One Month

Posted: June 3rd, 2021 | Author: | Filed under: Alchemy, One Month, Order of Nine Angles, Rounwytha | Tags: | Comments Off on One Month

.:.Yesterday was my one month “Oregon Birthday,” when I landed here in Oregon. I had an appointment with the DMV out in Coos Bay, to switch my Driver’s License, yesterday, on my Oregon Birthday! I got my Oregon License. It’s slowly starting to feel like I’m actually living here, and not just visiting it. And as that feeling of being a resident of a whole new state sinks in, I find myself missing Southern Cali, and all of the memories associated. I was feeling nostalgic this early morning, waking up in bed, with V’s warm body next to me, still asleep. I have all of these pix on my phone. So I was looking at a few old/odd pictures from SoCal.

I found an old picture of the Los Angeles National “Forest,” [which is mostly made of shrubs]. I was driving through that National Forest, about 2.5 years ago, as I was on my way to my Godfather’s house to be initiated into Palo. I stopped my car at a turn-out to take a picture. It was 7AM, and the fog was touching the ground and trees. I thought it was beautiful.

I realized that there was something wyrdful… foresightful… about that experience of being up in the mountains, in the early morning, surrounded by mountains, trees, and fog: 2.5 years later I live way out in the boondocks, surrounded my many mountains, endless forests of tall majestic trees, and every morning, from my windows, even as I drive in mid-day, there is beautiful fog dancing around the trees and hills.

I’ve always wanted to live up in Big Bear [in Cali] because I love the scenic environment, the silence of the forest, the lakes, and rivers. It turns out that the whole state of Oregon, at least here on the western side, is like a huge Big Bear area. It’s all nothing but hills, forests, lakes, and rivers, forever.

That day of my initiation into Palo, my Godfather took us initiates into the forested mountains, which was in the middle of a desert, to go to the River. The first steps into Palo is called the “Presentation,” where your Godfather as officiating Priest introduces you to Mother Nature. And so, after I had been initiated, I would return to that river every few weeks, for each initiation.

My Godfather could tell that going up to the mountain and river was my favorite part of the ceremony. He was right. Being born and raised my whole life in cities, far from nature: I loved to be in the mountains, with trees and with that river. At the time, I thought that river we went to, an oasis in the desert, was one of the biggest rivers I had ever seen!

The rivers here in Oregon are Massive, and make that old river in Cali look like a mere creek:

The rivers here are as wide as lakes, and they run for miles and miles into the bay and ocean, which are only a few minutes away. I wake up every morning at Peace, tranquil in Spirit and Mind, surrounded by the simple things in Life I Love: Nature, V, and my family.

I got out of bed early, at 6:30AM and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I was brushing, my teeth, a deer walked by the bathroom window! I was shocked and thought to myself: “Dude what the fuck, it’s like a whole deer in the backyard!?” So I ran to get the others and my phone to take pictures:

Amazing! You don’t see shit in Southern Cali. There’s all these elk too everywhere. I saw a group of about 50 of them a few minutes from my place while driving! When they grow and shed their horns, we’re going to go hiking to find their antlers!

So all month we’ve been unpacking, and getting all of the paperwork and financial stuff, and bureaucratic stuff in order [new License, new car insurance, etc]. When we’re not unpacking, we’ve been exploring and riding around the state of Oregon. That’s all we’ve been doing, driving and exploring… all month, everyday, especially every weekend.

After living here for a month, I’ve developed an opinion about Oregon and about living here in a rural place. I’ve learned that there are Pros and Cons to living way out in the countryside, far away from cities.

I used to hate hate hate driving in Cali, because of the traffic and the idiots on the street. I never drove anywhere, because I hated driving so much. Out here, in Oregon, driving is actually a pleasant experience. You can be driving on a highway, and there’s only 3 other cars on the road with you, and its all quiet, and there is nothing but tress and rivers and the ocean for fucking miles and miles and miles, forever.

And so, a Pro to living out here in the Countryside is the driving is peaceful, quiet, and enjoyable. The Con is that, you have to drive very far to go to a city with shops and banks, which costs a lot of money for gas. My bank is Chase. In Cali, there is a Chase bank everywhere. I once walked to my Chase bank, because it was a block away from my house in Cali. Not here!

The nearest Chase ATM [just an ATM machine only!] is 30 minutes away! We don’t live in Coos Bay exactly. We live in a small satellite township next to Coos Bay and North Bend, so everyone here uses Coos Bay as a reference point. So that’s about 52 miles back and forth.

The nearest Chase bank branch to me is way out in a city called Roseburg, which, believe it or not, is a whole 84 miles away, which takes about an hour and a half to drive! And all of us bank with Chase. That’s 160 miles back and forth, or 3 hours round trip!

And the highways that take you to that ATM or Chase branch isn’t a big freeway like we’re use to driving on out in Cali! The highways here are small two-way roads that cuts through nothing but mountains, thick forests, rivers, and farmland; they twist and wind, go up and down mountains, over bridges, and into dense dark rainforests. As you drive, you see more cows and sheep on your drive then houses, other cars, and people.

But none of us want to switch to a local bank: because we all love the spectacular scenery and we all actually enjoy the long, peaceful drive! And so, every time one of us needs to go to the bank, we all get excited, pack into one of our cars, and go for a ride across the country. Along the way, we make stops, to walk down to the rivers, look at the big moss covered trees, see if we can see any wild life. We’ve seen quite a few wild/feral turkeys out here! There are lots of buzzards and hawks.

