The young affirmatively actioned Shire Council Officer who paid me a visit last month to inform me about ‘our water crisis’ certainly didn’t like being told that I was aware the Premier of our state Anna Bligh (no I’m not making this up) had mandated a water crisis for our state because of the drought. However, at my address I was choosing not to have a water crisis. (Seriously how can you have a water crisis with 80% humidity unless you choose to go along with the official water crisis?) Let’s just say our affirmatively actioned officer did not receive this information well. When I was forced to explain to him that it was relatively easy to convert air to water using a solar battery, he became furious.

Sigh.

I have been reading Spirit Water Blood for awhile now. And from the tme I started reading this and associated websites and links – I was ‘stoked’ as we would say here in the (planetary) South. Not Old Dixie maybe – but the South anyway.

And good websites need lively message boards to develop the content of the main posts – whether the fur flies, so to speak, or new material comes in. This is what people like.

I am very lucky that some free time has opened up to me to spend some more time on the web.

And yes, I’ll tell you what childrean are learning over here: Political Correctness, Global Warming, White Guilt/Gelt and the Politics of Sorry and Lifestyle Edu-j_w-cation.

Right now the latter is ballistic.

NO08 has taken to the airwaves, all channels and broadband 24/7 and school current affairs. The Gay Pride Apparatus is not going to take the Ca Supreme Court decision bending over if I may say so.

No way. Jag and Tre are going to hit the talk show circuit. Their 2.5 factory kids are going to complain to the Political Correctness Officers at the school that the satanic, evil state of Ca doesn’t think they come from a ‘normal’ family. They are going to cry on tv, they are going to do a video for YouTube about their problem. Whatever the school does, I give it a month before the blowback will arrive on scene carrying briefcases. The family satyr will be so stressed it(?) will forget about the box in the laundry and poop on the carpet.

I’m thinking that Winston and James would love to interview you on the radio and talk some history.

One can only agree, the whites have spent entirely too much time in the classroom being dumbed down. There are, however, remedies for them, unlike for those who are spearheading the advance of the Gay Agenda for their own (covert) objectives.

And this brings me to the meat and potatoes of “His Mercies Are Not Spent”.

This is Lawrence’s idea that Moby Dick is “the deepest blood being of the white race” , an allegory of “our deepest blood nature.” (The books of D.H. Lawrence are on the Index because they pollute the soul; I have not read his works and I can’t say I regret this). Lawrence was a Modernist. His statement does not convince me that he knew the storied web of the ancient matter, certainly not well enough to make a statement about the “deepest blood nature” of the white race. And I don’t think that he knew enough of the Holy Bible to read Melville correctly.

The Caucasians are mariners, yes; but above all the Caucasian nations are a people of the horse. And so they migrated West and North out of the Great Plains and steppes of the Caucasus. As pagans, they sacrificed the goddess of the white mare, Epona, to the cauldron of the gods. When Ossin of the Fianna returned to Eire from Tir na Og (the Land of Eternal youth beneath the wave), he rode the white horse. The image is chalked on the green hills of Mercia in England (the White Horse of Uffington). The wind horse banners of the ancient cavalries of the Franks, the Britons, the Gaels are preserved in the museums. Invariably they depict the White Horse. Inns, pubs, great halls, bierhalles named for the White Horse are all over N.W Europe .

The storied web of ancient matter (the story and song of the white nations) was not extinguished when the Evangel was announced to Europe. When those nations converted as nations (an event unique in history), they brought their ancient matter with them into the faith.

What are we to make of this event except that the storied web of this race and no other, this ancient pagan matter was a fertile, cultural ground and native soil (Matt 13:18) so rich, that upon it, the Evangel could yield the fruit not only of conversions among individuals and tribes, but among nations.

And when the golden thread of the Evangel began to be woven into that web, a new story, a new song began. That golden thread did efface and weave over much of the ancient stuff. But the golden thread also took up and highlighted other features, so that myth became history and infused prophecy and destiny into contemporary events as they unfolded. It is in these realms that one must look for matter that relates to “our deepest blood nature.”

Central to this is the White Horse. It is virtually the insignia of the white race both west and east, the Christopher, the Christ Bearing race.

