All about us exists what can be described simply as ugly. From the dysgenic freaks roaming about, the soulless architecture of modern cities, the alienation of vast swathes of the population from nature in favor of concrete and steel. All of this encompasses the death of beauty itself, and not by mere accident.
Without love for something it is difficult to defend anything, and in the absence of love, hate turns to apathy and a nihilistic spiraling resulting in your own participation in beauty's death. Our enemies understand this and have leveraged this to create a cycle in which all that is beautiful and wondrous is replaced by what is disgusting and profane to the point that people forget what beauty even was.
For this reason I say we are guided by love, love of our families, love of the natural world and all its mystery, love for the lofty and transcendent idea that one day our people may rise from the filth and the muck and achieve a true greatness.
But we are fueled by
hate,
hate for the forces of dissolution,
hate for the spiritual and racial enemies our forebears fought and died to hold at bay,
hate for the death of beauty.
Now there exist those who, even in the presence of the sprawling metropolises of modernity, yearn for something beautiful, something to be proud of and worth defending. Their starting point is adoration for the higher and they progress along more or less two paths.
One of nihilism and despair, or one of anger and hate. It is only the latter which will bear fruit, for when anger is absorbed by a physically and mentally sound man, when it is fostered instead of shunned as some mental aberration as modernity would like you to believe, it does not become impotent rage or the manifestation of petty insecurity, it has a higher potential and will become something far more powerful.
Hate becomes the driving force which can animate a man to transcendent action, wether that action take the form of direct confrontation, removal of oneself from a metropolis into a rural area, or gaining independence financially or otherwise from the system which is designed specifically to destroy us.
Beauty has not faded from the world, but it is quickly doing so. Yet there is still a chance, a sliver of hope, and it exists in the hatred we feel and the love which reinforces it.
"It is an honor that we should live in such times, that the existence of our people rests upon our shoulders is the most supreme of gifts. Times like these are what birth heroes. The moment you feel any fear or doubt strike it from your heart. Understand that if it is not us it will be no one. Embrace the chaos and from its ashes a new world shall arise, beautiful and pure. To victory White Man!"https://t.me/oakwoodsgrove