A Way Of Life
There are those of us Dreccians who understand that the fundamental difference between our Kind and the Mundanes is the way of life. The way of life of Homo Hubris is one of segregation and conditioned “individualism.” By the word “individualism” I don’t mean the psychological state of being an individuated person. I mean to denote the person having been separated physically and psychologically from every other person as an individualistic unit who has no one to rely on but itself. Such a state of existence for a naturally social organism as we Humans are, not only causes stress and psychosis but it makes such segregated units easy prey for corporations and the State.
It is the same conditioned state of individualist segregation that gives a street gang power over a certain neighborhood or territory. The local residents of such neighborhood – although many in number – have not only been brainwashed into being individualized units, but they have also been conditioned – or trained – to look to some police to protect them like the hapless people they have been trained to be. Such individualize units do not have the ability to collect themselves into any kind of organized social order of mutual aid and mutual dependence.
It is this same conditioned affect that gives the State, Corporations, – the Magian and the 10 Percenters – power over an entire population of people. We have but to compare the so called developed Nation-States of Homo Hubris, with those Nation-States that are considered “developing” to see the difference.
It’s only in countries such as America, Europe, Japan and such in which most of the human population has been divided into individualized units [re: Citizens] that the countries’ government and its commercial interests wields so much control and power; which is translated as political and economic “stability.” If you’ve ever read a book called “Animal Farm” you will understand what is meant by the word “stability” here. It is the Farmer’s stable control and unchallenged exploitation of the Farm Animals.
Whereas in many countries such as most parts of Asia, Africa, and the Pacific Islands, where humans still are born into large, closely knit tribes of kinfolk and clans. A government, or political regime is not always a stable entity. In such a country where humans still naturally have a blood-based network of clanmates to depend on, many exploitative elements of Capitalism don’t take hold, such as a heavy dependence on money and jobs.
So, the difference between a Dreccian and a Mundane must go much deeper than just superficial differences in philosophical idea and out looks on life and the world. The difference between us must go much deeper then just how we act and behave and what we do. The difference between us must go down to the depths of our humanness. Down to the very Foundation or Base or Fundamental of our human existence: The Family. Such that this concept of Our Family has become our most important exoteric and esoteric priority as Dreccians. As Anton Long recently states:
[Quote Anton Long]
For it is the development of our new sinister family, our new sinister kindred, which is both an exoteric and an esoteric priority, manifest as our new family is in our new tribes, and bound as our clannish family is and should be by our law of the sinister-numen.
In essence, therefore, we are – we, our kind, represent – a new culture, here on this planet we have called Earth; and it is the spread, the growth, of this new culture, of our new families, our tribes, which will begin to undermine, in a most important and a very practical way, the way of life, the societies, and the nation-States of the mundanes. This is and will continue to be a subversive revolution against the current Magian status quo and will lead, in the not too distant future in some area on this planet, to a practical armed insurrection, led by Vindex. – Prophet Of Vindex?
[End Quote]
The Mundane “Family.”
The mundane family consists of a segregated male and female pair in a secular marriage recognized by the state called a Husband and Wife. They will have children. In developed nations the number of offspring such a pair has is usually around 3. At the age of 5 the pair – by law – must send these children to State run public schools to be indoctrinated as individualized citizens. The cost of living in such developed States is increased, such that in the common Homo Hubris family both parents must work to support themselves. With the parents far too busy working to pay bills, the State has total mental and psychological control over their children from age 5 on up to train into the next generation of segregated citizens.
By the time these children reach the age of 18 they have been fully trained by the political regime to seek out their “independence” as young adults by getting a job, and find a mate. At the same time the parents of such children have been trained by the same State to force such children out of the home to live on their own. To struggle on their own in the real world, because that somehow builds strong character.
This cycle of training Homo Hubris into divided labourers is repeated with each generation. Such that each generation of Homo Hubris is literally born and bred to be mere wage earning debt ridden workers to support the children of the wealthy Magian and 10 Percenters. In affect if you understand, the relationship between the 10 Percenters and their bloodline with the common citizen, it is Parasitic.
Yet Homo Hubris never realizes that these 10 Percenters live their lives in a very different way. A 10 Percenter family is collective and not divided into independent units. Most often they are even known collectively by a collective name: The Rothschilds; The Rockefellers, and so on. Most often members of such families pool their political and financial resources together to consciously insure that their children will inherit the same power and wealth. It’s that age old axiom we should all know by now: Divided And Conquer. It’s the same strategy the British and other European Empires used to control and exploit other countries and other peoples. To remain united themselves as a political and economic force, while dividing the enemies they wish to conquer on a social level. By taking natural tribes and breaking such tribes down into nuclear family units who no longer trust and rely on their own next of kin. This is an assault on our very Humanness.
The Problem With Tribes
If the Drecc in such developed Nation-States continues to live their own lives in this way – divided and segregated into independent family Units, they are no better or no different from these Mundanes who are clearly being conditioned and indoctrinated to be controlled and made perpetual prey to the exploitation of the Magian 10 Percenters and their bloodlines.
The difference between us must begin at the very core of our human existence: the Family. Such that this focus on our family will determine – wyrdfully – the success of our efforts in the future: the Liberation of our own bloodlines and progeny from this invisible slavery, and this geopolitical Magian-Zionist labour camp we call the Nation-State.
The fundamental difference between a tribal clan and a nuclear family of Homo Hubris is one of Culture. The former having no Culture at all as Magian religions and ethos have replaced what was once their Numinous Ancestral Cultures with trinkets of childish beliefs and stories.
