Aussie on how childhood evil broke a beautiful woman he had loved; the lesson of “Papillon”

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A longtime WN activist in Australia, who previously lost the love of his life, a very Aryan-looking and pretty girl, to hard drugs (she had been sexually abused as a kid, too), wrote me [photos, comments and notes added by me]:

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John, I went and visited an old friend today whom I had not seem for about five years. He was at the back of his unit tending his avocado plants that are doing very well (unusual for our southern [colder!!] Australian climate, as they do best up in Queensland [ = closer to the equator]).

It was depressing as he reminded me of that bloke with spectacles in [the  movie] Papillon who just gives in without a fight and refuses to join in Papillon’s escape efforts.

 

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This was a top movie in 1973 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Papillon_%28film%29 and based loosely on a true story of the prisoner Henri Charrière, nicknamed “Papillon” [ in French, “the butterfly”]. He is a lowlife and a safecracker who was however framed for murder and sentenced to life on Devil’s Island in 1931 in French Guyana.  Steve McQueen plays the courageous Charriére, who escapes for good in 1945, and Duston Hoffman an (appropriately) Jewish-acting forger and former banker, Louis Degas, who in a despicable and cowardly manner chooses to stay behind. (Hoffman, to me , was mostly a ham actor and got star roles because he was a Jew.)

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If you remember, John, Degas is seen towards the end of the movie, tending his garden on Devil’s Island, content to remain a prisoner for the rest of his life.

Degas is a loyal friend and can be kind, but in the end he proves a wretched coward.

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The moment of decision: Charrière (McQueen) and Degas (Hoffman) both have their lashed-coconut rafts ready so they can drift away from the island. Now they either throw their rafts off the steep cliff into the sea and jump in after them, “going for it,” or one of both “chicken outs” and stays for the rest of their life on the wretched prison island.

(No return to France was ever permitted, even after completing the sentence.)

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Degas has told Charrière he fears death in the rocks, sharks and water, and will not go. Charrière hugs him and says goodbye.

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Then Charrière leaps off the cliff into the ocean. (Btw, Steve McQueen, as so often in his movies, really did do this diving stunt himself.)

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(I think Hoffman was really hammy here, btw.)

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That is just what is happening to my old friend [despair]. I don’t hold out much hope for him because he just takes whatever [psych meds] the shrinks dished out. He also drinks a lot, and, I suspect, is an alcoholic. It put a real dampener on my day, and, combined with the hopeless romantic situation I face. it has put me down in the dumps.

I saw the most beautiful young girl yesterday on my way back from a walk with the dog. I was approaching a council shelter next to a park that has a see-through metal screen behind the seat upon which she was sitting. And although I could only see her from behind the screen as I approached, I just sensed, or knew, that she was drop-dead gorgeous, a bit like A., of whom I sent you a picture and told you.

All I could see was her long hair.

As I passed her (she was sitting to my left) I turned to look at her and, sure enough, an absolute angel was looking back at me. You know, the sort who take your breath away, but with the saddest eyes I have ever seen. She must have been no more than 21.

I just said “I could tell you were a looker,” and left it at that. Oh well, maybe I should have said something such as “your eyes remind me of mine.” Or “why do you look so sad?”

I hope I shall see her again, but if the pederasts have got to her there is no hope anyway that means she is damaged beyond repair.

They always prey on the most beautiful.

As William Blake said “just as the caterpillar lays its eggs on the choicest leafs, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.’

I am feeling damn rotten and depressed, John, despite that sports car I told you I bought.

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I replied:

Dear comrade:

I feel for you. The Germans call it Weltschmerz, that is, “world pain”/(“smarting “). This is Planet Pain.

But why? Because the souls of cowardly, selfish and foolish people are sentenced here. In many incarnations we have let the battle against evil slide and now the evil is in full, hideous bloom.

The secret motto of 90% of earthlings:

“I sure hope SOMEONE ELSE does something about the Jews!”

(and donates to John de Nugent… 😉 )

On Lake Superior yesterday

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The day will come when human consciousness changes, meaning the ego dissipates, and once you have proven something is true, urgent and important, regardless of previous belief systems, people will just up and accept it.

Then they will act accordingly, changing radically their course.

That is not quite the case right now. 😉

And so we beat our heads against a wall, and are overjoyed at minimal steps of de-brainwashing, like beginning to question Israeli behavior in Gaza, and then two months from now looking into the Holocaust fraud, or the jew role in immigration… in three more months 9/11… 😉

But Hitler will still be evil and give you the shivers even six months from now. 😉

But if human consciousness changed, people actually would “snap out of it” FAST — and next week the Big Jew Criminals’ heads would be on a pike.

