The Return to His Europe

Verily I say unto you, All these things shall come upon this generation. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not! Behold, your house is left unto you desolate. For I say unto you, Ye shall not see me henceforth, till ye shall say, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord. Matthew 23: 36-39


The apostle whom Christ loved tells us that, “He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.” That is tragedy of the highest order. But the apostles knew Christ once their hearts were opened. Then there was St. Paul, who encountered Christ on the road to Damascus; he also knew Christ. But neither the first apostles nor St. Paul knew Christ through the intellect; they did not know the day nor the hour of His return. They did not have a blueprint for an organizational structure called the Church, but they did know that which was essential: they knew that God had become Man and dwelt among us and gave us, through an act of divine charity, eternal life. Such was the faith of the apostles and St. Paul.

In the fullness of time, a people emerged who shared the same faith as the apostles and St. Paul. The Europeans knew Him as St. John knew Him and as St. Paul knew Him. And because they knew Him, they were despised by Satan and all those who worshipped Satan and hated the light. Against the world, against the Christ-haters, the Europeans built a civilization based on His divine charity, what Burke called that charity of honor, and they defended it until their faith faltered and the sword of charity fell from their hands. It is my contention that the despised and rejected ones, the antique Europeans, were right: they saw, through a glass darkly, what the apostles and St. Paul saw – the Son of the living God. Nothing good can come out of any civilization, be it white or colored, whose people deny the miracle of Christian Europe. Friends and enemies have told me that I’m obsessed with the European thing and therefore wrong, because to obsess on something shows a disordered mind. I concede that I am obsessed with the “European thing,” but I do not concede that to be obsessed is wrong. Burke was obsessed with the French Revolution; he thought it was of the devil. Shouldn’t a man be obsessive in his opposition to the devil? And shouldn’t a man be obsessive in his support of the one civilization that championed the Son of God in opposition to the devil? That is what the samizdat publication called CWNY is all about. It has been, and always shall be, my contention that to oppose the civilization of the antique Europeans is to oppose Christ. And to support their civilization is to support Christ against the devil and his minions.

The liberals have come from outside Europe into its very center and turned His Kingdom Come into Satan’s kingdom of hell on earth. That kingdom of hell on earth was not built in a day. Before Satan could triumph the Europeans had to be spiritually anesthetized. Through the scientizing of the organized churches the spiritual anesthetization took place. Is there a modern European, be he Christian, secularized liberal, or neo-pagan, who will oppose psychology and all the other modern voodoo sciences that are used to explain human existence? No sane man will oppose liberal voodoo. And by ‘sane’ we are speaking of psychologically sane. But to be psychologically sane one must be one with modernity, which is to be one with Satan. By saying that the modern Europeans are one with Satan, I am not suggesting every European home has altars consecrated to Satan. I am suggesting something far worse. White people who form devil cults do not believe in the devil as the colored heathens do. Such people are merely playing with abstractions; they do not believe in the angelic person called the devil, because in order to believe in the devil one must believe in Christ. The devils knew who Christ was: “And unclean spirits, when they saw him, fell down before him, and cried, saying, thou art the Son of God. And he straitly charged them that they should not make him known.” (Mark 3: 11-12) The liberals neither acknowledge Christ nor the devil; what they have is a passionate hatred for all things connected to Him and a passionate devotion to all things that come from Satan. The liberals follow the passionate hatred that is in their hearts without knowing its source. All they know is that they must respond to that force inside them. They must champion the negroid race against the white race, they must champion Islam over Christianity, and they must advocate the slaughter of the innocents. Why must they do these things? They will give you all kinds of reasons, gleaned from philosophy, psychology, and theology, but the real, unstated reason is that they hate Christ and love Satan; therefore, they must hate all things European, even if the Europeans have abandoned Christ, and they must love all things antithetical to Christianity and the European people. Will the liberals’ hatred for humanity cease with the destruction of the white race? I don’t think so, because Satan does not love any race. When the white race is destroyed, the other races will destroy each other, because Satan, not Christ, rules their hearts.

