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       I could tell he was annoyed. But trying to place a cover of decorum over it.
His eyes were dangerous.
I, for my part, carefully put my face to neutral (bordering on the inane), and merely raised my eyebrows questioningly. I can do a real good 'stupid-harmless' act. That, and dumb luck, has kept me out of Russian, Polish, DDR, Irish and English jails. So far. Admittedly, it's been super close a few times.
He cleared his throat, and let rip.
“Francis”. His gestures appeared to indicate an effort to maintain patience.
“I just can't believe that a man of your world traveling pedigree could write such…”
He pretended to be struggling for words. I pretended to help him. I filled in the blank:  
“…bullsh*t?”
He looked at me. Again, the eyes. He was annoyed. I looked as dufus-moronic as I thought appropriate. Like Father Moriarty once said. “When running guns, never over-do the act”.
He plunged in.
“What's with this spiritual stuff? It's a nonsense. A fabrication. You don't HAVE an invisible friend-in-the-sky. I don't have one. Nobody has one. The world would be SO much better off if we could put this superstition, and make-believe hocus-pocus to permanent rest once and for all.”
I said nothing. There's was more coming. Let 'em shoot first. Count their guns. Aim yours.
“I mean, listen to this. What you wrote.”
He tapped on his screen. And read my words, with a slight hint of the deliberate-pompous in his delivery.

“I believe. Very simply, that there is MUCH more going on around us, than we simple creatures even BEGIN to understand. We know little to nothing, I say”.

He paused, and looked at me, questioningly. The quote was clearly being advanced as 'Exhibit A' in my interrogation. I thought it would be tactful for me to smile guiltily.
He continued:
“How can you even write such drivel? Man has split the atom. He has landed men on the moon. He is developing gene-splicing techniques. We peer through space based telescopes at the furthest distances in the visible Universe. Einstein and others have explained the Universe in large part. Men can travel at speeds that would defy the understanding of the ancients. We are advancing on every frontier. And you are saying we know little to nothing?”
I nodded, quite happily. “Yes.”
He sat back in his chair, and sighed demonstratively. An obligatory head-shake. He wished to communicate that I was testing his patience. Almost as an after thought, he added:
“And WHAT has all this to do with the alleged crisis in Europe, pray?”
There. The floor was mine. My turn.

