First, I'd like to say that while every human may need a belief in the Divine, one doesn't nessecarily have to go with Judaic hand-me-downs to fill this void. White men had their own beliefs, their own ways, their own Holy Powers, for 40,000 years or so before Christianity
, much more suited to our inborn temperments, our race-soul, than any alien religion can be. Look at home before you seek among foreigners. Some Gods are White, which to me is all you need to know.
My Father is a devout Christian. I have lived my life immersed in good old fashioned Southern Baptist Christianity all my life, and you know, I LIKE most Christians that I know. But I am not one, I feel like if there was really some sort of supernatural power to it, I would have felt it. In fact in the philosophical realm, though not the interpersonal or pragmatic realm, I object to the religion vehemently, (all the while stoutly defending the rights of Christians against the NWO).
Perhaps it's the fact that when I speak to many Christians on issues like the fight for our race, they are either deaf to the matter or believe the world won't last long enough anyway.
But what if the White race becomes extinct, Western civilization falls into darkness, and the world DOESN'T end? What if Earth abides in savagery and barbarism till the sun goes nova, because too many put too much faith in a world beyond instead of the only world we can really see?
Reversing the proposition, what if it is 100% true? What if soon mankind fails? What if we prove fit to be nothing but pampered sheep grazing in our Creator's pasture for eternity, those of us who aren't being tormented for eternity for our putative sins anyway? What if all the things we could accomplish don't come to pass, what if no blue-eyed human with my DNA in him ever stands on a world circling a distant star? When I ponder the possibility of this "rapture", of this end, it doesn't fill me with joy...it fills me with despair.
Better that I had never been, that nothing had ever been, than to come to this end.
Earlier this month was the Day of Remembrance for Radbod of Frisia. Radbod was a King who was looking to convert his lands to Christianity. But when the priest told him that he would not see his noble ancestors, that they were burning in hell, he ejected them from his lands, saying he would rather live in Hell with his warrior ancestors than in Heaven with priests and monks. It's a sentiment I can understand full well.
They destroyed the Radbods of that time of course, all who defied the "New World Order" that rose out of Rome, with coercion economic and physical, tortures and brutalities that would be smiled upon by our modern totalitarians, they destroyed them. Am I to forget these facts of history, or to forgive them, even though they stand as fresh in my mind as any murder done by the ******* on the street today?
And what if, as I say, the Book is 100% true? Sigurd, Beow, Herman, Cu Chulain, Perseus, etc, do all these men who personified greatness as we Euro-Folk know it, do they burn in Hell? Am to believe a scabrous pack of desert Yids really is the "Chosen" and the great Sons of the North are chaff, as the Book says, and forgive this insult?
In the end, for me, it does not matter if the Book is true or not, I am an enemy of Yaweh whether he exists or is a figment. To defy a tyrannical diety might be the height of futility, but that's what we Eurofolk do, from Thermopylae to the Alamo and beyond. To do less would be to shame 40,000 years of Aryans.