I’m not a Thomist nor a Buddhist, so I don’t have a rational, happy place where I can go to escape the agony of existence. And agony often comes my way through the visits of my mad-dog liberal sister. If you tell me I shouldn’t let her in my house, I would concede that you might be right. But not being a Thomist, I would also say that it doesn’t feel right. Blood ties entail certain obligations. I feel that if my sister doesn’t bring up liberal subjects, I should allow her into my home with the hope that something in my home, or someone in my home, might start her back to His Europe. Not likely? No, it is not likely, which is why the visits from my sister are very depressing. I see a woman, who, like Hamlet’s mother, sees nothing yet believes that all that there is she sees. Last Christmas I showed her, without any intention of tweaking her, a fairy tale that my children were particularly fond of when growing up. I hoped she would read it and like it, thus awaking some dormant feelings of pietas. But she held the book as if she were holding a loathsome reptile and then put it down without even turning a page. What is to be done with such people? When they are in power, they should be dealt with as Ganelon was dealt with. When they are out of power they should be placed in segregated areas with the colored barbarians. That is a much kinder fate than they intend for us if they are allowed to continue on their merry, Christ-hating, white-hating way.

My sister, like many of the sixties’ liberals who are fast disappearing, has a certain nostalgia for the European hearth fire, which is why she makes her yearly visit to my home at Christmas time. But the new breed of liberals do not even have a touch of nostalgia. They have a bare-fanged hatred for all things Christian and European. I’ve seen some older liberals swoon over the beauty of a sonnet by Donne, even though they didn’t approve of his faith, and I’ve seen older liberals take delight in a novel by Dickens. No longer. Nothing from the past moves our modern liberals. And sadly, the alternative right belongs to the liberals. They, like their liberal brethren, are not moved by anything or anybody from Christian Europe. They are rootless, seeking a place in Liberaldom in the name of … In the name of what? In the name of whom? They don’t know. They are back with the unknown God of the Greeks. The incarnate God, who is the God of the antique Europeans, has a local habitation and a name. How can a European who denies that God have a European identity? That denial makes a European man an Undine; it makes him the man without a soul of whom the Minstrel in Scott’s Lay of the Last Minstrel sings: “Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!” Our racial hearth fire, presided over by Christ, is our native land.

The romance between the European people and Christ has certainly ended. The Europeans’ souls are dead. But souls are not vegetable matter, they can be revived, though I confess I do not know how such a revival can occur when you see the thorns of Liberaldom all around the European people. How can the good seed take root and grow? We are way past the time when we can be saved by politics or theology. We need the type of miracle that occurs when a man dying of thirst in the desert discovers an underground spring of water. That is the great unknown part of the European people’s spiritual pilgrimage. Will a spring of love gush from their heart, a love for the Man of Sorrows, right before they perish from a surfeit of the superficiality and soulnessness of liberalism? Our Lord only hears prayers from the depths of our heart, which means we can’t reach him unless we reclaim our hearts. We must love our people in and through Christ.

Christian Europe is a very lonely place to dwell, in this, the 21st century, the first century in which Satan has gained complete control of Europe. But is it not better to fight alone and hope that other Europeans will join you than to dwell in the devil’s Babylonian kingdom of everlasting night forever? “By the rivers of Babylon, where we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.” Every tear shed for Christian Europe is a prayer to our Lord who redeemed our souls with His precious blood. He will hear our tearful prayers, because He is the charity that never faileth. When the conservatives in church and state jettisoned the European people in order to conserve a mind-forged system that made God an abstraction, they jettisoned the God who dwells in human hearts. Europeans cannot leave their racial hearth fire without leaving Christ.

Neo-paganism shall fail, abstract conservatism will fail, organized Christian Jewry will fail – all that remains is the divine charity that took flesh and dwelt among the European people. Christ was ever present in old Europe, but He has been banished from the new Europe. Scott tells us that it is the bards who write history. Let me close then with that English bard, Charles Dickens, who knew that only human hearts connected to His divine heart could produce the charity that never faileth.

‘O, Mrs Clennam, Mrs Clennam,’ said Little Dorrit, ‘angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me. My life has been passed in this poor prison, and my teaching has been very defective; but let me implore you to remember later and better days. Be guided only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tears of compassion for our infirmities. We cannot but be right if we put all the rest away, and do everything in remembrance of Him. There is no vengeance and no infliction of suffering in His life, I am sure. There can be no confusion in following Him, and seeking for no other footsteps, I am certain.’ +

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