Who is Aryan? An Introduction

An Introduction to Who is Aryan

November 2013

(Edited/Updated 27 February 2018)

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Who is Aryan isn't a matter of opinion: it is a matter of historical and biological fact. 

"Aryan" is a word that comes from the ancient and now dead language known as Sanskrit. The word translates into English literally as "noble one", and was the title given to our Ancestors, ancient White-European peoples who had migrated into areas such as Persia and India, because of the nature of their character and behavior - the manner in which they conducted themselves.

Even during battle our Ancestors were reported to have been more noble and honorable, and exercised the highest degree of maturity and discretion. They exercised fair judgement and remained civilized at all times, and never lowered themselves to the standards of the savage peoples that they conquered.

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To answer the question directly: An Aryan is anyone of Indo-European racial stock who happens to live by higher standards than basic human beings. "Aryan" denotes a race as well as quality of character. To be Aryan one has to be what we today call "White", and they have to be noble and honorable in addition.

Aryan is not limited to blond or red hair, or to blue or green eyes. Aryan is White-European, no matter where they may have traveled, lived, or settled over the course of the last 35-thousand years. Aryans live in America, Canada, Europe, South Africa, Australia, and even in some small regions of Central and South America; as well as areas of Asia and the Middle East.

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Aryan means a White person who is noble, honorable, mature, decent, and wholesome. 

Aryan means one who strives for a higher civilization, one as far removed from non-Aryan savagery as earthly possible.

To be Aryan means to better than average, to reject mediocrity. To be Aryan means to rise above primitiveness.

Hidden, Lost, and Forgotten

Hidden, Lost, and Forgotten

17 December 2008

(edited/updated 2 December 2017)

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The White race today is a lost and forgotten city: overgrown by wild weeds and ivy vines. The stone walls of our city, nearly unrecognizable, are covered by moss and mold, and are filled with many cracks. 

Tall trees with wild and untamed branches shroud over ancient castles and temples, casting a shadow over the boundaries of our city. So long has it been since the Sun has shone its benevolent golden rays down upon the stones of our ancient city...

Lost and forgotten, our city grows old and is decayed by weather and time. Birds make nests and raise their young in the empty regions of the foundations of our race. Still so beautiful even though so overgrown...

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Our greatest enemies know the exact location of our lost city, and they hide it from us by every means. They build fences and walls to keep us out of our city...and in the cages they have built for us.

But from time to time a wanderer of our race stumbles upon the broken stone and rusted iron entrance to our lost world. Amazed and dazzled he wanders about in the streets and alleys of our ancestors. He runs through fields and swims in streams. He climbs hills and ventures through dark caves. Tears fill his eyes as he takes in the majesty of this lost world...he knows in his heart that he is now home. 

He tears at the ivy and moss to reveal the beautiful stones. He sees the inscriptions left by the ancients and knows what he must do. A mission has been given to him by his newfound consciousness. 

He ventures back to the city of the enemy to gather groups of people so that he might guide them back to the hidden location, so they might witness the lost city of our race.

A forgotten consciousness grows conscious again in their hearts and they all know where they must go. 

In that forgotten city, consumed by vegetation, they found the truth. In that lost world their consciousness was awakened and they remembered that they are Aryans. And so they take up the fight to take back their racial consciousness from the enemies who are holding them psychologically captive. 

A leader shows himself to the lost Aryans and the war begins.

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The last man to stumble upon the ruins of our forgotten city of Aryan racial consciousness was perhaps the greatest living being that has yet to grace this planet: his name was Adolf Hitler. He found the city of our racial consciousness, cleared it of the wild and overgrown vegetation, and made it livable for our people once again. 

But once again it was stolen from us. Now it remains as it was: hidden away under moss and mold, under weeds and choked by ivy vines. Again the consciousness of our Aryan race remains a forgotten city to our people...

National Socialism: Not Just For Germany

National Socialism Was and is NOT Just For Germany

All quotes are from Adolf Hitler's Mein Kampf - HM edition, RM translation:

"The National Socialist movement has the mightiest task to fulfill... It must make certain that in our country, at least, the mortal enemy is recognized and that the fight against him becomes a gleaming symbol of brighter days, to show other nations the way to the salvation of an embattled Aryan humanity."