Passing from the myth of Tir na Og into history, I can not think of one depiction of decisive victory against all military odds and logistics in the affairs of the Christendom that lacks the White Horse – the victories that were signal deliverances for the Christendom and were blessed with a pax of centuries. In the Karlamagnus Saga of the Norse, the Chansons de Gest – Charlemagne rode a a Lippizaner. Charles Martel at Tours in the Reconquista – a Lippizaner; Jan Sobieski at the defeat of the Turkish forces at the gates of the Vienna – a Lippizaner – the white breed of the Central European steppe.

And in our own day in the cinemas of the global village packed with young white people “who have spent too much time in the classroom” but are too dumbed down to have ever read a book – they have encounted the White Horse in the correct context even though this is supposed to be ‘a fairy tale.” They might be ‘ni laodh ni littr’ – without song or letter – as they would say in the Highlands, but they know the soul of the race when they see it.

You had to be there for the screening of the Two Towers when the Hornburg falls to the Uruk forces of Saruman in the Peter Jackson film. At dawn the Eored of King Theoden rides from the Tower of the Burg over the Causeway to the Dike. You had to see the young people rising to their feet as the momentum of the scene builds, hear the ‘Forth Eoringas! and see the depiction of Theoden’s Eored sweep over the causeway. You had to see the wind horse banner break as the riding of the King comes through Helm’s Gate. And then the great shout, so spontaneous and wild a note from the young audience that would have deafened the roar of the Cauldron in a State of Origin rugby match.

Not all who sat in those theatres packed to standing room only were young, dumbed down whites. On one of those screenings, the legals and strategists of the Common Law Associations were also in the cinema. These were the people who carried the burden and responsibility of mapping out the fightback for entire communities whose access to their own roads had been blockaded by the private tolling companies. All at issue were the ancient and sacred Common Law right to the highways and the byeways of the white nations – of which (in its founding) Australia is one.

Later I would listen to some of those accounts. “Everything has been at a stalemate for weeks. What if this. What if that. But when that scene came on and the young people saw that standard, no one would believe the shout that went up. That was when I knew. We could take them. I knew it.” And within weeks, the first motorcades and bike rallies took to the prepaid toll lanes on the ringroads. Many cars displaying the Australian flag, but when the motorists saw the cars and bikes displaying with White Horse banner, you saw oncoming traffic pull over, you saw vehicles do U turns on the main roads and fall in behind the lead cars. They followed those cars through the ‘no pay’ drive through of the pre-paid toll lanes and ring-roads of the blockaded communities. To conflate many rallies: young people went through the tolling lanes on bikes and skate boards. Malcolm went through on his motorcycle at least a dozen times and made the front page of the papers. Rolling class actions against the tolling companies began over the fines. Called up a friend who I knew had a white horse, ‘how about riding through’? I wanted to know. She came with some members of her kids’ pony club. It was great. They jumped the horses over the boom gate and because a rider has much more range of movement than a motorist, one of the riders was able to paste a “tolls are for trolls’ sticker in the eye of the camera that photographs the license plates.

It wasn’t exactly Jan Sobieski at the Gates of Vienna, but it was great fun. I still have all my fine notices unpaid and overdue still proudly displayed on my kitchen wall. Everytime I have to sit down write a lawyer letter to some troll at the tolling company about it, I always be sure to include a good ‘white horse’ quote from a favourite source.

This is a fairy tale. But it became a true fairy tale. It is true because it is true to the Christ Bearing race, true to the insignia of its soul and its mythos and last ends. Above all it is true because, “the heaven opened, and behold a white horse: and he that sat upon him was called faithful and true and with justice doth he judge and fight.” Apoc 19:11.

This just in from the State of California where, the Supreme Court has upheld a resolution banning same sex marriage. A word like ‘natural family’ might still be hate speech in the 9th circuit invoking federal jurisdiction, but the Californicated stormed the polls in the fall 08 referendum and gave ‘gay marriage’ the resounding thumbs down.

Although none of the mainstream media dared to take the name of the J_W in vain and remark on how the gay pride movement is actually financed and organized, lets just say that the entire apparatus together with its activists, its street vangard and the loud, the proud and the out there with the heterosexual hate speech took council together and decided to do an end run around the 08 referendum with their Supreme Court challenge; but the Supreme Court nixed both gay marriage and the end run strategy in one decision.

