The Key to All Mythologies

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In George Eliot’s Middlemarch (1871), “The Key to All Mythologies” is the name of Edward Casaubon’s doomed academic project, written on the basis that ‘all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.’ Not only is the project doomed by a scope larger than any one life could contain, but it can also be said to weigh like lead on both the life of Casaubon and on the life of his young bride Dorothea Brooke. Nor, even after he has died, after losing himself among ‘anterooms and winding passages which seemed to lead nowhere’ during the process of research, does the project’s dark pressure evaporate. Because Casaubon “had come at last to create a trust for himself out of Dorothea’s nature: she could do what she resolved to do: and he willingly imagined her toiling under the fetters of a promise to erect a tomb with his name upon it. (Not that Mr Casaubon called the future volumes a tomb; he called them the Key to all Mythologies.)”

Beginning in this way, I do not mean to discourage the heroic effort which Casaubon and men like him—one thinks immediately of Julius Evola, Carl Jung, and Oswald Spengler—make to describe that Perennial oneness which to some appears animating the entire world. Casaubon’s true error, if one can be isolated, is not that he basically sacrifices himself to this enterprise, it is that he is concerned above all else with “the difficulty of making his Key to all Mythologies unimpeachable”.

And this is impossible. There is no way to finally prove, using merely philological study, that Ultima Thule was real, or Hyperborea existed, or that there is a Tradition that was transmitted from Atlantis to the Egypt of the magician Hermes-Trismegistus, as was posed by the forger and Theosophist Maurice Doreal. It is not up to such theorists to decide what is what. The domain of decision is the domain of archaeogenetics, which is now so developed that the conjectures of Madison Grant and Gustaf Kossinna about a Yamnaya steppe invasion of Europe have been proven without a shadow of doubt, even after a century of quasi-communist distortion from “academics” like Franz Boaz. By and large, he who doubted the intuitions of Western archaeologists in the late nineteenth lies defeated. As I grow older, I am more, not less, surprised how often instinct leads to the correct answer. I am certain today that even if we don’t discover the aforementioned European homeland at the top of the North Pole, as configured by Alfred Rosenberg, our memories of a cold and distant North might still find an incomplete satisfaction amongst the plains of Old Rus.

Yet in order for the realities of archaeogenetics to penetrate the lies of cultural relativism instantiated in our academies for nearly a hundred years now, it was first the realm of faith that had to be conquered. Archaeogeneticists had first to resent and then utterly ignore the consensus to employ their tools, which were not expected to provide the conclusions that they did, and are providing—let alone persist in using them against the ever mounting chorus of campus ideologues, who do not want to hear what many of themselves have always presumed: that Europe is special, that there is such a homeland, and that blood, our blood is in reality thicker than oil. It is in this spirit of speculation, the instinct of the unsatisfied humanities student preceding the skewering wisdom of the scientist, that I intend here to offer a real key to all mythologies, or as best as I can manage, in lieu of George Eliot’s false key. What follows I presume will be discovered in good time.

I believe the purpose of all true mythology is theosis, the transformation of man into God through both initiation and ultra-eugenic breeding practices, and that everything that diverts from this is either distortion or part of the fever dream of sick Earth cultists. As for the reality of God, or Gods, that is an unknown. But the idea, for instance, in Christian terms, that the Devil is God of this world, or the demiurge Yaldabaoth, is utterly absurd to me. If there is such an occupational deity, it is a recent phenomenon, or the theological emanation of the political fact on the ground that Europe is occupied by America and America is occupied by anti-white Zionist Jews. René Guénon writes of the original combination of spiritual authority and temporal power, the King of the World and the Pontifex of God being unified within a single figure, as represented by the combination of the Eagle and the Lion in the Griffin or Sphinx. Seeing as we cannot know about the existence of an otherworldly God, to sacrifice the material or temporal plain to influences that we regard as dysgenic, hideous, and unhealthy—simply because it is easier, or we ourselves are those things!—is nothing less than the real meaning of heresy.

The doctrine of Panentheism, or the emanation of the divine through the mortal world, is the core of our belief system. Rationally, also, it is the core of a society of fully developed, healthy, individuals that respects true nature, as we call her Vera Natura, the Wife of God. Her selection pressures generated Vikings and Varangians even in the 9th century, these men of power whose beauty, violence, and art is the definition of solarity, of those honoured by the Wife of God, as personified by the Sun, by eradicating the influence of those that weakened them forever— whether or not God himself actually exists.