I reflected on my approach. Softly, as usual. I'm a scorpion, you see. I'm totally harmless, until. I'm in position.
“I accept the advances in Science and Technology, and I am an enthusiastic follower of same. Don't forget I flew helicopters and airplanes. I've always followed Elon Musk and the fortunes of Spacex & Tesla. But my sense is different…”
I put a slight emphasis on the simple word 'sense'. It was my way of referring to something greater than could be captured by mere words. The sum of Life's meditation and experiences, as it were.   
“One small example, by no means fundamental, but intriguing, is that Mathematics has shown the probability of the existence of ten or eleven dimensions. We know and live in only four of them. What else is going on around us? We don't know…”
He snorted. He was not impressed.I carried on:
“There is a huge amount of information available as to what happens at the cellular level. We know that Darwin and his colleagues saw the human cell as filled with a sort of living soup. They had no idea, simply no clue, as to the massively complicated cellular machinery, busily engaged in producing Order out of Chaos, against all the odds. For we know, mathematically and from observation, that Chaos always leads to more Chaos, not Order. If the hurricane blows through the scrap yard, even for millions of years, the probability of a flight ready Boeing Triple Seven spontaneously emerging, is non-existent. It's even more non-existent in terms of probability, that said Boeing triple Seven would take off on her own, perform a double vertical roll, a hammerhead at the top, and then gently land back in the same scrapyard. The sequential workings of a 'simple' human cell,as it turns out, are WAY more complex and sequence critical, than the assembly of a hum-drum, boring old Boeing Triple Seven.  Bill Gates has said words to the effect that nothing that Man has ever produced, comes anywhere close to the simply marvelous CODING in a 'simple' human cell…”
He interrupted.
“Why then are the majority of Scientists Atheists or Agnostic? Who believe in Evolution?”
I smiled. It was a favorite question. For me.
“Good question. I'm glad you asked. FAR greater minds than mine have suggested that it takes MORE 'religious' Faith to still believe unquestioningly in the Theory of Evolution, than it does to suspect an all powerful Creator. But Men are proud. They find it hard to accept their place in the scheme of things is reduced to squeaking from the back of the peanut gallery. They wish to drone on sonorously from Center Stage. Under the floodlights, and surrounded by admirers. They would much rather place their own presumed Intellect and claimed Understanding on a lofty pedestal, than admit to themselves that the never ending supply of Questions still totally outweigh the supply of Answers.”  
He shook his head.
“Francis… where are you going with this? And what on earth relevance can any of this have to what you say are the coming European Civil War(s)?”
“The relevance is fundamental. If we even remotely have to suspect the Presence of a Creator, then we might prudently ponder many issues that flow forth from that. Such as our relationship with that Creator. And, if there might just be a Creator, a Master of Light, the so-called Alpha and Omega, then ought we not also to allow for the lurking Presence of the often mentioned Demonic World? A dark world, that hates Man?  
His look betrayed his contempt.
“A devil? Horns and forked tail? A smell of sulphur, and gallons of Holy Water?”
“Maybe. I think it's the eyes that give him away, however.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had the experience, many years ago, of being in a very tense situation with a man who utterly hated me. If he could have, he would have killed me. And my feelings towards him were not terribly chivalrous either. We were staring at each other, momentarily rooted to the spot. And all of a sudden, what looked out at me, though his eyes, was not him. It was a Presence that was soundlessly laughing at me, whilst hating me with an Intensity I had never experienced before. That Presence was totally comfortable inside his body. His eyes went red. Blood red…”
“You imagined it.”
“Maybe. I never mentioned it to anybody, for years. Then I met up with a suicidal Afghanistan veteran. We talked for hours. He… had experienced the exact same thing.”
“So that was the devil.”
“I think it was a Demonic Presence, inside him. Very comfortable inside him.”
“What happened to that fellow?”
“He died a year later. In a knife fight in a bar in Mexico. Stabbed to Death.”
There was a pause. He shook himself.
“So…?”
“So from that experience, and others, and a Life lived often on the ragged edge, I am left with the strong suspicion that the Demonic World is both real, and that it hates us. That the Demonic World delights in Man dishonoring himself, and thus his Creator. Whether man dishonors his body, such as through perversions and pornography, or whether he dishonors his mind, through the endless pursuit of Mammon, is immaterial. The Demonic rejoices, when Man chooses ways that are not of God.”
“Meh. It's too off-the-wall.”
“Every man must walk that journey for himself. And choose from among the beckoning shadows. We have been gifted Free Will. I've made my choice. I am small. A minuscule speck. A pebble on the beach. A second in Eternity. A butterfly's wing beat. But I believe that, despite everything, I am deeply loved.”
“And Europe…?”
“Europe is under terminal attack. Europe will fight, or whimper, and die a pitiful, lingering death. What will replace it will be a whole new Dark Age. For the fight against this abomination to be successful, Europeans must learn, or rather re-learn, ancient Wisdom. Ancient values.”  
“Such as…?”
“Such as self sacrifice. When men -unwisely- see themselves at the center of the Universe, and their one life as all they will ever have, they fall quickly into the ways of Mammon. They seek pleasure, material comfort, and security only for themselves and their immediate loved ones. They seek fame, notoriety, recognition and reward. To give their lives freely for their culture or their country, appears to them to be foolishness.
“You want people to get themselves killed for their country?”
“I want people to give their everything in the coming fight. I want them to live, but be willing to die, if Fate so demands. In the knowledge that Life is but a short sojourn. A room, in which we spend some Time. Then, the door opens, and we move on, further and deeper, into the Good King's Castle.”
“I don't think many people will buy your vision, Francis.”
“I'm not selling anything. And I suspect you're mistaken. I think many of the best and the brightest people in Europe, are busy waking up. They see what's coming. They're no fools. They know their culture HAS to re-discover the Ancient Roots once more, or perish. They know the spirits of their Ancestors are stirring. The know the future of their ancestral homelands is on the line. Many are young, passionate, and see the moral weakness of the generation that has gone before. They sense the Demonic, and its willing agents, bearing down on Europe. They SEE the epic lies in the Talmudic Media”.
He was thinking. Eventually:
“Well, it's not my fight. I'll watch. I'm interested as to how it goes.”

