Kulture Klash
This essay was originally inspired by something offensive I read which I found in the sewage system we call Western Occultism. You know, those occult essays written by a peasant Homo Hubris intellectually masturbating himself to his audience of mental cripples in exchange for praise. Who is himself the spawn of somebody else’s pretentious intellectual [scholastic] masturbations. You contemplate that thought for a second and truly get to know who you are. You aren’t self created, you aren’t self Made. The intellectual gibberish and ego jerk offs of somebody else sired you and your state of mind. That state of mind becomes the world you exist in. Nothing about you, your self identity, your thoughts, your opinions, and the “world” you exist in is borne from your Own Self.
The essay/blog I read [by nobody associated with me] was written by a W.H.A.M. – White Hubris American Mundane – claiming the Left Hand Path. BTW, WHAM’s are genetically related to White Anglo Saxon Protestants [WASP], but degenerate, pedestrian in mentality and decadent. I have a great amount of respect for Wasps, especially the conservative and well bred kind. I’ll paraphrase the offensive part. He said – in an expected Western-centric Hubris manner – ‘People in the left hand path bow down to nobody, because prostrating yourself before others means you are submitting and not your own god, and the Left Hand Path is about worshiping our own self.’ Something like that. Typical and pretentious of a WHAM – whose head has been stuck up his white ass his whole life – who has never encountered or studied other cultures and their practices. Not every people are dishonourable like the American Hubriati.
The “Left Hand Path” [Vamamarga] has been in the hands of its Eastern originators for a thousand years before Blavatsky got to it. The people of the East are not a dishonourable hubris people. You hubris mundanes have already fucked up other people’s cultures, indigenous ways of life, spiritual ways, and countries. Don’t be fucking up the Left hand Path with your hubris ego tripping bullshit. The original Left Hand Path was not about pretentious self worship. It was simply a different way to try and personally live life in harmony with and in Numinous Reverence to/for the primeval and wordless Flow of Nature, which existed before humanity emerged, with their languages, thoughts, opinions, and self centered arrogance. I find all you mundanes despicable in your lack of Honour.
Honour
This idea or concept of the Modern English word “worship” [as it is used today] has no real counterpart in other [non-white] languages. There is no concept of “worship” in my own people’s language or thought process. Although the much older form of “worship;” such as “Worshipful” and Your “Worthy-Ship” do have their counterparts. But such older words like Worthy-Ship only denoted someone who has earned and was worthy of Respect and Honour. A concept I know the Cultured British will understand, and no doubt their degenerate hubris American cousins will lack an understanding of.
There are two words in Khmer that describes Honour or the offering of one’s Respects to another person. The first is [phonetically spelt] “Twy-Ankhom.” The second is a word from the sacerdotal and royal register of Khmer: “Krab-Thool.”
In Khmer the word for “Yes” when a male speaks is “Baht.” That is a really short from of the old phrase: “Twy-Ankhom or Krabthool dol Baht jeung.” Krab means to lower yourself to the ground, Thool means sort of like lifting something up above head, or carrying something on your head. Dol is “up to” or “next to.” And a “Baht jeung” means the “sole of a foot.” In some Asian cultures [India, Southeast Asian, & many Buddhist countries] when you want to express your honour and respect to somebody you clasp your hands [anjali] and bow. Boys say “Baht” because of the ancient matriarchal way of life the Khmer, Mon, and Thai. It’s just a way for them to show in speech that us girls are indeed better than them. In Khmer a girl just says “Jah” for yes, which has no real meaning, although it is related to the word “yes” in many Western languages.
The word for “girl/female” in Khmer is “Sri/srey” which is related to the word Serey/seri meaning “Perfect,” “Beautiful,” and “Free,” and is the same word “Sri” as in Sri Devi, meaning “Radiant,” “A presence of radiance,” “Numinous,” or “Sacred.” Which is why I like my culture, wouldn’t you? The word “Boy/male” in Khmer is “Pros,” which is a generic word that came from the Pali meaning “a person/creature,” and is related to the word Brus which means a wild deer in the forest. In other words: a wild creature. Sometimes when they talk amongst each other, you’ll often hear the very old ladies in our culture refer to men/males as “Sath Pros,” or “Sath Manuss.” Sath [Sat in Pali & Sankrit] means creature/animal; and Manuss [Manussa in Pali] means Human/People. But the word Sath is never used with Srey [woman/female]. A female is not an animal, she is a “Manuss Srey,” a Perfect Human, a Female Person, a Numinous Human.
Krabthool means “Honour/Respect” to monks and royals. But to a peasant the same word is used to mean their “Yes,” when speaking with a monk, the king, a member of the aristocracy. Which basically would mean “I offer you my Honour sir.” This word is truncated down to “Krab” [pronounced “cap”] and is the Thai word for “Yes” for males. The same word is truncated down to “Kra” [pronounced “kah”] and is the word “Yes” for girls in Thai.
You express or show the level or amount of respect and honour by how far down you bow your head, accompanied with an anjali [hands clasped]. The lower you go, the greater the sign of respect. To normal people a simple anjali is a “hello” placed at chest level. To someone slightly older than you, your anjali is placed on your lips and you bow your head slightly. To your elders your anjali is placed on your nose and you bow your head below their eyes. To Bhikkhus you place your anjali up to your forehead and lower your head below their chin. To a statue of the Buddha, and your mother, or the king, you raise your anjali above your head, and “krab” all the way to their feet, with your forehead touching their toes or the ground three times.
This act of showing one’s Honour, Respect, and Devotion to something [twy-ankhom] has nothing to do with this retarded Western idea of “worship” or subservience. A living person who is in tune with their natural inner self, when we are in the midst of something that stirs us, or captivate our inner being, will express our reverence for such things in some way or manner. When you are out in nature and are in the numinous presence of white snow capped mountains, that scenery moves you inside, and you may be stirred to express your affection and reverence for such beauty in a poem or in a moment of silence. When you hear a moving piece of music, and you are still alive inside, you weep. When you stand before an ancient ruined temple or a great piece of art work and such moves you inside, the natural numinous presence of Sacred Radiance [Sri] or the Numen can be felt which places you in a state of natural reverence.
