The Rise of the Dragonslayer: Chapter II

The Coming European Kings: A Prophecy

XI ETERNAL WHISPERS

Events are a symptom of something more primordial, the outward envelope of a message buried deeper than historicism can reveal, deeper still than the fashionable metaphysics or '-isms' of the day. 

It's to arcane grounds that we must look to understand this 'message': can Metaphysics, myths and traditional symbolism be used to interpret what spoke through the perversions of the coronation?

Does any of it speak of what will come to be?

A Folk's authentic myths express an 'archetype' in the unconscious, not some mere story; they demand, through impulsions in the people, that a King be, and bring about, its expression in the world. I've described the counter-intuitive intricacies of mythos previously[†].

This Archetype is termed Hyperagent by cognitive scientists, and Distributed Cognition in the Cognitive Science literature[‡]—

—but to get closer to the essence of this 'folk message' we will simply translate the Latin 'Hyper-agent' to the Anglo-Saxon 'Over King'. That best names the instance of the higher-order phenomena that's the focus of our questioning.

The death of the old monarch marked midnight in the cycle of the Return of the King*. This cycle is no novel, no dusty fantasy—it's a primordial pathway in the traditional order Tolkien intuited.

We hoped for the coronation to be a beacon of this return, a lighthouse to guide the Over King's order back to shore; we waited for Charles to show signs he was bringing this about—

—but the House of Windsor has failed[§]. 

This leaves us with three questions: 

If the Return of the King is denied, what is prophesied to occur in mythic patterns? 

Are there signs in events that this pattern is playing out? 

What are we destined to do in that event?

To answer that we must pierce deep into events like ancient seers—seeking in old ways to uncover higher truth—we must see without the death clutch of the Regime Scientology, and bring the autistic eye only after we have delved.

I don't want you to 'believe' what we're to see and hear, merely understand the distinctions being made—let predictive power be the judge...

...will you cast off the cobwebs of modernity and risk what these dark riddles may reveal...?

We take the form of philosophical exhortation and symbolic analysis; all events described here are observable in the coronation broadcasts.

Let's begin.

XII SOUL OF THE WAR-KIN

Backward goes our gaze, to Coronation Day, London.

Victorian-era St. Pancras station is enveloped in an impenetrable grey rain-curtain. 

We notice soldiers disembark trains in rich ceremonial garb—pipes, tartans, redcoats; they greet their officers, beaming fraternal smiles of Kin—bonds that can only be formed in the special initiation of supreme risk to life, a death-dealing as death itself.

They exude an overflowing power, given by something higher they've been initiated into: the 'Over King' grants these soldiers an abundance of Being, and It demands a promised homecoming in return.

Even we feel something deeply destined about this image—this assembling Warriors of the Land marching on Westminster with sword and drum.

Where does this 'affect', this emotive data, come from? They're fulfilling an unconscious folk 'archtype' that is passed from father to son— 

—and this speaks to the deeper reason they're here today:

This impulsion demands that we witness, and they enact, the ancient Northern warrior assembly, called a 'Ding', or 'Thing', where our ancestors would meet under Sky (cosmos), in the presence of the Divinities, with the counsel of the Ancestors, on consecrated Earth, to decide the names of Things—to grant them English meaning and place, and to designate great threats for conquest.

But who decided?

This was no modern vote; this assembly was for the removal of the failings of the individual, for the sake of something higher.

They weren't there to represent themselves, they were in homogenous participation as, and with, a 'traditional organism' now unconscious to us. This means having the bulk of the tribe's warriors in attendance to 'vote' increased the likelihood that the will of 'distributed gods and ancestors' would be mediated.

'England expects that every man shall do His duty' —Admiral Nelson.

The true meaning of this?: The Over King, through every man, unconsciously impels and expects its King, and every man, to enact English ways in the world by granting 'Things' English 'reality'—

To enact English reality was to name and conquer what is parasitic to this archetypal will.

This can only be if the soldiers are sanctified—granted Authority—through an oath and homogenising ritual to become this Over King's sword arm in the world. Authority is not a legal status—some bureaucrat's grubby signature—it's a granting of 'mental energy'. True authority means 'one's-own-true-Being' (Truth); It's an existential transformative 'force' that's given by what founded it for the English in the first place.

The regime would have us forget: this is not a desire that seeks to be satisfied by Mere Ceremonial Gestures—medications of theatrical catharsis that patronise and placate the Folk—it's a archetypal heroic order that demands true enactment in the world, and it must be born in The Real on the back of our great men from, and with, the locus of this archetype, the King—

—If not, fury brews. 

The people will no longer be fooled: Covid has awakened us—

—and we sense something is deeply wrong here...

...we'll return to the hopeful spirit of these warriors soon... For now, we move to darker places: earlier, ordered by the Archbishop of Canterbury, the coronation oil was consecrated overseas, rather than in England; It was not made to ancient recipe, but to woke 'animal-friendly standards'—

—so, a King is to be anointed with a filthy Rainbow Potion, a brand slopped on his forehead by the claw of a traitor Hellbishop.

XIII CARNAGE OF THE BLACK MOTHER

Forward goes our gaze now, to Westminster Abbey.

More rain and impenetrable cloud; Charles is yet to arrive in carriage.

Something speaks wrong here too: what is this alien untraditional structure extending out of the cathedral entrance to the street?—some machine-printed plastic rain shelter to hold back natural conditions from the King?

Unsure of the significance, we continue

INSIDE THE CATHEDRAL

and it dawns: hundreds of lamps on roof-scaffold beam infernal light penetrating every corner of the cathedral—nothing escapes these alienating beams. 

In the light of the profane, all that is gold does not glitter: the ritual equipment has the sheen of Madame Tussaud's, an Uncanny Valley and clear demonstration of all that's wrong with Profane Scientology.