White Homo Hubris did not always live in divided family units in ancient times. There was a time when they were also tribal. There was a time when most of Europe were not divided into Nation-States, but into territories controlled by vast networks of indigenous tribes such as the Germanic Tribes and the Celtic Tribes. Each Tribe being composed of “clan” or large social orderings of mutually dependent kinfolk. This was it, to the basic fundamental of “familial” structure back then. There was no such thing back then as the concept of “family” as we know it today.
It was the fledgling Roman Empire that learned to annex new territory by setting indigenous tribe against tribe and conditioning their vanquished subjects into adopting the memetic identity of a “Roman Citizen” as opposed to their own numinous and natural tribal identity. Christianity would later take this concept further by forcing people to adopt their memetic identity while at the same time dividing what clans and tribes were left over into “families.”
You will wonder why the Roman Empire, and later Christianity, even bothered to assert so much force and energy in breaking apart tribes and clans to produce the concept of a nuclear family: Father, wife, and children. It’s because tribes are organized and they come with Warriors, and those Warriors kill. You won’t go anywhere as a political regime of an Empire or as the Magian Patriarchs of Christendom, if the people you wish to dominate, subjugate, and control have their own tribal culture and hordes of armed tribal warriors who would kill you in a heartbeat for even looking at them funny.
It only takes a study of New Guinea and the after effects of Christian Missionaries on the native tribes. What were once fiercely rabid head hunting self-reliant tribes were broken down by Magian Ethos into a race of poverty stricken domesticated humans.
Such people are sometimes called “Savages” in Homo Hubris lingo. You remember such murderous Savages as the tribal warriors giving Romans a hard time, like the Barbarians. Or those who gave European kingdoms a hard time like the Zulu of South Africa, The Aztec of Mexico, the Indigenous tribes and Warriors of the America’s and Australia. Or our modern day Barbarians, we derogatorily call “terrorists.”
We seem to assume that because we humans live in this technologically advanced age of ours that we all have grown out of such “savage” ways. But this is not the fact. It’s now been confirmed by science that those olden day tribal Warriors that gave Homo Hubris imperialists a hard time actually past what is called the “Warrior Gene” down to their modern descendants call gangbangers. Geneticists now know that the segment of modern society that are most prone to violence and joining what we today call street gangs all have this Warrior Gene in their DNA makeup. Such that, taking a quick look at your everyday gang of any kind today, you would be able to see that such gang members are indeed blood descendants of ancient Warriors and once fiercely tribal peoples.
A quick look at the gangs that plagues the streets of America will show that most gang affiliates today are of African and Latino ethnicity: descendants of African and Aztec tribal Warriors. With Asians and Whites [skin heads] coming in second: descendants of various Asian tribes, Genghis Khan and his Warriors, and the Blond Berserk Vikings [and the various other Germanic Tribes]. These people are still in-tune to their ancestral Warrior Blood which is expressed in their formations of “gangs” and in their actions and deeds often – understandably – outlawed.
And such tribal Warriors and such violence have always been outlawed since the days berserk Vikings and Germanic Barbarian Warriors threatened Pax Britanica & Pax Romana. These modern day Warriors, still in touch with their essential and primal humanness and ancestral tribal ways, are our breed – in whose blood and genes is etched our sinister creed. From whose blood shall flow forth the Warriors of the future who shall be lead by Vindex to destroy these Nation-States. But such a future war, must first begin with a struggle today. A struggle to undo what the Magian Ethos has done to us. A struggle to reclaim our humanness and tribal nature.
A Modern Tribal Family
I don’t even think there is a word in Khmer which actually means what the word “family” means in English. Fortunately for me, I was raised aware of both a tribal “clannish” way and a Homo Hubris family way [from my friends]. In English when I hear the word “family” I think of a mom, a dad, and kids living in a house. In Khmer, the only word I really have ever heard used to refer to me and all of my relatives is /Crusa/ [krooh-sah] which implies something big and far reaching like an ocean. A Crusa to us means my grand mother, her husband, all of their siblings and cousins; all of their children and grand children down to the youngest.
We call everybody in our crusa around my grandmother’s age or generation “grandmothers” and “grandfathers,” without any distinction. We call everybody in our crusa of our parents’ generation and age “aunts” and “uncles.” And everyone of my generation in our crusa is a “brother” or “sister.” That’s all the “familial labels” we use.
These very few and simple familial labels are so important in our clan/culture that they are also used as our only proper pronouns in the register we speak. It’s considered barbaric and vulgar to use pronouns [such as “I,” “you,” and so on] because only peasants use those words. I still don’t know how to say “you,” or “he,” or “she,” or “they,” in Khmer. Using such pronouns causes an emotional and psychological separation between two people, because the two people talking automatically becomes an “I” and a “you,” which implies a separation or that there is no relationship or recognition of kinship present. In this way, the tribal culture, or collective clannish way of life is actually embedded in the language itself. And those of us who are intelligent, knows that our language we speak and think with greatly influences how we see and understand the world and our reality.
For instance, if I wanted to ask my grandma to make me something to eat I would literally have to say: “Can the Grand Mother make the Grand Daughter something to eat?” Or if I wanted to say “they,” or “them,” I’d have to say: “pboog nu,” or “pboog ghe,” which means “those other people.” After a lifetime of being raise hearing these familial labels used in place of pronouns, we all are drenched inside a culture and an emotional “knowing” that we are not separate individuals; but a member of a collective. I got so use to using these familial labels that when I started going to school I had a hard time figuring out how to talk to the teacher because calling my teacher a “you” when speaking to her in my mind is vulgar and disrespectful and suggests that I want nothing to do with her as a person.