Different people and different cultures will have different methods of expressing that reverence for the numen beneath the wordless beauty. But such expressions of Honour, and Honour itself is always based on empathy and the immediacy of the moment. Meaning that it is usually that which is in your direct presence that stirs you inside in such a way that you may feel the beauty and reverence. It is thus pointless to respect and honour something you have no real connection with. In the same sense that it is pointless, empty, and lifeless to say that you respect the Mona Lisa painting when you have never seen it to appreciate its beauty directly.
You are dead inside, if you have lost the ability to Feel the living beauty in Nature and people. Just because some people may still be alive inside, and may culturally express their Honour by bowing and prostrating, does not mean they are inferior or backwards or prone to worship reified concepts and gods. Keep in mind that the word and ideation of “worship” actually only exists in the minds and weltanschauung of the West.
It has nothing to do with worship. It has to do with Honour and Respect, and a feeling of natural reverence, and a cultural way to express and show that Honour and Reverence: by bowing, prostrating, and “sadhu-ing” [anjali]. When I was a little girl just starting the first grade, I was taught by my culture, elders, and mother to pay my Honour and Reverence to my elders and mothers. My birth mother taught me to pay my Respect and Reverence for my aunt-mother as my own mother because she breast fed me and raised me as her own. So every morning she would drop me off, and before I was allowed to leave the car, I would anjali my aunt-mom, bow my head, and politely say: “Mother, your daughter is leaving for school now.” You pay your respects to the hand that feeds you out of Honour and Culture. It’s not worship.
It’s real sad that the only “place” in Western society I see this same honourable culture of paying your respect to others is in the military, and the criminal world. You salute superior officers to show your respect and Honour. You have no choice in the military. It’s your Culture. And that Culture maintains order. As a new junior gangbanger, you pay your respects whether you are cultured, honourable or not to the OG’s, or you’re dead. In the mafia, you talk to your uplines and the boss like they were your buddies, and you aren’t a Man of Honour with no culture of respecting others, you’re dead. There’s no room in such cultures for pretentious hubris behaviour, or empty idiotic talk of “we’re our own gods and we don’t need to honour and respect nobody.” Fuck you and your god damn dishonourable peasant stock genes.
You common stock people can bitch a lot about how you’re free, with your secular life, and democracy backing you Hubris ass up. With your materialism, and your empty newly-liberated plebian pretentiousness. But take a good look at your society, your communities [what community!], and your families. You can barely function and hold things together. You WHAM’s and your kind are all literally dying because of your Hubris nature: from stress and depression. Take a close look at the demographic of those dying of heart disease, cancer, suicide, and those suffering from mental disorders in the West and in places like the Middle East and Asia, and compare the numbers. Do the math. Honour may be more relevant to emotional, mental, communal, and physical wellbeing than you may realize or acknowledge in the West.
Social Class
When all the old people and uncles in my family get together [up to 12-20 people] to eat and drink [which is about every other week] they like to talk about “the good old days,” and the uncles like to ask questions about politics and stuff. While the ladies do the usual cooking. I would often sit there when I lived at my grandmother’s house with my cousins and listen to the elders talk about politics, history, historic gossip of other noble families [who slept with who from other families], and our own family history. Mostly it’s just them talking about how some guy from some noble family secretly had sex with some long dead elder in our family, and everybody would have the typical surprised reaction: “What! That side of our clan is related to THAT clan?!”
But sometimes they talk about things that catch my interest. This one time one of my grandpas [a cousin of my grandmother] was telling the other old men and uncles a story about when he was a boy and how his own father was a ruthless authoritarian with him and his siblings. He said that his father would beat the life out of him if failed school work. Then another grandpa interjected: “That’s nothing brother! My father, I seen him kick servants thru the wall for not working proficiently. I mean really kick them!” And then another grandpa said: “Your side of the clan must have been living in straw huts brother, you can’t kick a servant thru my old house walls, we made ours out of concrete and marble!”
Then another grandpa said: “You brothers know who my father was right?” And when he said that, all the other elders said: “Oh, yeah The Lord Uncle.” And you can hear the uncles say: “Who? What happened?” This grandpa told us: “We had Khmer peasants working on our side of the clan/family farm/plantation when I was a little boy. This one day one of the peasants was given a chore to do around the farm by my father. When my father came back in the evening, he saw the peasant had not finished his work. My father got so angry, he picked up a big stick and beat the peasant dead, right on the spot! I never talked back to him ever since that day!”
Everybody reacted to that story with a shock about how greatly postal The Lord Uncle was, but I didn’t seem to see any one shocked because a crime had been committed. Nobody asked the grandfather if his dad went to prison for murder. So I asked: “But grandpa it’s against the law to kill people. Did your father get put in jail for killing the peasant?”
And the grandpa said something to me as the others were laughing: “Look at her [me], she just fell off our tree a few days ago, and she thinks she knows it all. What person in the country has the authority to put my father in prison back then?! Show me! That damn king of Cambodia is a peasant! His bloodline comes from cucumber farmers! The Thai king put his ancestor on that throne after our people conquered Cambodia because they were loyal to the Thais! What’s he going to do? Send his police to arrest your great grandpa who cousins are his [the king of Cambodia] benefactors? All my uncles and cousins were the police! You think he wants to get assassinated? Different country and time grand daughter.”
I tried to argue some democratic sense into him, since back then I was pretty dumb and thought I did know everything, and it seemed to me like the grandpa was stuck in a feudal time warp. I said: “But grandpa it’s still bad to kill people just because of their place in a kingdom. Peasants are people too.”
And he asked me: “What did you say? Peasants are people too? Do you understand what you said to me grand daughter? Pigs are animals, we eat them. Buffalos are animals, we put them to work. Being human doesn’t mean there is a divine law written in heaven which says you have the right to life or freedom! It just means you are a living person. ‘Peasants are people too’ has no meaning. Of course they are people. Our ancestors fought with their blood and lives to conquer this land. Our ancestors used our intelligence and mind to create the kingdom they live in. We built the House with our own lives and blood, they just work in this House. What were they before the empire and kingdoms? Nothing. They lived wild like animals. Aimless like animals, for thousands of years. Those who make a house make the rules. If they don’t like the rules or their place in the house, they can leave. The house belongs to those who built it with their blood, intelligence, and mind, and to their progeny. Like when you create a company. You pay for the company. You use your own force and blood to create the company. Then you hire workers. Those workers have nothing to do what you have made. They have no claim to the company you made or a privilege to work in your company you made. You will pass your company to your children, not to your employees.”