Gods have always fled the profane: not unlike the Uncertainty Principle, the more arrogant we are of the known position of all things, covered in our 'explanation' (light), the less locatable will God be.

The essence of Sacred Space, the indeterminacy of Primordial Being, must be held fast from profane Logos' thirst to map all as certain 'science'—the infernal light of modern Man's self-asserting 'knowing' and his arrogance. Dead Luciferian Light is the perfect expression for the castration of affect, meaning, and life we see here. That does not mean absence of 'romantic additive'; it means absence of Truth, the ground of Being[||].

Cynical dark-triad elites swan into the cathedral like an absurd infernal theatre cast, each oozing with the black glow of self-worship and toxic egoism. None wear ceremonial garb—no morning suits or robes—they're dressed for a syncretist diversity pageant.

A white woman enters wearing the furs of some Pacific island tribe—one percent of her descent, yet chosen here to demonstrate who the true Monarch is: the narcissist Queen seeking worship for her own lack. Her coven is the new Order of the Garter: at the cutting edge of inversion of value, filth is made high until all is brought low.

None of this is for the Over King's sake, for your sake; It's for the soulless elites to tell you 'Kneel! Ye conquered swine!' Your sacred space is their carnival; your sacred symbols are their souvenirs for happy snaps; your worthless god is their mannequin—they hate it all and they hate you most of all.

Foreign religions and folk are paraded like cattle in front of the King and directed to grant him sacred English symbols. In the vesting of the Ring of England and Scotland, neither folk are mentioned once—not in the whole ceremony: this not bound to you, nor you to him.

This is no accident.

Symbolic power is inverted here to form a prison for Charles, who at heart is a good man surrounded by decay. He's handcuffed by alien religions and cultures, castrated by the un-being of the black Cybele of the ancient world—guttural mother god of primitive tribes, death of all heroes and distinction.

Her dark tentacles invert all virtue; the immanent machine of technical European man, once his heroic pride, is her enforcer.

Through her minions she crowns Charles King of Nietzsche's Last Men: he is made Hades, warden of the fallen.

How could this happen?—what does this mean? We must examine all the symbolic events we've noticed so far to try to decipher their meaning. Here we musn't be dismissive; primordial symbolism first made Being intelligible, the imagistic predates and predicates all propositional language and 'idea'.

XIV WHISPERS OF THE OLD ONES

Backward goes our gaze now. We're outside the building, coronation in progress. 

We have the bird's eye view: cathedral before us, London around it—rainswept silent streets.

We dwell with the silence to hear what it speaks...

What is this Ghostly music?—at this distance, coronation singing echoes from the cathedral like a long lost civilisation damned to limbo, devoid of life, calling 'don't forget the dead'.

This symbolises a truth about religious posturing: all the choirs and trumpets in the world cannot summon God to a ceremony void of belief—He is not a utility to switch off and on like wizardry.

Another symbolic omen is the endless cloud covering the sky right from the start. It withholds the Sun. As we know, the Sun is the prime symbol of the original knowing of Being, the primordial Logos of first intelligibility. The murky cloud also masks sky: the cosmos of 'mind/spirit' for early thought. This speaks to the imposition of technical ideology obscuring and castrating contact with Divinity.

The alien structure protruding from the cathedral, the rain-shelter, was also ominous: it was a modern intrusion, it didn't belong. To the ancients, this would suggest a cutting-off of earth, the chaos of nature, what the Greeks called Physis—a sprouting from Unknown. Together Physis and Logos grant life, this ceremony at its ground was life-denying.

But what else?

Since the death of the old monarch, the machine had time to lay its plans to stand between the people and the divine; It had time to counter the traditional organism; It had time to corrupt every life-giving access point to authentic Being so you would have no alternative access to truth but through their technical frauds.

INSIDE THE CATHEDRAL NOW

We return to Charles' core ritual, interacting with the sacred symbols, the pseudo-clergy passing them to him.

Only twice do we sense the affect of divinity present: the removal of his royal robes to his white undershirt, and the encasement in the Supertunica, a golden Anglicised Byzantine robe—but not the crowning, that is devoid of divine presence by perversions of the ceremony.

It will not baptise the evil that surrounds Charles. If the Hollywood index cards don't reveal this to you, you're not looking hard enough.

Charles himself is removed of mortal refinements and cleansed of animality, he is purified for ascent as a decent man, but this crowning, which is supposed to sanctify the corporate body of the state as transcendent under a King's true rule, is withheld from blessing. It will not baptise the evil that surrounds Charles.

These are early clues, but we must dig deeper to hear the Over King's whispers. What are we missing?

Backward goes our gaze, to the last Monarch's Coronation:

We're met by elders of the Folk in the middle of the ritual: a divine assembly of bejewelled goddesses and demigods in arcane robes holding ornate artefacts.

The pooled glow of a single analogue light source prepares the space for the Seen Unseen to presence.

The Queen is surrounded by bishops: they each place a hand on her golden Supertunica and collectively lower and enthrone Her on St. Edwards Chair.

Here we see a symbol of the Over King in action: the collective elders temporalise Him, lowering His spirit into her. This is the twin of the action performed at her funeral: the collective unit of coffin-bearers raised her up, releasing the Hyperagent from the temporal back to the transcendent. What begins with a lowering, ends with a raising.

Now the Archbishop fronts the queen and slowly lowers the crown onto her head—at that moment the robed Aristocracy, Parliament, and House of Lords crown themselves with coronets.

This is an obvious participatory kin-rite of homogenous divinising, akin to the warrior assembly of ancient times—the 'Thing' we mentioned earlier. Its absence from the modern coronation is damning.