It seems stupid and simple compared to English with all of its “great uncles,” “second cousin twice removes” junk. I still don’t even know how to go by those things and I was born and raised in America. The way English has it, people feel distant. When you talk about a cousin or great uncle you know they are distant emotionally and psychologically. But if you were born and raised calling every old person grandma, and ever male in your family uncles, and everybody your age brothers and sisters, things are much close, and you end up giving the same amount of love and respect to one uncle as to any uncle and such, because you can’t tell anybody apart as far as how exactly they are associated with you.
I actually ask my mom [my biological dad does too] to explain to me in English terms how people in our crusa are related to me, and it’s very difficult for her to do so because there just aren’t enough of those labels to explain such distant relationships: when such distance doesn’t even exist. For instance, I heard that my cousin Andy’s parents are blood related. So me and Andy [and my dad] were shocked to hear this so we asked my mom to explain to us just how they were blood related. And she had to explain it this way: “Well, lets see. It’s like my uncle who was born out of my grandmother: the one that gave birth to my mother, had a son and that son married Chloe. That’s how they are to each other.” I said: “Eewe, Andy your parents are niece and uncle! No wonder your retarded.” Then my mom said: “It’s not eewe. That’s just our culture and tradition. What do you think my parents were: they are to each other, what you and Andy are.”
My mom has 9 birth siblings. And my grand mother [my mom’s mom] has 10 birth siblings and about 30 blood cousins scattered in Thailand, America, France, Australia, and Cambodia. So I remember growing up going to all these weddings ceremonies, tons of them. A traditional Khmer wedding ceremony takes 3 days: 1 day of 5 monks boringly chanting all day, 1 day for the actual ceremony, and 1 day for the party or banquette. It started when I was young, I’d notice all these hundreds of guests during those three days. And as I got older and became more aware, me and my girl cousins started wondering why we kept on seeing the same 500 guests over and over again at every weddings? And we had been to an awful lot already. So one day when one of our uncles was getting married we asked the table of aunts we were sitting with: “What’s wrong? Who is the uncle marrying? Every time there’s a wedding we see the same 500 faces and guests? Where’s the Bride’s “family” at?” Everybody just laughed and one of them said: “Those aren’t guests; you’re the bride’s family.”
There were other strange things about my family which I discovered. These were things I thought was actually “Khmer culture” as in every Khmer family just did it because it was culture or something. I knew white American families didn’t do it. There’s no word for it, so I call it “Kid Swapping.” Even though my mom gave birth to me, I hardly lived with or was raised my birth mom. I grew up living with and being raised by a birth sister of my birth mother [an auntie] which we call a /Madai-Mieng/ which means: Mother-Aunt. A Mother-Aunt is much different from a normal other aunt, because she’s your second mother, who is loved and honoured on the same sacred level as one’s birth mother. My mother-aunt was Andy’s birth mother, who called me daughter like my birth mother does.
And it’s weird because it happened all the time and it happens very easily. If a blood aunt has a baby, and that aunt’s sister says: “Oh, what a cute baby, can I have her/him” the birth aunt will just say: “Yeah here.” That’s it, and it’s not just babysitting, we’re talking about a life long “having.” I was raised by my mother-aunt from birth to the age of 15. Of my 20 direct cousins, at least a quarter of them were raised like this by an aunt and not their birth mothers. My cousin Tiffany was raised her whole life by one of our aunts, and now she lives with our grandmother. Tiffany never in her 18 years of life has ever lived with or was raised by her birth mother. But her mom still loves her and gives her money.
I thought every Khmer family did this until I met an outsider [unrelated] Khmer girl in school [she had dark skin]. After making friends with her I noticed she and her parents talk Khmer really different when I was over at her house. They used words of a lower register, which we would call “barbaric” or “vulgar,” and “peasantile” in my family, which I never heard used in my family; like pronouns. So I asked her if those were her real parents, and if her family kid swaps. And she thought I was crazy? I was so shocked by the way her parents talked and how they thought kid swapping was crazy that I went to go tell my mom and mom-aunt, and they said I can’t be friends with her any more because she was a barbaric peasant who has no “Pbooj,” and that was why they don’t do things the way we do.
The Blood Of A Tribe
“Pbooj” is a weird word I hear very often, but I don’t know the exact idiomatic meaning to. Every breed of Khmer that is a barbaric peasant seems to not have “pbooj,” and every body who lives like us and has our “culture” seems to have “pbooj” – so I’m told by my elders. This concept of pbooj seems to be closely associated with our grand parents, fathers and blood, meaning that if your grand parents had “pbooj” then you did too. Luckily I have the internet and I learned that the word “pbooj” comes from the Pali word for “Seed/sperm.” Which doesn’t reveal much, other than that whatever “pbooj” is idiomatically, it is past down through the male line to their children.
The only person in my family who knows enough English words to use to intelligently explain things to me is one my “dtoodt” which means “great grand father.” I don’t know his first name, as in our family you aren’t allowed to ever use names. He’s pure ethnic Chinese but his mother tongue is Khmer, while his wife [our great grand mother] is a half Laotian half Thai aristocrat who never work once in her 90 years of existence. Even at 9o something, the great grand father can still walk and do chores in the yard, and talk up a storm about past and current politics [he's republican]. I actually grew up not knowing the names of any body in my family, and I still don’t know most of my own 9 aunts and uncles’ names. This “dtoodt” is my birth grandmother’s birth uncle who was Cambodia’s Ambassador to the US around the early 50’s before the revolution. He was educated in France, and speaks perfect French and English; which makes talking with him easy for me.
