Merry Christmas! And on “religion” and allergic reactions to it

The basilica of Our Lady in Montréal, Québec, Canada

 

A comrade and generous donor wrote me:

I don’t think religion is the answer. I think political awareness is the answer. And we see this happening in a natural way. Gaza is an example. The Jew is being exposed.

I replied (and am posting this only now, because the site was hacked for much of Christmas Day):

I have no problem with any white person for whom religion is not their cup of tea. Many religions are awful, or more bad than good. Evangelical Christianity in America is basically an idol-worship of the jewish people, their criminal State of Israel, and the condoning of its horrific atrocities.

I thank you in this regard for sending me this video by a very popular YouTuber, Kyle Kulinski, relating very recent Israeli atrocities that shocked even me:

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I posted this comment below it (but I think it was shadow-banned, since it got no likes at all):

Just as there are dark things in the history of Catholicism, or of Islam (like ISIS, burning people alive and slitting throats), there are some dark undercurrents in certain kinds of Judaism. Once you tell yourself you are “God’s Chosen People,” some nasty people can glom onto that and then Palestinians are just subhumans, animals, or insects to squish, and major Israeli politicians, especially Likud types, have actually said this.

On the topic of religion, I was very impressed by reading a masterpiece from 1902, The Varieties of Religious Experience, by William James, MD, PhD, who was a very great Harvard psychologist.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_James

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Varieties_of_Religious_Experience

In it, he says that some people, regardless of their education or experiences, are simply not religious, the way some people just do not like jazz, for example, or eating beets. 😉 Who can say they are wrong? It is almost a matter of taste, and as the Romans said, de gustibus non disputandum. I have a British friend who loves port wine, like other Britons, but, me, I find it revoltingly sweet. 😉

Such areligious individuals (like my British friend, in fact) may not be against others having a religion (and we know communists KILLED people who were not atheists), but religion does not “turn them on.”

This applies to many scientists, btw, and I know that in your case, your father was a high-level nuclear physicist.

Dr. William Pierce, for whom I worked in 1981-84, and whom I revered, was also a physicist, and an agnostic/atheist.

I would say three things about this.

1) Some religions are just awful nonsense, and consist of tall tales, or even were invented by an outright cynic to manipulate, mind-control, and fleece the gullible; they are based on lies.

Such a “faith” is repugnant to any critical mind that reveres and seeks TRUTH, and thus demands facts and evidence, and sees the truth rightly as sacred, and as fundamental to civilization and progress.

As Voltaire pertinently said,

Scientology is one such example of outright fraud, and my late wife Margaret bravely protested against it in 1996 at their headquarters in Clearwater, Florida (and was interviewed by the German television network ZDF). (Her parents had been in the forerunner organization of Scientology, called “Dianetics,” and had even moved to blistering-hot Arizona to support it, but then they realized it was evil and left it when she was still young.)

A screenshot of Margi from that ZDF interview:

The thuggee religion in India (whence our English word “thug”) was such a cult, one which the British authorities and British Army that ruled India rightly suppressed. It was literally a murder cult; the thuggees worshipped a goddess, Durga, who demanded they befriend and then treacherously murder perfectly innocent travelers, and they did this to tens of thousands of people over the centuries.

Another religious horror in India was suttee, where the widow of a man was expected to jump on his funeral pyre and be burned alive.

François Bernier (1620–1688) gave the following description:

At Lahor I saw a most beautiful young widow sacrificed, who could not, I think, have been more than twelve years of age.

The poor little creature appeared more dead than alive when she approached the dreadful pit: the agony of her mind cannot be described; she trembled and wept bitterly; but three or four of the Brahmins, assisted by an old woman who held her under the arm, forced the unwilling victim toward the fatal spot, seated her on the wood, tied her hands and feet, lest she should run away, and in that situation the innocent creature was burnt alive.[95](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sati_(practice)

Reincarnation is something I now consider to be absolutely proven, and the James Huston/Leininger case, or that of Carl Edon, are good examples hereof. (I also consider it as virtually certain that Donald Trump was George Patton.)

Both men 6’2″, blondish, with high, raspy voices, huge egos, pugnacity, lots of showmanship,and very politically incorrect — and jews, whom they hated, brought them both down

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I bring this up because most people, especially at the adult stage, do not remember any details of past lives — unless they died young in some tragic, unjust and very traumatic manner, and have painful memories as a child until around age seven, when they fade away.

But ALL humans have felt strong, instant antipathies and sympathies well up inside them toward certain individuals whom they encounter, or toward specific organizations which operate in society.

