For Europeans and their spiritual descendants, today is the Day of the Dead. Visit a cemetery. Pray for the good deaths of your ancestors. Ask for their blessings.
The hour of your death is unknown, the fact of your death is certain. To live without the awareness of death is to live like an animal.
To live without principles is to be “unprincipled”. If you do something because “it is interesting” or “I like it” or “we are on the same side”, is to act without principles.
Men are always looking out over their fence in case something more interesting comes along. They claim to be “broadening their horizons.” Instead of living more broadly, they need to be living more deeply.
Blackbirds are attracted to the shiniest object on the ground. Men, too, flitter about, afraid of missing out on the next next phase.
Grow a mustache for Movember.
People send me links to things I have no interest in, such as what the neo-pagans and “radical traditionalists” think, or whether the Druids approve of Gornahoor or not. As for myself, I prefer to consult the gypsy with the gold-capped tooth.
My reader complained a few months back that I am a poor rhetorician. However, I do know enough about rhetoric to realize a story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Hence, Gornahoor will have an end. There are over 700 posts; I hope, Deo volente, to reach 1001 and then stop. Post #1001 has already been written.
A reader said I would be remembered for providing some good translations, so there will be some translations among the last posts. A rhetorician cannot disappoint his audience.
The open secret to increase Internet views is to flatter the serfs. In days of yore, only the elite could read and write, so historians don’t know what the serfs thought all day long. Now, with universal literacy, we know all too well how serfs think. Unfortunately, it is now difficult to find what the elite are thinking … not that many can even tell them apart anymore.
Satan always makes his snares alluring and appealing. However, being such a trickster, he always leaves his calling card behind: a big turd right in the middle. Men carefully walk around it to “get to the good stuff”.
Men love those enticements. The alternative is to purge one’s mind of all vain opinions, desires, fears, anxieties, and so on. Men fear to do that, since they believe there will be nothing left, they will no longer have a self or an identity. On the contrary, in that clearing the Spirit will generate a new Self, the Logos, the opposite of the satanic chaos of the mind.
That is the esoteric meaning of the expression: “When you go to the woman, do not forget the whip.” Does anyone understand this?
I am at the point where I need to concentrate on preparation for my own death, to be numbered among the perfecti. To train sea lions for the circus is not a fit occupation for a beautiful old man.
I asked my gypsy fortune teller about the future of Gornahoor. She cried.