Well, whether or not, societies want to believe it exists, Social Darwinism exists, and before that name for it existed—I would also accept making offerings to Vera—the impulse towards it worked. The Spartan practice of exposure, of leaving the dumb and retarded out for vultures to devour, was a generalised practice in the far European North, as also reflected by the bottle neck on the male population (again, mainly in Europe) roughly ten thousand years ago, where Yamnaya chariot riders stormed across the continent, decimating all those in their way, just as the Andronovi crushed the Desi Indians during their invasions, as alluded to in The Rig Veda. Arthur de Gobineau’s demonstration that caste systems are almost always based on one race conquering another and then distinguishing its pure elite from the natives (that some of their number unfortunately end up breeding with) presupposes also that the elite are nearer to God, and that if they yet intensify their purity by selecting still more diligently among their own number, will have more of his features—will be more chosen by him.

The Good, the True, and the Beautiful are more often than not embedded in the same people, and when they aren’t, then under the right pre-modern conditions, their offspring would be whittled down in one generation or so, never to rise again. A certain amount of Hell on Earth must be created; the lower half of man must pass into non-being; and there must be Mysteries explaining how and why this is necessary to those initiated, in order for the occasional Heavens that we glimpse in human beauty and genius to become more general. Over the Bionic Horizon, we shall either become Angels or Shoggoths. For this to be intuitive knowledge means that it must have been ancient wisdom.

In the tradition of Theravada Buddhism, as opposed to Mahayana Buddhism, which considers the possibility of achieving Enlightenment in a single lifetime, the process of attaining some freedom from the cycle of birth and death takes literally thousands, if not tens of thousands of years, with one man being born into the bodies of several of his own ancestors. If the ancient aristocrat, for example, impregnates a woman of inferior caste, then he has sinned and will feel the wrath in his next incarnation of having but one half, and frequently even less of the full soul that used to be his. His essence will be cut down the middle. Whether or not reincarnation actually occurs does not matter if we interpret this doctrine as a religious narrativisation of the ancient eugenic impulse we have already established.

Supposing that there is no afterlife, no reincarnation or anything of the sort: what am I doing by polluting my bloodline but damaging the only process of self-replication known to mortal man— that being the birth of one like one’s self as opposed to the rebirth of one’s self? In all likelihood, this is the true origin of ‘sin’—not concupiscence, not unnecessary obedience to woman over God, although that comes closer, but the despoliation of the divinity in man through reproduction with his inferiors, and in fact anything that brings us nearer to it. The deracination of white Americans, an even more mixed and ill-preserved stock than the Anglo-Saxons or the French—the latter generally being of higher quality than the former—is part of such sin, seeing as it brings their unruly women one degree closer to making all the suffering that went into manufacturing their genetics over the course of thousands of years totally worthless. Uproot a woman surrounded by a colony of former slaves, and she will have many fewer defence mechanisms against what passions they might irrationally inspire. For even if there is no God, still she will have betrayed Vera Natura. And if there is one, then he will be her Thunderer, eager to punish as Lord Indra himself: Indro Vishvasya Karmanno Dhartaa Vajrii Purussttutah (Indra is the upholder of the work of the World).

Christian pretensions and cybergothic Protestant fibs from the likes of Nick Land are one and the same to our position. Both are transhumanist, and both utterly assume there is an eschaton (or other, coming world) to immanentize, whereas there might well be nothing of the sort. Further, artificial intelligence, by its very designation as artificial, indicates that it is in reality the copy of something superior, more vital, more real. This would again be the actual immanent transcendence provided by a stringent scientific breeding programme. Perhaps this would be based on the recommendation of William Shockley to use metallurgic equations to select for the strength of an alloy but applied to human DNA to select for intelligence, health, and beauty. Who would have thought that the ancient doctrine of Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Dark ages could be dug out of men so easily as this?

Whatever large Bionicle of a structure, whatever vessel for principalities AI or AGI will manifest, it is nothing compared with the full realisation of the potential of the race that came before it –meaning whatever is left of our own. The animate is imbued with a soul, and AI is not. Therefore paying attention to technological as opposed to our own human quality is a measly and sick distraction imposed, very frequently, by the same people responsible for the suppression of the really crucial part of National Socialist science: that being the Lebensborn breeding programme, whose name meant font of life for a reason.