I smiled.
“Not yet it isn't”, I said.

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I'm going to introduce 'Christopher'. He is a writer's imaginary prop. Not real. His characteristics? Very real. Based on a hundred conversations, and a thousand instances of me-biting-my-lip.(and a few memorable occasions when I didn't).

Christopher, I can assure you…
*** is totally 'saved'. He has told me that, frequently, and he has (very generously) let me know he is praying for me. For my salvation. Because, he quietly tells me, he knows for sure, my heavenly future (I whisper this) is hanging in the balance. I have issues, he says, understanding 'the blood on the cross.'

Christopher…
*** is a Born-again Christian. Or a Catholic. A Protestant. Christopher is saved, going to heaven, no doubt, guaranteed.
*** knows the Bible. Boy, does he ever know it. Inside-out. Upside-down. In triplicate, exponentially, and in cursive. Christopher knows every verse.
*** loves Israel. He has been to the Holy Land several times. The Bible tells him he must support God's chosen people. The Jews are God's chosen people. So he is an ardent Zionist. Israel is America's greatest ally. Jews are good people. The best.
*** never doubts the Holocaust happened. He has (of course) personally been to Auschwitz. Six million Jews WERE gassed. Hitler was evil. The closest thing to the Devil incarnate on this poor planet. His church sponsors Holocaust survivors to come on a speaking tour, every year. With their tattoos, and their sad, crumpled, faded photos of their lost families. (“Terrible, Francis, terrible”)
*** loves his neighbor, as he loves himself. Just like God commands.
*** so he is very active in his Church welcoming refugees. They collect clothes, money, and lobby for more immigrant-refugees, and greater support for these poor unfortunate people.
*** his proudest moment was being photographed handing over a sizable check to a Jewish NGO maritime rescue sponsor. To support their noble work, rescuing desperate and drowning refugees in the Mediterranean.

A fine fellow, Christopher. Clean cut, short hair. Ironed shirt & pressed trousers. Never swears, or drinks, or smokes. Is getting married soon. Wishes to start a family. Christopher is a model of Christian charity.

Enter… this wretch. Moi. The one he is praying for. When I was a child, if I didn't like you, I'd flatten your bicycle tires. Or poke a stick through your spokes as you rode by.
As an immature adult, the instinct has stayed with me. I ask questions.
Do that, you discover things.

Christopher, I discovered, believes the End Times are here. Right now. He is waiting for the Rapture. To be swept up to heaven. I also discovered that his knowledge of current affairs (not to mention History) is rudimentary at best. I mentioned the Christchurch shooter. He looked baffled. I told him that a mass shooting had happened at a New Zealand mosque.
“Oh”, was about all he said. (shrug shoulders)

Christopher, I discovered, lives in a nice, pretty homogeneous, overwhelmingly White area.

Christopher is not very patient with Holocaust revisionists. Such as me. I expressed doubts. He looked at me. I sensed pity. A certain amount of irritation as well. Quickly covered up, of course, because, after all, Christopher loves his neighbor. Even sinners, like me. Who don't understand the 'blood on the cross.'  Adopting a tone you would reserve for a dense and petulant child, he quietly explains to me that he HAS BEEN to Auschwitz. He has SEEN the gas chambers. And he KNOWS.
(And I obviously don't).
I wonder if I will be re-arranged higher (or lower) on his dutiful prayers' list.

*    *    *    *    *

It is evening, and I am alone, quietly pondering my feelings about my Fellow Man, the Universe, and… God? I do that a lot. Just kind of musing to myself.