We sense a familiar subtle awe in it, and it is here that we know it's in touch with the ground of English Being. We would not sense the same awe and 'rightness' with a Hindu or North Korean ceremony—it matches a deep folk pattern in the unconscious, what phenomenologists call 'affective data'.

The whole assembly is bathed in a divinising light of the seen-unseen; we make contact with the residue of spiritual authority here. Unlike temporal power, this moves you without force and realigns what stands out in the world as possible for the will, before we can even choose a goal.

The old monarch failed, but the ceremony held affective whispers of what we seek.

XV LION OF THE UNSEEN: BEAR OF THE CAVE

Having touched a trace of authority in what has been, we bring our gaze back to the present, to abstract space, to re-question events.

Underneath all the waxworks degeneracy we sensed the same distant affect, watching from the Unseen Outside, growing in rage.

We hold onto it and question the silence: 

Where Is This Over King? How have old Kings touched and granted this 'spiritual authority?'

To truly think is to extinguish all known answers based on second-hand propositions. Only then does the questioning of true thought begin. This calls the unknown to speak out of itself.

We ask again 'Where is this Over King'? How have old Kings touched this 'spiritual authority?'

A CAVERNOUS PRIMORDIAL ROAR calls in the distance; somehow familiar, we can't help but draw toward it.

A bronze lion with heavy patina, worn by time and fate, presences from the shadows.

Yes, of course—what better primordial symbol to decode our riddles than England's?

It ROARS acknowledgement of our understanding as if it knows our thoughts.

This is a Being that guards the dark frontier, a flame sparked from a furnace of ancestral possibility. Its eyes open for the first time in centuries—they glow a rusty gold: reawakening power.

It's a power for the sake of which traditional ceremony is enacted and a power that guards the gate to all meaning and divine that flows from the ground of English truth.

The three lions of England are meaningful here: they mark the first time this symbol expressed the Over King's immortality directly when Richard the Lion-heart changed his symbol from two lions to three. A mortal King is always the middle lion, his father and his son surround him—past is with him, future is with him—the trinity of lions shows King as principal incorporated: the Royal We is immortal three: Past, Present, Future.

How does the primordial Lion symbol show us the source of Authority?

Before we languaged existence with words like 'reality' and 'presence', the features of reality revealed themselves to Man through sacred symbolism. More practically this can be considered psychotechnology, far superior to normal language, which can manipulated in mind to mediate and disclose higher-order truth. To the ancients the lion is a King of animals and the first in the hierarchy—It has a crown mane, it's gold. But it doesn't hunt with the lionesses, it's said to guard the cave den in the mountains in the earliest Greek bestiaries.

Now stay with me here, it will pay dividends of insight:

The cave is the cosmic symbol of initiation: man initiates out of manifestation of the cave wall, into the dark unseen toward the seed and principle which is behind all manifestation. The cave is a microcosm of the cosmic egg, like we are a microcosm of both: Man's body being manifestation, and his mind being the virtuality of the seed.

The metaphor should be simple to understand: a seed is virtue-al potential, the possibility of a plant in a state of virtuality before being actualised as a tree. This is like Man: you exist as possibility to act, a virtual seed that could unfold in all manner of ways in a day or a life. That round seed also shows you what your essence is: you look around yourself and you are a microcosm of cosmos, a round bubble virtue-al space, outward-looking from a point that is you. This world presences as and by means of your possibilities, the seed, in the light of your understanding—your knowing, your skills, give form to how the world looks to you, allowing what is relevant to stand out as valuable or dangerous.

This cave stands for the initiation toward truths and wisdoms that grant higher possibilities which are not with your current 'seed', truths which completely rewrite your possibilities and how the world is to you.

The Mabinogion, the original source for Arthurian mythos, states 'The King is a bridge'. This means the King is supposed to guard and mediate the way to truth (the Cave) with the tradition, but at the same time he is also Priest; he provides a model of spiritual initiation as something higher than the mortal he is.

The Lion is also the People's will; The King is the meta-will, he takes the spiritual truth and authority gained from the cave and directs the will of the nation. Politics is the world of this will; religion and speculative philosophy disclose Truth, which rewrites world possibility underneath Will.

Myths abound of lions being overcome through alliance or conquest by heroes—as men we all have will, so both the mortal King and we must overcome that surface 'will'. This was what the alchemists knew as the Lion. We must undertake initiation toward the authentic seed to refresh and rewrite it.

For Europeans the first symbol of this process is more illuminating: it was the Bear, he guards a den and goes to the dark for a period of hibernation only to arise again, power renewed. The Celtic word for Bear is Arthur: 'King Arthur will return'.

This also shows that the King doesn't take his cues from the degraded Demos of the collective conscious spirit of the age, but the gods and the spirit of the depths, the collective folk unconscious. His source of authority and confidence in his action must come from Outside, a guide free of all modern 'will and common zeitgeist', Weltanschauung. How else could one bear the burden of rule, than through the true conviction that 'Outside' authority provides? 

What use is this? Now we don't just have affect, we also have a pattern of action to look for, a pattern that the English unconscious demands be fulfilled. We're getting closer.

Where do we see similar patterns? Who else did we sense carried the same affective charge?

XVII ESSENCE OF THE FOLK

Forward goes our gaze now to the gardens of Buckingham Palace. Four thousand Soldiers of the British armed forces fall in and form up on the grass for presentation to the newly crowned King.

Unlike the corrupt coronation, these soldiers carry a hidden through-line to authentic Being.

Inside the high walls of the Crown Estate, outside the rule of the degenerate Church of England, we come to find a ground of English Being with these four thousand war-kin standing in complete silence...

...a lack of speaking is also communication, a gesture says things words never could.

Listen to it...

...what does it speak...?

...it says ‘Where is our Captain to lead us?’...

…‘Where now the horse?

Where now the rider?