I’ve never ever gotten excited to go to the bank and drive around in Cali. Out here, the environment is so gorgeous, that I actually look forward to drive around. We’ll use any excuse to get in the car and drive far! The Con to driving far and frequently is that I alone, spend over $150 a month on gas, and V & my sister respectively spend about $200 on their gas per month.

And we’ve learned that you actually need to fill up your tank before every road trip out here, because, for example, as you drive that 1.5 hours [84 miles] from Coos Bay to Roseburg, there are no gas stations in the forest or farmlands! It’s all just trees, rivers, and cattle. If you run out of gas along the way… you are in big bad luck!

Another Con to living out in a rural/countryside place is that if you want to go shopping for good groceries or good clothes, shoes, stuff: you have to drive at least 84 miles, up to over 100 miles [one way!] to one of those cities, because that’s where all of the malls and shopping centers are at.

The word “mall” out here means something different, then how us Californians use that word. This is a Mall to us in Cali:

 

Out here in rural Oregon, when the locals say the word “mall,” they mean this:

They mean to say a strip mall, which is a small collection of shops along a street on the main road. I was talking to my AAA car insurance lady, who came from Cali too, and we were laughing about what the locals mean by “mall.” And my Car insurance lady says: “So my 9 year old daughter once got excited when I said we’re going to the mall, cuz she thinks we’re going to the main street to those little shops right? So I told her, ‘No sweetheart, that’s not a mall… you don’t know what a mall is. I’m from San Diego. You’ve never experiences a real mall before.'” We laughed.

So we’ve been exploring around here all month long, driving up and down the western part of Oregon. We’ve been up to Portland [4 hours away], Salem [~2 hours away], and Eugene [~2 hours way] many times [to go shopping]. And we’ve been up and down the coastal area, visiting the small towns, all the way up to Lincoln City. We have a list of cities and suburbs that the internet says are good places to live. So we drive to those places to look around, shop, observe the natives population, and look at the houses and neighborhoods and town centers. We’re actually looking to buy a house somewhere here. Somewhere.

None of us like the area around Portland, Salem, and Eugene, which is where the suburbs are located, where the internet says are great places to live in. We all think the area around Coos Bay and North Bend is the prettiest and most amazing. The Con is that, Coos Bay does have a visible homeless and drug problem in some neighborhoods and areas: the area around Charleston especially. And we think Coos Bay [with a population of 60,000] is too big of a city! But my sister and V work around that area. So what we want to do is buy a house out in a small town of 3000 people called Bandon, which is close to North Bend and Coos Bay. Bandon is a cute little town, filled with very nice people, where you can buy a house that has big land. We want at least one acre.

Originally, me and my sister wanted a few acres so we can raise chickens. Then we added guinea fowl [because they eat ticks]. Plus one poodle dog. Then, after seeing the sheep in the farmlands, we also wanted at least a few sheep. Then we saw all the cattle, and we watched a bunch of youtube videos on raising cows, and we added one cow to our list of pets we wanted. Then we went to the big petting safari in Bandon, and we added to our list of pets: a few goats, two donkeys, and one alpaca, and a parrot, and one raccoon. My favorite animal at that petting safari were the donkeys! They are so gentle and they look so sad and depressed. Like Eeyore, from Winnie the Pooh [my favorite childhood cartoon]. We’re going to name the boy donkey “Jack,” and the girl donkey “Jenny.” Realistically, we probably won’t get all those animals. All of our cousins laugh at us.

But, we’ve all agreed to focus our efforts on buying a house in Bandon with around 1 acre of land. Bandon is way out in the middle of nowhere by itself, surrounded by forests, and it’s right next to the beach! And it’s a small town [only ~3000 people].

Me, my sister, and V want to live in a place that is affordable, so we can have a lot of money and time left over to buy a boat, an RV [eventually], and actually enjoy our human life. The three of us together, with the help of my little mom and stepdad, can afford a nice house in Cali, but most of our time and money would end up going to pay for its mortgage and the bills. And you would be stuck paying and working like that for 30 years of your life.

Out here, you can get a nice house for under $500,000; we all pitch in to help pay the mortgage and bills: and we’ll have a lot of money left over to buy boats, sporting goods, and so on, and we’ll have time to actually travel around, go fishing out in the rivers, lakes, and ocean. Go kayaking. Go hiking. And so on. It’s a stress-free [zero dukkham] life.

So… there are Pros and Cons to living out here in the Countryside. But I [and V and my family] are happily willing to accept the Cons to live a peaceful, stress-free, quiet Life, out and about Nature; where we have time to enjoy that Nature and the Human Life we have.

Ultimately, I want a quiet house, surrounded by fog and trees, so I can have a beautiful setting to spend the rest of my life writing, and contemplating on Natural Philosophy. In order to hear Nature’s Voice, and to empath her Mysteries, you need Silence & Solitude. And this place, where you are enclosed on all sides with nothing but mountains, hills, forests, ocean, rivers, and lakes, far far away from cities and the urban weltanschauung, gives you that Silence & Solitude.┬áIt seems that Divine Providence knows you and your Dharma, and guides you to the right place.