My family thinks Cambodia is a pitiful country run by ignorant peasants who stole something that did not belong to them. In the sense that the infrastructure, and mechanical aspects of a nation, state, or kingdom, is manifested into being by the mind like a company is in a way. The “citizens” don’t have a right to a claim to something they did not built or put together. Such people are perceived as being a part of the landscape, like forests, rivers, fertile fields, animals, and stuff that just comes with the land. If you own the territory – having taken it with your group of people by organized force – you and your group of people – and what children you will have – naturally own everything in the territory. People and all.
And like a corporation, countries [in general] in this regard are constructed from the Top down. It starts with the Top of the “pyramid” with those who have taken the land as the “owners” and their loyal friends below them in a different rung as “stock/share holders.” Laws are made to maintain the structure and system. Then a rung below the loyal share holders is made called “Management” which is the government apparatus. Management has no function other than to regulate what system has already been established and to keep the bottom rungs of the corporate structure in order. In other words, government sets/asserts laws and polices onto a population in such a way that the actions and behaviour of the population does not compromise the system [status quo], but helps maintain it. Just like how a WalMart’s Management team doesn’t own WalMart, but only has the function of regulating the lesser officers and employees, to keep the business running: to the benefit and interest of those in the upper rungs.
Thus, each “rung” in that pyramidal structure has core duties to execute. If you are an employee/citizen you are born into your rung and you will spend your whole life performing your established duties, whether you like it or not, whether you are aware of such duties or not. If you are in the Management rung, you have your own established function, which obviously comes with incentives [privileges]. If you are born into the Top rungs, you have your own established duties, which ultimately is to maintain the function and equilibrium of what your ancestors made which you inherited. When as a Top rung person you inherit your position in that social order you do not take your role seriously and abuse/exploit it in an unproductive manner; as the ancient Roman aristocracy did in spending all their empire’s wealth aimlessly; your system ruptures from the inside out.
This also will mean that what rung you are born into will determine how you are treated and viewed by those above you. If you are at the very bottom, and your boss or government apparatus pats you on your back, gives you certain privileges, and rights; it is because such treatment, “rights,” and certain privileges makes you work better, or support our country better, thus benefiting everyone’s paycheck and lives above you. Which means that you’re a jack-ass, if you believe the pats, kudos, high fives, and special rights you get from those above you mean anything personal or because “they” have your best interests in mind. Happy people vote for those that give them the means to such happiness, safety, and freedom [“rights”].
I mean just look at you seriously for a moment. So you have the “right” to “vote” and the “freedom” to pick your own religion. So what? But because of those petty high fives, you not only support the system, but you are willing to join its army to die for it. It’s hard to see things objectively when you are inside that samsara/matrix. But observe the idiocy of gangbangers, how they are members of some social system, with petty privileges, yet they are willing to kill and die for that gang. You can objectively say to yourself: “That’s stupid.” Yet you can’t see the same idiocy in yourself.
In my own family and culture this “rung” you are born into is called your “Vana.” We say that word with a quick stop in the final “A” as if there were a soft “K” at the end.” What determines what Vana you are in is not so much your father or mother in such highly stratified societies. It is something we call “Jiat.” Jiat is the Khmer/Thai and Pali word for one’s “Birth.” It is “Jat” in Sanskrit. “Jati” in Sanskrit means To Be Born. Jiat in this context is a noun [Birth/Existence]. When somebody says your “Past Jiat” they mean your “Past Life/Existence.”
Jat/Jiat has a second meaning used simultaneously with its first meaning, which is harder to explain using English words. When my mom tastes something “Sweet” she says: “Mmm, this has ‘Jiat Sukor.’” In this context Jiat Sukor means a “Sweet Flavour.” Sukor means Sugar [pronounced ‘skor’ with the final “R” being silent as a Brit would say it], and here Jiat means “Essence,” “Quality,” or “Nature.” Jiat Sukor literally means “Essence of Sugar,” or something having come into existence with the nature of sugar. When they say you: “Gad Jiat Nik-Sarae” it means you are Born [gad] with the inner quality/essence/nature [jiat] of a peasant [nik-sarae].
When sugar has the Nature and essence of sugar [being sweet] it can’t change its mind and alter its Jiat and have Jiat Ambel [salty]. “Gad” means to be born or to come into being or to arise into existence. You come into being with your Jiat: your Nature, your Essence. Your parents and ancestors do not always determine your Jiat. Although that nature of sugar may be Mixed [contaminated] with Jiat Ambel, you see. And so in such a case, when you desire to refine the Jiat Sukor from the salty contamination, you systematically extract its essence out of the mixture; thus producing pure sugar.
Any farmer or person that works with breeding pure breeds will eventually know that the stock or strain of plants or ranch animals you bred or cultivate will from time to produce bad strains; and vise versa. If bad strains of plants and animals can not produce good strain, then there would be no good strains in the first place. It takes time, and an intimate connexion to plants and animals to be able to recognize a desired or potential Jiat of a wild plant or animal, then over time line breed such plants and animals to enhance the desired Jiat. When you have cultivated a desired strain of crop over specialized breeding, that strain is called your “bpooj,” or “bhooch.”
A peasant is Bhooch Nik-Sarae or is the “Strain of peasants.” Me and my cousins when we were in high school used to pick on each other in an affectionate way at family gathering by telling the elders in our family something like: “Grandpas, Jessica has a boyfriend, she’s pregnant!” And the grandpas will yell out: “No good! Koach Bhooch Ta!” Koach means when something goes bad or rots or spoils, and Ta means grandpa[s]. They’re literally saying that their strain of crops has been spoiled or contaminated which they and their ancestors worked hard to manifest causally over time. Koach Bhooch is a term used in farming and animal breeding. As a farmer for example when your ancestors have bred a nice quality Bhooch of rice, and the wind blows pollen from wild rice from a field somewhere some of your rice plants will go bad because they get mixed or diluted with alien [foreign] genes, and if you don’t destroy such degenerate plants, your Bhooch will Koach.