Hasta la Vista (for now) – Baby.

“VELAND — The man killed early this morning by an off-duty Cleveland police officer during a suspected carjacking in the— 7700 block of Kinsman Road — was identified by the coroner’s office as Cory Dix.”

We are everywhere! LOL

What is astounding about DH anyway, is that his views of the white race were in no way tossed aside, even if DH was a sodomite-

“While writing Women in Love in Cornwall during 1916-17, Lawrence developed a strong and possibly romantic relationship with a Cornish farmer named William Henry Hocking.[6] Although it is not absolutely clear if their relationship was sexual, Frieda Weekley said she believed it was. Lawrence’s fascination with themes of homosexuality could also be related to his own sexual orientation. This theme is also overtly manifested in Women in Love. Indeed, in a letter written during 1913, he writes, “I should like to know why nearly every man that approaches greatness tends to homosexuality, whether he admits it or not…”[7] He is also quoted as saying, “I believe the nearest I’ve come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.”[8]” (From wikipedia article URL above)

Which shows the normal among us that, even in this era of ‘y’all come’ sexuality, the utter indiscriminate mentality [like that of rutting dogs] of modern sodomites, is even more beast-like, than even ‘one of their own,’ who was an upper-class Brit of a century ago -

http://www.toqonline.com/2009/05/lawrence-typee-omoo/

DH, (at least) intellectually still preferred his own race, (and its’ preeminence) even in the midst of his abominable perversion, to merely copulating with that of a ‘man’ of a more ‘bestial sort.’ Which is what the modern SF queer is all about.

D. H. Lawrence was the author of ‘smutty books’
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence
and was the film subject of Ken Russel’s ‘Women in Love’
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women_in_Love_(film)
portrayed lasciviously by Oliver Reed
and produced by sodomite Larry Kramer – a Jew.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larry_Kramer

The only survivor of the wreck of the Pequod is ‘Ishmael’ – a wild ass of a man – an ass being a cross between a horse and a donkey, just as the Biblical Ishamael was of mixed race and the son of bondage.

To consider the being of the great, white whale Moby Dick, I think you have to look at the Psalms of the deeps and the Lord’s answer to Job out of the whirlwind (could be maelstrom) Job 40:6- not to difficult to associate this with the destruction of a ship of state.

“Thy judgements [O Lord] are like the great deep; man and beast Thou savest” Ps 36:6

Job (like Ahab) had an argument with the Lord: “Will you condemn me that you [Job] may be justified? (Job 40:8).

In his reply to this question, the Lord sets before Job his creature Leviathan, his mighty work of the deep, his work of power, terror, mystery and judgement. This is the chapter of Leviathan (Job 41). The rhetoric of this discourse is that if Job (or any man) is powerless before Leviathan as “king over all the sons of pride” (Job 41:34), then by extension of the analogy, how much more subject is Job to the Creator of Leviathan? And yet his Creator is one “who has made a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever” Job 41:4

The Leviathan state (of which the Pequod is an allegory) is a blasphemous mockery of Leviathan whom the Lord sets before Job as an example of his mighty works of judgement in the earth, his judgements in the deep.

In Melville’s tale, Ahab was a “son of pride”; he set forth in the Pequod as one “who went down to the sea in ships, [one] who traded across the deep waters”, these have seen, according to the Psalmist, “the works and the wondrous deeds of the Lord” – and his judgements in the deep. Ps 107:23,24

The men of King David’s Psalm cried out to the Lord in their distress (Ps 107:28,29), the Psalmist who cries out to the Lord “thy torrents and waves are swept over me”, and Job all receive counsel, help and deliverance from the God of the covenant. But Ahab is a challenger of the natural order and a destroyer of covenant; both he and his ship of state were wrecked by the Lord’s judgements “in the deep”.

In the wreck of the Pequod, Melville is drawing an exact parallel between the Federal Leviathan state and the Ahab’s destruction of Israel in idolatry. Today we see how foresighted he was, how well he knew the Psalms and the Wisdom of the Bible.

In our time, Melville is a ‘troubler’ of these United States.