The fallibility of “Being Oneself” – Julius Evola


After discussing in concise and articulate terms, as Evola is want to do, the multitudinous nature of a man’s identity or ‘self’, the author addresses the inherent fragility of man’s self-identity, a trait of which all of us in the modern world are only too well aware:

“One can see now how problematic is the very point that has hitherto seemed fixed: fidelity to oneself, the absolute, autonomous law based on one’s own “being,” when it is formulated in general and abstract terms. Everything is subject to debate – a situation accurately exemplified by characters in Dostoyevsky, like Raskolnikov or Stavrogin. At the moment when they are thrown back on their own naked will, trying to prove it to themselves with an absolute action, they collapse; they collapse precisely because they are divided beings, because they are deluded concerning their true nature and their real strength. Their freedom is turned against them and destroys them; they fail at the very point at which they should have reaffirmed themselves – in their depths they find nothing to sustain them and carry them forward. We recall the words of Stavrogin’s testament: “I have tested my strength everywhere, as you advised me to do in order to know myself… What I have never seen, and still do not see, is what I should apply my strength to. My desires lack the energy; they cannot drive me. One can cross the river on a log, but not on a splinter.” The abyss wins out over Stavrogin, and his failure is sealed by suicide.
The same problem evidently lurks at the centre of Nietzsche’s doctrine of the will to power. Power in itself is formless. It has no sense without the basis of a given “being,” an internal direction, an essential unity. When that is wanting, everything slides back into chaos. “Here is the greatest strength, but it does not know what it is for. The means exist, but they have no end.”
… the phenomenon of remorse is closely linked to the situation of a divided and self-contradictory being. Remorse occurs, when despite everything, a central tendency survives in the being and reawakens after actions that have violated or denied it, arising from secondary impulses that are not strong enough to completely supplant it. Guyau speaks in this sense of a morality “that is none other than the unity of the being,” and an immorality that, “on the contrary, is a splitting, an opposition of tendencies that limit one another.”

This portion of Evola’s work, Ride the Tiger, struck me as extremely pertinent to the current age. All around us on a societal level we see contradiction, confusion, and ultimately multiple competing attempts of individuals to define their own identities through outward actions that challenge the identities of others, and perhaps other parallel identities of their own.

Simultaneously, on the individual level, the emphasis is on self-improvement or self-discovery and self-fulfilment. The ideal man is seen to be one who has achieved an internal consistency or harmony, which is said to ultimately lead to the ‘happy life’. The evil man is said to be fraught with inconsistency and therefore suffers in his own prison of continual misery, perpetually forced to ask himself the question “who am I?”. However as Evola points out, in the current age of such strife on the collective level, and in which individuals are effectively cast adrift, asked to find themselves as separate from any outside guidance, inconsistency has become the norm as opposed to the exception. In addition, it is apparent that consistency of action and morality are not necessarily one and the same. Often to do the virtuous thing, one must act against one’s base nature. On the other hand, it is possible for those who carry out virtuous acts to do them for non-virtuous reasons.

The irony does not escape me of including this piece: The blog is after all named Freedom in the UK, and this is in effect the beginnings of an argument formed in opposition to an unchallenged freedom for mankind. For this reason, I will perhaps consider renaming the blog.

The more that I find myself researching the Alt Right, and far right ideology, the more I lean towards the idea that nationalism should precede freedom, or more that one cannot exist without the other. For what good is freedom if it serves ultimately to destroy free individuals. Some temperance is required. As an objectivist, for the most part, especially metaphysically and epistemologically, I see that Evola holds much of the same criticisms of Nietzsche’s worldview as did Rand; namely that his ‘will’ is insubstantial, mystical, and as Evola points out inherently insufficient a force alone to drive the human engine. Where Rand would have the difficulty with Evola’s ideas is likely in his emphasis on Tradition; however, I am increasingly of the view that this falls under the category of Ayn Rand’s notion of ‘rational self-interest’. I am increasingly of the belief that it is in man’s rational self-interest to have a degree of collectivism within his own nation, and even more so, for there to be hierarchy in society outside of the mere economic.


On Language in the British Isles

Successive waves of Nordics entering into England brought and spread their Celtic languages, Teutonic languages, and later Roman languages.

The following is an interesting passage taken from Madison Grant’s work, “The Passing of the Great Race”. In the passage, Grant summarises the linguistic history of the peoples inhabiting the British Isles, and charts how linguistic evolution corresponded to racial changes that took place on the island.

“The first Aryan languages known in western Europe were the Celtic group which first appears west of the Rhine about 1000 B.C.

Only a few dim traces of Pre-Aryan speech have been found in the British Isles, and these largely in place names. The Pre-Aryan language of the Pre-Nordic population of Britain may have survived down to historic times as Pictish.