This means that those born with the Jiat of peasants will always be peasants, no matter what social structure they exist inside, because of their very inner nature. Peasants as a Jiat are incapable of thinking for themselves, and doing things of their own initiative, especially for a productive end result. If left by themselves, they will just aimlessly live and aimlessly breed and remain in the same state for thousands of years. How each peasant raises their offspring – peasant “culture” – will only help maintain and re-enforce the Bhooch. And since no other person of a different Jiat will breed with a peasant, they will continue to produce more peasant offspring century and after century. Such peasant ways of breeding over long periods of time only helps “strengthen” their Peasant Jiat. Like pure bred Arabian stallions naturally breeding with girls of their own kind/nature will always produce more Arabian stallions.
This means that in such structured societies, what Vana you are born into in society will be the Vana your children will be born into, because of their Jiat and Bhooch. The word Vana is the same in Pali as it is in Sanskrit, which means “Caste/Rank/Order/Color.” Vana is the literal word for what in English is translated as the “Caste System.” Well actually it’s “Varna” in Sanskrit, and Vana/Vanna/Ban/Bana in Pali dialects.
So now, when you think about the Vana system in terms of aeonics – as in aeon or long time wise – peasants in the lowest Vana not only suffer from birth due to mistreatment, abuse, exploitation, etc, because of their Vana, but that their children will also be born in a world of such suffering, and this cycle of abuse and exploitation will continue for thousands of years, as it has.
A heretic bum in Brahmin society – which invented the Vana system 5000 years ago – named Gautama Buddha thought this Vana system was inhuman and atrocious. He preached a heretical doctrine called Nir-Vana. Nir means “No,” “Not,” “No More,” or “Without,” and I already explained what Vana means. The Buddha in essence was challenging long establish Brahmin social order, by telling peasants – commoners – that the Vana they are born into is an illusion and not real, and that by working hard to become “enlightened” they will see that it is not real, and thus transcend the Vana imposed on them from birth which causes them so much suffering. He taught these people to leave Brahmin society all together, and if everyone left Brahmin cities their kingdoms would fall apart. Because the Top Vana needs the bottom Vana. Thus the word Nir-Vana meant the same thing as “Moksha” at the time: Liberation.
Of course, this heretical concept of Nir-Vana wasn’t much liked by the ruling Brahmanist priestly Vana and the Royal Vana. So the Brahmins long ago; after the death of the Buddha; changed the meaning of Nirvana to mean something of a “spiritual” liberation or spiritual struggle to transcend earthly life. It would be like Christian Oligarchic families using their family members in the religious sector to change the meaning of Marx’s idea of “Class Struggle” and “Proletarian Revolution,” to mean a spiritual struggle of proletarians [peasants] so they can obtain liberty in heaven when they die.
Brahmanism may have died out in India, giving way to what today is known as Hinduism. But before it died out, it did spread and colonize all of Southeast Asia from the Indochinese peninsula to the Indonesian islands. Before the Thai and Khmer adopted Buddhism, Brahmanism was the official state religion. When Brahmanism died out in India, it survived in Southeast Asian cultures mixed with the new Buddhism that gradually took hold. My grandmothers, and mom do not describe themselves as “Buddhists” even though they appear Buddhist in every outer way. They don’t eat cow meat, still venerate Vedic gods, and still believes that Preah Proom [Brahma] is the Supreme Being. They call their religion “Preeaman Sasana,” and they refer to their ancestors as “Preeam/priam.” Preeaman Sasana is the Khmer term for Brahmin Religion, and Preeam/Priam is Brahmin.
The Pug Priam are described by them as Bhooch Ariya, or having Jiat Ariya, meaning a Noble [ariya] Breed, or having Noble Essence. Pug is the Khmer vernacular of the Pali “Pugala” which means “Tribe/People/Nation” like the Latin word “Natio.” The Priam are described as having a soft light complexion, flawless skin, well formed face, well proportioned body, tall noses, and fine fingers. Which is why in ancient times a light skinned Priam girl with fine flexible fingers was considered to be sexy, and why apsara dance [royal ballet] focuses on the soft and delicate movement of such fine, flexible, and beautiful fingers. The characteristics of a Priam descendent describes a breed of people who do not work manual labour out side in the sun. But the ancient Priam in the Indochinese peninsula had bred with the light skinned Chinese aristocratic girls that migrated to the area for several hundred years.
And so, peasants are the opposite in look of the Noble Breed. They are darker in skin color, they have the rough hands of a worker, even if they have tall noses, their face is not rightly fit, and their bodies are out of proportion. Their skin is blemished. They are a degenerate and unwholesome breed of humans. Meaning that they are a wild or feral strain of humans, which has not been cultivated to produce refined crops. And those physical markers are outer reflections of their Jiat, or inner nature/essence. It doesn’t matter if a common stock human is living in a feudal system or a republican style nation. Their Jiat, and Ethos makes them what they are. And they express that Jiat in their Ignoble mannerism, in their speech, in their behaviour, in their lack of honour, in their vocabulary and cadence, in the shallowness of their mental capacity, in their need to be told how to think, what to believe, and what and how to do things.
Their breed and kind – in any landmass on earth – for thousands of years have never known the meaning of Honour, Respect, Loyalty, and Duty. It is not in their nature. The Buddha 2500 years ago tried to ennoble them. He invented a way he called the Ariyamagga [Aryan/Noble Way] for these common stock humans so that they may learn to have the Ariya – Arete – of the Noble Breed. But that has been proven to be a failed experiment. No common stock human in any Buddhist country has transcended their Jiat of Peasantry. Instead, they merely turn Buddhism into a religion that appeases their peasant needs: praying for better future life, a way to pray for a pretty wife, even to win at gambling casinos.
Common stock humans even still breed aimlessly without regard for their ancestry, blood, and future progeny. The concept of refinement of blood, or the cultivation of blood is completely alien to them. They think that this long-time constant breeding with random people they fall in love with of different gene pools, means something good or constructive breeding. It’s like taking a dog and constantly breeding each generation with a different breed of dog. Or doing the same with a strain of crops. And I know they have peasant scientists that have ideas about how such peasant ways of breeding are good. They also still raise their children the same way their peasant ancestors do: in small “nuclear families,” as they were raised.