I was walking in the woods, along a small lake the other day, contemplating about that. I resisted moving out here to Oregon. I didn’t want to leave Southern California. It’s like you have a little lizard as a pet in a terrarium. And your lizard needs a bigger and better terrarium. And so you reach for it to relocate it to a better place. But the lizard, not understanding your perspective and intentions, resists and is afraid, because it doesn’t know your mind and how you see things.

I was like a little lizard. My Dharma doesn’t fit in Southern California. It’s better expressed out here, around forests and Nature. And the Divine hand of Providence reached to grab me to put me into a better terrarium: one more nurturing of my Dharma. And not understanding, I was afraid and resisted. Now that I am here, I understand the intentions of Providence. You feel silly for fighting and resisting, when you realize that Providence had no intention of harming you; that God had your best interests in mind. And so in knowing that I don’t ever want to go back to California, I miss certain places there.

/Chloe

 

 

 

 


Sinister Songs

Posted: May 23rd, 2021 | Author: | Filed under: Drecc, Dreccian, Generation Three, Heretical Texts, Labyrinthos Mythologicus, O9A, O9A Nine Angles, Occultism, Order of Nine Angles, Order of the Nine Angles, Rounwytha, Satanic Heresy, The Sinister Game, The Sinister Tradition, The Sinisterly Numinous Tradition | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on Sinister Songs

 

.:.”They have returned, from their Chthonic Womb, to the Middle World. Every 17 years, their Sinister Songs fill the air, like a Sinister Adhaan, calling us to prayer, recalling us into the darkness to pay homage to the Dark Goddess,” said the Mistress to the Chosen One.

The Chosen One took a deep breath and just nodded. There was a solemn look upon his aged face. He remained silent. Reflecting inward.

Said the Mistress to the Chosen One: “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” he said to the Mistress. “I want to do this. I want to be with my wife. This body of mine is ragged, sister. I can’t live with this cancer anymore.”

“Yes. She’ll be happy to be with you again. There is no greater sacrifice than giving your mortal self as an offering of your own free will and accord. Such Devotion is a precious gift to the Dark Goddess. Do you hear them singing in the trees? They call for you.”

He nodded and took another deep breath: “Let’s go,” he smiled at the Mistress, “to the red light district.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” she hugged the Chosen One, to comfort him.

And so, he flew far away, on a plane, to the designated place where the ceremony would be held. It was a quiet place. A place surrounded by forests. A primitive place. An ancient river of Death.

Thus did he, the Priest of Satan, the Chosen One, in his white robe, walk barefoot, to the Temple, lit by red candles, outside along a forest, at the edge of the Holy Ganges river; on that night of the ceremony. The night was cold. The air filled with the aroma of musk and incense of Jupiter.

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The End Of Civilization

Posted: May 18th, 2021 | Author: | Filed under: Alchemy, Anarcho-Nihilism, Anarchy, Civil War, Current Affair, Drecc, Dreccian, National Socialism, Nihilism, O9A, O9A Nine Angles, Occultism, Order of Nine Angles, Order of the Nine Angles, Reichsfolk, Rounwytha, The Sinister Dialectic, The Sinister Tradition, The Sinisterly Numinous Tradition, World War Three | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on The End Of Civilization

 

.:.For as long as I have been living in Southern Cali, I’ve actually never been to most parts of LA, like Skid Row [where all the homeless tents are at], or to South Central. If you’re from a certain social class in Orange County: we try to stay away from that part of LA and pretend that it doesn’t exist. Out of sight, out of mind.

It wasn’t until I moved out here to Oregon, that I saw the homeless tent villages. We were looking for a big Asian supermarket to do some grocery shopping, and some Korean friends of my sister up in Portland told us about one. So we drove 4 hours up to Portland to meet up with them, in order to go shopping together.

We took the 5 freeway up to Portland. And as soon as you make the exit to enter Portland, there were all these fucking tents around the freeway ramps and bridges. For the first few seconds, I was confused in my mind, and thought to myself: “Geez, these Oregon people really like to go camping! Why are they camping out by the freeway of all places?” After seeing the type of people inhabiting that tent city, and seeing all the trash and graffiti, I suddenly realized two things: 1) That they were all homeless people & 2) That I suffered from “Orange County Vertigo,” where my conscious awareness simply believed that the whole world was all nice and fine like how everything in Orange County is. I’ve never been outside of California before or deep inside LA.

Driving around Portland was a weird experience for me. I was thinking to myself as I was driving: “What the fuck happened to this city?” I thought it was just Portland. I returned home, and googled “Skid Row,” and realized that LA is worse than Portland. I learned that in LA, the homeless population is a little over 60,000 people. There are about 63,000 people in total in the whole of Coos County! I thought it was just LA and Portland. Then we drove 2 hours to visit the city of Eugene. And as soon as you get off the 5 freeway, there were tent cities everywhere. It was everywhere. These metropolitan cities die.

And so I returned home, to my new countryside small-town-America of 9000 people to walk around the local river to contemplate. I realized on that walk that there are different kinds of psychological vertigos. There is Linguistical Vertigo, which is when you only speak, or think in, or know one single language. It’s a vertigo, because we understand our world by interpreting it via words [we think in language]. And if, for example, all you know is English, then that English language becomes your only lens whereby you perceive, interpret, the world: and so, as a result, the English Weltanschauung colors your world and how you understand it. Fortunately, I speak and think in English, but I know bits and pieces of Khmer, Spanish, Pali, Sanskrit, Greek, and Hebrew, which helps extricate me out of that English Vertigo.