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……Another numinous moment

A few years ago the feds set up an illegal Stingray tower at the end of the local bridge here. These devices do a warrantless download of everything on your smartphone — while  masquerading as a cell tower for boosting reception.  All your family and gf/bf pix, your Facebook chats, address book, all your emails … everything — all downloaded in a half-second illegally to the feds. And all you did was drive by.

The camera on the right, by sheer coincidence, is pointed exactly at the house of the most evil white supremacist in Ontonagon, over on the left in the back, in pale yellow, to the left of the trees in the center. 😉

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Anyway, I figured out a long time ago that with all these Stingrays, and other data gathering, and the brainwashing , and the chemtrails, etc., face it — we do not stand a snowball’s chance in hell of coming to power, or even carving out our own area at least — not with our current strategy.

It takes too long to wake people up. And then the best ones have jobs, mortgages, kids…. and are afraid to act.

So face it:

Unless and until whites become enlightened, in significant numbers  — ten percent of us — we are just animals waiting to be rounded up.

AND THEN THE SWEDISH SINGER SAGA IS RIGHT — A DYING RACE.

Eyes shining bright with unspilt tears,
Thinking about all these wasted years.
Everything worth living for is gone,
Brother, I find it hard to keep fighting on.
Falling down towards the abyss,
The reaper embraces me with his kiss;
It makes me want to refuse to care,
To watch this all unfold – too much to bear.

If this is the way it ends –
If this is the way my race ends…
If this is the way it ends – I can’t bear to witness

Disease encroaching on all I hold dear,
Somehow I gotta get my soul outta here.
Heart of agony, faint burning hope,
I’m finding it hard to try to cope…

Because liars own the world with conquering poise,
In a wasteland of meaningless noise;
We don’t stand a chance with dormant pride,
The heroes of our race have already died…

If this is the way it ends – if this is the way my race ends…
If this is the way it ends – I can’t bear to witness…

To imagine it has all come down to this,
Apathy and suicidal bliss…

It’s all over except for the cryin’,
With a whimper instead of the roar of a lion…

The greatest race to ever walk the earth,
Dying a slow death with insane mirth,
The tomb has been prepared, our race betrayed,
White man, fight the flight towards the grave…

If this is the way it ends – if this is the way my race ends…
If this is the way it ends – I can’t bear to witness…
If this is the way it ends – if this is the way my race ends…
If this is the way it ends – I can’t bear to witness…

Don’t let it end this way,
Don’t let it end this way,
Don’t let it end this way, I can’t bear to witness…

As for enlightenment, which means shedding the egoic mind, I am part of the majority that becomes gradually enlightened, not the minority that has a sudden burst of awakening.

And this is good, because then I can lead better from my own experience all the other “gradual wakers.”

Yes, I too had an egoic mind.

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Well, you know, I was mowing a lawn the other day…. Yes, despite the slanders that I “mooch,” which was never true, I mow five lawns a week, at almost age 64, in 82-85 degree, very humid heat  — and do many other things gladly — for the funds to support this website….

ANYWAY 😉 …….

“One with all things”… This is a key teaching.

It means that when free from ego, you see us all as in the same boat, all suffering, all mortal and destined to die…

….all unhappy most of the time, and all needing freedom from the Jews, inner peace, and real answers about life, death, evil, and God.

Even the Jews themselves need freedom from the Jews. 😉

And just as this thought (which Eckhart Tolle hammers home constantly) really hit me, I turned, I shut off the running lawn mower for some reason, and I looked “for some reason” 😉 over at that blasted Stingray tower. the very one which has a snooping camera pointed right at my office window….

And there it was, beaming back at me….

…..one great, big gleaming-at-me ONE.

There it was…. the aluminum sheathing around the base of the tower…. one of the many, many times some angel threw me a bone. 😉

And I thought back to how much better I have handled hatred, defamation, poverty and stress since I began studying Eckhart Tolle.

And how I ran into an enemy in January, and we had a conciliatory talk — the right words came out of my mouth from a more serene heart —  and you know what? Twice now he has honked his horn at me in a friendly way as he drove by. 😉

The very guy who was plotting to kill me, and where the beautiful bartender girl (Finnish and Welsh) stared at me as I walked into “the Shamrock” —

Foot race for the kids on Labor Day…. platinum-blond kids everywhere

…and she told me, wide-eyed, she had just the previous night had a dream …. a vivid, weird dream, one like never before….. that I was a security guard at a sauna.

And she and other ladies were in there as customers.

And someone walked up to me and shot me, execution-style, right in the head.

And now that same guy is waving to me.

Because I saw how he was suffering.

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Don’t let it end this way,
Don’t let it end this way,
Don’t let it end this way, I can’t bear to witness…

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