So I asked the great grand dad what “pbooj” meant one day. And he says: “Like rice crops you see? If a rice plant has long grains that is soft when cooked, it has the “pbooj” to make long grains see? If a rice plant has short grains that makes hard rice when cooked, we know that is it’s “pbooj.” So we can tell if we plant that short grained pbooj that we will always get plants that make short grain no matter how far in the future or past you go. The pbooj of a plant, like the pbooj of a person, determines who and what things are in life. So, if a farmer has the pbooj of a farmer, and his ancestors have been illiterate and barbaric farmers for hundreds of years, so that their brains and mind has become only able to handle such tasks, what would such a pbooj only produce?” I said: “Only the same kind.” And he said: “Correct. When a crop of rice grows wild and nobody has used their intelligence to change that wild crop to make good crops with good grains that cook good, then we say it has no pbooj.” From that word [Pbooj] comes the Khmer word /Pboog/ or /Pug/ related to the Pali word “Pugala” both meaning a “Race,” “Breed,” “Tribe,” “Kind,” “People.”
The concept of “pbooj” is not one based strictly on the blood of rich aristocrats. It based more on the quality and natural character, potential, and/or essence of a person. Which quality can be pasted down by specific methods of intelligent breeding. Or deluded over time by aimlessly reproducing.
So, when you have someone like me in the family who is mixed blooded we’re called a “Gone Gat.” Gone meaning “Child” and “Gat” meaning “Cut,” or “to be cut in pieces.” In English when someone is of a “Mixed” race, that gives the idea that two or more different kinds of races came together and got “mixed” up. But in my family and culture, a mixed blooded person is said to have “Chiam Gat,” meaning “Cut Blood,” or the Blood has been cut into pieces, suggesting an impurity. So a mixed child isn’t “mixed.” It is a child whose blood has been cut up and deluded; whose “pbooj” has been contaminated by something foreign. In the same sense that a recognized pure bred dog’s line can be ruined if a mut mates with it.
When it comes to mating and reproduction, in the culture/family that I was raised in, it is entirely controlled and utilizes what the Occident might sometimes call “eugenics.” The marriages are predetermined. None of my aunts and uncles had the freedom to chose who they got married to. That choice was made by the old grandmothers talking amongst each other. They talk about things like what the ‘soon to be married’ parents are like, what those parents did for a living, if those parents have blood relatives with birth defects; if those parents have any peasant relatives; what the grand parents of the couple are like; what they looked liked and what they did in life.
Then the old ladies would go visit everyone directly or immediate related to each of the couple to inspect them for how smart everybody is, if anybody has any birth defects; how they carry themselves; what register or form of language they use; their natural demeanor, and such. Then they talk about the other stuff: things like money, does the parents and grandparents come with the ability to generate money or do they spend to much and end up poor; about land and if the boy is well bred with goals in life, manners, and respects his mother; and if the girl is pretty and would make a good mother, and if she has “family values” meaning tribal nature in this context.
Outsiders are only outsiders because they do not have or live the same culture we do. But I have plenty of cousins who are of mixed ethnicity. Usually their dads are of a different race who adopts our way of life by “going native.” Like my biological dad is Mexican. He’s of Portuguese and mestizo ancestry. The elders of my family put my dad through the same scrutiny to determine of he had “noble pbooj,” and that nobody was deformed or crazy in his family. So it isn’t really a matter of purity of race and ethnicity with pbooj. It’s the purity of nobility of blood, as opposed to deluded plebeian blood.
It’s about ancestry and blood, and the types of people that ancestry and blood will produce. Such that bad ancestry and bad blood, makes worthless common stock humans. There are two saying in my family/clan that goes: “Orange trees grow orange fruit and never apples;” & “The fruit never falls far from the tree.” So that when you observe say a hard working Chinese whose father also has that culture of hard working ethics, you know that the guy’s offspring will come out imbued with that same quality and culture of hard work. In the same sense that if you had a woman who is disrespectful with her mother, is a slut, is not connected to her family, and her mother was a drug addict, then you know that such a woman will yield a worthless stock of offspring; because that quality, or culture is past down. As one of the meanings of Wyrd. For who we each are, and what actions we weave in life not only affects and influences our own lives, but weaves into being the lives of our progeny.
It’s easy to see this when you are a member of a huge family/clan. You just look at your 100 cousin or so and always you notice that if their dads are nerdy they all come out smart and nerdy; and if their dads were delinquent in their youth, the cousins all come out gangbangers. It even goes to the point where if the uncle has tattoos, then their sons end up having tats. Cousins who have direct grandfathers that like to read and write – like me – end up liking to read and write. Cousins that have direct grandfathers that became monks, end up either becoming monks or are deeply religious.
Home Life
Our family has about 12 houses altogether. The 9 aunts and uncles and their husbands and wives own the houses respectively. But things are so weird in my family with the kid swapping and clannish stuff that there doesn’t seem to be an “emotional boarder” between those houses. For instance I have my own bedroom at my birth mom’s house; my own room at my mom-aunt’s home; a room I share with another cousin at my birth grandma’s house [which the aunts and uncles bought for her] and I have my own room at one of my uncle’s house up north. It gets even weirder because some of our aunts own their own homes, but they rent those houses out and instead live with our grandma.