I realized that another kind of Vertigo was an “Urban Vertigo.” This is when like me, you have been born and raised, and lived your whole entire human life inside of Cities. You spend your whole human existence surrounded by buildings, streets, street lights, traffic lights, cars, commercial districts, residential districts, city parks, law and order. You spend your whole entire human life in the Matrix of that City’s society and how its social order and political system functions and operates.

And so, being raised, born, bred, and lived in cities our entire human life, we see the world through the lens of that city/urban vector. And so therefore, because of that urban vertigo, the phrase: “Collapse of Civilization” sounds very bad, as if to paint the picture in our minds that the world ends when civilization falls. But is that the case? Being here in a rural area, far from urbanized areas, I don’t have that urban vertigo anymore!

The root word in “Civilization” is “Civil.” The word “Civil” has shit to do with the law and order of the society of a town or city-state. The word “society” is an abstract noun. By “society” we mean the actual people of a given area, their culture, how they live and interact with each other, and how their collective actions brings into being an economy [exchange of labor and goods/services] for said given area, and how such economy brings into being the welfare and well-being of all civil members/citizens/participants involved.

And so, when we say things like: “The Fall of Rome,” or the “Collapse of the Roman Empire,” we are speaking in abstract/reific terms that deal with nothing concrete in reality. What we mean in Reality [re: Realism] when we say “Roman Empire” is an Italic people who had military and political power to dominate much of the European continent. And therefore, when we say “dominate” in this case, what we actually/really mean is that said Italic people used military power [do what we say or we kill you and burn your towns down] to re-organize the civil order of towns and cities in territories such Italic people conquered. “Re-organize the civil order” means that as Rulers of those conquered cities, they created new Rules for people to follow. And with such new rules and regulations, the social order and functionalism of such cities and civil society operated differently. That’s what we mean by “Roman Empire.”

And so, when we say “The Fall of the Roman Empire,” what we really mean to say is that those cities, those urban centers, that were once under the rule of such Italic people failed to function, just like how your car one day fails to function: because a car and a city are both cybernetic entities, meaning that they are Systems, where Units that compose the System must work together in order for the System to function properly. The city of Detroit is a good example of a city that has failed to function. Hurricane Katrina is a great example of what the social order, the civil rules of New Orleans and adjacent areas failed to function cybernetically looks like. People during Hurricane Katrina, in that area ran amok, the cops fled for the lives, food and water stopped being shipped into the area, people killed each other for water bottles.

And so, when “Rome” “Fell,” the urban civilization of the Roman Empire may have collapsed, but the Rural folks in the countryside, continued to eke out a living and subsistence, as they always have.

So… although the Roman Civilization fell/collapsed, the Country Folk, and those urban people who fled cities into the Rural Countryside for safety, survived the fall of “Roman” “Civilization,” and eventually became the base/foundation of a new kind of civilization known as the Feudal City-State, which would eventually develop over many hundred of years into the various Kingdoms of Europe.

The civilization known today as “The United States of America,” will not exist forever. In fact, America [and the rest of the West] are in its civilizational life cycle of Decadence/Decay. One day, America will collapse as a social and political entity. But when it does collapse, the rural people, who live in those isolated pockets of small towns and villages out in Nature and the Countryside, will adapt, adjust, and continue living their human lives, until some new species of social and political power/entity comes into being.

And so, Aeonically speaking, it would be more wiser to invest o9a memes, the Sinister Tradition, and o9a’s Aeonic Aims/Goals in the Countryside, in Rural Folks. Because “civilization,” which is to say: the social and political system of urban/metropolitan centers, are subject to collapse and disfunction for many reasons.

If we know and understand that a civilization, like any living entity [biological or memetic] has a life cycle, and therefore grows old, weak, and dies, then it’s simply a wiser investment to put our bets on the “uncivilized people,” meaning those people who inhabit “Uncivilization.” And so, Countryside Nexions, may be a more stable means of actually seeding the future. Something like this:

Such Countryside Nexions would primarily be small local groups who live in small towns and villages and unincorporated areas. Their simple main purposes would be to conserve and preserve their Folk, Culture, Traditions, Customs, Ways of Life, and to prepare for the eventual collapse of urban society [meaning civilization]. Such a nexion would be mixed with Rounwytha & Animistic [or even neo-paganism or Heathenism], Reichsfolk, plus a few core ideas and concepts of o9a’s Sinister Tradition.

I think many observant people, and many intelligent people, are now beginning to notice that the world as we know it is heading in a very bad direction. China and Russia are up to something. Russia has troops next to Ukraine, Israel and Hamas are fighting and Russia threatens to get involved, China and Australia are throwing fighting words and threats at each other, China is getting aggressive with Taiwan… any of these situations, if such turns into an actual war, would most likely drag America in, and thus a Global Conflict has the potential to erupt. World War 3 is looking more likely as time passes. If America doesn’t fall from the outside [by way of war], it will collapse from the inside [homeless, drugs, abandoned cities, etc]. Or both.

