Julius Evola

Personal: It is tough living in a world where it is still seen that, Americans still speak to others about Culture and still deem themselves the representatives of what is civilised.

Personal: It is tough living in a world where it is still seen that, Americans still speak to others about Culture and still deem themselves the representatives of what is civilised.

It is a central teaching of our traditions that the potential of death and that of initiation are one and the same thing. Hūm, the mantra of awakening the kundalinī, is also the mantra of Mrtyu (death). “The soul of man,” says Plutarch, “feels at the moment of death the same passion as those who are intiated into the Great Mysteries; and as word corresponds to word, so fact to fact: τελευτᾶν (to die) and τελεῖσθαι (to be perfected/initiated).” It is a moment of crisis for the individuality, which is either victorious and is reborn transformed in a transcendent state (initiation), or succumbs, broken in its rigid structure that it could not overcome (death). The adept has used for this initiation the same forces that in others produce death; and he is an adept because he was not afraid of it (not in the sense of ordinary “courage” but in a superior sense), because his consciousness was able to remain active in respect to it, and to unite itself with the power of death.

Personal: There is really no pride today in being human; most people are only proud of degenerating into mere animals. In their behaviour, in their standards, in their world-view, in the ideals they worship, in the image they have of themselves—it is all the same. Our age should be called the age of Des-Menschlichen-Dämmerung, if German may allow me to put it thus; it is the crepuscule of anything human and its active effacement.

[Around 1921-1922] I reached such a low point that I had planned to bring my very life to an end—I was about twenty-three at the time. I only avoided such an outcome […] thanks to something that I might almost describe as an enlightenment: my discovery of an early Buddhist text [= Root Sūtra]. The text consists of a speech in which the Buddha progressively reveals the forms of attachment which each ‘noble son’ on the path to Awakening must abandon. The Buddha begins with attachment to one’s body and feelings, and progresses to attachment to the elements, nature, gods, the All, and so on, climactically, until he reaches absolute transcendence. The last element in the Buddha’s sequence, which corresponds to the ultimate challenge, is the very idea of ‘extinction.’ The text says: He who takes extinction to be extinction and, having taken extinction to be extinction, thinks extinction, thinks of extinction, thinks “Mine is extinction”, and rejoices in extinction, such a person, I say, does not know extinction. These words struck me as a sudden ray of light. I then felt that my urge to leave and to dissolve myself was merely a bond, a form of ‘ignorance’ contrary to true freedom. At that moment, I believe, a change took place within me, and I acquired steadfastness capable of overcoming all crises.

Personal: The amount of times that you meet non-European people who know about Europe’s history and culture more than its sons and daughters is quite unbelievable sometimes. For instance, you would actually find students who study English Literature at some university while still ignorant of someone like Samuel Johnson. You ofttimes happen to find it difficult to believe this. Of course this is while the Right is never shutting up about ‘Saving the West,’ i.e., the same West of which the average person barely knows or remembers anything of substance and truth any longer.

«In a world controlled by fire And a world controlled by fire Psychotic preachers thrive They use the waves to bind us They use the screens to blind us I joined headless forces, they told us what to do We worked, we fought, we bled A cogwheel in the system, a ghost in the machine In my private thoughts only pain felt real I am a man With strong regrets I followed great deceivers Believed in headless leaders They played their game True sons of Cain But I was a hopeless dreamer With my head deep in the clouds More joined the fiery leaders And blood was shed in rivers Those without a mind had to pick our side With the use of fearsome methods One more empty frame ready for display On a gallery of headless portraits.» —If you know the band, then you know.

Personal: Everyone wants to be saved by something; the salvific desire has become so deeply rooted that everyone seeks something into which he fancies outsourcing his whole existence. As much as individualism is spoken of, most people from all kinds and colours are still as—if not worse so—collectivist as they have ever been throughout history. But today things are worse only because hypocrisy is more ingrained, and what is claimed is never actually done; the totality of reality is buried under lies and false ideals that change nothing substantial whatsoever. An age had come when thinkers wanted to believe in man, only to end up producing its most hideous and imbecilic version—thus cut off from everything that used to realise greatness for him.

