Thursday, September 03, 2015

Sleeping Kings and the War Christ

king alfred the great

The modern Christian, with his universalist attitude is surprised to find himself under constant attack by the de-civilisational and degenerate. He cries and cries, but refuses to do anything, inviting only further attacks. Like the cuckservative, he abandons principles and finds himself with barely any religion left at all. He opened the doors of his church to everyone, and wonders why the pews are empty. Who wants to join a club that anybody can wander into? What man would want to join a tattered church that is bullied by effeminate homosexuals and doesn’t fight back?

Modern, oriental Christianity has mutated into a culture of weakness and victimhood. It teaches rights, but not responsibilities. It teaches an abdication of duty. Above all it has taught the European man to surrender, and in disgust at this the European man has deserted the church.

The concerns of the serious pagans are valid: the modern interpretation of Christianity isn’t compatible with the ancient values of the European man. It has watered down its message in its attempt to appeal to everybody. In its attempt to be inclusive it has become repulsive to the European man who still dreams of kings and heroes. And right now, we need those kings and heroes more than ever.

The European man wants, and desperately needs, a militant church that speaks the truth of the world but which is coherent with our values and our struggle in the world today. Europe is at war, whether she realises it or not. Europe always has been at war, a war of biological destiny, and when Europe was Christian she was winning. It’s no coincidence that Europe’s abandonment of the faith has gone hand in hand with alien invasion and moral decay.

“Europe will return to the faith, or she will perish. The faith is Europe and Europe is the faith.” – Hilaire Belloc

The modern church is not the church of our ancestors. This is not the church of Beowulf, who charged recklessly into battle and thanked God afterward. This is not the church of Alfred the Great, descended from Odin, who drove the Danes from England. This is not the church of the European knights who, knee-deep in blood and surrounded by countless enemies, resolved to bodily fight their way into Heaven.

One only has to read the ancient Anglo-Saxon poetry of the Dream of the Rood to see the way that Christ was revered as a God of war by our ancestors. He is referred to as a hero and warrior. His fate was inescapably intertwined with the Cross and the Crucifixion was symbolic of a battle joined willingly. He bravely met His fate, knowing that although doomed, His courage would save his followers. Our ancestors did not know of a lamb, they knew of a War Christ.

This is the Christ of the European warrior cult. It has been since Constantine’s vision on the eve of battle, where he saw the Solar Cross in the sky and was instructed to conquer in that sign. Conquer. Not love, be inclusive, accept deviancy, or adopt African babies, but conquer, relentlessly, forever and ever, so be it.
This is the cult of the War Christ and Sleeping King. The War Christ is an archetype, to be worshipped, admired and emulated. Faith in the War Christ and taking the path of the warrior takes one closer to God and the truth. The War Christ loves warriors and those who seek battle, danger and adversity. He loves those who live His spirit of sacrifice and loyalty and courage.

The Old Gods

There are many aspects of the story of Christ which reflect the stories of the old gods. Odin’s suffering for wisdom and truth. Thor willingly going into battle with the serpent which he knew would kill him. Tyr’s bravery and sacrifice putting his hand into the wolf’s mouth. The death and resurrection of Baldr. The old gods were the truth of the world at that time, but then a new, more deeply penetrating truth was revealed to them. The story of Christ wasn’t a re-write, it was another chapter in our rich story.

The War Christ and Sleeping King mythos resonates with the European man precisely because our tradition is riddled with the story of the exiled hero who returns as conqueror. If ever there was a unifying European story it is the betrayed, vengeful hero and sleeping king.

The most famous, King Arthur, sleeps under a mountain with his knights, waiting for his country’s direst hour. Fionn mac Cumhaill and his warriors sleep under a mountain waiting for the signal to return. Holger Danske sleeps and waits under Kronberg Castle. Charlemagne and Barbarossa wait under a mountain to return as emperors. Vlad Dracul, the Impaler, who terrorised the Ottoman Muslims in life, rests in death and waits to return and resume his work. St. Wenceslas sleeps under Blanic mountain with a magic sword. Twelve knights and twelve horses wait in Sweden, asking ‘Is it time yet?’ Every European nation and region has a sleeping king myth. The War Christ is the unification of all these myths.

This sleeping hero motif is so inherent to the soul of Europe that it and other aspects of the Christ story continue to appear in even modern European literature. In Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings Frodo has his cross to bear in the One Ring. Gandalf dies fighting a great evil and is then resurrected, and Aragorn the warrior king returns to reclaim his throne. Tolkien, a Catholic professor of Anglo-Saxon at Oxford University, did not plot these things by accident.

Tolkien created a whole new fantasy world in Middle Earth, meticulously drawing maps and crafting races and creatures and the languages they spoke and all manner of intricacies to bring this world alive, but he did not invent a religion. He deliberately omitted any reference to religion in the story because the story itself is explicitly a religious one. The story, myth and religion are one.
Tolkien and his close friend C.S. Lewis shared a love of mythology, but Lewis considered myths to be ‘lies… breathed through silver’. Tolkien disagreed completely. To him, myth was in fact truth. Tolkien knew that myth was the best way of expressing complex ideas about the true nature of the universe.

Our pagan past was the truth of the universe as we knew it at that time. The stories of the old gods were splinters, fragments and aspects of the true nature of the universe which have survived and become combined in the latest truth that we know of in the story of Christ. According to Tolkien, pagan myth is the result of God expressing himself to our ancient ancestors and manifesting itself in stories which intertwine and have led us here today. C.S. Lewis was eventually convinced by his friend and converted to Christianity. He then of course went on to write the Chronicles of Narnia, the famous story of Christianity interleaved with magic and European mythology.

The tragedy we face today is not the loss of the pre-Christian pagan mythology, because it was never lost. The tragedy is the liberal, feminised corruption of the Warrior Christ myth of our ancestors, its string of broken promises and the theft of the hero from the hearts of European men. Conversion to Christianity did not endanger Europe. The second, gradual conversion to a weak, effeminate Christ has however gravely wounded us. Germanic culture was violent, hyper-masculine and utterly unafraid of death, and so was its God. The War Christ is the figurehead of the European warrior cult. It’s not a religion of meekness, submission or gentleness. It’s a cult of war, loyalty, and ultimately destiny.

The Return of the King

The mountains and castles of Europe are home to our sleeping kings. The War Christ sits at the right hand of the Father. When we face our darkest moment the sleeping kings will wake. The War Christ will descend to earth as an exterminating sun that will burn his enemies to ashes. He will come with a sword and with a single purpose, as a merciless, implacable destroyer.

Our ancestors told tales of kings and warriors. They would never have dreamed of being rescued by politicians or protest marches. The return of the War Christ is not just an eschatological prophecy but an internal path for all men to follow. It is a constant reminder of a better world and way to live. A life of struggle and overcoming and the notions of honour and loyalty which have been all but forgotten in the modern world. It’s a reminder that Heaven is a martial kingdom, and that in Hell everybody is equal. Which one should we build here on Earth?

We will all have to tread the path of suffering and exile and then make our destructive, triumphant return, unconquerable even in death. Our enemies constantly shame us for our past and in doing so betray their biggest fear. They are terrified by the idea that we will once again return to the way of the warrior and become the bloodthirsty, religious maniacs that we once were.

Our pagan roots and the path of the War Christ are twin pillars which raise us up towards our destiny. The kings sleep hidden under their mountains, and they live inside each and every one of you.


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