So at my grandma’s house [who is 80], she has not only some of her children living with her, but also her grand children. In my family nobody moves out or seems to move out ever. We just literally drift from house to house forever. One of my aunties is 55 years old and she AND her son who is my age lives with my grandma. Just because you get married doesn’t mean your going anywhere either. I have a girl cousin that is married and has a 2 year old daughter who lives at my grandma’s house with her husband and daughter. And then my other auntie with my 9 year old girl cousin lives in the same house – even though she owns her own house in Vegas she rents outs.
My family also does something we call /Song Kun/. “Song” means to “Repay,” and “Kun” means a certain kind of sacred debt or duty you owe to your mother for giving you life. I thought all Khmer families practice this too since everyone uses those words. But that’s not the case. In my family/culture we are basically Brahmanistic Buddhists. The belief in gods and spirits is there. But your birth mother in our culture and tradition is the only Goddess you will ever have and know in life who is said to be more higher than the Buddha himself, because she literally gave you Life and the Buddha didn’t. The Buddha is just a teacher, you mother is your god.
Making your mother cry is a real sin [bad Karma] in my family/culture. My grandma says you spend 7 years in the lowest pits of the 1st level of hell for every tear you cause to fall out of your mother’s eyes. The 7th level of hell is reserved for men who kill their mothers. Every year on your mother’s birthday is perhaps the Holiest day of your year. It’s when you get 5 Buddhist monks to chant for 4 hours straight. Then you feed the monks and every body that came out of my grandma’s womb lines up in a line [children, grandchildren, down to the little great grand children]. She sits in a chair and everybody one by one washes her feet and prostrates three times and ask her to wash your bad karma away and to bless them with health and prosperity. Then you hand her an envelope of money, or gifts of gold. This helps you pay your Kun back.
In our family the more practical aspect of “Song Kun” is when you “kick up” money to your mother every month. It’s like tithing a portion of your income, but you give it to your mother. My grandma has 9 adult kids, and they all work and/or own a business. Each of my aunts and uncles kick up to her between $500-$1000 per month depending on how much they can afford that month. The husbands or wives that married my aunts and uncles have no say; if they reject the idea of giving money to my grandma, it’s an automatic divorce the next day. I’ve seen it happen. My grandma gets retirement money for being old and she gets her monthly kick ups which is roughly $5000 per month.
Needless to say, all of the grandma and grandpas have many children. I don’t know a single gramma-grampa couple related to my own grandma that has less then 5 children. If you have less then 5 children, you’re considered a poor old lady. My grandma’s sister [who past on] has 12 kids of her own. She died with bank! When somebody old passes away us cousins call that “cashing out,” because you get “kick downs.” You can live a pretty comfortable life if your aristocratic granny has 9 kids without knowing much about responsibilities. That money gives the grannies sheer power over us cousins. She’ll by you a new car if you’re a grand daughter and if you promise not to get randomly pregnant and that you won’t marry an outsider. I got a Lexus. The boy cousins have to go to college and actually do things for their kick downs.
Sexism and gender bias definitely exists in our family/culture. First our whole culture is matriarchal based. The old grampas or males have their things they do or use to do for the family such as the secular stuff and the jobs and business. In the old days before the revolution this meant running the State. My grandma has brother and male cousins who were once ambassadors, prime ministers, advisers to the king, & generals. Most were killed by the Khmer Rouge. The old grandmas or ladies took care of the family and domestic stuff, which includes the finances of their families. What they use to do is collect each other into a mutual and pool their kick up money to buy businesses or loan out to borrowers on interest; then have their adult grand kids start up more businesses.
So in this culture boys have to work and build a name for themselves; if they want a reputable wife. Girls on the other hand are Social Currency for a family used to merge with other families or to climb the social rank and status. Having a well raised pretty daughter or grand daughter to these old ladies meant more money, power, and privilege in the old days. For example if in your city a boy from a different crusa [family] was the chief of police, and the grannies wanted certain privileges in that city, they would go talk to the boy’s grandparents and negotiate a marriage with one of their pretty daughters or grand daughters backed up by a huge family with a good reputation which has its male tentacles in high places.
The old grannies no longer live in their old country since the communist peasant bastards killed half of their clans and chased the rest out. But they brought their way of life with them to America. And it’s when you learn to compare the wyrd of such a clannish culture to the wyrd of the common way of life of an American mundane that you begin to see a great big difference. A difference as great as the difference between a colony of ants and locusts living aimlessly for the moment.
The Way Things Were
So you have a familiar situation in this old country before the revolution where the power and wealth was in the hands of the very few and where the many common citizen were kept in a state of perpetual poverty, servitude, and dependence on those that had money and power. How does a vast population of millions remain in such states of poverty, servitude, and dependence from one generation to the next? And how do those with the power and money keep what status, social rank, wealth and power from one generation to the next? The question is: Why does not Time change anything?
Us young cousins have this odd chore of giving the old grannies massages to kneed and pound their old flesh and joints during which time the grannies will talk amongst themselves while we drift off into some day dream from the sheer tedium of the chore. Usually the grannies complain, and weep, and reminisce about what they lost and what could have been. And almost always one of the grannies will say to the others: “That’s what you get for educating peasants. Teach them to read and they think they own the country.”
In their days, long before the revolution their crusas [clans] were connected by business and marriage with every other aristocratic crusa who collectively dominated the upper levels of the State. Everything from government offices, to offices in the military, to major industries were dominated by these handfuls of crusas; which were mostly of ancestral Thai origins since Cambodia was annex by Thailand. Thailand didn’t give up Cambodia until they tried to join the UN. The UN wanted Thailand to give back Cambodia to the Cambodians. America objected to the idea of an independent country of Cambodia; but eventually the UN won and Thailand gave up most of Cambodia, keeping the provinces of Siemriep, and Battambang [my family came from both] until a boarder readjustment was made in 1960 by the UN. So we’re not even Cambodian. We just speak the language.