In Britain, Celtic speech was introduced in two successive waves, first by the Goidels or “Q” Celts, who apparently appeared about 800 B.C. and this form exists to this day as Erse in western Ireland, as Manx of the Isle of Man and as Gaelic in the Scottish Highlands.

The Goidels were still in a state of bronze culture. When they reached Britain they must have found there a population preponderantly of Mediterranean type with numerous remains of still earlier races of Palaeolithic times and also some round-skulled Alpines of the Round Burrows, who have since largely faded from the living population. When the next invasion, the Cymric or Brythonic, occurred the Goidels had been absorbed very largely by the underlying Mediterranean aborigines who had meanwhile accepted the Goidelic form of Celtic speech, just as on the continent the Gauls had mixed with Alpine and Mediterranean natives and had imposed upon the conquered their own tongue. In fact, in Britain, Gaul and Spain the Goidels and Gauls were chiefly a ruling, military class, while the great bulk of the population remained unchanged although Aryanised in speech.

These Brythonic or Cymric tribes or “P” Celts followed the “Q” Celts four or five hundred years later, and drove the Goidels westward though Germany, Gaul and Britain and this movement of population was still going on when Caesar crossed the Channel. The Brythonic group gave rise to the modern Cornish, extinct within a century, the Cymric of Wales and the Armorican of Brittany.

In central Europe we find traces of these same two forms of Celtic speech with the Goidelic everywhere the older and the Cymric the more recent arrival. The cleavage between the dialects of the “Q” Celts and the “P” Celts was probably less marked two thousand years ago than at present, since in their modern form they are both Neo-Celtic languages. What vestiges of Celtic languages remain in France belong to Brythonic. Celtic was not generally spoken in Aquitaine in Caesar’s time.

When the two Celtic-speaking races came into conflict in Britain their original relationship had been greatly obscured by the crossing of the Goidels with the underlying dark Mediterranean race of Neolithic culture and by the mixture of the Belgae with Teutonic tribes. The result was that the Brythons did not distinguish between the blond Goidels and the brunet but Celticised Mediterraneans as they all spoke Goidelic dialects.

In the same way when the Saxons and the Angles entered Britain they found there a population speaking Celtic of some form, either Goidelic or Cymric, and promptly called them all Welsh (foreigners). These Welsh were preponderantly of Mediterranean type with some mixture of a blond Goidel strain and a much stronger blond strain of Cymric origin and these same elements exist today in England. The Mediterranean race is easily distinguished, but the physical types derived from Goidel and Brython alike are merged and lost in the later floods of pure Nordic blood, Angle, Saxon, Dane, Norse, and Norman. In this primitive, dark population with successive layers of blond Nordics imposed upon it, each one more purely Nordic and in the relative absence of round heads lie the secret and the solution of the anthropology of the British Isles.This Iberian sub-stratum was able to absorb to a large extent the earlier Celtic-speaking invaders, both Goidels and Brythons, but it is only just beginning to seriously threaten the later Nordics and to reassert its ancient brunet characters after three thousand years of submergence.

In northwest Scotland there is a Gaelic-speaking area where the place names are all Scandinavian and the physical types purely Nordic. This is the only spot in the British Isles where Celtic speech has reconquered a district from the Teutonic languages and it was the site of one of the conquests of the Norse Vikings, probably in the early centuries of the Christian era. In Caithness in north Scotland, as well as in some isolated spots on the Irish coasts, the language of these same Norse pirates persisted within a century. In the fifth century of our era and after the break-up of Roman domination in Britain there was much racial unrest and a back wave of Goidels crossed from Ireland and either reintroduced or reinforced the Gaelic speech in the highlands. Later, Goidelic speech was gradually driven northward and westward by the intrusive English of the lowlands and was ultimately forced over this originally Norse-speaking area. We have elsewhere in Europe evidence of similar shiftings of speech without any corresponding change in the blood of the population.

Except in the British Isles and in Brittany Celtic languages have left no modern descendants, but have everywhere been replaced by languages of Neo-Latin or of Teutonic origin. Outside of Brittany one of the last, if not quite the last, reference to Celtic speech in Gaul is the historic statement that “Celtic” tribes, as well as “Armoricans”, took part at Chalons in the great victory in 451 A.D. over Attila the Hun and his confederacy of subject nations.