- Volume 2, chapter 13, page 640

"We must not allow the greater racial community to be torn asunder by the differences of the individual peoples. The struggle that rages today is for very great aims. A culture combining millenniums and embracing Hellenism and Germanism is fighting for its existence."

- Volume 2, chapter 2, page 423

"The right of personal freedom recedes before the duty to preserve the race."

- Volume 1, chapter 10, page 255

"What we must fight for is to safeguard the existence and reproduction of our race and our people, the sustenance of our children, and the purity of our blood, the freedom and independence of the fatherland, so that our people may mature for the fulfillment of the mission allotted it by the creator of the universe."

- Volume 1, chapter 8, page 214

"As National-Socialists, we see our program in our flag. In the red we see the social idea of the Movement, in the white the nationalistic idea, in the Swastika the mission of the struggle for the victory of Aryan Man, and by the same token, the victory of the idea of creative work, which as such always has been and always will be anti-Semitic."

- Volume 2, chapter 7, page 496-497

"...only the man who combats this mortal enemy of our nation and of all Aryan humanity and culture most effectively may expect to see the slanders of this race and the struggle of this people directed against him."

- Volume 1, chapter 12, page 352

"...the highest aim of human existence is not the preservation of a state, let alone a government, but the preservation of the species."

- Volume 1, chapter 3, page 96

An Illustration: The Tree and The Vine

A Metaphor: The Tree and The Vine

10 November 2017

(an old idea of mine, but only now written out)

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Nature teaches you everything you need to know about the reality of life. There are only so many modes for living beings, and so those modes can be seen repeating themselves throughout the natural world. This is how conscious beings like us are taught by Nature: we observe these repeating patterns and we act accordingly.

Here I will illustrate how, through something as simple as a tree and a vine, Nature teaches us some of the most important wisdom in which we, as conscious human beings, need to be aware of in order to survive on this planet.

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The tree is a singular sovereign entity. It is comprised of many different parts, but are all of the same tree none the less. The leaves are as much the tree as the roots. They are different parts, but they are of the same living entity.

The tree has many different branches, from which grow many leaves. Though the leaves may grow from different branches, they are all leaves of the same tree. Here is where Nature teaches us about the nature of race and cultures: Whites...Aryans...may be of many different tribes, nations, cultures, etc. - of different branches - but we are all of the same race. We are merely the individual leaves which have grown from the myriad of branches which are all of the same tree: our racial-Ancestral tree. We are the product of the roots, the trunk, and the branches.

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Through the vine Nature continues to teach us about the nature of life.

The vine attaches itself to the tree so that it might grow tall and lofty at its expense. The vine cannot grow into the heights on its own. Without the tree, the vine would be destined only to die in the shadows of the canopy...wasting away as it crawled about on the earthy floor of the forest.

The vine has a body of sorts, but nothing like the trunk or branches of the tree. The vine also produces leaves... The vine clings close to the tree's body, pressing so tightly that it eventually becomes indistinguishable from it. This is the nature of the vine: it deceives so that it might steal the sunlight from those it pretends to be.

The vine slinks its way into the heights of the tree to sprout its leaves amongst the leaves of the tree's canopy. The vine moves slowly and patiently, calculating its every advance: too slowly and it will not survive...too quickly and it might destroy the host before the host can take it into the heights. Slowly and patiently the vine makes its way into the treetop to push its leaves in amongst the native leaves of the tree.

The leaves of the vine pretend to be the leaves of the tree, and they do it so well that the leaves cannot tell the difference. Even when they suspect something is odd or off about the leaves of the vine, the vine's leaves say "We are the same, I assure you. We are merely of a different branch." And by the time the leaves of the vine have pressed deep into the leaves of the canopy, the tree has grown too tall for the leaves to see the ground: The leaves of the tree cannot see that the leaves of the vine stem from foreign roots...

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Nature shows us this. Through even just this one example, Nature teaches us about the relationship of living beings.

Our tree, the White-Aryan race, produces many branches - many tribes, nations, cultures - which produce their own leaves, but they are all leaves of the same tree none the less...all individuals of the same race.

The vine pretends to be of our tree, of our race, so that it might rise at the expense of our efforts, steal the sunlight of our heights, to drain us of our ability to live a sovereign existence. Nature reveals these truths to us so that we might learn from them, so that we might be aware of possible dangers or threats, and so that we might be aware of the methods those threats use to operate.

