THE OLD PUB 03

RIDER, you must forgive me for being so … ... well,
brash back there. For I was not myself. Those
woods have a quality of trickery. For many men
that find themselves into it, in them end up never
re-emerging,
re‐emerging, and those that do, do are said to
never be the same. Like As if a piece of their
humanity is was lost within the trees. However, let
us not dwell on the past, for we both are
children of the horizon and must ever look
forward. Verily, our hearts have been filled by
our love of this people and the movement that
lies underneath, in the substructure, which
compels them towards the Sun. But let it be said, for
that it was a single girl who saved us from that
madness. A little one of our kind who graced us
with truth in our moment of despair … ... Ah, we
have arrived and it is just as I remember. A pub
whose outer shell is neither regal or
uncommon , nor uncommon,
but whose interior radiates speech in a way
unlike any other. For here is absolute free
speech. Here you will find the ugliness and
beauty of unadulterated dialog. dialogue. It was here
that I first found myself when I began chasing
the Sun. At that time, I was much more of a
caretaker of the graveyard and I carried with me
a load that was nigh unbearable. Busts and
banners, paintings and scrolls, scrolls filled my pockets
and gave made me the
quality of rigidness. rigid. For I had not learned of the
invaluable nature of my blood.

Freaks and saints, nationalists and vagabonds,
communists and capitalists all find themselves
here. It would be well for you to remember that
the sophist is the least deadly creature you will
encounter. For here lurks another type whose
pernicious aim is in the advancement of the unknowing.
An agent of those who have taken up the cause, cause to
gouge out the eye of Being. These liars of the
highest rank, whose sole goal is to fell our
sacred tree. To eliminate a potential threat.
They will argue with you that there is no
European continuum continuum, and yet, our unification into
a single purpose, purpose is their most dreaded fear.
They say that it is impossible and yet actively
work against what they know is inevitable. It
causes them anxiety, is that not splendid? A time
will come where the remnants of the Aryan, the
civilized, will band together against the
unknowing. On that day, so too will the parasite will begin
to lose its capacity to feed. That this This international
system of banking and robbery, robbery will collapse into upon
itself.

Now, rider, let us find a table so that we may
smoke our pipes and drink our wine. Here we find
ourselves in a room of many minds and faces. For
I see the Atheist, the Patriot, and the Ascetic
Semitic Aryan. Impetuous as ever the Patriot
rambles, “Has the Sacred Clown returned to his
senses? Has he come to give his life for
America?” I look to the Patriot who had long
forgotten the Sun and speak, “For there “There is no
America. For she is but a corpse. Now the world
descends on her like hyenas and maggots. Her
dying flesh breeds other animals. You have
abandoned the hunt, for it was the founders of
America who chased the Sun, yet you are still
looking back at the graveyard.” The Patriot
scowls defiantly and remarks, “You have joined
ranks with the esoteric. You speak of magic and
meaning. Do you even care for Western values? You
wear a banner as a cloak from the banner of an enemy of our own
people. What is this role-play role‐play, and how can you
not see your own shame?” I give no pause and
reply, “I wear this banner because of my oath
to the German. For he has been forced to bear a
shame unknown in history. I will carry this mark
with him, as a means to lighten his burden. It
too holds a memetic element necessary in the
understanding of our being. The being ‐ the sacred
swastika.” The Patriots Patriot’s face contorts to in
confusion and he remarks, asks, “An Asian symbol?”
“Why not the cross, my son?” interjects the
Ascetic Semitic Aryan, “For surely “Surely you know of the
greatness of Western Civilization. If it is
true, true
that you wish to chase the Sun, then you must
utilize the memetic system that gave paved the way to for
such greatness. The greatness – the greatness of the microscope.
The
microscope, the genius of the laser. laser! Verily, if
you take with you the cross, you will chase the
Sun ever further.” I stare at him in silence
for a moment and then I speak, speak: “I do not wish
to carry the cross any further, my friend. I
thank you for your kindness but I must deny that
call. For I have come to love life and reject
the concept that it is suffering, that it is sin. For
I have come to believe that one should live his
life as if there is no tomorrow. That one should
drink it in full.”