Where now the glad voices of the hall?

Where now the hearth and the giver of rings?’...

...those are the first thoughts of the Dark Age verse The Wanderer, which finishes…

…‘Gone, the bright grail! 

Gone, the shield thane! 

Gone, the glory of the kings! 

How that time has passed, dark under night-shade, 

as though it had never been!’...

...exile is a threat of what will come to pass if destiny is turned away from.

But not yet. This sturdy unshakable drill and square still hold fast here. The nation's sons form a wider organism of old martial procedure. Something here is true and sturdy, and it must be examined.

This raises two questions:

What is the essence of a Warrior? What is the origin of this procedure and tradition this group of men are enacting and are an expression of?

To ask about essence means to ask what and where is the Being, ultimate ground, of an English Soldier.

Carl Schmidt, Heidegger, and Marce Eliade are all very illuminative here.

For Dark Age man he took the real as it was given, not as he forced it to presence. This was before we took The Real as a defined and possessed known; before we knew anything for sure at all, known and unknown were in a liminal space.

To get a sense of this requires the Existential Analytic, which takes man's essence to be ekstatic existence. What does this mean?

The word Existence means Ex- (out) -istence (set up to stand): a setup out-standing; the word Ekstatic means to be out-of-body, standing.

If the essence of man is ekstatic existence it means you are neither subject nor object, but both—the outstanding in the world as knower of world. You are 'made' of 'what world you know', an 'understanding that gives form to your world and how you see it'.

You are the space, the disclosed space, that the knowledge of Being set up to stand. That's what you look at this page and video with right now. Your understanding is the interpretation that co-creates the space you are 'in'—after watching this video, insights will 'change your world' ever so slightly.

From that perspective, warriors are the extension, the outer march, of English existence and space.

But what was the beginning of this space, and how was it begun?

All folk existence, world space that we are, was founded in the claim of war, whether that's the war of questioning to grasp truth from the unknown, or the violent victory over nature and enemy space.

The sacred space and holy co-founded by warrior-priests, allied with divinities, conquered and opened space to exist for the first time for its own sake and truth. Before this is merely the Unknown Outside.

This is difficult and may go over your head at first, but it's something that becomes clear over time. We will say it in several ways:

Understand that you can't see and know without contrast, without value for things. This is driven by your limitations, such as Death and the Sacred. Animals have eyes but do not 'see', they don't 'know' because they lack this sacred space at the ground of all-knowing—they lack the knowing of Death.

Like the communal meaning-granting of 'Things' by the Northern council we mentioned earlier, the first 'meaning' here, primordial Being, is given by 'divinities' as a whole—as sacred space in participation with Men, with English Earth, with English Sky for the sake of English 'divinities'. This means the first interpretation of world isn't by you, it's 'sent' by 'divinities' in participation with the folk.

In this place of the twilight of thought, the first knowings of the tribe are the sending of divinity, not any individual. They pre-exist interpretation itself and are sent with and as it. Divinity grants the folk right and wrong, valuation that impels behaviour, and that is the true wall and frontier the war-men defend and extend and express. This original ground is now 'in' the unconscious.

Authentic religious initiation gives access to this primordial space. It holds and always is only as the waring participation of these four-fold: Men, Earth, Sky, Divinities. Forget one, and the whole decays to Nothing.

This is the original waring establishing our people's world—an existential space that is both a place 'material world', and also a Being that we are. From that point on, that warrior-priest's sole purpose was to be 'Guardian of English Sacred Space'.

This Authentic Being is the ground of the temple, held fast and protected for God to presence, a space from whose ground contrast and reality is concretised.

The Greeks called it the Nomos.

‘The dēmos [folk] must fight for the nómos as they would for the walls (the fortifications) of the polis’ — Heraclitus

Nomos is English ordering meaning[††]. This meaning is what all later custom and law is founded on. It's the value hierarchy that proceeds any habit, that proceeds the common law.

This is the authority's ground we were looking for. It is an Order (now returning from exile). It's now in the unconscious and drives the traditional cycles we have discussed today.

Warriors slay what threatens English existence for the sake of the values of the space that we are and live in—the divinities, the sacred, and the King. We are cast off from access to the glory of sacred space thrown into the profane modern mind. This must be rectified.

What is the origin of this procedure and tradition this group of men are enacting and are an expression of?

Forming a square is very old indeed. It is a warrior discipline that separated us from savages and ascended warriors to a higher order organism of spirit, led by a headhunter with the procedures of the drill, the training, and the binding of the colours. English units in particular were regional, each carrying the banners, colours, and arms of the 'English Worldspace' they were from, and, are (the Northumberland Fusiliers comes to mind.)

If this known open space is our essence and existence as I said earlier, then it is also the essence of the men and the King who perform this ritual. What does that mean? The past that has been in the form of traditional procedure and ritual, as known, has not passed. It is With Them Here Right Now because what has been is enacted—Being endures.

‘But’, we may object: ‘These soldiers are in the modern mindset and don't know the significance of what they do.’

They carry a 'hidden message' without knowing it as a worded proposition. The tradition's truth is protected because it's enacted: it's 'stored' and endures as procedural and participatory knowledge, despite the possession of individuals with modern propositions.

Today they enact ritual procedures that are so taxing that they don't have time to think anything but 'heat', 'pain', 'sweat'. This means they do it without modernism brain-chatter.

These marches are not utilitarian, they come from a time that still carried the meaning of Holy War; Folk War. Each new procedure was touched with the former and emerged from it.

To drill is to make procedure your second nature. Hear that again: to make the procedure your nature—to make an older 'way of Being' your current Being. It's a different kind of knowledge than book knowledge. It doesn't give you an idea: it remakes the space that you are.

