wish to rid themselves free of responsibility. Free from action and accountability. From from their destiny. It is no mystery why such beings would not be meant for this earth and to find their bloodline vanish from time. You can flee if you'd like. You can kill yourself and end it all, eventually your soul stream will run dry and certainty wherever you are you wont be here anymore. You'll achieve that great somewhere else they ram down your gullet with varying results. A falsehood that you could achieve progression without solving the puzzle presently before us. Crying out to some other rather than acting ourselves.
A Darkness is coming for us. With horrors long forgotten to our people waiting patiently with it. Every man will be consumed by this darkness until the rotten husk he called his flesh has been brought to bone. Until the eyes he thought he could see with have been rendered into charcoal. Until his mouth is filled with ember. Only then with the complete weight of the endless struggle bearing down into his mind will the sleeper awaken or the fire die out. Man would not stretch forth his hand if he did not firmly believe in his ability to reach after that which he desires to secure. There must be a catalyst for the coming age will not be ruled by man as we know him. The Natural Man steps forth once more in all his daring grandeur. The Carnivore. The Lawmaker and Judge. God of the earth now returned.