The Ascetic Semitic Aryan frowns and retorts,
“I see, a hedonist you are! You lay with the
whore!
whores! You bring about degeneration!” My eyes
turn to his and I say, “You sir retort, “You, sir, are a hedonist
waiting
hedonist‐in‐waiting – standing in line to for
the whorehouse. For isn’t Isn’t your asceticism only
momentary, so that you may achieve sublime immortality?
immortality in heaven? An immortality of
endorphins? No sir, I am not a child of this
so-called
so‐called West. For the tree is much more than
a branch. Its strength comes from its own
anatomy, not the memetics that the anatomy
produces. And as far as degeneration goes, sir,
Christianity was Rome’s religion at the end of
the empire, not the beginning.”

The Ascetic Semitic Aryan replies with disgust in
his throat, “The Byzantine empire continued on
for …” ...” but is cut off when the Patriot slams
his fist to the table, grabs a handful of my
crimson cloak and declares “Role-play! “Role‐play! You,
the Sacred Clown role-play! role‐play! You wear this
costume and play pretend. Are you a German in the
workers party?” My hand on his I say, “Did
the Americans themselves not role-play role‐play as
Greco-Romans?
Greco‐Romans? These Americans and their
Republic. Their deep love for Democracy. democracy. It is well
good that man looks ever every so often back at the
grave, to know where they he came from and what they are he is
capable of. But our gaze must always return to
the horizon!”

The room fills with silence, then suddenly a
libertarian calls out out: “Slit your throats you
transvestites, bathed in nigger muck!” The room
erupts into laughter. The Patriot and the Ascetic
Semitic Aryan find their way off. Suddenly before
us lies appears the Atheist, my old friend. He sits
down and says, “Sacred Clown, my dear fellow,
is it true what they say? That you have found
meaning in a meaningless world? Surely you know
that I am
the a skeptic and I have long shed the naïveté
naïveté of religious dogma. For I require
material evidence of your claim.” Our drinks
arrive in good order and I reply after I wet my tongue, “the “The
material is all around you, one need only to
follow its movement. The drive towards
complexity, my dear atheist friend, there is
where you will find meaning.” His face turns to
confusion as With a confused
look he speaks, “Complexity?” asks, “Complexity ... ?” I lean
in, in as
if to make our conversation one of tell him a secret and whisper, “Being is
generating complexity. From the dawn of time new
novelty has developed from within. Don’t the
wizards say it all started with pure energy? That
there, at the beginning, it was hot and dense. As
Then, as this realm cooled it gave way to the
building blocks of matter. That matter, that eventually formed
into clouds of gas and gave rise to the first
stars. In due course planets planets, and then life life,
finally emerged on the scene. From life to scene; and from life, at
long last, consciousness. But know this, the
complexity is but an artifact. It is residue made
in the pursuit of its conclusion. The complexity
is merely a prerequisite.” His confused
expression turns to a smile as he bellows out
“Prerequisite? Surely you jest? You You, my friend friend,
sound like
some old vitalist.” I smile some old vitalist.” I smile, then
look to you, rider, as
I make my claim, “The modern I make my claim, “The
modern day vitalist is like a chicken without its
head. He is aimless aimless, and allowing him to live in
his current state is cruel. I aim to recreate
him.” The Atheist’s smile turns to a snarl
and he utters out, “Do you mean to say that the
Universe, “wanted”
Universe wanted consciousness?” I sip my drink
and pause before I speak, “Yes.” He slaps his
legs and begins laughing saying, “I see now!
You are playing a trick on me! For a second there
I believed you had joined the ranks of fools who
maintain a teleological view of nature.” My
eyes remain on his as I reply, “No, it is true.
For I have joined their ranks. I believe there
exists an objective purpose to reality and I aim
to apply this to my blade, for the battle that I
must wage against the nihilist, the
existentialist, the pessimist, the absurdist, and
the other undreamers.”