This is what the Left and Right are fighting over: a sick and dying civilization. When the Buddha was a young man, he jumped the walls of his palace and ventured outside to see the external world for the first time. What he saw of the external world is called the 4 Adversities: 1) Old Age, 2) Sickness, 3) Death, & 4) A Shramana [feral ascetic]. Per Buddha: All things grow old, become sick and diseased, and die. Like the Shramana [one who Struggles/Shram] one must fight and struggle to survive, against that Current of Adversity, or decay. And holding onto the inevitable, holding onto what must change and decay, is the Cause of Dukkham [suffering].

America and the West is sick, diseased, and in a state of decay. As it gets weaker, it will not have the force to struggle against Shram, against Nature’s Force of Adversity: against Satan. Its cities and urban centers, and urban society will decay. And scavengers and vultures [China, Russia & Friends] will be there waiting to take the remains.

It’s times like this that reminds me of how right some of the Founding Fathers were. Many of the Founding Fathers were against the idea of having a standing army and also of America having Military alliances/treaties/obligations: we end up using our own money to fight other people’s wars, which results in our own citizens dying for the cause and objectives of other people and their interests.

If or When urban society and politics [civilization] falls, those city people, the Mundanes, the urban Satanists/occultists/neo-pagans/clowns, will be a bad investment of Aeonic Endeavor: they’d be the first to die. Primarily of starvation and lack of water. But they would be the first to die also because the only thing protecting them – keeping them safe – from Natural Darwinian Human Nature, is Law and Order. That Law and Order collapsed during Hurricane Katrina remember, which was temporary. When civilization falls, that collapse of Law and Order is permanent.

/Chloe


Country Life

Posted: May 13th, 2021 | Author: | Filed under: Alchemy, Civil War, Drecc, Dreccian, ghetto, Leftists, Mundanes, neo-marxism, Occultism, Order of Nine Angles, Rounwytha, The Sinisterly Numinous Tradition | Tags: , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on Country Life

.:.I made it to Oregon; and I got internet connection again. I now live in a very rural county called Coos County. I’ve physically adjusted easily to the new environment. But I’m having a very difficult time psychologically adjusting, because I’ve been born, raised, and living my whole life in Southern California, where everywhere you go there are cities, suburbs, and urbanized areas, giant shopping malls, and so on… and here, way out in the rural/countryside/boondocks: there is nothing but open vast open fields of emerald green grass, endless forests that go on forever in every direction, lakes and rivers everywhere you go, and lots of cows and sheep.

The countryside here in Oregon is very different than Orange County or LA! The biggest “city” here in Coos County is called “Coos Bay” which has a population of a mere 16,000 people! 16,000 People is like 10 Mexican neighborhoods back in LA! All of the other “cities” in Coos County are properly “Towns,” not cities. Each town here has a population of 9,000 or under. The towns are so small that Coos Bay has the only DMV in the whole county! I have to switch my California driver’s license to an Oregon one, and so I have to go to the Department of Motor Vehicles [DMV], and Coos Bay has the only DMV for the whole county. Coos Bay is so isolated that the nearest big city of Eugene is 2 hours away; Portland is 4 hours away. Eugene is about the size of Fullerton or Anaheim.

We were driving around the county, exploring, and looking around, and we saw the little towns for the first time. We had to stop in the middle of traffic, and had a “What The Fuck” moment, because we thought for a few minutes that we had accidently driven into a Wild West Cowboy movie set because all of the buildings looked like those old Cowboy Western buildings and saloons. My sister said: “That’s not a movie set… that’s their city.” It felt like you had driven into a fucking time warp into the past.

Over 95% of Coos County are White People. But they are different than White People in Orange County and LA Suburbs. White folks here are very friendly, they smile, say hi, and wave at you. Neighbors talk to you and each other. Neighbors even share things with each other. Whereas in Cali, you can go for years without ever knowing your neighbors.

White People here are a modest breed of people. They wear financially modest clothing; you rarely see brand name clothing. They also live in financially modest homes, and drive financially modest cars. Most White people here drive big trucks. Half of the White men here have beards.

There are in general 3 main groups of White People here in Coos County. The first group is the most visible. This group is the old Retired White People who all have big RVs that are like buses. This first group travel in their RVs up and down Oregon’s Southwest Coast and park their RVs in places called “RV Parks.” I’ve never seen an RV Park before, until I got here to Coos County. An RV Park is like a cross between a big parking lot and a camp site. Most of the RV Parks here in Coos County are located in nice places such as overlooking lakes, near big rivers, by the beaches, and so on.

This group of White People – old retired RV nomads – dominate the city council of Coos Bay, and so, per their mentality and aims, they fight to keep Coos Bay from growing and expanding into a large city, since they desire to keep Coos Bay a tourist place for tourists and RV nomads like themselves, who enjoy nature and the beautiful environment. Thus, the population of Coos Bay is very small [16,000]. This also means that there are not a lot of industries or diverse jobs in Coos Bay. The lumber industry and fishing industry are the biggest ones here. And so, many men here are lumber jacks or fishermen. In the tiny city of Coos Bay, there are two whole casinos. And so, you can find jobs there. You can also find work in the many hotels and restaurants.