In this way, for example, a person may feel a profound aversion for specifically the Roman Catholic Church, and not really know why.

The answer might be, for example, that they were among the Cathars (Gnostics who believed in reincarnation, btw) who were horribly burned alive during the RC Church’s Alibigensian Crusade. For example, after the capture of Montségur, in southern France, 200 Cathars, men and women, who had surrendered, were burned at the stake.

One modern woman had a past-life memory of this in the 1960s:

The pain was maddening. You should pray to God when you’re dying, if you can pray when you’re in agony, but I didn’t pray to God. I thought of [a man she had fallen in love with,] Roger, and how dearly I loved him.
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The pain of those wicked flames was not half so bad as the pain I felt when I knew he was dead. I felt suddenly glad to be dying.
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But I didn’t know that when you were burnt to death you’d bleed. I thought the blood would all dry up in the terrible heat. But I was bleeding heavily. The blood was dripping and hissing in the flames. I wished I had enough blood to put the flames out.
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The worst part was my eyes. I hate the thought of going blind. I tried to close my eyelids but I couldn’t. They must have been burnt off, and now those flames were going to pluck my eyes out with their evil fingers.

(from https://www.lightforcenetwork.com/forum/6/cathars-and-reincarnation)

You can imagine how such a woman in this life might feel on seeing even the most beautiful Catholic cathedral: hatred, revulsion, and disgust.

I personally saw only the magical beauty of the Notre Dame basilica in Montréal, Québec, Canada

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In my case, I feel only gratitude for the Catholic-affiliated St. Vincent de Paul organization, since I have been destitute for many days this month — no cash at all for eight days until a Brazilian sent me $100 — and these Catholics at “St. Vinnie’s” (as the local nickname goes) gave me both food and also a coupon for buying needed non-food items at a local “dollar store.”

But had I been one of the Cathars in another life, well, I might see right past the beauty of some Catholic churches and also the kindness of many Catholics, such as the women who volunteer at St. Vincent’s.

I might FEEL an overwhelming and unshakeable FEELING that the Church was irredeemable, criminal, utterly wicked, cruel and satanic.

If one is ignorant of reincarnation, certain antipathies that come over us might seem irrational, but they are based on real and horrid experiences from another life which leave a deep mark, a SCAR, on us.

I have blogged often on Joan of Arc, and visited the spot in Rouen, Normandy, France, where she was burned. She was no fanatic who welcomed her death by fire, and was perfectly lucid. In fact, she was VERY angry at being framed and slandered as a “witch”! A bishop, Cauchon, admonished her that it was all her own fault, and she retorted: “No! It is Y-O-U who brought me to this place!”

(A British officer, whose troops protected the trial and her execution, appalled, wrote to a friend: “My God! We have burned a saint.”)

In my own case, as a child I was only 1/16th of German blood, and grew up in a very anglophile family, and one fully affected by all the Allied WWII propaganda which bashed the Germans over their purported lust for war and world conquest, and over their supposed systematic commission of atrocities (such as the Holocaust, the claimed experiments of SS Dr. Mengele, etc.) My father was in fact a WWII veteran, a “Greatest Generation” type.

But I had an otherwise inexplicable attraction for Germany, for the German people — and for their language, which actually some find guttural and unpleasant, like that of the Klingons on “Star Trek.” 😉 But no, I found even the sound of German bracing, invigorating and decisive, a true reflection of a dynamic and truly great people.

Nothing in my childhood environment at all was germanophile. But to my parents’ puzzlement, I loved all things “deutsch”, and in fact I weirdly LOOKED far more German (square-faced) than Anglo (narrow-faced). (In fact, a nickname Americans had for the German immigrants pouring in a century ago was “square-heads.” 😉 )

This is a screenshot of me, furious, after the Obama Administration, in March 2009, and specifically Homeland Security, had abducted my Finnish assistant, Henrik Holappa, on a faked technicality, just as had been done also to top revisionists Ernst Zündel and Germar Rudolf.

This is an absolutely classic GERMAN face. In my ancestral New England, there was almost no German immigration, unlike the Midwest. The biggest white ethnicities were from the British Isles (England and Ireland), with typically long, not wide or rectangular faces.

One can debate religions and supernatural claims, but, like sex, or the taste of beer, or that of a cigarette, or how it feels to be in combat — the noise, the fear, the screams and the bodies — you simply have to experience it to know what it is. Once you have EXPERIENCED it, it is not book learning, or even a subject for debate at all; you simply KNOW what it is like, and it is a matter of calm indifference if others scoff, and you just accept that “to each his own.”