The Atheist calls out, “The Nihilist? You are
daft, Sacred Clown, for the Nihilist has
dominated for a century or more! She is
immortal. Do you think you are alone in the
pursuit to find of meaning? For you are not, as not! I long ago
pursued the Sun and lost my God. I have long
sought meaning, but know this, this: I will never
delude myself into believing such nonsense again. But
you
You who sit here today would fool yourself into
trusting a new dogma? My dear friend, you must
equip
bring agnosticism with you, for any other mindset
is folly. We can remain existentialists. We can
fight for the European continuum simply because
it makes us happy. Let it remain subjective, so
that I may at least make sense of you.” I raise
my voice and retort darkly, “But it is
objective! You You, the existentialist existentialist, are in the end, are
end destroyed by that old hag, Nihilism. You
believe in nothing from the onset, but I I, the
Romantic of this late hour, say that there lies
an objective meaning to our condition. We have a
purpose. A
destiny. That we destiny! We are an aspect of Being
with the highest degree of complexity. That complexity – the
complexity
takes shape as produces consciousness at its apex and
results in the knowing. That knowing is our
quest, to pursue the Sun!”

His face now turned pale, he mutters out
dolefully, “The knowing?” I finish my glass
and begin again, “Being’s attempt to know
itself.” The Atheist now pauses as if he is
trying to put together a puzzle without enough
pieces. He whispers back, “You mean that
reality, is attempting to understand itself? I
will not deny that it is true, that we are
aspects of Being, and that we do have a curious
way about ourselves, but you go too far to say
that it has an objective purpose. We are no more
than a speck in space. Simply inconsequential.
Nature cares little for us.” Without hesitation
I respond, “But that’s not true! It appears
to me that nature prefers complexity. For never
in her development has it been completely lost.
It has only generated advanced further and further. Even
after the Permian-Triassic Permian‐Triassic extinction event,
came more
complexity came. complexity. Even after the collapse of
Rome, in time, complexity once again flourished.
I say that this force, that exists under layers
of Being I can not see, aids in this development.
That this motivated movement in Being was driven
not to create complexity in itself, but rather to
bring about knowing. If this is true, then there
may be an element of being Being that assists the Aryan
in his undertaking against the unknowing. For if
the Undreamer were to win this war, humanity
would sink into eternal darkness, it would fall
into a dull and primitive state. Being would lose
its greatest lens at for knowing itself.”

The Atheist smiles and finishes his glass before
responding, “The unknowing? So what is knowing
then? Something like, truth connecting to
truth?” I place my coins on the table and meet
his eyes once more more, replying, “Yes. You see for
all his weaknesses, Socrates was absolutely right
to see that the good and truth are connected. For
from
From this we shall build a moral framework for
the Aryan, for it is he alone who seeks the
knowing relentlessly. It is there, at the apex of
being that he takes his place as the Seeker. That
is the name I have given it. The phenomenon that
acts as Being’s greatest lens in the search for
that which is.”

The Atheist pauses for a moment then replies,
“I believe you’ve been chasing the Sun for
far too long today, my friend friend, and as a result
have become confused from heatstroke.” The
Ascetic Semitic Aryan leans into the conversation
again and with a gloomy expression whispers,
“Then there is no heaven for humanity in your
religion?
That when When we die it’s all over? What a
tragedy!” A wide smile draws across my face as
I say, “For it “It is the chance at life itself, the
great journey that for which I am so thankful. Even if
this is all that there is, then that is more than
enough to overwhelm me with gratitude.” The
Ascetic Semitic Aryan stands in confusion as he
replies, “Gratitude to what?” I embrace him
and say, “Being!”