The “middle [working] class” were the light skinned immigrant Chinese, who worked hard and most times learned the culture of the upper ranks to breed their daughters as Social Capital to marry into those upper class families. So that even in the 1960’s it wasn’t unusual for the upper ranks of the country to be mixed with Chinese [like my ‘family’].
At the very bottom were the ethnic Khmer who are actually very dark skinned, and with them the Vietnamese immigrants. This group since feudal times had no freedom or rights. They were only allowed to work their fields as farmers. Like they always had for hundreds of years. The school systems were also run by the upper class families who had their relatives as teachers. Since it cost money to go to school, and since you past school without effort if you were related to an upper class family. The peasants who could afford to go to school were wasting their time in school anyways because you had to be related to one of the upper class families to even get a real job in the city.
So this is how the lower ranks of this society were kept in a perpetual state of servitude. First they were kept stupid and/or under educated. Second they were divided into individual small incoherent families. Third they were allowed to live out their mundane lives mindlessly breeding with other peasants aimlessly producing the next generation of prey. In a way the upper ranks learned to use Time to their advantage by coherently focusing their collective force of an old generation to help and support their younger generations. So that each generation inherited more means of money and power. Whereas the lower levels of society incoherently lived their lives out without focusing any of their force on their children.
But of course that peasant Pol Pot got educated in France and he came back learning about abominable things like plebeian freedom and communism and he thought he’d teach his fellow peasant Khmer and Vietnamese commoners about plebeian rights. So the country went to hell in bloody revolution. And it still is in hell, or what we might call Plebeian Democracy, which translated into a mob of idiot peasants and vulgar commoners trying to live their own lives and other people’s lives too.
Which will only produce misery, because you’re dealing with a vulgar race/breed whose line is bred to make people who can barely think for themselves, who have no aeonic hival culture. Meaning that these plebeians are Time Blind and cannot or do not have it in their nature to use time wyrdfully to produce anything constructive long term wise. It’s like giving money to one of these vulgar people. What do they do with it? Oblivious to Time, they spend it all for a moment of pleasure. Give them a life and what do they do with it? Oblivious to Time, they work meaningless jobs for money to buy beer to drink and as long as they have a girlfriend or wife to have sex with, these plebeians are happy, like idiot locusts. You give these same idiot mundanes a country and what do they do with it? Oblivious to Time, they use it for fleeting pleasures and petty wars.
The Fundamental Difference
Can you discern the difference between these two groups of peoples? Between the Hive Culture of ants and bees and the locust? Between those who know how to use Time to the advantage of their progeny and those that are Time Blind? The fundamental difference is essentially Coherency and Organization; which seems to be the underlying secret of the Cosmos. Things in nature which are organized in coherent patterns behave much differently then things that are disorganized and incoherent don’t they? In this light, if I were to ask you which of the two: the coherent and organized clan versus a disorganized and incoherent family unit; actually uses intelligence and the force of will to manifest their future; which of the two would you pick?
So we come to understand some important “secret” factors or ingredients of power, and wealth, haven’t we: Coherency, Organization, Time/Aeonics, Intelligence, Will Power, Application. Such that we begin to realize that such a way of life is indeed a Magickal way of living in that when these factors are applied to causal reality, the collective force of the people involved changes and alters that reality to materialize and manifest certain things they may desire, and a willed future and world for their progeny.
If we now take a look back at our collective human history since the dawn of our species, and we ask ourselves what kind of humans actually pushed humanity forward as a species? The disorganized and often vanquished humans, or the organized humans? It has always been the organized humans who exist in a coherent tribe or force that has had the power to assert and exert their collective force upon the world and over those disorganized humans to gradually – over time – change the world and our species. Whereas the vanquished and conquered have remained virtually the same common stock idiot race over the thousands of years.
This essential difference adds up to wealth and power in a very short period of time. The old folks in my clan/family came to the US in the early 1980’s having lost everything: their relatives, their land, their wealth; without a penny to their name. They might have lost everything, but such things are only wyrdful results of their collective culture: a culture which could not be taken away from them. The first 10 years I suppose was spent regrouping and adapting to the new environment. And back then there was very little money in the family. 10 years after that – after applying their collective culture – they remanifested everything they lost, except for political power.
The difference is one of focus. The ways of the common stock American citizen each striving to be some independent loner who ends up exploited by corporate America, and whose focus is on acquiring himself material good to indulge his brief existence with superficial things. These people will mate with the most convenient girl, mindless of ancestry and blood. They will aimlessly breed children. Kick them out when they are 18 to teach them about independence. And in old age, after a life long servitude to the State and corporations, they are forgotten in a nursing home. As the children they made take their place.
But a clan, such my family, has their focus on different things. Each generation is focused on something different. The elders focus their collective force on the young cousins, to insure that they inherit not only the clan’s culture, but the collective wealth of the clan, in exchange for devoted work to get the clan to become more prosperous. The middle aged adults focus their devotion on caring for the elders. No elder family member is cast out into some nursing home ever. They are born in the clan, and they die in our homes. And the cousins work to devoting their lives to support the middle aged adults by working their businesses, going to college, and breeding the next generation.
There is a saying in my family that goes: “A mother can take care of 10 children, but her 10 children will not be able to take care of her.” Which is to say that a mother can care for and provide for her children, but when she becomes an elderly woman, her grown children will find it very hard to care for her. So elders in our family, and the caring of them, is a communal effort. As everything is a communal effort – a synergy of collective will, force, and intelligence, applied to manifest results.