Their perspective and worldview is changed. Despite their everyday concerns, this rigour brings them to something older. This is why military men and veterans are mostly right-wing. To be in repose of an ancestral form Is to imbue your Being with 'old knowledge', old state, old space. What has been now is again.

But what was that martial knowing made from? What was this procedure for the sake of? Why was it made?

This form, emerging over time, defeated nature, and the enemy. The ground of these rituals—these drills, these ritual equipments—are and are made from English WAR itself. Modern brain cuts this off from our sight.

What we see is sent to us from English VICTORY and DEFEAT as the procedures which were responsible for winning the space, honed in the clash with enemy space—a Praxis of Nike.

They're an expression of our heroes' ways, forged by those great men who won the day for the sake of their folk group's 'divinities': the procedures that worked and birthed English space for the sake of the first warrior and priest, the King.

This is why these rituals give us the affect of something deeply familiar and authentic. The War of Space was established through men by slaying enemy sacreds, and men, for the sake of Sacred Space; so these practices touch something crucial to the space that we are. Their patterns are unconscious to us.

How does the warrior relate to the King?

XVIII COMING OF THE OLD ONES

The King emerges from the back of the palace and stands at the summit of the steps. He looks down on the fruit of England's sons.

If we cast ourselves into his perspective, he looks out on a warhorse—the mount he is to command and what the Spurs of St. George point to. See it as a whole: the King is this crowning hierarchy, this palace; the soldiers and the lawn are his body.

His Being is their Being. Their Being finds expression in his crown at the top of the mountain.

To revisit what we said at the beginning, the warriors are here today to touch the kingly sacred source of their authority. This is not some law. Each warrior is a kind of King; a mode of an organism.

Through this tradition, the Over King provokes these warriors to become His avatar. They're participating in the organism, and becoming it. But without articulation, they won't hear its voice.

The mortal King is a localisation of this force. He is to be its head and articulator. A King must be the commanding head in practice and deeply question its Being so that he may better bring it into actuality, without distortion or corruption.

A Sergeant of Arms MARCHES OUT and BARKS:

‘TROOP! PREPARE TO MAKE THE SOVEREIGN SALUTE!’

His grizzled voice carries earthy reality: English speech, not some international technical language thrown around by merchants and foreign hordes, but the voice of the ancestors in repose who built the military procedure and passed it down to this man.

He is not John Smith today, he is VOICE OF THE WARKIN—

‘TROOP! PREPARE TO REMOVE HEADDRESS!’

They remove their hats in a cascading wave of action: this is a sign of a true organism, each man is a constituent of the principle and incorporated body of the nation's spirit.

Not in almost a century have so many European men stood in Caesarean triumph in traditional uniform in front of a King in traditional uniform, enacting traditional procedure of warriors, in front of the traditional form and expression of King.

The Sergeant at arms BARKS again:

‘THREE CHEERS FOR HIS MAJESTY, THE KING!’ — 

‘HIP HIP!’

‘HOORAAAAY!!’

A cacophony of English voice thunders as one. The Over King glimmers and coronates through it. This is the affect that Alexander and Caesar would have generated by their mere presence in ancient times. For a moment we've tasted it. We're participating in the organism.

Listen to it again:

‘HIP HIP!’

‘HOORAAAAY!!’

Only distant imaginings before now, the history books are made real before our eyes. It's thrown open a possibility of what should be. You would not feel this charge with a Hindi ceremony: this is spoken by your people in your language. It's meeting an unconscious pattern within you.

Do not mistake this as a show. These are not ceremonial toys; they are trained killers, many from active duty. We have NO idea about the ramifications of this demonstration, none at all. Nor what could trigger from it.

So what does this cheer mean then? What about this procedure and cheer touches us?

Our earlier examination of the essence of a Warrior helps us here—

Birthday cheers celebrate the yearly expansion of knowing space that you are. This is a clue. 'Hooray' is another form of 'Huzzah'. 'Huzzah' is cried in victory by the Royal Navy, at the raising of the flag. Victory is a birth of new space—ships are birthed.

The birth of England is when the flag is first raised and commemorated with collective cheer.

The 'Huzzah' and flag raising consecrate a ship of fellows together as one folk Being. It casts English ownership over the land and the sea and the spirit—as man, as embodied sword, as Kin.

This is the celebration of the birth and rebirth of a Being that endures. But do not be deceived. It's not for Charles, it's for the Over King.

The collective celebration is the true coronation and granting of the ruling organism at the top of the flagpole, the Over King. Remember, this isn't the government, this is unconscious force.

XVIV THE OLD ONES ROAR

Charles lets out a satisfied breath in response to the soldiers' cheer of loyalty.

But what has been satisfied with him?

Look carefully again.

What is meant to be now is. What is this 'meant to be' that is being fulfilled?

Something in his, and our, unconscious, an archetype, an expected procedure, has been fulfilled by the soldiers' actions. This isn't just the elation of people cheering you that anyone would feel, this is contentment.

The archetype is that a King have loyal warriors and that those warriors have a loyal, mortal King who commands them as-and-from the Over King they all participate in. An archetypal hyperagent.

This is a paradox.

Who is the form the other is to model themselves on? Well, both King and Soldiers are different modes of the Over King—one, the head; the other, the body.

This means that something is deeply wrong here: the King is failing to enact his 'part in the play'.

The greatest duty of a King is to COMMAND these soldiers directly as an embodiment of the Over King, the Principle.

There's no royal salute here from Charles. It demonstrates symbolically he is a passive receiver. If there was any time a King should be taking emergency powers, and ruling by Royal Prerogative to preserve the realm and Folk, it's now.

This is a rejection of the principle that awoke with the death of the old monarch, a wind that pressed for Charles to see it and be its expression.

This house of Windsor has failed us.

