Broeders ik zie een nieuwe zon opgaan die op de wereld een grootte rust en troost zal zijn
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For many years, I watched every MGTOW, black pill and incel theory video I could, I followed the most cynical and stone cold accounts on twitter dispensing the most bitter trvkes about the Situation between men and women. But it was no use. I believed in Love more than ever.
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WE DOEN HET ZELF WEL
Vanaf 3 september de eerste aflevering van onze vierdelige serie over Orania, een autonome Afrikaner-gemeenschap in Zuid-Afrika.
03.09.2026
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I truly believe that the optimal way forward is embracing a Dark Age Mindset. This means:
- Embracing Decline as Opportunity. When the foundations of familiar institutions are shaken, it's a signal to us to stop investing so much effort and dependence on those things, and create new alternatives that actually serve us as people and communities.
-Cultivating Resilient Character and Faith. The folks who did this before were not weak, fragile, or wishy-washy. Get hard.
-Preserve and Transmit Knowledge. If institutions that have historically been responsible for this (looking at you, media and schools) are failing, then it's another opportunity for us to step into decentralized roles as stewards of cultural patrimony, preserving literacy, classical texts, and traditions and educating our own children with this heritage to ensure continuity in a potentially post-literate or tech-degraded world.
-Pursuing Self-Sufficiency and Simplicity. "Ora et labora" was the motto that drove that age forward and upward. But they showed us that simplicity needn't be minimalist or ugly; some of the most durable and beautiful things ever made came from these times.
-Reject Dooming and Be Proactive. No despair. Instead, simplify your processes, improve your skills, and meet your challenges vigorously.
-Foster Creativity in Adversity. Necessity is the mother of invention. But the human person is not merely mechanical; we need beauty, music, good stories, living rituals, significance... Cultivate these things especially in the face of monopolized artificiality.
-Focus on Local and Subsidiarist Action. Subsidiarity is handling matters at the smallest, most local level possible; create "schools for service" (as Benedict did) that prioritize family, home culture, nature, and education over distant, failing institutions. The more responsibility you take up over all the spheres of your living experience, the more you step into sovereignty.
This is why I harp on the "Dark Ages" so much. We already have a template of how these kinds of civilizational declines/collapses go. This is a main theme of St. Augustine's "City of God". The times may indeed seem dark, but what our ancestors showed us is that they can be times of incredible creativity, valor, and building the foundations for a whole new order to rise out of the ashes.
The "Dark Ages" were the ones that gave us so many heroes, saints, and stories. This was the age of King Arthur, Charlemagne, Charles Martel, the Book of Kells, Beowulf, Theoderic the Great, St. Benedict, Alfred the Great, Mont St. Michel, Aachen, Rheims cathedral, Saumur castle, Montecassino Abbey, etc. The list goes on and on. The cities of the empire had decayed; Rome was a wasteland and Constantinople was a hive of corruption hemorrhaging influence and stability faster than they could hire mercenaries. It was the Irish in the rural monasteries who preserved classical texts, the Franks and Saxons in their hilltop castles and burgs that crafted laws and refashioned social orders, it was Visigothic knights who carved out footholds while Flemish and Baltic craftsmen created works of art. The collapse of a bloated, bureaucratic imperial structure is not the end of all things; it is an opportunity for people of faith, resilient character, and creative boldness to apply themselves to build something better.
Where we are now is not yet full-on civilizational collapse, but that's not such a far-off and improbable condition for us to imagine. So prepare accordingly. This can be a great time to be alive if you meet the challenges we face and will face in the future the way these people did. Dooming is not an option; figure out how to do what you need to do simpler and better. Educate your children so they're intimate with the tremendous patrimony that was built for them with such great effort and sacrifice. Just like the Irish scholars had to virtually preserve literacy in Greek and Latin in the West, we may find ourselves tasked with preserving literacy in English in a post-smartphone and post-AI world!
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Het antwoord op de hele "Nederlandschap discussie" van dit moment vindt je in de tweede regel van het eerste couplet van ons volkslied, en de eerste regel van ons volkslied tussen 1815 en 1932.
De hele discussie is niet te voeren als een intellectuele discussie, je praat gewoon langs elkaar heen.
Zo lang er nog te veel Nederlanders (echte Nederlanders) zijn die de eerste 2 regels van ons huidige en oude volsklied zien als kwaadaardig en niet relevant zien gaan we gewoon zo saai doormodderen met de discussie.
De enige manier om die sprong te maken is esthetisch, het is iets dat je voelt, dat je leeft, het bloed dat je door je aderen voelt vloeien, een verbintenis met het land en de voorouders - het gevoel dat het Nederlandszijn dat je gekregen hebt, en waar je sterk in geworteld bent, ergens naartoe beweegt.