A Way Of Life
What is exactly meant by the phrase “a way of life” anyways? I often meet people who convert to a different religion and claim that their conversion is a change in their way of life. Or I know people who “discovered” they were gay, and so they believe living a gay life style is a change in their way of life. As if to say that Life is a momentary event that can be simply changed by adopting a different set of opinions or sexuality or friends or moving to a new city. But has anything really changed of how these people live their lives?
They will continue to go through life expressing the “culture” they were raised in, because Life isn’t a momentary event. It’s a continuous domino effect which begins with your birth and how you were raised and conditioned, and continues through the children you make. Such that how you live your life now – as you were raised – determines the wyrdful potential of your children’s lives. What you do now, will determine your offspring’s lot in life in the future. It’s easy for us to sit here and hate Magians, or 10 Percenters, or Zionists, for exploiting us. But we are in such a condition in life because of the wyrd of our ancestors. And if you don’t do anything about that condition today, you will only breed the next generation of exploited people who will do little more than complain like you once did.
If you were raised and conditioned inside a very small unorganized nuclear family, no matter what your beliefs are or what life style you live, you will always pass that culture and way of small family units down to your children, and they to their children. So that from a Chronomorphic perspective your bloodline’s entire line of existence have never changed in a thousand years. Just as your ancestors were bred to live in segregated family units to work, so will all of your descendants live that way of life to remain exploited by those more collective then you.
Independence is the mystical key word of this breed of broken down humanity, bred and conditioned for thousands of years to produce independent human drones, the better for a predatorial collective of Magians and 10 Percenters, of States and Corporations, or Religions and Priesthoods to exploit.
You were raised brainwashed into believing that humans are some kind of solitary loner animal. You were raised to strive for your independence: to be a self reliant unit. You getting your driver’s license marked the great day of your life of exploitation because you were no longer dependent on anybody to drive you places.
Your trained parents, secular schools run by corporations, and the State pushed you further and encouraged you to seek more independence: “Get a job and move out like everybody else and you’ll truly be Independent!” So you do, drifting further away from what little family you had during your college years.
So you get married with a Homo Hubris girl trained to also strive for her independence. You’ll have 3 kids and raise them to strive for their independence like you were raised by making them do things on their own for themselves. You’ll both go to work 45 hours a week, and the State will raise your 3 kids to live the way you did.
Even when you have grown old, your Hubris society teaches you to struggle to be an independent old man and old lady, and to not depend on others, except for the medical industry who will suck the living life out of you for everything you are worth until you die. That’s your way of life. That’s what is meant by a “Way” of Life.
How do you as a human who lives life that way, hope to ever change and alter society or human civilization? When you can’t even come to realize that you were never able to change your own way of life? When you never realized that you, as your ancestors, were bred, trained and conditioned to see such a life of being an independent unit to be the greatest goal of your human existence, which actually made you a weak prey which becomes co-dependent on the State, and Corporations.
Adopting a new belief, out look on life, word view, religion, sexuality, life style, place of residence, wardrobe, does not change the Way you have been trained to live life. Such things only keep you from realizing that nothing about your way of life has changed.
You are human. You are a social organism. It is in your essential nature as a causal being to be dependent on something. Reptiles are born genuinely independent. They hatch from their egg and live their lives from the get go, not needing anybody. Independence is a concept alien to a social organism’s natural way of existence. There is no such thing in nature as an “independent” and self sustaining primate. There is no such thing as an individual and independent baboon or chimpanzee any where in nature. There is something very wrong with something if you see a lone monkey in nature. But you can’t see this same “wrongness” when you are psychologically alienated and emotionally isolated into an individualized independent human.
You were born completely helpless, and spend 18-20 years of your life dependent on others. Those early 20 years of your human life is nature’s way of “teaching” you your human nature of dependence on your tribal relations. You will, as a human, live your human existence dependent on something or someone. Either your family or the State, the choice is yours. But you were never given that choice, because the State made that choice for you. It’s like dogs and wolves: you are either dependent on your pack, or on your Master. A Master who has separated you from your pack and who has conditioned you to be dependent on him.
I was raised very differently. Devotion is the essence of our way of life. As Shakti manifests herself as the ground we walk on, the food we eat, the mothers that give birth to us, to Devote herself to her creatures. So to does a Mother devote herself and serve her children. Both my mothers [biological and aunt-mom] raised me understanding that we express our love and affection for one another not in words, but also in deeds: through our Devotion of Service for and to one another. We serve those we love, not because we are inferior, but out of the sacred virtue of devotion; because it is a sacred duty.
I grew up like most of my cousins not knowing what chores were because my mothers did everything for me. I grew up never having to serve myself dinner or lunch because my moms and aunts just brought me my food. I only started doing my own laundry when I moved out actually. And I reciprocate that devotion to my family.
This culture of devotion to one another does something to you. It has its practical values. It breeds generations of people who are utterly dependent on their blood relations, in such a way that they would be lost and confused in life if they/we were isolated from our clan, family, and tribe. Being completely dependent on a huge family you don’t see a government or jobs or banks or the State or the police the same way as others.
I don’t need a bank when got 500 people to borrow money from. I don’t need to buy a car when there’s 20 cars not being used or when my grandma will just buy me one. I don’t need a job when I have no real bills to pay and when the family has a dozen family businesses. I don’t need the police when I got 50 boy cousins with fists. I don’t need a house, when there’s about 12 I can live in. I’m not going to waste my time and life working for the State or some 10 Percenter corporation, when I can invest my time and energy in my own family to insure that I’ll be taken care of later in life.