No longer icy, no longer willing to wait, the Over King withdraws his consent and calls for TRUE CHOSEN!

The lion leaps from the dark to you, English!

‘ENOUGH!’ IT ROARS—‘ENOUGH!’

‘Forsaken, no longer!’

‘Exiled, no longer!’—

—As a wand'rer, I walk, A Grey Pilgrim,

Among you as storm winds the rain,

Shunned by the The Sword and The Sceptre—

‘Holy’, We whisper, in vain:

Where now my Horse and my Rider?

Where now my Lord Giving Ring?

Where now my Captain, Commander?

Son of the Banners, the Kin?

Yet a Wand'rer, I walk, a Grey Pilgrim:

Among you as storm winds the rain,

Shunned by the The Sword and The Sceptre—

‘Holy’, We whisper, in vain:

Now among you, My Sons, a Successor:

Heard a dawn, at the spur of The Hunt! 

Call Chosen, bring death to the lecher!

And the Boar thunders Bear from the dust!

Yet a Wand'rer, I walk, a Grey Pilgrim:

Among you as storm winds the rain,

Shunned by the The Sword and The Sceptre—

‘Holy’, We whisper, this day:

'But a whisper' once gold pierces nightshade,

'But an ember' from ash thaws the sleep!

'But a forgotten God' strikes the Saxon!

Lights abyss with lost roots from the deep!—

—A true King COMMANDS us today!

'RISE GOD! RISE ENGLAND! RISE KING!’

We hear the Soldiers cheer again:

‘HIP HIPP!

HORRRRRRAAAAYYY!!

HIP HIPP!

HORRRRRRAAAAYYY!!

HIP HIPP!

HORRRRRRAAAAYYY!!’

XX PROPHECIES: THE CHOSEN FEW

With this all in mind we bring our gaze back to silence and abstract space: to seek answers to the last of our questions posed at the outset.

We question the dark again: What occurs when the return of the King is denied?

Ancient symbolism and prophecy bring to our mind's eye a grey pilgrim, an old man on a white horse galloping up and up to higher levels of a castle perched on the side of a cliff. He retreats from a chaotic flood torrenting in after him from the postern gate by the sea.

What does this mean?

A pilgrim is one who is on a holy mission; the white horse makes him no mere man. Here he's returning from sacred space—he brings a re-divinised authority, purpose, and world with him.

He retreats upward: retreat is not flight, it is consolidation and careful withdrawal. He gathers to him the light, the true unconscious order in exile, to crush the dragon regime of the dark mother.

The horse[‡‡] is the first step of man above himself in command. It means you are fit to command a larger distributed spirit: It shows the mastery of man over his animal nature and its spiritualisation.

White expresses a high level of purity, which means it's abstracted, ascended, from the temporal more than other colours—more distinction, more free of the decay of time. It demonstrates a ruling eternal order. This is why Emperors would ride white horses: their body is also in you—they're an institution, a corporation, and that corporation is itself an entity that existed before them in both conscious and unconscious realms.

Riding this spirit up to the top of the castle means this pilgrim, a Woden Merlin figure, brings a ruling transcendent principle, a King, from unseen waters at the bottom of the mountain to the top of the hierarchy.

This order returning from long exile is US!

This symbolic image aligns perfectly with the mythic cycle of the English and the ancient tradition of the King of the World. We are in the period of the coming of the Flood; a dragonslayer begins his rise.

When Robin Hood mythos is unified with Arthurian mythos, you see such an eventuation. Robin is the Order in exile: if Richard fails to return from the Crusades, this Order is the only authority in the land; it has the truth of the Tradition, and stands as the Over King in the King’s absence. We see this occur in Tolkien's stories, with Strider, a ranger, crowned as King; we see this in Arthur's crowning by Merlin (Woden) and Arthur's birth from the primordial waters, brought on dragon ship to Uther's keep.

But do we trust the mythic patterns? Aren't they just stories?

We can trust they map unconscious archetypes of the Folk, which are patterns of action. For the materially minded we can at the least state mythic pattern expresses that procedural pathway of highest value and impulsion for the folk group, meaning the pathway of least resistance and highest possibility of support. If the mythic pattern of action is enacted it will generate a libidinal response in the folk group to support it and play their respective roles—like the people supporting Tommy Robinson's actions because they aligned with the Robin Hood value structure.

The Hyperagent will drive its own birth into actuality.

The mythic is far more than 'libidinal force', but for now we leave the a-causal effects of synchronicity and hyperstition to the side for another time.

Politics is the way of the plausible, not the possible; the folk unconscious is the ground of our behavioural possibility. Events aligning with these unseen structures open the way for new possibilities of action to unfold, if understood. They're the invisible perspectival lines in the world that are capable of flipping the chessboard underneath the politics chess game.

I'll leave you with this: Curtis Yarvin wrote ‘In politics only the plausible is possible’. My response: with the mythic only is the possibility of the plausible remade.

That is what we are witnessing in this work: a hyper-intervention from Outside.

XXI KING OF THE CHOSEN

If the Over King isn't with Charles, who is it consolidating with?

Well, What is a true King? He is a bridge to spiritual initiation and a chief warrior and temporal commander, as we said.

What kind of man would a true King need to be to claim both these characteristics in this age? A supreme soldier, a man who has the potential to see the world in an anti-modern way. This means postmodern, and that means young and virile.

What else would he need? An abundance of vitality? Charisma? Yes—his authority and his belief comes not from the spirit of the age, but the spirit of the ancestors. This grants him a superabundance of Being and conviction, meaning his authority comes not from 'individual ego'. No, he's a man inborn with potential for religious zeal and connection with transcendent Being—he has to bear this Over King after all. Yet he's tactical, earthly, and prudent.