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If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The word schizo is terrible. It's a satanic word. Hemingway said the Spirit of God is like a rainbow colored Marlin and you can catch it and bring it back for the people to look at, but as you're bringing this holy thing back, you and the idea tied to your boat will be attacked by sharks who want to eat it and keep you from having it and keep the people from getting it. The word schizo is a shark and it will make you embarrassed and sad and not want to bring the Marlin back to us even though you know it's holy beyond words (it being beyond words is important because you have to invent weird ways for us to understand what you know, weird metaphors and diagrams). So I know schizophrenia is a real condition and not just a meme, but never let someone call a spiritual gift a pathology instead. Bring us what you know and put it in a language we understand: Christianity. That's the infrastructure made specifically to bring us those things. Christ brought us the infrastructure. Hemingway died because he listened to the sharks and he felt alone. He felt like Judas and decided to kill himself in a field like Judas did. How do I know this? He said it using the Christian infrastructure and he buried it with symbols beneath his text old man and the Sea. Don't be like Hemingway and feel alone! Read the new testament over and over and over until it's a second language and then bring your Marlins to us we need the Marlins and we need you to bring us the Marlins. We haven't had any in so long.
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I painted Jesus from Revelations, returning on a stallion with a sword and illustrious crown, in my own style.
King of Kings. 🕊️
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In asking “why was it lost?” most people arrive at one of two positions:
1. The loss of the medieval worldview was a kind of fall - a descent into the “reign of quantity” and the loss of quality. (Traditionalist)
2. The scientia of the medievals was insufficient (particularly in predicting the movement of the planets), and the scientific revolution was a kind of progress. (Modernist)
Each of these positions is basically coherent within its own frame, so the “problem” of our age consists of reconciling the two positions, which will require repentance on the scale of Ezra + Nehemiah.
This collective “metanoia” might only occur when man has fully turned his mind on itself. The outcome will be Lewis’s “regenerate science” and Barfield’s “final participation,” or it will be the final subjection of man to nature, making him a beast rather than a man.
In the words of @PageauJonathan, “Matthieu thinks the structure of consciousness is the solution to the science vs religion problem.”
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When simulation becomes the norm, it weakens the human capacity for discernment. As a result, our social bonds close in upon themselves, forming self-referential circuits that no longer expose us to reality. We thus come to live within bubbles, impermeable to one another. Feeling threatened by anyone who is different, we grow unaccustomed to encounter and dialogue. In this way, polarization, conflict, fear and violence spread. What is at stake is not merely the risk of error, but a transformation in our very relationship with truth.
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The wind blows where it wills, & you can hear the sound it makes, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes;
so it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. (Jn 3:8)
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Goethe on Jesus
"I hold to faith in the divine love — which, so many years ago for a brief moment in a little corner of the earth, walked about as a man bearing the name of Jesus Christ — as the foundation on which alone my happiness rests."
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Everyone comes into this world a pure soul, but not everyone gets to leave it that way.
You probably have someone who, when you were young - you used to be very close with. You maybe thought that you'd be inseparable, and that you'd conquer the world together.
You've possibly made plans and promises with this person, and they've made promises to you as well - with the hopeful and innocent naivety of children, only for you to later discover that time and the myth of maturation, brutally and magically, somehow absolved everyone of those dreams and aspirations completely.
You can even meet this person today on the street somewhere and you'll exchange a few formal greetings or compliments and that'll be that - nothing more.
But the truth is, and you know this to be true, in your heart of hearts - is that the spark they once held is gone.
It's almost like they're not even the same person.
They look the same, speak the same, but they don't feel the same. Something about them has fundamentally changed.
Somewhere, somehow - they lost that special thing, that spark that made them who they were, that made them stand out and handed to them the ability to dare to live life on their own terms.
At some point, they gave up on dreaming.
And when a person stops dreaming - they stop creating, and when a person stops creating, they also stop being created themselves.
They cease to exist in their highest, most authentic form and continue existing ruled and dominated by the principalities of insecurity and fear.
They are no longer acting upon the world but rather reacting to it, they are being acted upon by the world - and so their immediate environment reshapes them and their essence completely.
All those plans, promises, ideas and aspirations seem so foolish now - they'll tell you - how silly were we to dream about this or that thing, right?
But dreams are foolish only to the minds of those who have stopped believing in miracles altogether.
Now they are akin to worker ants, their lives a series of monotonous, repetitive, underwhelming choices and inconsequential career promotions that culminate to a similarly underwhelming death.
This world belongs to the dreamers because this world too, in and of itself, is a dream.
And as you read this now, if faces, voices, or past memories come back to you - if you feel a gentle tinge of sadness scratching at your heart, then rejoice - because your spirit is intact.
Your inner child is still there - and you must never abandon it, even when everyone else has.
Imagine the miracle that is the unlikely meeting of two young lovers, the purity of their first kiss - how powerful a thing that is - the dream of their shared unity against all odds, against the brutal truth of our decaying world.
Only a dream could carry that love through the years and decades, through hardship, tribulation, loss, inexperience and grief - and all the rest of the horrors of life.
Only the innocence of a dream could ever hope to be powerful enough to stand against its terrible weight and emerge victorious in the face of reality itself.
The truest of miracles.
You may disregard your dreams therefore, and only for a while - but you may never abandon them.