The White-Aryan race is being consumed by a toxic and deadly vine. This vine pretends to be White-Aryan like us. Our tree has grown so large and so high that it is virtually impossible for our leaves to see the ground below. Most of our people cannot see that this vine is not of our roots...that this vine is not one of us...that this vine is the most vile and malicious sort of invasive creatures.

This vine that has thoroughly infiltrated our tree of White-Aryan race is that of our most ancient and primeval enemy: The vine is the eternal Jew.

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Nature gives us these examples so that we might become conscious of the natural order. There can be no lasting civilization that is built on anything other than a foundation of Nature-consciousness. Nature is the foundation and fabric of all existence. In her countless examples throughout the natural world she shows us how to go about life in this existence. It is our duty to observe Nature's reality and to act accordingly.

National Socialism: The Path

National Socialism: The Path

(Still a work in progress)

28 October 2017

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National Socialism: a Path, not a Destination

In ancient Vedic tradition they called their worldview Sanatana Dharma, which translates from Sanskrit into English as "Eternal Natural Order/Way". Their worldview was a path which led to a destination. The path was called Yoga. The destination was called Vedanta. Yoga literally means "the path", and Vedanta translates as "the end of all knowledge", which we can consider to be something like enlightenment. They considered their worldview a journey which had a destination.

In order to properly comprehend the true depth and gravity of National Socialism it has to be viewed the same way: it's not the destination - it's the path toward the destination. National Socialism is the Yoga which leads to Vedanta. National Socialist Vedanta is Racial Enlightenment.

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Limitations of the Title

The name "National Socialism" tends to interfere with people's ability to understand the worldview. The name really does not do the philosophy any real justice. National Socialism is a philosophy, a worldview, but it has a modern political title because the mode of social development in the modern age happens to be entirely political. Had National Socialism come to life in an era of philosophy instead of politics it would most certainly have been called something entirely different, perhaps something along the lines of "Racial Naturism" or something to that effect.

National Socialism's original purpose was to establish a nation, and eventually an entire human civilization, on the natural order - every aspect of civilization stemming from consciousness of Nature.

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Nationalism as Natural Order

Ancient-Soul Searching

Ancient-Soul Searching: The Spirit of The Aryan Race

(The Callings)

17 September 2012

(Edited 25 October 2017)

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In countless expressions it can be seen: a deep, primal yearning for the connection to the roots of our race's identity. 

Do you not also see it?

Between the lines can be read the words which cry out to the spirit of Ancestors, of every tribe of our ancient race. Embedded in every expression there is a desperate calling to the origins of our soul...that such a re-connection might show us the way to freedom, and to that which is familiar: To show us the direction to a tearful reunion.

Can you not also hear the cry in a thousand different voices, in a thousand different expressions?

Does not your own heart also cry out as so many others do?, this crying out for that ancient and sacred place...of that which we once knew, but that which is now long ago forgotten? 

Consciously or subconsciously, something deep within our people has been calling out to that place of ancient familiarity from whence we came: Back to that ancient and mysterious time before the decline of our race resulted in the onset of spiritual amnesia.

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Perhaps our ancient Ancestors, too, were searching for something, and that is why they trekked the entire earth and sailed every ocean. Maybe there is some truth behind the myths of Atlantis and Hyperborea...maybe our Ancestors have been searching for their original homeland that was lost to them thousands of years before... 

Perhaps that is why the Norsemen spent most of their lives at sea, and why the Vedics spent so much time in transcendent meditation, and why the Druids spent their lives searching out the properties of every root and plant and herb...and why every ancient people, from the Inca, to the Egyptians, to the Greeks, and to the Norsemen, kept their gaze fixed upon the starry night sky - but only they were not consciously aware of it... They were all driven by subconscious forces: the Ancestral memory: the echoes of their Ancestors whispered in the depths of their soul.

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Your essence as an Aryan was not born in this lifetime, thus it will always be searching and seeking for that something that we can hardly consciously know.

It is that something that keeps philosophers philosophizing, spiritualists meditating, wonderers wondering, and explorers exploring...

The Allegory of The Mountain

The Climb and the Climber: The Pursuit of Enlightenment

(The Pursuit of Philosophy)

2 April 2014

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From where does one see the farthest? From where does one have the greatest field of view? The answer is: from on high. 