The temporal aristocracy fell long ago, so he's more likely to have the ring of a common accent—'from the ashes a fire shall be woken'. His nobility comes from virtue, like Robin. All these things will be latent in him, honed in the discipline of the ways of war.

He'd need to inspire deep loyalty and devotion; he'd need to have brotherly allies whose bonds can be relied on. That means bonds forged in extreme risk to life and battle, not cynical Machiavellian alliances. He'll need to temper his superabundance of power with modesty and grace so he can rise in a hostile environment while holding true to his principles.

Kipling said—

‘The sea will be parted at the point where those, who by their mere multitude, hold it in place.’

Where do the multitude hold the sea in place? The majority of warriors who hold the monopoly on violence; and the majority of people who unconsciously hold the regime's false myth in place and bar us from the future.

This man is before our very eyes right now.

Look out here, at this image. What do we see?

Here is the King of England—

—the King - is - one - of - these - here - soldiers.

Imagine for a moment what it felt like to be in the middle of these four-thousand men. Place yourself there in mind, all chanting in unison, in traditional uniform, operating traditional procedure, all looking up to a glittering celestial crown. Yet they receive nothing in return, and yet they know deep down this King won't rule and enact his role.

These men know something is deeply wrong with England and the age.

What WOULD solve it? What DOES feel deeply RIGHT?—

—What they're participating in does. It is more right than anything they see and feel in their normal lives, and more right in relation to the bonds of brotherhood they feel for each other when fighting to survive on deployment.

This triumph and call to true leadership feels real. The rest of the time, they feel like mechanical pawns pushed by economic machines.

He has now seen what traditional forms look like; such a thing has not been seen in a century, and cannot be seen in new world states.

Think about it: to have the raw conviction and confidence needed to rise as a true King requires you not be driven by modern utility brain. He'd have to have been touched by this transcendent principle in Old Ritual. If not here then where?

And so we understand that this event cut deeply into the unconscious of the soldiers here.

It cleared a possibility, dormant in Being!

True Kingship! This - is - what - could - authentically - BE!

They're out of their liberal egos here, thrown out of the modern. They are tasting what a traditional martial political life should be with a return to meaning.

He is with the true warriors; he knows this brotherhood of kin; he knows the regime and this King do not speak for the Kin. And now he knows, in the first seed of intelligibility, that the Spirit of the King exists with him and is bigger than any man, and perhaps, that that spirit calls to him as CHOSEN KING.

The King has come!

The King has come!

The King has come!

Prepare now, his arrival is yet to be!

At this very moment, like you all are, perhaps he watches.

In that case, I address this man directly:

There's something you've always wondered, brother.

Something you've always known, on the edge of your sight.

Something deep down told you you were called for something great, called beyond the machinations of economy and comfort.

Some latent power grew and grew with you in the dark, and now on this day of days, it made contact with its firing source!

This is the beginning...

This cheer from these men is for you, and for We, and for this Over King, a hyper-form that is now thrown to YOU brother!

Caesar, Alexander, Alfred the Great—these men were no mere individuals. Those who worshipped them and served with them knew the same. They participated in a greater imperial spirit together, a higher order organism which they felt directly.

That is the King we serve.

You have in some sense already wondered, 'Is it me?' The answer is YES.

It's you.

It is you.

But why you? No one with these sorts of skills and background, without destiny, would ever ask the question. Asking this question implies the answer, brother!

The people are readying, the enemy is moving, the hour is late!—

—YES, it's you!

These are the conditions of all Arthurs. They're heralded by the instigation of symbolic events. The machinations of AI and technocratic internationalist schemes reach their highest danger.

Paraphrasing the poet Holderlin: as the dark grows, so too does the possibility to invert it, so too does the light. Covid and regime overreach prepared the way; post-ironic humour brings the people out of illusion to the truth, and now comes true zeal!

The floods rise, the enemy surrounds us! The wizard rides upward, gathering the light and heralding the King!

We have heard your call, Immortal One!—

—Begins a gentle candle, in the darkest sea,

 to be, but to be

Raging beacon, iridescent,

Shield for the truthful

Sword for true chosen

Courage English courage, 

To bleed and call the light!

TODAY THE LIGHT GATHERS AND CONSOLIDATES—

THE DARKNESS RISES—NOW TOO THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN!

TODAY WE BEGIN!

TODAY WE MOVE!

TODAY WE KNOW THE LIGHT OF GOD CAN NEVER BE EXTINGUISHED, THE LAW OF HEAVEN COMES TO THE FIELD—

—HE CALLS TO HIS CHOSEN TO BRING THEIR SWORDS!

XXII TASK OF THE CHOSEN

There's one question we still have not answered: What is our destiny? Do we all have a role to play in this grand movement of heaven and earth?

It's our purpose to break open the way for the King's arrival, to open latent possibilities in the people.

All have a role in this mighty happening.

§ INITIATE THE RADICAL BREAKOUT TO OUTSIDE of the modernist way of seeing and mind—Scientism and physicalism's fake view of reality, and the 'subject-object divide'. Only by breaking their enforcement thinking can we turn toward destiny.

Pagans, Esotericists, Jungians, Christians—all are welcome in this, but all must turn to ancient symbolic ways of seeing and begin practices and methods of changing their 'mind frame' perspectively to disclose 'Primordial/authentic Being', or stage a 'radical invasion of Outside' as Nick Land would put it.

§ SACRIFICE AND TITHES. We cannot aid The Dragonslayer without the truth of belief. This we alone have. They have dying resentful superstition, we have the truth of mythos and Being. It's our only advantage. We have God on our side. Cynical Machiavellians must not lead.

The link to sacrifice something of value to you, i.e. your skills or your money, become a member is HERE: https://scottmannion.com/membership if you can’t afford it email me why and you can have a year free.