On the continent the only existing populations of Celtic speech are the primitive inhabitants of central Brittany, a population noted for their religious fanaticism and for other characteristics of a backward people. This Celtic speech is claimed to have been introduced about 450-500 A.D. by Britons fleeing from the Saxons. These refugees, if there were any substantial number of them, must have been dolichocephs of either Mediterranean or Nordic race or both. We are asked by this tradition to believe that their long skull was lost, but that their language was adopted by the round-skulled Alpine population of Armorica. It is much more probable that the Cymric-speaking Alpines of Brittany have merely retained in this isolated corner of France a form of Celtic speech which was prevalent throughout northern Gaul and Britain before these provinces were conquered by Rome and Latinised and which, perhaps, was reinforced later by British Cymry. Caesar remarked that there was little difference between the speech of the Belgae in northern Gaul and in Britain. In both cases the speech was Cymric.

Long after the conquest of Gaul by the Goths and Franks, Teutonic speech remained predominant among the ruling classes and, by the time it succumbed to the Latin tongue of the Romanised natives, the old Celtic languages had been entirely forgotten outside of Brittany.

An example of similar changes of language is to be found in Normandy where the country was inhabited by the Nordic Belgae speaking a Cymric language before that tongue was replaced by Latin. This Coast was ravaged about 300 or 400 A.D. by Saxons who formed settlements along both sides of the Channel and the coasts of Brittany which were later known as the Litus Saxonicum. Their progress can best be traced by place names as our historic records of these raids is scanty.

The Normans landed in Normandy in the year 911 A.D. They were heathen, Danish barbarians, speaking a Teutonic tongue. The religion, culture and language of the old Romanised populations worked a miracle in the transformation of everything except blood in one short century. So quick was the change that 155 years later the descendants of the same Normans landed in England as Christian Frenchmen armed with all the culture of their period. The change was startling, but the Norman blood remained unchanged and entered England as a substantially Nordic type.”

The Islamisation of my Country – 1

For work I often sit in my hometown’s coffee shop.

Today, my newsfeed began to explode with posts about the French Burkini incident and the sudden outcry from liberals in staunch defence of ‘freedom’ and ‘liberty’. It is so irritating to actual proponents of freedom and liberty, who are constantly battling the ambitions of the left, when the left takes up freedom as its cause. Of course, it only does so in the defence of perceived minority, or ‘victim’, groups and often over the most insane of issues – the burkini being such a said cause… ie. the tribal robes of an authoritarian cult that ideologically demands of women that they cover up every inch of their flesh, or else be persecuted in this life socially or by the state, or failing that abjectly through some internalised moral code or in some fictitious imagined torturous afterlife. Oh, but how dare western nations challenge this logical and most ‘free’ and ‘liberal’ of traditions! The outrage!

This is a case in point of what happens when we have the mass immigration to western nations of peoples who wish to retain their own cultures, beliefs, and values, and have little to no plans or volition to truly integrate. In other words, they want the material benefits but without adopting any of the cultural or social values that generated them.

Any effort by host governments to push for the cultural integration of immigrants is immediately vilified… The left demands that we turn off the enquiring part of our brain, that we must disregard the state of the failed authoritarian anti-liberal nations from which these cultists have fled, and pretend that their structure and existence is completely unrelated to Islam. Islamic theocratic authoritarian regimes based heavily on millennia old religious scripture, no, that is not the fault of Islam…

The immigrants are as AIDs sufferers who after having contracted the virus continue to pursue further sexual relationships, and who in so doing continue to practice unsafe sex with their new lovers, claiming “this virus is benign.” Those in the West who are publicly aligning themselves with Islam, who are calling out for the tolerance of Burkas and of Sharia and other such symptoms of the cult, are as their lovers, who so blindly in love with their AIDs victim, overcome with emotion and idealism, believe that their noble intentions will somehow bestow upon them resistance to the disease. Yes, the analogy is befitting.

This chain of thoughts instantly railing through my mind at one-hundred miles an hour, I looked up from my laptop for respite. Surely here, in rural Britain, on the outskirts of the anglo-saxon capital of the world, I would be free of such barbaric middle age practices. Yet I was confronted with the following images:

Is that Darth Vader holding the child’s hand? Look. Take off the cultural-marxist goggles. These outfits are terrifying! Physically they are terrifying, much scarier than the majority of halloween costumes, but even more so they invoke terror because of what they represent. It strikes you that this is real; that they are real people under those sheets; that they think that this is good and right; that this condition is normal. You realise that one of them is a teenage girl, the other her mother; that in an act of teenage rebellion the teenage girl has donned a burka in a dull greyish colour, a burka intentionally not black. And also by the overweight, elderly, bearded, sweaty man sitting alongside his family who is  clothed nonchalantly and without guilt in western attire… Him enjoying in his short sleeved shirt, with his collar unbuttoned, the most basic of delights in life that he denies on moral grounds from the women whom he supposedly loves; the feeling of a gentle breeze of fresh air on skin, the warmth of gazing upon others and being gazed back upon with recognition, a bilateral communication and interaction with surrounding fellow human beings… acknowledgement of one’s own very existence, in the flesh, to have one’s face, eyes, cheekbones, lashes perceived and perhaps admired or praised by those around you.