Firstly, I just 'wonder' a lot. Meaning, I do NOT know all the answers. I think of Christopher. He's very relaxed. He's got it ALL figured out. I have not.
Not even remotely.
I've never thought of myself as writer. More of a scribbler. Just doodling words, trying to figure stuff out. For myself. Because, unlike Christopher, I'm restless & dissatisfied.
Many scribbles were never finished. Or were they? They often ended on a puzzled, wondering note. Was that the point? Like these:  (click on any link)
“Starry, starry night”
“The ugly little turtle”
“The Master's return”
“The Road of Light”
or even the poems,
“Caution – small man rhyming”
How do you even begin to think… you've got it all figured out? We know nothing.
Yet Christopher, at the drop of a hat, will quietly explain to you the way it all works.

I think I dislike Christopher. In fact, after a beer, ceremoniously kicking him in the n*ts seems like a swell idea. Maybe I could hide some utterly ghastly bestiality-porno magazines somewhere in his car, where his fiancee would find 'em?

And that's the problem: he annoys the steaming ur*ne out of me. I know full and well that he (and his like) is/are NAIVELY enabling & promoting the RAPE of Europe. And America isn't far behind. I know he is totally suckered in by every damn historical lie that the Talmudic Mafia has ever systematically foisted upon sucker Goyim. He will NEVER defend ANYTHING by force of arms. He will live his life in his privileged, overwhelmingly White, homogeneous neighborhood, and believe that HIS GOD (who he carries around in a matchbox, in his hip pocket) is totally on HIS SIDE, and HE, Christopher, is SAVED and good, and I, the gun toting, foaming-at-the-rabid-mouth maniac, am a troubled child.

(“F**k. Bestiality magazines it is, donkeys & dogs doing it with Lesbians. Your fiancee is going to have a FIT, mister”)

I am a Christian. I believe. It wasn't always so. It's been a long, bumpy, and occasionally, violent road. But so often, I still prefer the company of honest Atheists & curious Agnostics, sincere Pagans & quirky Vikings, to these…

plastic, cardboard, soulless cut-outs masquerading as flesh-and-BLOOD++++

For Pity's SAKE, get some PASSION GOING. Nothing wrong with reading the Bible, but how about some HISTORY, some REVISIONISM, some knuckle dusters, home built guns, and urban sniper tactics?

Can we get MAD for once? Even, RAGING MAD?  Can we hear less about the Second Coming, Jonah-in-the Whale, Job-scratching-his-boils, and turn-the-other-cheek?  
How about the individual steps that make up the Force Continuum? All the way up to:

“DO AS I SAY OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!”

(I confess, my favorite line, at night, over the public address, from the orbiting helicopter)

When is all this Jesus-meek-and-mild, ooh-la-la, Praise-the-Lord nothing but a sophisticated EXCUSE for inaction? For cowardice? For head-in-the-sand (“Look, the rapture!”) dealing with screaming crisis? Living SHALLOW, when we need a head-down charge?

Get a GRIP. Europe is under SIEGE as never before.

Stand up, good people. Call it.

It's WAR.

Will real Christians fight, if they have to? Tooth and nail, bullets & bombs? To protect life and liberty, culture and our ancestral homelands? From invaders who hate us, and wish us dead? Who lust after our women and children, and who live off our labor? That they regard as their rightful DUES? Never contributing? Breeding like demented bunnies? Openly announcing our deaths and replacement? Just watch.

Will we fight? Mister…

“Damn and RIGHT we will…”

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Even as I write the audacious (“Come all ye faithful, and FIGHT me”) in-your-face title, a voice in my head is barking furiously.
“There you go again! Irishmen rush in, where angels won't be seen DEAD. Go on, bite off more than you can EVER hope to chew. Light a fire. Get shot at. When-in-HELL-will-YOU-ever-learn-Discretion?”
But… another voice is there, too. My laid-back, dry, 'aw, fukkit, anyway' voice. The one that gets me into trouble. Re-li-a-bly. Every-stupid-time.