Because the city council works to keep Coos Bay from expanding, housing in Coos Bay is very problematic, especially rentals. It’s very hard to rent an apartment or house here, because of the limits imposed on the city by the city council, and because of Oregon’s bizarre rent laws. All apartments, homes, condos, or anything which desires to rent itself to the public must work through a middle-man called a “Rental Agency.” You submit applications of specific apartments or homes you desire to rent to a Rental Agent, and they put you on a list for that specific unit being rented: the first person or family who qualifies gets the unit.

Because the housing thing is a huge hassle and because there are no good jobs or work here, Coos Bay has a homeless and drug problem. It’s nowhere as bad as the homeless problem you’d see in LA or Portland or Eugene, but there are a few homeless people and there is a problem with the bored and poor sections of society here who do meth.

The other third portion of White People here are the rural farmers. Coos County is rural proper. If you drive in any direction from Coos Bay city for about 5 miles, you will end up seeing vast fields of beautiful lush grass, which are used to raise primarily cows and sheep. I have never seen a baby lamb before, until I moved here. They are very cute! The cows are black or brown, which means they are raised eventually for their meat. The cows and sheep live a very nice and relaxed life in vast open fields all day.

The farmers live in modest homes and in trailers. Sometimes their homes look dilapidated and poor. I wrongly assumed that they were poor people, until I check how much their land cost. When we saw the beautiful open fields, we all wanted to buy a house with about 10-40 acres of such open field. So I looked around for the price of such kinds of open fields, and they were about $1 million or more! They look poor, but they have wealth locked up in their land and livestock. It was wrong for me to assume that they were poor, using California standards.

The farming class are a friendly breed of people. They wear modest clothes that are not expensive brand names. They own tractors. All the males seem to have beards and wear straw hats. The females don’t usually wear makeup or fix their hair up. A majority of them – especially those around our age [Y & Z Gen] – seem to be shy or timid around people they know are from California. They can tell we aren’t from around the area [not natives] by how we dress, carry ourselves, and talk our English. You don’t organically realize you speak English with a SoCal accent until you talk with them, because they talk their English differently.

Besides the rural farmers, there are the rural folks who live in the woods, who don’t farm. Their houses are found along twisted and curvy little streets in the forest, by rivers and such. They have beards also, and a lot of junk in their yards. The junk consists of mostly old rusty vehicles. These folks in the woods seem to have their own rural community economy, where their homes doubles as shops. Some of their homes are art galleries.

The last third portion of White People here are the children and grandchildren [descendants] of those rural farmers and rural forest-dwelling folks. This group are the ones who come together to form and build those small towns and small cities in the county.

The 101 Freeway that we are familiar with in Cali, here in Coos County becomes the Main Street of every township here [or a small highway that breaks off of the 101 is their Main Street]. There homes are located on small streets which are tributaries of the 101 and the small highways, which are two lane highways here. The speed limit in town – when you drive through the town – is only 20 miles per hour. All of their shops are located along the 101, which is their main street.

The people who live in such towns are different than their farming and woodland kindred in that the people who are around our age seem to try to be more “cosmopolitan” or “metropolitan” like us in cities and suburbs out in Cali. There are kids in these towns who are “punkers” with dyed hair. I’ve seen a few skaters as well. Interestingly, I don’t see very many people out here into the Cowboy subculture! They all try to be more like the people they see on TV from places like Cali and New York and so on.

These White People in town remind me of White People I’ve seen around Arizona and parts of Nevada: they are ordinary people, friendly, not stuck up, but modest in dress and demeanor. To get a better understanding of what kind of people these White People here are, I surfed their local radio frequencies to see what kind of music they listen to in general. There are a few radio stations that play Alternative and Pop, a few stations that play Classic Rock, many stations that play Country music, surprisingly a few stations that play Classical and Jazz, a few stations that play Gospel music and Church preaching, and that’s it.

My friend Beast Xeno told me that when you move out to a new environment like this, that your perspective about things will change accordingly. He’s very right. The rural environment and the people here are starting to change the way I see and feel about things. Which is why I am having a hard time adjusting psychologically.

First it’s like a major Culture Shock. I come from Southern California, where there are so many Mexicans, that everyone speaks Spanish everywhere you go. Out here, in Coos County, nobody speaks Spanish. Everyone speaks English! After being here for a few days, exposed to the English coming out of everybody’s mouth, I was so weirded out that I said out loud to my sister and Vanessa: “Wow… it’s like we’re finally in America! Everyone speaks English.”

Another thing that shocked me was when we drive around in Cali, we see Mexicans working the streets, as city street workers, like they lay down asphalt, fix potholes, put those orange cones around the streets. I’m so used to seeing Mexicans do that type of work, that when I saw White People do that work here in Coos County, I was shocked and confused. That White People did common labor.

Another thing that shocked me was when we went into a McDonalds to get some hamburgers. I’m used to seeing Mexicans work hamburger places. When I walked inside a McDonalds here, there were young White People working the place.

I now realize that my perspective and opinions/views about society is born from, rooted in, the place I live. In California, especially Orange County, I believed that White People did not have a culture, because they were atheists, were into New Age shit, and practiced cultural appropriation. But here, in a rural countryside, you can see and witness that these White People here do indeed have their own culture, traditions, and way of life.

A culture, traditions, and way of life that is fast dying. There is a huge disconnect between the White People here [who constitutes over 95% of the population] and the faces you see on their local TV shows and commercials. I was shocked and confused to see Black People and Latinos faces on their local TV shows and commercials; given the 95% majority race here. I was so taken aback that I said out loud, as I was watching a commercial: “What are Black People doing on TV here?”