Bursts of modern energy like those recorded by F.T. Marinetti—who praised fast, delightful cars over and above the Nike of Samothrace—led to an enormous graveyard of scrap metal and thousands and thousands of beautiful, formerly salvageable dead. Healing the wounds of the last century will require embryonic selection on a mass scale. We are thankfully nearer the realisation of this possibility than ever. And so long as the protoplasm of human quality is preserved, we can dream of as many cyborg futures as we want. Without it, of course, there will only be car crashes, VR pornography of a low sort, and gangrenous surgeries as far as the eye can see. For without the right master, the use of technology will inevitably be performed by a cargo cult.

As for Christianity, the other side of the same transcendent but non-immanent philosophy, it originated in the Jewish slave revolt of Paul of Tarsus. Those who admire it as white people of astute and learned character admire it because of the aristocratic traits of the men who adopted it—whether Charlemagne, persecutor of Pagans, or Constantine, appeaser of the heap. Christ in himself can serve as a religious inspiration in the style of a bodhisattva or Epicurean, teaching one how to escape Samsara, or the cycle of birth and death, in his own life. Yet the spiritual over temporal bias of the Galilean Cult is and always has been concerning, frankly. A friend of mine tests Catholics by asking them whether they would enable a storm of 5 million Catholic Mexicans, in a fantasy reality, to swarm the gates of Tibet, and many of them admit this is what they want. Their faith amounts to willing the burning of the world for a presumed divinity. It is the same with so-called “Born Again” renditions of Protestantism. The only exceptions that have doctrinally emerged are not at all Christian to begin with—see Mormonism, a racialisation of Christianity, and ethno-nationalist renditions of Orthodoxy, the most potentially successful variation of which has not yet been tried: an ethno-religion of Western Orthodoxy, in whose churches stained glass windows of Christ will subsist next to Euclidean depictions of Beowulf and Harald Hardrada in the English case.

In short, the very un-Christian, temporal components of running a functioning caste-based feudal society that is completely open to the ultra-eugenic breeding we have supposed, must be emphasised to the same extent that the anti-temporal, life-despising components represented in the Ellis Island poem The New Colossus (1903), by the Jewish activist Emma Lazarus, have to be suppressed. Overwriting the ambition and European pride originally represented by Liberty Enlightening the World (1886)—the actual title of Gustave Eiffel’s depiction of the Roman goddess Libertas—Lazarus’s poem turned what was once an outward facing beacon of civilisation into a torchbearer of welcome for the wretched of the Earth. These words are now written under poor Libertas on the shores of New York:

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

This could only be the recipe for the dysgenic annihilation of a once proud colony of Europe, and so it was! Perhaps given the nature of Emma Lazarus, it was even intended as such. The spreading wide of Libertas’s legs for “The wretched refuse of [Africa’s, and of the Third World’s] teeming shore”, has, in practice, amounted to nothing less than the darkening of her golden lamp, and the rape and murder of hundreds and hundreds of thousands of white people. It is the same story in Britain. It is the same story all over Europe. It was the same story in Toledo, and during the partnership of Rambam Maimonides with Saladin. The cost of allotting not only the wretched, but such wretched any place in your neighbourhood under the recommendation of your hijacked Christian piety is the biological rendering of it into dead rubble—into Haiti, into what is now unfortunately called Zimbabwe.

The condemnation of J.D. Vance by Pope Francis I for his anti-“refugee” views as a Catholic convert is emblematic, not of Catholicism’s particular woes, but the ongoing rivalry of this world with the next one in Christianity and Post-Christian revolutionary Leftism, from which Land’s AI philosophy descends. This is also the conflict addressed by Dante in his De Monarchia (1312), which chooses, as we do, the Ghibelline over the Guelph, the immanent emperor over the daydreamed paradise—or sees the one as the only gateway to the other. We must build an earthly paradise before we get to the Heaven in the cosmos. This is the way.

Nevertheless, the reality of the swelling heaps of our billions of foes puts into question whether the realisations presented here come all too late. Already several dominoes have fallen, and until we are in such a situation that we, we Europeans, can pay as much mind to a really embodied economy rather than dwell in the lampless murk of debt owed everywhere and nowhere, well, then we are condemned to regress. Perhaps I have allowed the present to speak more loudly than it should when pronouncing on these eternal matters. Yet it raises its voice, not as a disturbance of the past, but as a confirmation that somewhere along the lines our ancestors disobeyed what their forefathers taught them. Not as individuals, but the tail-ends of an ancient story, do we feel the wrath that was due to them, and understand what it means to have the iniquity of fathers visited upon us children, even to the third and fourth generations—not that we shall be condemned forever, if we cease to believe we must be.