The profile has grown markedly over the last six months. So I'd better set a frame - so anyone reading along knows what can be found here.
Because I can feel it in the number of comments. The volume of notifications I have no chance of keeping up with. In the messages. In the faces I haven't seen before, the ones appearing from places I didn't know the texts reached. Some write with something resembling relief. Others write with anger. Some just read quietly along. Curious. Investigating. Some take notes. Some save because they know what's coming. Others because they want to learn. It's a lovely and strange motley assembly.
And it's growing.
And it will grow faster from here than before, and faster still in the year and years ahead.
It's not my doing. But after more than twenty years of investigating the Human, in myself, in what the West is built from, the West I love, I've reached a place where I know where I stand. What I came from. What I'm rooted in. What I must do. And where I'm headed.
Most of what I write can hardly be understood as an opinion I have.
It's a place I stand.
And here where I stand, I don't stand on myself. I stand in something I've been given.
An order woven from three sources - Athens, Rome and Jerusalem. Truth as something discovered, not invented. Law as something standing above the ruler. Man as bearer of an inviolable dignity.
It's not because that order has been perfect that it has carried Western civilisation for two thousand years. It's because it's held in a tension with itself. It's built to be corrected by the Living Truth it seeks. It's that living friction that has pulled us forward - as long as we've remembered to live within it.
And that's part of what has gone wrong in Western Europe these last fifty years.
We haven't just drifted away from the foundation. We've closed the tension. We've stopped letting ourselves be corrected by something greater than ourselves, and have instead begun deciding what truth is.
We decide it in the institutions. In legislation. In the very language we think with. We rename biology when it doesn't fit. We forbid the questions that disturb. We call it tolerance when we really mean obedience. We close science so it fits the business. Or the ideological climate spreadsheet.
It's no longer reality that corrects us. It's us correcting reality.
Or trying to.
Because you can't.
That's why the whole thing has pulled crooked and overcorrected. That's the reason for the unease many feel, but have trouble putting words to - or allowing themselves to believe in. It's not because we've fallen for something else. Something better. But because we - taught through influence from popular culture and mainstream fabrications - have lost faith that there exists something greater that can correct us - in Love.
So we stand in the Inversion of reality.
Up is down.
It can be hard to wake up in.
If that's you.
I know that.
It's f*cking uncomfortable.
But necessary.
Especially for your own sake.
And I'll explain along the way - if you decide to stay.
I now understand why the Western civilisational model worked. I'm coming to understand where and how we closed the tension. And I understand what that order is incompatible with, and why it neither should nor can compromise with itself to accommodate foreign gods or ideologies. That would be to close the tension completely once again, just in the other direction. And we know what happens if we do that. The preceding centuries tell that story rather emphatically. Let's not repeat them.
But I've also caught sight of what can keep that tension open. And what it requires of us. Each one of us.
And therefore I've taken the gloves off.
That means - and I'm writing this to you - that no matter how carefully, nuancedly and gently I write - how much I try to clarify - I will write things over the coming days, weeks, months and years that disturb, offend, unsettle, are difficult to understand, accept and recognise. Things that awaken.
I know I'm going to write things that hit feelings in EVERYONE reading along. Probably in you too. This is no longer a possibility I look forward to. It's a certainty I count on.
Because. What must be said now cannot be said without something stirring in the one who reads.
I have no problem with disagreement. Not even the strong kind. You're welcome to demonise, hate, try to take me down with all the tricks and methods you can think of. It doesn't touch me. Not because I'm invulnerable, but because I know where I stand - and I don't stand on myself.
My temperament doesn't naturally seek conflict. It seeks harmonisation. Integration. Surrender to Truth. Relation.
But what stands in the way of the way home, I must necessarily clash with.
I wish it could be otherwise, but that's how the structure of reality is.
And I'm coming with everything I have. All creative forces, all means, the full breadth of everything I've quietly built in 51 years. To strip away and name the massive amount of lies that have spread. To expose what it does to our thinking. And especially what it does to our heart.
How it spreads weakness where there should be strength. Ugliness where there should be beauty. Dissolution where there should be order. And how it opens the door for takeover of what our ancestors left us from all flanks.
My work is about defending, preserving and explaining what is good and beautiful and true. And letting the rest fall.
And remember. Everything I write is directed as much inward toward myself as outward. My errand is not to win a debate. My errand is a return. To a reality where we live oriented toward a Truth we discover together and harmonise with. Instead of believing we can invent it ourselves.
What I do is carried by deep Love for the Human.
And for the God-given Freedom and the Responsibility it is created - you are created - we are created - to bear.
❤️🔥🪽
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Addendum.
I know I look different from average for my age when you only look at the exterior. And I know what many read into that. That I must belong to a particular political tribe. That I've always looked like this. Neither fits.
My expression isn't inherited, and it isn't a signal. It's a result of the same inward journey.
At some point along the way I began decoding the patterns that - despite resistance in my hypercreative psyche and identity - actually led to high health as far into life as possible. Diet. Training. Rest. The patient optimisation of what carries a human over time. And every time I discovered a pattern that was true, I surrendered to it. Not because it fit my self-conception. Because it often didn't AT ALL. But because the body doesn't lie. It reveals in time what has been built, and what has been neglected.
It's the same movement all the way through that you find here.
Surrender to what shows itself true, even when it costs me something in my own imagination of who I was.
That goes for the body. That goes for thinking. That goes for faith.
Good weekend, friends ☀️
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And for you who've read all the way down here - we're switching language soon here to English. Because content, reach and form concern all Europeans. Now.