I feel very bad for the White People here because their media bombards them with faces and cultural shit that do not represent their People and Way of Life here. Their morning news is from New York and their TV shows are from California. The people and cultures of New York and California have nothing to do with the Rural Folk here and in other rural places. It’s Incremental Cultural Liquidation.

Incremental Cultural Liquidation is what China is using to push Tibetan people into racial and cultural extinction. It happens gradually, and with the young people, since they’re the most receptive to the invasive memes. The older Tibetans can resist and fight off the cultural liquidation all they want, but they will die and the new generation takes over.

And so little by little, the young Tibetan teens speak more Chinese than Tibetan. They think Chinese pop music and Chinese cultural stuff is “cool” and trendy, and so they stop listening to Tibetan music and so on. They think Chinese clothing and style is cool, and so they adopt that as well. They feel weird or shameful for living in rural areas of Tibet, and so they move into cities in China to find work and jobs. They like cute Chinese girls.

Slowly, with each new generation, Tibetan culture and Tibetan religion, and the Tibetan ethnicities are being pushed towards racial extinction: which is genocide.

The same thing is happening in America with White People. The System and the Left/Neo-Marxists have deemed White People as its enemy, and are using the same Incremental Cultural Liquidation with White People. It’s “cool” to be like people from California and New York. And so you see the younger generation of White People here mimic and emulate what they see, what their media – Leftist Propaganda – feed them. I walked into a gas station the other day, to pick up a few snacks for our road trip, and there was a young White guy and his White buddy hanging out and working the counter. The buddy was in a back room just behind the counter with an old radio. The radio was playing rap music. There isn’t a fucking Black dude 50 miles around them, and there isn’t any ghettos here.

My perspective is slowly changing. I once believed that multiculturalism is fucked up and doesn’t work. But being here, in the countryside, and seeing all these White People has made me question such views. As I walk and drive around, seeing these White People working common labor, an old movie I once watched keeps popping into my mind.

It’s an old movie that takes place in the ancient Roman Empire days. Rome had conquered England and parts of the North. And so, the Romans began shipping blonds down to Italy to be sold off as slaves. One day a Roman aristocrat sees a young blond boy and says: “Such a fair race shouldn’t be made slaves.”

My perspective has changed to where I believe that it is not right and is unbecoming for White People and East Asians to be engaged in basal common labor. Blacks and Mexicans should be doing that shit. Races with high IQs shouldn’t be doing the work and labor of those underling races with low IQs.

The ancient Aryans in India and the ancient Aryavarta had it correct: a Caste system which strictly structures races into tiers, and gives each race duties and work according to their Dharma. The various Aryan tribes and races were at the top as Brahmins and Royals, and the dark skinned races – Dravidian & Munda – were at the bottom castes. “Strictly Structured” means that if or when you breach your caste and its duties and so on you were killed. In ancient times, only offspring of a Brahmin were allowed to learn and study the sacerdotal language of Sanskrit. If you were not Brahmin Spawn, and you tried to learn Sanskrit, you were either beaten or killed. Which was one reason why the Buddha forbade his followers to translate his teachings into Sanskrit.

India and the ancient Aryavarta, as well as the places the Aryan tribes colonized, are good examples of how multicultural and multiracial societies can function well for hundreds and thousands of years; by way of strict and total racial stratification.

Dharma is a concept many people don’t understand. Dharma means your Natural/Organic Disposition/Nature. For example, most people are by Nature and Ethos: inconsiderate. They lack the capacity to Consider others. It can be small things, like how Mexican guys park their cars like they own the parking lot: they lack the capacity to Consider others, where they think and feel in their hearts: “If I park like this, other won’t be able to park in this lot because my truck takes up 4 parking spaces.” That’s Dharma.

Honor is Dharmic. Not everyone has equal capacity to be Honorable. If you lend a person $10, and he never pays you back, that is lack in the ability to honor his debt. When you make a promise, it requires the capacity to be Honorable to keep that promise. There is no such thing as equality in Nature, and so there is no such thing as every human being and race having the same level and quality of Honor. That’s Dharma.

And so, stratifying people and races goes beyond measuring IQ and Intelligence and skin color. Dharma is the factor of caste and feudal stratification.

My second change in perspective has to do with “Mundanes.” Back in California, when I used the term “Mundanes,” I was referring to the mundane people around me, in these cities and urban areas: they are generic, low quality human beings. And because I was born and raised and lived in SoCal, I assumed that all people were like that. But out here in the boondocks, the rural folks here don’t fit the reference and term “Mundane.” They are a kind and gentle folk, they are considerate, many of them might be poor but they take care of each other, they have a sense of community with their neighbors, they have their own culture, complete with their own traditions, traditional cuisines. The people here are not the type to be described by derogatory terms, or the type to be disliked or hate on. They are ordinary people, but they aren’t Mundanes.

I need to redefine what I mean by “Mundanes.” It seems to mean the “Generic Homo Hubris Who Populates Urban Areas.” People in these rural areas are a whole different breed: they are gentle and modest, not hubristic. Too gentle for their own good, because they have a Political System that has identified them as The Enemy.