A thing of the Middle Ages, a thing of barbarians—naturally—to fight for the “way of God” and for such aberrant “metaphysical” fantasies; a most holy thing, instead, to fight for a piece of land, for the pride of the “nation,” for the duty of the “citizen,” and for the cry of the “fatherland!” The earth has always had need of blood: and he who should measure the values of the other shore, beyond the fumes of rhetoric and of intoxications devoid of light, would perhaps find very little more in what modern battlefields produce today.

Civiltà Americana.

Civiltà Americana.

Every higher culture and every primordial ordering of the State was characterized by the synthesis of two powers: the temporal and the spiritual, the royal and the sacral. The sovereigns possessed a “solar” character; in them, power was spirit and spirit was power. Even in relation to the divine, they maintained the virile and commanding character of leaders and heroes. Upon this rests the pagan conception of the world and the State, which is the “solar” world of Tradition. Compared with it, Christianity reveals itself as a “lunar” form of spirituality. The lunar spirit is characterized by a paralyzing dualism, the absence of a creative synthesis, servility, and the degradation of man to a “creature” before a “creator,” as well as by the dominion of the priestly caste with its corresponding ethic of love, devotion, and humility. In the medieval conflict between Empire and Papacy there flared up the last important opposition between these two currents, each of which presented itself as a universalistic model for the organization of the Western world. The emperor represented the solar pole of the spirit, the Church the lunar pole, though neither did so in pure form. The principal cause of the bitterness of this opposition lay precisely in the fact that not only the Empire, but the Church as well, aspired to restore the original synthesis of the two powers. The Church had in fact betrayed the lunar premises proper to Christianity, and in this consisted its “Roman” character, its inheritance from pagan-imperial Rome. On the other side, the Empire had betrayed its solar mission by adapting its original, predominantly Nordic-Aryan tradition to the alien forms of Christianity… We should therefore call pagan a nationalism for which the universalistic and transcendent model offered by the Church is not too much, but too little, because what awaits it is a virile and royal ideal: the eagle, emblem of the Zoroastrian “celestial glory,” of the Olympian-numinous power of the Caesars, and of the Indo-Aryan “elixir of immortality.” This is its symbol, not the cross. The ethic of heroic action, not as the style of the “predatory blond beast” but as a warrior participation in the supernatural, is more congenial to it than the ethic of the cult of saints, renunciation, and humility. More than martyrdom, what suits it is glory in the classical sense, as a celestial gateway. To the ideal of a pseudo-communistic brotherhood of spirits equal before God, it prefers the ideal of a hierarchy in the domains of the spirit. Rejecting the submission of a sovereign worthy of the name to a priest, such a nationalism is prepared to act when, before the tribunal of History, a people, one worthy of and called to a supranational mission, decides to embody the ancient, sacred, and universal function of the “King of kings.” Such a nationalism would give life to an order more organic and dignified than Christian dualism could ever produce.

The Middle Ages can essentially be summed up as an abnormal development of the bourgeois element and its interests and activities, in relation to the higher elements of the medieval hierarchy: a development that has taken on the proportions of a veritable cancer. It is the bourgeois who has ridiculed the ideals of the old chivalric ethic. It was the bourgeoisie who, as the “new breed” despised by Dante, first gave the signal for anti-traditional revolt, usurping the right to bear arms, strengthening the centers of impure economic power, flying their own banners, and opposing imperial authority—with the communes—with an anarchic claim to autonomy. It was the bourgeoisie who, little by little, presented as natural what in other times would have seemed absurd heresy: the idea that the economy is our destiny, profit our goal, bargaining and trafficking the only forms of action; and then the idea that comfort, well-being, and welfare are the essence of civilization.

Worthy of the name of man—vir—is he who has his own standard within himself, who is active in the face of reality, refuses to submit to its violence, knows how to direct it or, when that becomes impossible, to block its path.

Another sidenote: Any serious man is supposed to know German. The Anglo-Saxon sphere is so dumb to only read in English. Don’t be illiterates.

Got these gems.

At a certain point, it is no longer blood, feelings, a homeland or a common destiny that will make you feel united with another. You can only feel united with those who are on the same path as you.

At a certain point, it is no longer blood, feelings, a homeland or a common destiny that will make you feel united with another. You can only feel united with those who are on the same path as you.

Imbeciles will read this and encapsulate it in “Women bad.”