The Patriot makes his way over and once again
resumes conversation, “How can it be that you
carry my red, white and blue around your wrist,
and the swastika around your neck? Do you not
know how liberty and autocracy are enemies of
each other?” I hold out my arm and declare,
“For I
“I wear this red, white and blue, blue to always
remember my fatherland. So that I will always be
able to recollect, that there once existed a
state,
state which wished to spread the Greek forum
across her borders. To remind me of my sacred
oath, that my people will have every right to
claim their weapons and speak free speech. That I may
keep safe, safe liberty and the individual spirit. That
even though I am of the vine of Dionysus, I shall
ever keep Apollo in my heart. Know this,
you You are correct to
see my inconsistency, for I am Man. I am both of both
spirit and matter, of war and peace. These
fluctuations between autocracy and liberty shift
organically depending on ever changing
conditions. At times the people must become a singular unit with a
singular, unified will, will; and at other times they
must be free to question question, and know their
individuality. For endless Endless debate about the size of
the government is a luxury for easier times. For we, We,
who live here in the 21st
century century, are in a
desperate hour.” I embrace the Patriot as he
stares in confusion confusion, and say, “Hear me friend, for
it is America, America – who she once was, was – that is in
my heart. That great pioneering people who always
looked out on to the horizon and chased the Sun. They
will always be a part of me, but there is a new
people who walk this earth.” Earth.” The Ascetic
Semitic Aryan chimes in, “but “But you are a child
of the West.” West?!” I respond with jubilance,
“Then let me be the last son of the West. Let
the new child be born under the Sun, who waves
the banner of the European continuum. Let him
hold lightning and take up the new cause. For our
purpose is to carry forth the knowing.”

I now cry out into this the beer hall, “Hear me you
bastards! For once Once long ago many of you set out to
chase the Sun. Here you found yourselves and
rest.
rested. Too much rest. Here you reminisce of over
the graveyard and have learned to complain
endlessly. You have lost yourselves and have
begun to champion Semitic puppets. You fight for
your primitive nationalism. You cling to sinking
ships! You now complain that there are mountains,
rather than fill filling your hearts with exhilaration
that there are mountains to climb! What great joy
it is that the dark tidal wave of the Nothing now
descends on our world. What a fantastical fantastical,
fearful dragon indeed. Do you not realize, realize that
that only makes the glory sweeter? What a great
adventure awaits!” Someone in the back yells
out, “And you’ll be saying how fantastic it
is when they load us up in camps for our blue
eyes and rape our women in our midst?” midst!” The pub
is
satu­rated in laughter.
I carry my smile through and when th
eir shouts become saturated in laughter. I carry my smile
through, and when their shouts become whispers I
say, “Yes, even then I would look out at the
Sun and praise Being. Even if I am tortured and
made broken by the villains of this world, I will
still hold out my arm to salute the Sun and thank
whatever it is that all­owed allowed me to be. To
experience Being.” The room was made quiet.

The Ascetic Semitic Aryan meekly remarks, “Was
it not you, Sacred Clown, who once came here long
ago, filled with nothing but relics from the
graveyard? Now you come to tell we, the us, this pub,
that you know better? This broken formula you
call a religion will get you nowhere. The Patriot
is right to scold you, for you will never have
the votes. You can not even convince we, us, we who
have chased the Sun, so how do you expect to
entertain those incapable of ontological dialog? No, for
you
dialogue? No. You, Sacred Clown Clown, are a sad
example of a lost child. For you You have degenerated
into racial worship.”

There is silence. I begin with, “It is true
that I hold no stake in the survival of the
Ascetic Semitic Aryan cause, for it only allows
the Semites a backdoor into my world. It is true
that I care little if America survives the 21st
century, verily she died long ago. But you are in
error when you assume that I worship the race.
For we, the European continuum continuum, are only a step
on the path to the higher man. For I worship the
totality of Being. I worship all that is.
However, my task is to take up the sacred banner
and aid in the unification of this people. Not on
grounds of language and religion, but by a
universal will towards truth.”