The higher up one goes, the farther they can see and the more they can see in total. But to get up high is no meager task: one must be willing to endure the struggle and the dangers of the climb. The climb is itself a task, and it is a task in which many great things can be learned and discovered. The climb is beautiful and it is tiring, and the further up one goes the colder it gets and the amount of ground lessens. The climb eventually reaches the pinnacle, for all mountains end in a peak.

One may also grow dizzy or weary along the way, looking down from so high up. One must be hard inside and out in order to endure the climb.

There are many dynamics to the Climb or the Ascent. One must be prepared to adapt to the ever-changing nature of the great Mountain of Enlightenment if ever they wish to survive and reach its peak. However, they can also choose merely to climb up a small portion in order to gain a little bit more view, and descend to be back on the ground below. It is not necessary to make the climb: the climb is not for everyone.

The higher up one climbs, the more they will be able to see. The more they are able to see, the more they will be able to know. The more they are able to know, the greater will be their peace - as they will understand Life better than ever before: they will develop a more powerful sense of logic and reason, of patience and stoicism, and of comprehension. The climb changes every climber: some for the better, some for the worse. Some climbers grow in strength along with insight, but other climbers grow only in despair and wounds. The climb is dangerous and can cause injury.

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"The higher one soars, the smaller they appear to those who cannot fly"

The higher up one climbs, the farther they go from those at the bottom. They climb and they climb, and they see what was not seeable from the ground below. Their eyes begin to open, and they quite often feel compelled to shout back down to those who remained below. At first it is a joyous and beautiful thing: the climber grows in insight and he relays his vision back down to the people, and the people grow in knowledge along with the climber. But the higher the climber climbs, the more difficult it becomes for those at the bottom to hear him; and the longer the climber remains at such heights, the more estranged he becomes from his people: eventually his shouting sounds like a foreign language, and his distant movements appear to be the movements of a foreign body.

Eventually the climber will enter into a phase of loneliness as he ascends toward the heights. There are not many other climbers on the great Mount, and the few others there are tend to view the climb as a competition: they flee higher and faster in the presence of a fellow climber, or they try to hinder his climb. The prolonged loneliness renders the climbers bitter and hard, and eventually the climbers may very well end up fighting each other for ground - for the higher up one climbs, the less ground there is to stand upon. 

The people from whom the climber comes distrust the climber, and the climber does not understand why. The climber becomes hard from long days of ascending stone walls and from rough nights sleeping on stone ground. But, all the while he grows ever more enlightened: he climbs higher and he sees more and more of the world. He climbs higher and higher, and he grows closer to the sun. The world he sees with his eyes grows exponentially, but the world upon which his hands and feet make contact shrinks even faster. The climb is a peak and it must come to an end somewhere.

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"Let not the wise who sees the All disturb the mind of the unwise who sees not the All"

The Climb is a sacrifice, even if one truly enjoys climbing. The climb may bring great overflowing joy, but it will leave the climber lonely and distant and uncertain about those he wishes to trust. The climb is not a joke or a game to be tampered with: it is a life-altering endeavor that must be approached with the uttermost respect and humility. For one to make a true ascent, one must be willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good. One must be willing to struggle through difficult conditions and circumstances: they must be willing to tear their hands and feet raw on cold stones: they must be willing to give their blood to the great Mount of Enlightenment. 

The higher one climbs, the more they will be able to see. The more they are able to see, the more they will be able to know. The more they know, the greater will be their responsibility to utilize such knowledge and determine what to do with it. It is senseless to try shouting all the way back to the ground for those that no longer have the proper ears for your words: you must speak to those whose ears are eager for the Heights. It is no easy task determining who has the proper ears: this sense of people comes with time.

Climbing up may, at first thought, seem the most dangerous thing, but, in the end, one discovers that climbing back down is even more dangerous; and trying to return to your people an enlightened being after having taken in the view from the highest peak is by far the most dangerous thing. No one comes back down from the Mount the same person they went up as. The world may accept them and embrace their change, or the world may cast them out if they fail to recognize him. 

Sometimes the climber descends a harder man than before, and sometimes he descends a more fragile man. Sometimes the climber returns home unable to bear the world he once knew, and sometimes he is unable to bear himself: sometimes he does not recognize that world, and sometimes he does not recognize himself. The results are not always the same for every climber or every climb.

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Be willing to climb, be willing to support those who wish to climb, or be willing to support an existence which goes nowhere.