This is not to say that all Black people are ignoble peasants. Even in a racially homogenous nation of Africans, there will be those who have lighter skin, and those with darker skin color. Those with well formed and well proportioned features, and those that are just plain ugly. And almost always, the light skinned ones are in positions of power, and the dark skinned ones are commoners and stupid. I have a friend who is Black, but has the facial and physical features of a high order human, and in company of other Black people [his friends] his level of intelligence and mental capacity can clearly be discerned as being far more sophisticated and functional then the others. If your ancestors had conquered a vast territory and had established a kingdom [self serving “corporation”]; such an establishment required a certain kind or level of intelligence and problem solving skills. After centuries of selective breeding with those of the right level of intelligence and character to perform the task of running kingdoms and nations, your descendent will inherit a noticeable difference in mental capacity then the common peasant.
I was wondering why this was so; why the lighter skinned ones most often dominate their darker skinned counterparts in any long established social order on earth. Recently I read an article about a controversial finding anthropologists discovered. These anthropologists had spent several years studying different peoples and cultures around the world and their mating habits and preferences. They found that almost universally – meaning generally the same in any continent and race – male humans often preferred light skinned females; and oddly, female humans often preferred darker skinned males.
I was wondering why this was so. And I figured that if you were a cave girl in heat and you had to pick a guy to mate with, you would pick a dark skinned guy over a light skinned one. Because you’d know that the light skinned one [lack of melanin] was a lazy bastard who stayed inside his cave all day, and that the dark skinned one [with lots of melanin] was a hard worker who was out in the sun all day. Picking that darker skinned one implies that he may be able to better provide and care for you and your offspring. Then if you were a caveman and you were concerned with your progeny being genetically yours, and always looking over your harem, picking a light skinned girl who stayed in the cave all day, as opposed to a dark skinned girl who wondered out in the fields all day would be a better option.
So if you take that anthropological finding and see kingdoms with it, it can be seen that if guys [war lords] end up in a position of power that they will still be guys and prefer light skinned girls, over dark skinned ones. So that over time the descendents of such ruling classes end up with lighter skin. This was the case with my own ancestors and my family. They refused to breed with dark skinned peasant Thai and Khmer, but the men often married light skinned Chinese immigrant girls.
Reproduction
I was born and raised in California, so there is a part of me that is Westernized. I grew up thinking that my own family bred and married just like all the other people I was raised around. You fell in love with someone, you dated them, and then you marry them and have children. But then when I turned 13 my family made sure I understood that I am not allowed to ever have a boyfriend, talk to boys, phone call boys, write letters to boys, or bring them over to the house. I was allowed to have as many female friends as I wanted and bring as many over for slumber parties. Which is prolly why I turned out the way I did, but that’s a different matter. Then I learned that your elders pick your husbands for you.
Gradually as I grew older and more aware, I started to uncover certain things about my own family that nobody talked about, or at least they forgot to fill me in on the details. It started off with me realizing that no matter how many weddings we go to, I see the same 500 people over and over again who I know were all related to us. I once just had to ask where the other “family” was in these wedding and I was told that there is no “other family.”
Luckily my real mom – the one that gave birth to me – is one of the youngest of her siblings and is the black sheep of the family and doesn’t mind sharing private family matters. This one time I over heard my aunt-mom jokingly saying to her sisters that she ended up marrying her uncle; who is my very own uncle-dad [her husband]. In my family we don’t refer to the spouse/mate of family members as aunts and uncles when speaking of them, even if they are married with children. We call then aunts and uncles only when we directly talk to them out of respect. We refer to them as “the husband of such and such aunt,” or the “wife of such and such uncle.” Being family in my family means you are blood related to one of the grandparents.
So I went to ask my birth mom what my aunt-mom was talking about when she said her husband is her uncle. And my mom said something like: “Oh yeah, your uncle-dad is family. He’s technically a grandpa to you. But they aren’t literally uncle and niece. It’s like your cousin with a father outside of the family had a daughter and one of my cousins married her.” I was like: What?! So I asked her who else was related. And my mom says: “Well, my parents – your birth grandmother and grandfather – are first cousins.” I said: “What the hell, are they all related, what, there’s no “other” people to marry?” And my mom said: “Well what do you do? Back in the old country in the area we lived if you were light skinned and not covered in dirt you were related to great grandfather in someway.”
Then there was this other time when I learned the first names of all my aunts and uncles that I noticed something odd. In my culture it’s disrespectful to call anybody by their name; so I grew up not knowing any names of anybody in my family except for my two moms since I see their names in the mail. Every aunt and uncle had a first name that started with a “So,” all nine of them. I asked my mom but she didn’t know why either. So I went to ask one of my grandpas why every aunt and uncle’s name started with the same two letters.
My grandpa explained that it’s an old aristocratic Chinese tradition, and is called a “Takol,” or “Your Takol.” A Takol is Khmer for a “Pillar,” or a “Post,” as in a sign post. Usually when a Chinese guy in China gains power or becomes very wealthy and is notable, they start a Takol to distinguish their progeny from other people. They usually take a word or name associated with them – which is always a single syllable since most Chinese words are monosyllabic – and they affix that word in the front of the first names of all their children, grand children, and great grand children. Then the other part of your Takol is the family name of the rich Chinese guy associated with his family, which is made as a second last name or “middle name” that is past down from generation to generation also. He said usually you can tell a peasant is a peasant because they have two first names, and an aristocrat usually has two family/clan/last names and a Takol in front of their first names.
A Takol is useful. In a nation or kingdom “corrupt” with rampant nepotism, it is really easy to know who is your kin and who isn’t; because everyone has the same first syllable in their first names and shares one of your two last names. That way you know who to hire and appoint into positions. And it was useful for peasants too because if your Prime Minister had a name that started with a certain Takol and people in your city had the same Takol, you knew they were all blood related. My grandpa said that a Takol was useful in the old days also because it helped elders figure out who to marry you to, to breed the next batch.
I thought it was strange that the only Westerners who practiced this odd type of breeding were dog owners. Kayla’s parents linebreed Daschunds. I didn’t know the English word for this at the time. I was in my last year of high school. I had gone to hang out with Kayla’s parents for a small barbeque and her mom [Paula] was showing me her daschund collection in the kennel. Paula was telling me how they were “pure breeds” and that she “linebreeds” them and sells them. I had never heard the word “linebreeding” before so I asked Paula what it meant. She said that’s when you just mate them with their cousins and mate a good stud with his female relatives, and so on, to end up with dogs of a desired look or trait. That’s when I said: “Oh that’s what it’s called! You do that with your dogs?” Then she said: “Uh oh, Chloe that didn’t sound right. What do you do it with?”