Dreccian Tribes
The Order of Nine Angles has been progressive in the making – evolving and shapeshifting – for at least the past 30 years. Over the decades it has picked up experiences, magick, occult insights, methodologies, its own ontology, theology, cosmology; its own science based on rational thinking and Natural Philosophy. Its Sinister Way has now developed into a Tribal Way of Life and Movement. But a Way of Life goes far deeper then just perpetrating unlawful acts. There is a difference between doing something, believing in something, and Living Life. All Sinister Initiates needs to do now is go all the way and Live that clannish Way of Life with their sworn brothers and sisters of the Sinister Way: Together, Coherently, and Organized.
You don’t have to be born into a huge clannish family to know how to live in a tribal manner. Like an example I used earlier: It’s like a dog. Dogs are bred for a purpose: to look certain ways and to be domestic pets. We assume that there is nothing primal and feral about these dogs. But when such dogs are abandoned or rejected onto the streets, something beautiful happens. All those centuries of breeding, and all those years of domestication crumbles away and that dog comes into its own ancestral Nature. Such that such feral street dogs needs no training to form dog packs for mutual dependency and mutual survival. Because that Pack Nature was always a part of that dog. It was just that such Primal Nature was covered up by the illusion of domestication.
My Mexican dad, and some of my cousins’ white fathers came from a domesticated stock of humans who had long lost touch with their Nature Given Pack Nature. But they made a choice to “go native” and quickly came to Dis-Cover their own tribal nature. And it’s the same case with such things as urban street gangs and skinhead gangs. Nobody must teach these boys how to form their gangs, what to do with their gangs, and how to be a member of those gangs. It’s in their blood. All it takes is a choice and being exposed to the right conditions, and Nature literally takes her course to bring out the Pack Wolf in you. That Pack Wolf Nature which not even centuries of domestication can smother.
Just as your natural primal nature is a threat to the laws of religion in the sense that all which is natural contradicts Magian morals; so is that same natural primal nature a very real threat to the law and power of the State. It’s why they work so hard to divide you into independent domesticated units. Because when you are divided, you are easier to control. When you genuinely Realize this game of divide, domesticate, and conquer; you will begin to realize that a State simply cannot exist nor would a State have any power or control over a people, if those people were collected into fierce self-sufficient, self-reliant tribes. Especially if those tribes come with armed Warriors. It is because of your willingness to be divided, domesticated, and vanquished, and because you perpetuate that plebeian – mundane – way of life they have trained you to live that causes the State to exist.
Destroying a Nation-State, and disrupting a State’s monopoly on Power does not always have to be bloody revolution. There are other methods of disrupting the State’s power monopoly, and all methods should be used by the Drecc. The Church cannot exist without the Sinner. The State cannot exist without the individualized citizens. And both the Church and State exist because of illusions and abstractions. The illusion of being a sinner. The illusion of domestication and independence. The illusion the abstract State paints to make it seem as though government and a police State is needed for the your safety and sheer survival. That’s the same psychological bullshit a pimp tells one of his bitches. Do you realize that? Have you ever had an over powering and controlling boyfriend or husband you broke up who told you: “You’re nothing without me!” You will remain in that destructive relationship as long as you believe him.
So long as you continue to play their games according to their rules, you will not only continue to be exploited, but you yourself are responsible for that exploitation. This is something we all should have learned from Satanism and the Sinister Way. Christianity has no power over you or anything if you understand that sin doesn’t exist. You merely had to think for yourself and live your life in tune with your primal Nature to destroy the power monopoly Christianity had on old world Europe.
And it’s no different with a State. You merely have to reconnect with that primal nature; return to your natural tribal nature, and realize that what you have been taught by the State are empty lies; to disrupt the State’s power monopoly. It’s not going to take a single life time. Just like it didn’t take a single lifetime to destroy the power of the Catholic Church. It took certain intellectual rebels to risk their lives thinking for themselves, and it took many decades and centuries of gradually teaching those idiot plebeians about science. It will take the same effort with the State. It will not only take practical violence and revolution; but it will take each of us a conscious willed effort to return back to our natural tribal ways.
Returning back to those tribal ways begins with an understanding of why you have been conditioned by the State to strive to be an independent domesticated human and choosing to live in the opposite way of what has been established by mundanes. It begins by genuinely making the Sinister Way your Way of Life. Which involves seeking out those who have the same sinister blood and essence that resonates with your own, and to consciously – by power of will – devote ourselves to one another as a single Family; related to each other by the Natural, Feral, and Numinous sinister essence of our blood; and by the Law of the Sinister-Numen: Offspring of the same Mistress of the Earth.
Our Way of Life matures in how we will each raise our children and to whom we give our honour, loyalty, and duty to in life. Our Way of Life will bare fruit in the days of our children’s children with a thriving, living tribal culture. But it all begins with the will to genuinely be different from the mundanes. If you do not have the resource of a huge family: Then forge one; with those liberated dogs who have found their feral wolf nature. That same nature you have Dis-Covered beneath your civil domestication. Because in the end, a family is nothing more than an order of people who recognize each other as kin, who are dependent on each other, and who have the culture of devoting themselves mutually to one another under the auspice of Honour, Loyalty, and Duty. The blood relations of a tribe is merely a causal result of such an ordering of loyal individuals over Time after breeding with one another to pass their essence and kind through their blood down to the next generation who will inherit that tribe and culture.
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Order of Nine Angles
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