The height of British fashion

The teenage daughter… my heart wept. And shamefully, I suppressed my urge to angrily reproach the father, to ask the daughter if she is happy, if her life is good, if this is indeed her choice.


Horrified, I noticed that the man sitting adjacent was studying the Quran, scribbling franticly in earnest devotion in his native arabic script (oh yes, English is not his native script, though he no doubt claims British citizenry).

I made a swift exit. Only to be confronted by this beautiful scenery as I was walking home…


The Islamisation of England is well underway my friends. And there is nothing liberal or free about it. It is a cultural invasion, a cultural assault, and make no mistake; they have no intention of integrating or of leaving their primitive cultures, traditions, and political systems behind. They want them here too, and not in the far distant future, but now.


Epicurus on Death

Where death is, you aren’t, and where you are, death isn’t.

Death, therefore, concerns neither the living nor the dead.

It doesn’t concern the living because they are living, and it doesn’t concern the dead because they are not.

Hence, the fear of death is empty.

When it comes, by that fact, you are gone.

Therefore, you will never know anything but life, and it is senseless to fear a state you will never know.

Epicurus (342 – 270 BC)

This is a strong, valid, and unanswerable argument that stands even today in unwavering opposition to those in modernity who wallow in the inevitability of death, and use it as an excuse with which to whitewash life of any meaning and valour.


The Islamisation of Dewsbury


This is Dewsbury, in West Yorkshire, in England, in 2016.

You can find references to Dewsbury (Deusberie) in the Domesday book of 1086.

A sleepy mill town in England now has, going by 2011 census data, the first majority Muslim areas in England.

Savile Town, the location in which this video was shot, was said to have just 48 white people living there in 2015 out of a population of over 4,000.

It was the home of the inventor of the medical thermometer; the first female Speaker of the House of Commons; and a Nobel physicist. It was even featured in the Beatles’ movie – Magical Mystery Tour – in 1967.

Sir Thomas Clifford Allbutt (1836 – 1925) inventor of the clinical thermometer

But you would be hard-pressed to find any semblance of Britain left in this area today.

This isn’t necessarily an indictment of all immigration, but it is a stark warning against uncontrolled, unchecked, mass migration, with zero integration. Not only is Islam not British, but as a potent mixture of collectivism and mysticism, and inherently tied to the Arabic race, it aspires to impose itself on Western non-believers through political power.

I will write more on Islam in the future. But this video footage shocked me. It is becoming increasingly apparent that Britain needs to reclaim its sense of self-worth before it is too late.


The Passing of the Great Race ~ 1

The Evolution of the Nordic Race

“The vigor and power of the Nordic race as a whole is such that it could not have been evolved in so restricted an area as southern Sweden although its Teutonic or Scandinavian section did develop there in comparative isolation. The Nordics must have had a larger field for their specialization and a longer period for their evolution than is afforded by the limited time which has elapsed since Sweden became habitable. For the development of so marked a type there is required a continental area isolated and protected for long ages from the intrusion of other races. The climactic conditions must have been such as to impose a rigid elimination of defectives through the agency of hard winters and the necessity of industry and foresight in providing the year’s food, clothing and shelter during the short summer. Such demands on energy if long continued would produce a strong, virile and self-contained race which would inevitably overwhelm in battle nations whose weaker elements had not been purged by the conditions of an equally severe environment.”

The work hard ethic and thoughtful nature of whites as a whole is obvious when compared to other races. The question is often posed; why has it been whites, most notably from the North-Western region of Europe, who have contributed the most when it comes to industry, entrepreneurship, and statecraft?

Over a century ago, Madison Grant proposed his evolutionary hypothesis, that the Nordic whites, a subspecies of man that evolved wholly in the European region, evolved through natural selection to think ahead and to live in an industrious manner so as to cope with the long and imposing winters of northern climes.

The closer to the equator a subspecies of man developed, the less industrious it seems to be is his culture, or arguably his personal temperament. Madison squarely and bravely argued, back in a time when race and human heredity was still deemed to be a noble academic pursuit, that the Nordic strain (most easily characterised by blonde hair, blue eyes, prominent bridge, long nose, and tall stature) evolved to demonstrate these cultural behaviours. In the same way that skin, eye-colour, and stature moulded to fit the climate, so did individual behaviour. Those who failed to plan ahead, work hard, and sacrifice their self-pleasure for the community, were killed off over a period of many millennia or were unsuccessful at passing forward their genetic blueprint.

Over the next few weeks I will continue to read through Madison’s “The Passing of the Great Race, and on occasion I will share those extracts that give me cause for reflection.