I ended having to explain “things” to everybody that day. But Kayla’s parents were so fascinated [they’re hippies] by it they thought it was cool. Her dad even said: “Wow that’s trippy! I’ve never met a pure bred human before! Wouldn’t that be cool if we could register you with the American Kennel Club!?” So I asked them one day a couple years later if they would take me along with them when they went searching for studs to mate their female daschunds with, to study the process and compare with how my elders did things with people.
The process is very well premeditated and calculated. The initial intent is to find a trait or feature that you want in your daschunds which a stud has. Or the intent is that one of your own dogs have a trait you want to insure gets past down to the next batch and finding a stud with the same trait or feature to mate her with would increase the chance of their offspring having that trait or feature. So Paula would go through all these registrations and paper work with the other person who had a potential stud, to verify their pedigree and authentic pure breed-ness. She’ll ask about the stud’s parents, and how the owner bred the stud.
Then Paula would examine the potential stud’s body and fur down to the smallest detail and toenail, and even curvature of the tail. Then when Paula approves of the stud, she pays the stud’s owner a large sum of money, and a few days later Paula’s chosen female daschund is paired up with the stud and they wait for the two to mate. I’ve never seen two dogs mate before in real life. I always thought they mated “doggy style” like horses. But they mate backwards where once the boy enters the girl and his “knot” expands at the end of his “thing” he climbs off the girl and faces the opposite direction and just stands there. The entire process is very similar to the way the old grannies do things with humans, which I thought was very fascinating [minus the knot et al].
I got to follow a granny of mine – my grandmothers sister – and her husband, and my grandmother on a mission to find the granny’s youngest daughter [whom I call my aunt] a husband since she was old enough to get married. We went to a house I had been to before [of course] which was the granny’s first cousin’s house who had a well bred son with a good pedigree. This uncle [the potential husband] had just come from Thailand as he is a member of the family/clan on the Thailand side.
We first talked to the uncle’s elder parents when he wasn’t home; which is when the business talks takes place when the old people make deals and plan things. The uncle’s parents already knew my granny’s desire to marry her youngest daughter off, as this side of the family had long wanted to marry one of their sons or daughters to somebody on our side for a long time, but the opportunity never arose. In my family/clan and culture/vana, it is not rare for a relative to introduce her 5 year old daughter and hear somebody say: “Oh, she’s beautiful, and your family has quality blood, save her for my son will you?” And they mean it.
The first things the grannies and grandpas talk about is family history, and family tree stuff. Who the parents mother and father and grand parents were, what they did in life, did they own businesses, what offices in government they may have worked. How they are related to either one of the Thai kings or one of the Noble families/clans in Thailand or Cambodia; what all of their assets consists of, how many children they had, what all of their children do for a living, if they have any family members suspected of committing crimes or indecent behaviour; do they have a problem in their family with gambling, drinking, poverty, etc. If they have any known medical conditions, history of deformity in their line, or mental retardation; the amount of money or estate that is increased or lost between one generation to the next [ethos]; what each member of that side of the family has accomplished in life; and lastly if they have any known history of one of their ancestors being part peasant. Each side of the family gets to interrogate the other.
After the first day of old people talks we drive home and my grandmother teaches me about the ancient traditions of such methods of breeding and picking mates. She explains to me that the next day we return to inspect the son for his look, the way he carries himself, his mannerism, his demeanor, his vocabulary [the register he speaks], his character, his level of honour and respect, his facial features, his job, his financial history, his businesses, his tax records [to see how much he makes per annum], his wardrobe, the company he keeps [friends and associates], their manner of work, and the residents of such associates. Then you do something called “Saket-Mer” with these associates. Saket means some like to spy on or investigate and Mer means to watch or look. This is because a man can lie about his nature in words and speech, but what he manifest in life and the nature of his associates are a reflection of his inner Jiat which he cannot hide [like attracts like].
The old grannies and grandpas know this Chinese way of reading a person’s potential and character by looking at people’s faces, by the way a person walks, and stuff. It’s like palm reading, but the face and its contour and features are “read” instead. They can literally tell by the shape of your forehead, eyebrow ridges, cheeks, smile, and way you walk etc if you are an artist, writer, corporate manager type, political type, or a slut and so on. My grandma said that in the old days, families of the son required additional proof of virginity if the girl is suspected to be of questionable morals, by actual physically examining the girl’s genitalia. I asked my grandma in a teasing manner after she told me this: “I’m a virgin, right grandma?”
We went back the next day to see the uncle. This time the old people spoke only Thai since he speaks more Thai. So I didn’t understand anything. But later my grandmother explained to me that they interrogated him about his entire history since childhood, what type of friends he had, where he sat in a classroom, what his grades were, what his interests were, how many girlfriends he has had [always answer none], if he is college educated, what his major is, if he is better at business than school, what his business was; and if he can support and provide for the aunt and their future children, because the grannies and elders don’t want any of their females working a job of any kind since its unbecoming and a disgrace to a reputable family to have one of their girls needing to work a job for money. Then the grandpas asked him these trick psychological questions to determine his inner state of mind and stuff
Then after that the son’s parents comes over to my aunt’s house to inspect and “vet” her. Except a girl has it easy. She doesn’t need a job or a financial history of any kind, or even an education. They look at the girl’s body, and features, and family values. The son’s parents would check my aunt out and they would talk to each other with my aunt’s parents like they were at a car lot shopping a car, just saying things right in front of her like: “Yes, we like the size of her breasts, they’re not obscenely huge, but the right size to nurse children with.”
The girls get asked a lot of weird question which helps the son’s parents determine the strength of her family bond and family values. For instance they asked her: “If you had a choice of moving out into a house your husband bought or living with your husband with us or your parents which would you pick?” If a girl says she’d move out with her husband then that is a red flag [to us], which hints that the girl may be the type prone to falling for men and loving outsiders more than their family.
Another simple question they asked my aunt was: “Tell us as honestly as you can; in the depth of your heart, do you desire a husband or do you desire children?” If a girl says she desires a husband or wants to be loved by a man, then her heart and intention is in the wrong place, which reveals that her heart and inner nature’s family/tribal/clan bonds may be weak. Then they asked her: “Let us say that one day your husband is in the hospital for some reason and he called you to visit him. Then your sister or child calls you a few minutes later needing your help for a few minutes. What would you do?” If you answer saying that you tell your sister or child you can’t help because you need to go visit your husband in the hospital then you suggest that you place your husband above your own family and children, which is undesirable. The right answer is to quickly help the sister or child, then visit the husband.