My Third change in perspective has to do with my views about Crime & Violence, and Dreccian stuff. I now understand that, when living in the cities, in urban areas, being confrontational, using violence, and doing crime, and so on are Reactionary behaviors to the said Urban Environment, which is essentially a Neo-Darwinian “Dog-Eat-Dog” environment. And, per Natural Law, all things, including human behavior, are products of its matrical environment.

The urban environment, in cities across Southern California at least, is stressful, because there are so many gangs out there, so much general competition, so much crime, that you have to – as we say in English – “Fight fire with fire.” You have to be Dreccian in such a Neo-Darwinian environment to survive and thrive.

Out here in the countryside there are no gangs. My sister feared that there would be gangs. I laughed and told her: “There is no such thing as White People gangs. Bloods and Crips and stuff like that are phenomena of ghettos from California and New York and Texas and other big crowded metropolitan areas. Ordinary White kids don’t have gangs. If they do, it’s a wannabe gang.” In SoCal, poor neighborhoods are riddled with street gang graffiti. Here in Coos County and in the other rural counties, there are no graffiti of any kind, even in the poorest neighborhoods.

Here in Coos County, there is a Corrections Facility [a prison]. It’s a laughable prison. This prison has a capacity of 250 prisoners. The only people that go to that prison are people who are alcoholics, meth-heads that need to be taken off the street when they are high, people who did petty property theft, homeless guys who are mentally impaired, domestic violence shit, and that’s about it. The prison is in the woods, next to a lake and river, by the beach, in a beautiful setting, and is minimal security. The prisoners look like trailer park trash, what are call “Pobuckers.” These prisoners/criminals here are basically clowns. If they were in Southern Cali, they’d be obliterates by LA criminals. And if they were inside a Southern Cali prison, they’d all be girlfriends of California inmates.

Urban style -neo-darwinian style – crime doesn’t fit in the countryside. It’s just not the right environment. These people have communities and their own culture and way of life. And I believe such community and culture shouldn’t be corrupted or interfered with. These people and their communities should just be left alone. And so, being a Drecc, out here in the rural countryside, is environmentally out of place. We are all a product of our environment. It’s hard to be a Drecc or a violent criminal gang member, when you live in a thick forest, surrounded by a bunch of trees and rivers and cows and sheep and elks. Coos County is an actual Temperate Rainforest [an immensely beautiful one], where it rains half the year.

I currently live in a town which has a population size of 9,000 people. 98% of the town is White. This town is like Sleepy Hollow [every city and town in Coos County is]. Every day, after 6PM, everybody vanishes off the street and the whole town is dead quiet. It’s like the town got abandoned. I’m used to how Southern Cali is, where it’s always busy, day and night, always loud, people hang out until late at night and shit. Not here. I have no idea what these people do for fun [besides meth]. And oddly, on the weekends, all of their little shops are closed. The town is so small, and the style of architecture is so old fashioned, that you literally feel like you’re living in the Wild West Cowboys and Indian era, and any moment there’s gunna be a gun shoot out in front of the saloon.

I can now see that the o9a’s Rounwytha Way has its place and environment. Being Drecc out here is pretty much useless and out of place. Me and Vanessa can probably beat up 6 White guys here and take their money, and they wouldn’t put up a fight, because they are scrawny and a little too gentle for their own good. I think it’s time for me – due to my new environment and my age – to age-out of the Drecc thing and grow into being a Rounwytha and focus my awareness on the Natural Pagan spirit of the area.

I like Coos County a lot. It’s an exceptionally beautiful environment. Driving here is a pleasure, even for hours. It’s like taking your car for a hike in the woods. Everywhere you drive, a giant river of some kind follows you. When you are not flanked on both sides by forest, you are flanked by huge emerald green pastural fields dotted with cattle and sheep. Frequently, as you drive, you see deer, elk, and wild turkey. The only honking you hear is the honking of geese flying over you to some nearby lake or pond. The rivers are as wide as lakes. The lakes are as wide as bays. The creeks are as big as any river you’d find in Southern California. The trees here, their stupendous height, make any tree in SoCal look like shrubs. The beaches are rarely crowded and are only a few minutes drive. With hiking shoes and binoculars, you can spend all day walking and driving around, exploring. If there will ever be a civil war or third world war, I’ll be pretty safe, because there is plenty of fresh water to drink, and plenty of wild animals to hunt, and plenty of thick forests to enter into to hide.

If you are a typical urbanite, used to the city-life in those big cities: you will go insane living out here. This place is almost literally a retirement community of old people: the RV Nomads who are enjoying their retirement in a place where their retirement money goes a long way. There are more old people here than people our age.

You have to like Nature, the Out Doors, hiking, going to the beach, exploring rivers and lakes, watching wild life, riding a boat around the rivers and lakes, whale watching, looking for crabs and clams and crayfish to cook and eat, looking at trees, fern, and the other plants, visiting the sand dunes: because that is all there is to do out here. At night, you can see the stars and Milky Way.

It’s a great place to be intimate with Nature, to reconnect with the Animistic Nature Spirits: the gnomes, sylphs, elves, and so on. Your mind and awareness can easily get lost in the Nature that surrounds you. It’s quiet and peaceful. The perfect place and environment for a Buddhist-Rounwytha to sit still and Contemplate and listen to Nature Preach Her ineffable Gospel.

/Chloe