The pub remains silent and I shout once more,
“We shall ride under lightning! For that was
the weapon of Zeus, Thor, Taranis, Zeus and Jupiter and Taranis; of
Thor and Indra; of Perun,
Perkūnas, Indra, Jupiter, Perkūnas, and Perkwunos!
*Perkwūnos! Let us become wild men again! For
you who dwell here, did I not ride alongside you
for years? Come with me again, let us ride out
into the horizon! Let us chase Sul, Helios,
Arinna, Hvare-khshaeta, Hvare‐khshaeta, Surya and Sol Invictus.”
Invictus!” The Atheist speaks up, “Why
exactly is your aim, aim – to bring this
’knowing’
‘knowing’ into Being, Being – morally bound to
you? Do you once again believe in objective
morality?” I return retort with, “As I have already
said, yes. It is simple. That which advances the
knowing is good and that which retards it is
evil. All of us are already born with this moral
understanding. A deep desire to maintain life. We
already know that beings with a higher capacity
of knowing are more precious. Just as a child is
more precious than an ant hill. There is
tremendous instinctive value of sapience. Just as
Viracocha willed lesser men to build civilisation
by his guidance. Just as great leadership
results in survival and
flourishment. flourishing. Just as the societies, whom
societies that allow for wonderment and the
advancement of the knowing, always grow to master
their world with
foremost systems and unequaled innovation. Just as
the European subjugated the world in the 19th
century with his advanced technology.”

A Luddite from the crowd calls out, “You are a
transhumanist, then? You worship technology. technology? Do
you not realize that technology is the enemy?
That through this industrial revolution we have
destroyed the earth?” Earth?” I turn to him and speak,
“Brother, if you wish to destroy technology,
then you must destroy the Aryan. For even if you
were to take all that he currently knows and burn it up
with the Library of Alexandria, he would at once
take up the task towards of its rediscovery. For it It is his
most natural impulse. Besides, if one wishes for
an Earth in which these hominids are incapable of
advanced technology, then he should join ranks
with the Semite, who wishes so eagerly to drive
mankind into a primitive form. Yes for Yes, surely the
greatest means to destroy your nemesis,
technology, would be to convince all Aryans to
merge with the African. For then you will have
your wilderness everywhere.” The Luddite is
made silent.

I begin again, “No “No, I am not a transhumanist,
for the blood is sacred to me. Here I say, we all
feel the pain together when we hear of a
child’s death. We are forced to reflect on the
loss of her potential. We yearn for them to be
and to experience. To aid in the knowing.
Remember this, for there are many ways in which
the knowing is made. It was there when man first
peered through the Hubble telescope and it is
there when one looks out at the sunrise in awe at
the majesty of Being. Verily we, We, the new
Romantics Romantics,
believe that life is beautiful in all its
variation, but we too also know that it is a
hierarchy based on knowing. For there There is a deep
impulse in the heart of every Aryan to wish to
live in harmony with nature. That the entirety of
the hierarchy of life is to be viewed as a
precious gift. This is why we wish to maintain
the wild. To keep the forest and jungles. So that
the world will be a cornucopia of colors and
sounds. However, it is our chief duty to aid
whomever is the Seeker, Being’s champion, so
that the knowing can extend outwardly and
inwardly until nature is satisfied. For an
existence in which there is no knowing, is an
existence without
beauty. For beauty – what is beauty but
the reflection of Being on being?”

A long pause as members of the pub looked look back and
forth. Some stood stand processing, others waited wait to see
the consensus. Then suddenly the Patriot
began begins
to laugh, and slowly slowly, one after by one, the members of
the pub laughed. laugh. Some still stood stand processing, but
laughter won wins out. For this This place was once filled
with men who swore an oath to the European continuum,
continuum – now they only wish to preserve its
memes. To confirm over and over where it all went
wrong. There to argue To argue, until the Sun sets for good.
Come along, rider. I am finished here. I am not
sure how many will come to join us come, in time, to join us, but
I hope that at least one was swayed to our cause.
The wine will do serve well to keep our minds off
our wounds until we can reach the lagoon Lagoon of the
nymphs.
Nymphs. For there they will heal our flesh flesh, and
make us ready with sex magic and the ideal. It is
there that we will seek aid from Aphrodite, their
queen, who will bestow upon us esoteric knowledge
of the courtesan, the muse.