This may seem petty, to make big issues of a girl’s family orientation and bond, but a girl [as mother] is the primary source of a child’s culture and ethos. And so, if a girl with weak familial bonds raises a child, that child will be corrupted with a weak loyalty, devotion, and bond for the family, which over time – after several generations – will disrupt and destroy the cohesion and coherency of the family/clan. A family/clan that has worked hard over centuries to gain wealth, power, status, etc, by their coherent organization, cannot afford to have that coherency fractured or everything is lost, and you end up at the bottom of the pile used and exploited, by those more organized and coherent.
So then after all of that the two families arranges to eat dinner together at one of their houses, so that the girl and boy can see each other. Traditionally it’s always at the girl’s house, with the potential husband as the guest. On that day the potential wife – my aunt in this case – cooks and serves everybody. While she’s serving she checks out the guy, and the guy checks out her look, how she walks, her demeanor, etc, and gets to taste her cooking skills and domestic skills. Because my aunt’s side does not want her working a job, and so the husband knowing he will have to take care of her forever wants to know he’s getting his money’s worth [he’ll be paying a large fee for her].
After dinner when the son’s family leave, the final question is asked to the potential wife [my aunt]. Her parents asks her if she “approves” of him. But they use the words “Bhing Chet.” Bhing means “Full,” or “Filled,” as when your cup is full of water it is Bhing. Chet is the vernacular for Chitta/Citta – your unconscious mind, psyche, Heart/Mind. They don’t ask her if she likes the guy, or can see herself falling in love with him. Such feelings are irrelevant.
When something “bhing’s your chet” it makes you feel “whole’ inside. Like when a guy goes to a car lot and sees the car of his dreams and says: “That’s me!” Or when he the girl of his dreams and says: “That’s me! That’s the one. She makes me feel whole/complete.” It is more of a wordless and primal feeling which is not love.
It is something we inherited from animals. Animals don’t “fall in love.” After the boy animals displays their colors and plumes for on looking girls to watch him, one of the girls will see him, and her chitta – her unconscious inner being – feels a feeling of completeness and she’ll accept the male as a mate. It has nothing to do with crushes, infatuation, or love. Love develops after, and infatuations are nothing to build a relationship on.
If she approves because she feels complete, then the two families will give them permission to see each other as boyfriend and girlfriend for a few months to actually get to know each other. Then they are married. If she rejects the boy because she doesn’t “feel it,” then the boy is rejected, and the girl’s parent’s looks for a new man all over. But the girl is not allowed to choose ever. Because she simply cannot see things objectively in such situations of love and romance. She is young, inexperience, with strong untamed emotions. Her fleeting feelings cannot be trusted as a judge of a person’s value and character. In such cases where a girl belongs to an upper Vana clan, if her young fleeting infatuations, and crushes, and romantic feeling are permitted to chose her husband, the family and clan will eventually fracture, and thus risk losing their status, power, and wealth.
It is ignorant and unproductive to base the foundation of a clan or kingdom on the fleeting untamed feelings of a girl [or boy]. Foundation as in the sense that the Clan is the foundation and building block of a kingdom. For a family or clan which has the duty of maintaining the structure of empires, kingdoms, nations, or large corporations, and wealth; Intelligence and mindful thinking is the rule by which all actions are measured, so that the end result in time is positive/constructive. Only a peasant and their incoherent families – which have no real responsibility of holding the state structure together, maintaining estates, power, wealth, or collective vision – can afford to aimlessly breed, and be led on wild goose chases by untamed emotions.
End Results
Actions as they say speak louder then words. Or as the other saying goes: the proof is in the pudding. Marriage in America is a failed concept these days. Almost every other person I know comes from broken, single parent homes.
I have 8 aunts and uncles in total. All of them – which latter included my birth mother – went thru this process of getting their mate’s picked for them. None of them after they got married have ever divorced. Sure they have normal arguments and husband-wife fights, but they are all still happy and married. I have one grandpa living here who is a brother of my grandmother who has three wives. They aren’t his legal wives as this country doesn’t recognize polygamy. But in our culture, they are his wives. He is 80 and the four of them have been living together for 50 years. I have another grandpa who has 5 wives and 19 sons and daughters. His wives have never left him and they have all lived together for as long as I was borne.
Why is it, or how is it that a man can maintain a healthy and happy relationship and marriage with 5 wives, when the average peasant couple can’t even maintain a marriage with one person? How is it that a family of 1 father, 5 mothers and 19 sons and daughters, and 31 grandchildren can function as a working family; but yet the average peasant nuclear family [if they still exist] are typically dysfunctional? The answer is so simple it’ll fly right over the heads of a peasant: 1) Ethos & 2) Honour.
The Ethos of devotion, duty, loyalty, collective effort, coupled with Honour, respect, and reverence is the glue that hold a clan and imperium together. It also is the force and power of militaries and mafias. These things have the power to materialize wealth, status, power, empires, and corporations. They have the power to manifest collective will. Every human of Noble Birth and Order knows of Ethos and Honour the world over. Every peasant in any country are alien to such concepts. Both ways of living visibly and causally materializes a mode of existence. Those with honour to one another, duty to set traditions, loyalty to their own, collective effort end up living well. Those that lack such end up at the bottom, exploited, abused, and suffering. In the end we each deserve the life, condition, and Vana we were born in. It is nobody’s fault but your own and your ancestor’s that you suffer and are exploited. The question then becomes, in knowing your condition and how such condition came into being: Can you change things aeonically?
It amazes me how this “secret” is written in such plain “English” but yet nobody seems to get it. While these common stock humans whine and prattle on about their individualism and independence and revel in their lack of culture, manners, and honour; those powerful and wealthy families above their Vana live life differently.
Not only are families in the top Vana larger and more collective and organizes; but such large families are often interconnected by marriage, and financial bonds together, and pool their wealth and resources. It wasn’t your average peasant stock family that invested money into the West Indies Company or the Hudson Bay Company long ago which became Nation-States. It’s not the average mundane Suzi Q America and her hubris husband that invests money in large corporations today. Top Vana families in any country in the past were large, and they still are large today. While the families of peasants and serfs were usually not collective in Nature. Just because America is a republic and not a kingdom, and just because a peasant can now vote, doesn’t mean anything about the structure of Vanas has changed.
