Written by N.D. Wallace Swan
This is Part one.
Though I don't hold all the beliefs of my friend. I fully support his right to be heard regardless of the cost. The full (unedited) part can be found on www.praxarchy.com
In is current year plus eight. Thousands around the world have lost their faith in existing and persisting order. The desire for stability has expired in all but spirit, but will remain in these conquered lands. Chaos is all which remains with a choice of two forms.
On the one hand, there is the chaos of encroaching anarchy or tyranny, while on the other chaos of Exodus, the as yet unknown millions of incorrigible plebeians clapped their miserable, naive hands at the spectacles and ceremonies of bread and circus, appeasing their basil and banal, their heavy laden hearts lined with leaden spirit.
Like an ottoman made flesh, execute their secrets and submissions abundance for what is right, but not which is commanded by power and what is wrong, but to reject such current things. Such are mere simulacra of men. But it is not merely to reject for rejection sake or for the sake of values and immaterial belief.
This noble sacrifice happens and exposes oneself to suffering, regardless of the choice to remain or leave. To stay means you will fight this ghastly circumstance for as long as you are able with which you will bequeath your heirs.
They ideally will continue your pain struggle with each subsequent generation. Your progeny will flip a coin, and we hope our legacy endures oblivion. The return to Edenic bestial unconscious looms large over these men of courage. Ready for the return to paradise, in all likelihood.
This chaos path is the death of man as a creature of God. His light extinguished will never again illuminate this earth. The alternative sacrifices Exodus one might extricate oneself from this permanent purgatory of imploding empire and search out alternative locales to colonize.
If this seems ridiculous, it isn't. You are already there if you are aware of the state of Western civilization. You already are considering it, even if you have chosen to stand and fight. I agree that this is a noble endeavor and I have nothing but admiration for the efforts, but it is overwhelming in its prosecution.
You are the enemy of order and power and they make no reservation in how they will treat you. If you fight it, you will be devoured. If you resist it, you will be raped. If you submit to it, it will infect you.
And if not you, then your progeny will someday fall to its talons. To assure yourself, in the world of pause, there can be no half measures. It must be a complete and total victory. It must be a complete and total victory.
This enemy and you cannot coexist. One will inevitably destroy the other. And time is not on your side. This isn't meant to insult our abilities, nor dissuade our allies from the fight. For even in a losing battle, there exists great honor.
But we mustn't deceive ourselves. The situation is dire. It's not that the enemy is at the gates of our fortress, readying its attack. We are inside its fortress, protected more by its laxity and neglect than by our talents and skills.With cunning and sharpness, we may avoid its ire for some time, but not forever. It will test us and the mob on occasion to seek and destroy us or our progeny. Sometimes it will accidentally eliminate some masses in seeking us out, but we too will be on occasion be caught and destroyed.
Hiding in plain sight becomes our camouflage, our Moldova. Such continues until the proverbial crown is seized, which may be never. Generations will come and go. Hanging on to threads of hope, the once freshly loomed tapestry becoming ever more threadbare.
Until it can no longer be held in the mind. Thus hiding in plain sight, it becomes indistinguishable from the mob. And if it does not flourish elsewhere, your philosophical insights will be gone. I thus argue that an exodus of sorts is paramount to the continuation and flourishing of the philosophy of truth and justice.
There are a number of ideas as to how or where they should be carried out. Resources and talents of all kinds will be required, and we possess them. But raw talent is not alone proficient. There needs to be something spiritually uniting the community.
I do not know what this needs to be, though. I can imagine a clergy of sorts which would administer this and if possible, also administer the education of our youth. Furthermore, it would counsel our people in life and hold the community together with strength and purpose.