§ FORGE A VIRTUE ENGINE: Building your virtue engine of practices that allow you to transcend motivations of economy as provoked, and gain motivation from meaning instead. Body is mind, and power there yields power in mind and spirit, and influence in the world.

§ FASTING: practices of removing the enemy's control mechanisms, sport, entertainment, you no longer can be a member of any national football or sports club.

§ CONVERSION AND POLEMIC: your sport and entertainment are now shitposting and memeing anonymously, and converting others to the mission.

§ MARTIAL: real-world martial skills and conversion of martial groups, your Being is more than your mind.

§ FRATERNAL GREENWOODS: network organisation of conclaves & mutual aid co-ops.

§ ARTISAN HYPERSTITION: competent artists are to direct their efforts away from vitalist art to hyperstitional art. This art changes reality itself by projecting the vision of the truth, of the future that is coming.

§ METALORE EXPERIMENTAL LAB: folk research, radical experimentation with the esoteric.

§ R/ACC RELIGIOUS ACCELERATION: Ancient religious and esoteric practices, such as the Orthodox Church, and those disclosed by other traditionalist thinkers allow this process of (true) initiation to prosper.

I look forward to meeting you.

ENDNOTES

[†] The word mythos means 'story' to us—an episode 'in mind' or on the page. But Mythos, a Greek word, covers over a meaning for us moderns that the Greeks called Theios, far more than narrative, it's reserved for archetypal groups, symbolic in nature and now unconscious, which have both incredible predictive power and wide applicability for how reality unfolds. This is because they form the ground of how reality is for the folk they were given to long ago. But they're now invisible to us.

Why is this? 

Logos is an abused word today. It means our cognitive harvesting of nature, the 'sprouting'. It's the gathering up of what appears to us as Being, and is rendered known to form our knowledge space, which we also call Being. So in essence Logos means con-scious-ness.

Decoding to Anglo-Saxon we get— 

With-knowing-being (Con-scious-ness)

—a knowing Being that seeks to know itself, which is also a knowing of physis—Nature, the Sprouting. See 'sprouting' as a metaphor for 'coming-to-be-from-unknown' rather than an actual plant and you should have some sense of how these things look when they're thought by early thinkers who still had experience of Mythos.

Our thirst to define and know permanently, since Greek times, castrated us from Mythos, which was Theios, divinity, that revealed itself to ancient man without his choice in the matter. This castration doesn't mean divinity died. It was merely driven into what the depth psychologists call 'Unconscious'. 

Mythos, the story that we are left with in modernity, is the symbolic extension of these higher-order phenomena that are now unconscious and inaccessible without initiation 'out' of modern mindsets. 

So for all intents and purposes, we should understand mythos as 'in' the unconscious. But that doesn't mean it is 'in mind'. It merely means the unseen here that nevertheless lives.

[‡] Termed 'Narod' and 'Mythos image' by ethnos-sociologists, 'Archetype' by depth-psychologists, and 'Transcendent Principle' by the European traditionalist school. They all cover the same phenomena, and with each passing year, modernist reductivism proves more of a failure in describing them, while increasingly complex scientific terminology ('Hyperagent') aligns more with the ancient view of these phenomena. 

[§] I don't say this with pleasure, Charles is a confused but good man at heart, surrounded and controlled by Evil men

[||] A question we ask ourselves: 'Is this wishful thinking?'

We may be moderns, but we still retain the ability to sense when a performance is driven by something other than what is authentic; say, because an orchestra is being paid rather than serving God.

Despite all the rigid competence of the musical performance, the ceremony was mostly devoid of meaning, or outright demonic.

If we were fulfilling a wish we'd be romanticising the coronation and offering an apologetic for Charles, to make it appear as something that was not mechanical and regime serving. Many conservatives will do this.

I am merely expressing a libidinal force, an archetypal order, or a transcendent principle, which now presses to be fulfilled—the only source of authority this nation has now. We are that authority's heralds. That doesn't mean it can't be defeated. But it does mean it isn't merely 'subjective'.

Isn't this still 'romanticising'? A painting of illusion on top of cold empirical ‘true’ events?

The Modern mindset places the priors of Materialism, utilitarianism, and metaphysics of will to power, in the way of Being's giveness.

To say 'devoid of meaning' isn't saying 'devoid of a human additive'. Meaning merely means what a word points to, Being. 'What is the Being of a word?', is what we really ask when we ask 'What is the meaning of a word?', we're not looking for a language synonym.

This technical construction we see as moderns is not made from the raw authentic Being the words point to, it's made from the comparison of logical descriptions (propositions) with other logical descriptions—a presence constructed of logical blueprints, psychotechnology laid upon your vision which makes what is present show itself in a modern way, devoid of meaning.

We are not ADDING things to these events, we're REMOVING from them, and speaking what remains.

As far as it's successful, this speaking takes the perspective of a more primordial reality, a reality that was available to the ancients, and a reality that can be available to us in doses, with access to sacred space.

It's expressing what is implied in the ritual we just saw, and the affect it impels, in combination with my understanding of the value structure in the English unconscious, and the Mythos relating to the primordial tradition (what is called the return of the King, and the King of the World, Arthur, and the grail cycle).

[††] Nomos is the wall that holds open your existential 'world', when fully decayed, it closes and you fall unconscious as homo-economicus—a provoked animal with no ground. Without that wall, we don't exist: English space and spirit collapses. It's the mortar between the bricks. The true horror of a future is one where this 'space' is no longer remembered as having ever existed. We are close to the point of the total collapse of English existential space. 

[‡‡] The horse begins a symbol of animal vitalism run away with itself (infernal horse) then it becomes bound to the solar order when it’s metamorphosed by divinities into the equivalent of the bird, which we see in Pegasus the flying horse, and the spiritual mount of Apollo. 

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