I was just telling an old friend from Slovenia who knew Margaret via webcam conversations (and how much I miss her, especially now at Christmas time) that I have had three contacts with Margi since her passing over:

1) a very loud knocking sound on the very last day I was in our house, which I had sold to finance this constantly hacked website, and I was mopping the basement floor.

Had another person seen me, they might not have heard the knock, but they would have seen me replace the mop in the bucket of hot, soapy water, heard me call upstairs “Hold on; I’m coming!”, and seen me walk upstairs to check both the front and side doors, finding, just as I suspected, that there was no one there.

Not too long ago, I actually saw her ghost, unsmiling and looking worried, but to my instant chagrin, I involuntarily cried out in fear, and she vanished. (This is common; souls on the other side underestimate how startling it is when they appear, plus it was that Margi looked grim. I think she is very worried for me, and with good reason.)

Later, I twice felt the weight of her body depressing her side of the marriage bed, which I still sleep in on my habitual left side thereof. I felt the weight on the mattress at the foot of the bed and then up by my head.

I also once felt her gently caress my feet. I was not scared at all — by this time — but spoke to her tenderly and thanked her, “Oh, Margi, that feels nice. Thank you!”

Because people have had experiences like these that are irrefutable for the person having them, they can quietly and privately believe in God — which natürlich does not mean that we understand EVERYTHING about Him — and we simply KNOW the reality of another world after physical death.

Another extraordinary event, which I have blogged on several times, involved a young French woman, around 26 years old, whom I met on Boylston Street, the snazzy and beautiful main avenue in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts (where also the Boston Marathon ends).

We were both in line to use the ATM machine to get cash out, and I was stunned, as was she, that it just “popped” out of my mouth on its own to ask her, in French, if she was from the city of Lille, which she was. “Bonjour! Êtes-vous de Lille?” This, I became convinced, was my reconnection with someone with whom, in another life, I had had an affair in 1917, producing in fact a son.

World War One in color — egoic madness; my French girlfriend then and who she is now; “my” grandson today

Again, I know what I experienced. I had no possible mundane way of knowing that this complete stranger was from Lille. I had only heard her say — in English, with a French accent, “of course” — to an elderly woman who had asked if she might cut through the ATM machine line to get into the bank.

When such things really happen, believe me, no one can talk you out of it. 🙂 The hair does go up on the back of your neck, though. 😉

2) I have seen religions which are far from perfect actually save people from a dissolute life of crime, drugs, booze and sexual misadventures.

One of my biggest backers beat booze and other ills by consciously, deliberately joining the Mormons, and not because of their doctrines. It was entirely for the purpose of associating with wholesome, family-values people and specifically with teetotallers (non-drinkers).

A religion, like the military, is an organized system that can profoundly mold people, even saving them from an early death, and these established and ancient institutions. with their vast human experience, do this far more effectively than any mere book, concept, or dry fact.

3) My religion is based on zero semitic stories out of a book that some manipulative jews wrote.

I base my religion instead on actual experiences that real and very normal white people have: 1) contacts with the “dead” who are not dead (which happen far more commonly than some realize); 2) reincarnation cases that cannot be explained away; and 3) NDEs, near-death-experiences.

These NDE’s are about people who are dead on the operating table in the hospital in every medical and legal sense. The monitoring devices in the ER prove that they have 1) no breathing, 2) no brain activity, and 3) no heartbeat. They are totally “FLATLINING.”

But they see themselves being operated on. After coming back to life, they can repeat to the doctor or nurse exactly what they were saying to each other, and can relate the experience of floating up through multiple floors of the hospital, even being able to describe in accurate, minute detail the very roof of the hospital, which is off-limits to the public, and is used only for Medevac helicopters to bring in gravely ill patients.

Since I and many others have had numinous experiences, I identify with what William James wrote:

Passivity – a feeling of being grasped and held by a superior power not under your own control.
Ineffability – no adequate way to use human language to describe the experience.
Noetic – universal truths revealed that are unable to be acquired anywhere else.
Transient – the mystical experience is only a temporary experience.

But, in harmony with the old pagan/heathen religions of our Indo-European ancestors, I am deeply tolerant of other beliefs, other gods, and also those who have no religious beliefs.

And, again with William James, I offer this to skeptics: the utility of my religion to turn us from a miserable, defeated, occupied race to heroes who cherish our folk, and are motivated by love.

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