I believe. Very simply, that there is MUCH more going on around us, than we simple creatures even BEGIN to understand. We know little to nothing, I say. Steady on with the puffed up pride, men. We are the fat & lazy valley mud worms, gazing up, pondering a leisurely weekend 'picnic break' on the top of Mount Everest. We are the blazing matchstick, telling the super massive GIANT star 'Betelgeuse' to kindly bog off.
“Thank you, little star, but We have plenty of MY light,” intones the matchstick proudly.
(sigh)

There is HELL coming to Europe. Mini Hell is already strutting his stuff, proudly, (and poorly opposed), but Big Demon Daddy is just itching to make his grand entry soon enough. If you want to convince me everything is going to work itself out just fine, with the ballot box, goodwill and common sense, then save your breath. I'm not even listening anymore.
I predict (PREDICT) that the INVASION will inevitably be opposed by armed paramilitary Nationalist groupings. That's because EU Governments have gone full-on Quisling, and the EU Putrid Oligarchy has gone full-on, totalitarian-communist. The 'will of the people' is not just being ignored. It is been mocked. Made a caricature of. The Puffed Up Gaggle-at-the-top (I refuse to dishonor the term 'elite') cannot make it more clear:

“WE DON'T CARE WHAT THE EUROPEAN VULGAR PLEBS WANT. YOU CAN VOTE 'BREXIT' UNTIL THE LAST GOAT GETS NERVOUS, BUT WHAT-WE-WANT, WE ARE USED-TO-GETTING.”

And what's the biggest obstacle to challenging these traitors head-on?

Patriot Dis-unity.   

Endless infighting. A house divided against itself, cannot stand. There is a tremendous consensus that the Mass Invasion of military age men (often experienced rapist-killers) is BAD. It was never VOTED on. It was INFLICTED. IMPOSED. HANDED DOWN FROM ABOVE. Between all the murderous 'blessings of Multiculturalism', you would THINK a united front would be opposing that. Nope.
Despite:
skyrocketing property crime, assaults, mugging, vicious rape, pressure on housing, pressure on Benefits funding, pressure on Pension funding, pressure on Health Care…
the Putrid Oligarchy will not budge.
Despite:
Muslim Hate Preachers and Radicals OPENLY advocating for an Islamic Caliphate, and OPENLY burning your country's FLAG, you, dear Citizen, still sputter & fizz & grumble, but, in effect, you tolerate same. Islam is above the Law. Or certainly acts that way.
Despite:
The Talmudic Mafia, the (not even behind-the-scenes) movers & shakers, funders & enablers of the Mass Invasion, still maintain overwhelming ownership of Europe's choke points. Central Banking, the Media & Film Industry, a retinue of bought-and-paid for, soul dead, political puppets… yet, in too many countries, just utter ONE syllable, against them, their absurd Holohoax blackmail & extortion scheme, or their sacred Lies, and it's hey-ho, off to the Pokey YOU go. They are allowed to and able to, maintain, not just their outrageous lies, but  their standing. That's a puzzle to me.

I predict, (PREDICT), based on the lessons of History:

1) that the emergence of paramilitary organisations in Europe is already happening, and will only accelerate. We have already talked about this at great length in this group, CECW.

but, now another aspect..

2) I predict that a crucial spiritual struggle will also massively intensify.

What do you think of THIS post I saw?
Judge Dread@judgedread said:

“Christianity is diverting 99% of right wing energy into an enemy system.
To the degree your presence in church generates a wholesome facade you contribute to the problem, providing cover for the denominations refugee settlement and third world aid work”.

What do you think of my reply?

@judgedread

Christianity does NOT mean Jesus-meek-and-mild.
It's often interpreted that way, and a route towards spiritual comfort, and smug sit-back complacency, but REAL Christians -I submit- WILL FIGHT.

A huge subject, but an important one.
Note that I have SOME considerable sympathy with his post. I think I know where he's going with it.

We should talk about this subject.

I know. Shudders. Difficult, yes. But let me try.

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on September 20, 2019, 4:36 pm

Please see GAB Group:  “The Coming European Civil War(s)“

On Parasitic Marxism
The ALOOF problem
JOT This Down #3  ('Adolf Hitler, I owe you an apology')
JOT This Down #2  ('Kalergi Waltz')  
JOT This Down #1  ('Brontosaurus')
The Spiritual struggle in Europe today  Pt.3
The Spiritual Struggle in Europe today Pt.2
The Spiritual struggle in Europe today  Pt.1

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on November 16, 2019, 9:15 am