A SILVER CIRCLE

Unbroken blades, among the ruins.

Once in times long past (basically, 2011 – 2018), there was a certain subculture of scholars, writers, and aristocrats of the soul that coalesced around the exploration of various wings of politics, philosophy, biology and social science that at that time had already been proscribed as off-limits in polite conversation, well out of the Overton window.

It was called Neoreaction, or NRx, and I do not exaggerate when I say it was one of the best things to happen if you were, let’s say, skeptical of the world order we live in today. This hellscape nexus of perverted capitalist market forces, unbridled hedonism, safetyism, extended adolescence, identity politics, metastasizing progressivism, and to top it off, global biomedical tyranny that cloaks itself under the moniker “Public Health and Safety".

If you are a frog, an RWBB fren, a WEF/UN dismisser, a seed oil disrespecter, a BAPist or just another fellow traveller fighting the New Babylon, you can trace the wayward genealogy of our sphere of ideas back to the efflorescence of counterculture that loosely called itself the Dissident Right.

The beating heart of this ecosystem would surely have been a website called Social Matter. Social Matter was highbrow, an attempt to collect the best that has been thought and said and written in the DR/NRx.

One of my weekly high points from 2015 to 2018 would be brewing a french press and reading their gargantuan This Week In Reaction posts. TWIR was better than an RSS feed because of the brilliant commentary guys like Ryan Landry appended to each linked article.

Nothing good lasts forever, and for reasons unknown Social Matter was shut down by 2019. With its closure an entire ecosystem of DR blogs scattered to the four winds. Shortly afterwards, insanely talented guys like Porter of Kakistocracy stopped writing.

No one else was ever able to connect the highbrow DR at the same level Social Matter did. Doubtless, archives of content exist here and there and I am aware that more than a few writers and podcasts are still in existence, fighting the good fight and churning out content, like flickering pillars of fire in a dark and lonely winter night.

Even now some of them are still active on Substack, and if any of you are reading this, know that you have my heartfelt gratitude for saving me from a lifetime of intellectual mediocrity, or worse – mental enslavement to the profoundly anti-life, anti-human ideology of Clown World.

Anyway I digress. I didn’t intend to mourn the passing of an age. Just working old ghosts through the system. Because the reality is, the spirit of DR, the elan vital of Neoreaction and Social Matter is not dead. It’s well and alive.

In 2023 what started as small embers has become a roaring, towering flame.

People come and go, but the Idea remains.

The oldest idea.

The grand idea.

The Idea of Tradition.

Tradition that refuses to conform to this decayed and disgusting age.

Tradition so rooted in the biology and essence of men that even though the world tries to bully, seduce, coerce or bludgeon us into accepting that there are five lights, that Eurasia has always been at war with Eastasia, that we will live in the pods, own nothing and be happy, we will not succumb.

Make no mistake, dear reader. You are living through a war now, a new and frightful generation of warfare where the weapons are not white phosphorus or hypervelocity rounds, and the battlefield is not contained by anything so simple as geography.

99% of people can’t or won’t even fight back because in the first place, they didn’t know they were under attack. They were the first casualties and I fear that many will be, in the final analysis, unsalvageable.

There is a war being fought across every surface, every smartphone, every TV, radio, laptop, billboard, cinema screen. In books, in magazines, on social media, in storefronts, in schools, in universities, in every child’s mind.

It is being fought with weapons including instruments of rhetoric, paralogic, and ideological subversion. Advertising. Social media. Education.

Weapons wrought with great cunning indeed.

These weapons slice and stab at you, rending flesh and degrading your humanity to a husk, even as the wielder speaks grandiloquently of fine things like peace, love, diversity, inclusion, equity…

Unity.

Their unity.

Not yours, not mine. Someone’s.

It is a war for the Soul of humanity.

There are people in this world who have lately enjoyed a taste of unlimited wealth and power, and they would sincerely like to live forever and hold on to that unearned privilege in perpetuity.

They don’t quite like that people are prosperous, healthy, radiant, and free to move around as they please. They would much rather see us live in 15-minute cities under constant biometric surveillance, eating food made out of soy and crushed insects, healthy enough to contribute economically, but just physically and mentally ill enough to never be a challenge to their social order. You get the gist of it. That’s who we are at war with.

Normies greatly oversimplify matters and point at sinister figures like Klaus Schwab, Tony Blair, the Zuccerborg, Rothchilds, Bill Gates, Larry Fink, or what have you. I confess… I am unconvinced that these are the true masterminds of this campaign, merely the instruments, the public faces.

And I remain unconvinced that they are as powerful or inevitable as some people say they are.

Our enemies think themselves strong but how powerful can they be if they have to resort to ham-fisted censorship, disinformation boards, and mass hate-mongering campaigns to cancel the defiant, the noncompliant at the first sign of resistance? Of questioning? Of a single man turning around and saying, with heart, “No thank you, fuck off”?

All they have is our fear.

All they have is our self-restraint.

All they have is our ignorance.

They fear the truth because the mere utterance of the Truth would instantly punch holes in their carefully crafted narrative like wet paper.

And if we deny them our ignorance, if we abandon our faux-restraint and clad ourselves in the armour of contempt, and pick up the swords of the mind and the swords of the spirit, they can not prevail.

No weapon formed against the righteous may prosper.

No scheme or plot by the deceiver will devour those who are mentally guarded and spiritually strong

I don’t expect you to know what I’m talking about.

All I have is my faith that some among you KNOW what I am referring to.

That there are still remnants of the world of Tradition out there; that there are those who have been called… those who hear on the wind a quiet voice that cries “Awaken!” and in the middle of the night when the stars stand still they sit up in bed and know that this world is broken.

But it can be made whole, it has always been an option.

It must be made whole.

And this is the Path.

The Path is chaos and pain, undeserved grace and unbearable light, constant warfare mixed with constant prayer and repose.

Peace is every step.

And the name of the Path is love.

Always love.

By Tommy Nease

I wandered in solitude a long time. Content to be alone with a rusty dagger.

There is no time like the present and there is no place like here. Social media platforms are hopeless now for anyone with a brain and an inclination for uncontaminated thought. Except Substack. This remains a bastion of free speech in a society that seems hell bent on being unfree. Even now the imperial censors circle the walls, trying to neuter this platform into irrelevance.

So now I will do what I can to bring to greater prominence writers and articles here that are worthy of special mention. For a limited time only, the Silver Circle Award will return.

The next couple of posts will be link posts to noteworthy articles from fellow travellers on the Path whose Substacks I highly recommend. Some are old faces, some are personal friends, and some are individuals I have not met yet, but hope to soon.

Unbroken blades, among the ruins.