Each Vana’s Ethos and Way of Life has its causal fruit. The Top Vana people live an ease life, have more longer lasting marriages, healthier families, are physically healthier. While common stock humans live a life of daily struggle to survive [survival of the fittest mentality is borne from this], are borne in broken dysfunctional homes, end up in failed relationships, become suppressed, repressed, oppressed, depressed, diseased, suicidal, and mentally ill. All because of Ethos and Honour or the lack of such. You can almost hear the mundane Satanists whine about their individual freedom, and how its major conformity to have people pick your mates, control your life, and tell you what to do. Is it all worth it? Perhaps it is to the individual peasant.
Peasants are like cows and sheep. They are livestock. Feed your cows, give them a barn to sleep in, a cow wife to have sex with, give them beer, and some entertainment, and they will be happy living out their bovine existence producing milk and meat, until they die. They have no care about the future, about their future progeny, about the condition of life their grand children will be living in. As long they get to do what they want and appease their selfish – self oriented – weltanschauung and inner nature, they are content. Think about it. How many slaves, serfs, peasants, and commoners in any country on earth since city-states have been invented have lived their entire lives labouring the best of their years for their kings, nobles, priests, and oligarchies? Have their bloodlines ever liberated themselves from such Jiat and Vana during the thousands of years that have past by?
There is a saying in my family that goes: “When the time is right, a rooster knows how to find his place.” If you think about a chicken coop, you’ll see that there is a natural Vana system or “pecking order” that governs the chicken coop. A farmer has no need to establish or interfere with this natural Vana system. It is self regulating. A dominant rooster will walki around and impregnate random hens. And so such chicks grow up in such coops in society of other chickens of different ranks. The dominant rooster has no need to collect his children he sired to his rank and order. Even if they are raised by low ranking hens, if they have the Jiat of the dominant rooster, they will eventually work at climbing rank to be in their rightful Vana. While the spawn of low ranking roosters will forever remain at the bottom of the order.
And it is the same way in Human social order. There will be times when a Noble person will lose Honour and Ethos because he or she has become enslaved by their conscious passions, and what actions are borne from such loss of Ethos and Honour casts them down to lower ranks. Where they will breed with peasants and condemn their seed and blood to become bound to the peasant Vana. Such people have been condemned by Nature to no longer have any genetic, memetic, religious, military, or political influence on her Humans; otherwise her Humans would in time degenerate into extinction. Then there will from time to time be borne in the lower Vana those who have been born with Ethos and Honour and Noble Will. Such people will in time do whatever it is in their power and effort to climb to the Top to be where they belong. At the Top of the Human pyramid. At the genetic, memetic, religious, military, or political Helm of Humanity.
One good example of this is a story my elders told me of how the Ming Dynasty in China started. The progenitor of the Ming Dynasty was born to peasant parents and later in life became a Mahayana Buddhist monk. The political situation during his years of manhood was in turmoil, and so this peasant monk took advantage of the fractured condition of the empire. He established secret societies where he and his loyal men manipulated the peasantry with Buddhist teachings that were taught in such a way that it produced in the peasantry a sense of fighting for their freedom. In time a civil war broke out, and this peasant Buddhist monk led his side to war with the aged old world dynasty. The peasant Buddhist monk and his men won. He set himself up as the supreme ruler and emperor of all of China, and his Dynasty was the greatest period for China filled with innovative technology, knowledge, new learning, new military skills, etc.
So Nature has Her own ways and methods of insuring that Top grade and high quality genes are successively passed down from generation to generation. And that those who have proven themselves worthy in the arena of Life influences the species. Nature’s method of rank and order, and selective breeding has been time tested on earth for 4 billion years. You can philosophically and intellectually disagree with Nature; but you cannot destroy what laws Nature has past.
I basically wrote this essay for two reason. First to show that even when they are “free” and living in a democratic nation, peasants still think like peasants. It can be seen in not only their character and behaviour, and abhorrence for numinous things as Honour, Loyaly, Duty, and Reverence; but their essence can be seen in their writings they fill the internet with. It can be seen that their common stock blood and Nature influenced how they live their lives, and we can see upon closer examination that such ways of life are killing them off.
The second reason is for the ONA. If we seek to disrupt or destroy this system out of existence to create a better one in the distant future, then we need to actually know who we are fighting. The government apparatus is only management level. What pictures such government invokes in the people of what a State is, is just propaganda: the image of a nation-state they want you to see and believe in. It would do nothing productive to declare war on such illusory phantoms of the State. There are old families up beyond the government apparatus that maintain the system’s structure.
There are in this light, different ways of approaching our ONA long term aims and objectives. One approach is within our reach: the understanding of the causal manifestation of proper Ethos and Honour, coupled with organized tribalism or a clannish Way of Life. Another means to Dark Imperium is intelligent selective breeding. This idea in the West has been beaten out of the minds of peasants by Magian propaganda. We often hear about how “Hitler’s” idea of “Eugenics” was a failed experiment with no scientific foundation. But what do peasants know of such things beside what they are told? The idea did not arise from Hitler. It has been practiced by every dynasty and royal family since the dawn of the Egyptian Kingdom. It is still not unheard of for a Thai king to have married and bred with one of his half sisters.
“Sinister” meaning the “Left” and “Satan/as” meaning “Adversarial” all together in the ONA should imply and suggest to us that our Sinister Way means a Way which is opposite and adversarial to the Way of mundane peasants. However they live, believe, and breed, we must do the opposite of: If we are each genuinely not mundane in blood and deed. Evolution is Willed. It is a choice you make and something you actualize or materialize causally in life. Perhaps not for your own self, but more so for those you or we will one day sire and spawn. Like attracts like. And when alikes come together, a tribal Ethos will naturally congeal over time. When that happens it is just a matter of having the Honour of living within the bond of Duty to traditions/Ways and Loyalty to our own, for the purpose of materializing a condition and Life we all may benefit from. The very word Cosmos ultimately comes from the ancient Greek word suggesting Order. It is from that Order that Life comes into being. It is from Order – organization, coherency, cohesion – that Power and Will is precenced in the causal world of experience. What exactly does the word “Order’ in Order of Nine Angles suggest to the Drecc? Are we capable of Order?
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