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One of the most pleasant aspects of middle age in my case has been the utter shedding of any concern about what people think of me or how many I influence. For me, it is now about quality over quantity. I feel freed to be my quirky, oddball self in ways I have never felt before, and with this freedom comes a great locus of control. Your cringe has no power over me.
I believe my Pledge to Say the Pledge (of Allegiance) helped in some small yet significant part to save America from four to eight years under Kamala “Quid Pro Hoe” Harris and her word salad, heels-up approach to diplomacy. Our battles over here in the States are not over — in fact, they have just begun, so that is why I would appreciate anyone willing to say the Pledge of Allegiance every day, envisioning the American flag in their minds, to lend power to that astral pyramid. The observant will notice I said absolutely nothing about Donald Trump, Kamala Harris, Joe Biden, or any specific political pundit in my Pledge to Say the Pledge essay. I don’t allow any celebrity or politician to live rent free in my head, not even to pity him or her, and neither should you. Any given politician or celebrity is a temporary diversion and the end product of a dream. The dream itself is what matters.
God Save the Queen lyrics
I believe my Pledge to Say the Pledge (of Allegiance) helped in some small yet significant part to save America from four to eight years under Kamala “Quid Pro Hoe” Harris and her word salad, heels-up approach to diplomacy. Our battles over here in the States are not over — in fact, they have just begun, so that is why I would appreciate anyone willing to say the Pledge of Allegiance every day, envisioning the American flag in their minds, to lend power to that astral pyramid. The observant will notice I said absolutely nothing about Donald Trump, Kamala Harris, Joe Biden, or any specific political pundit in my Pledge to Say the Pledge essay. I don’t allow any celebrity or politician to live rent free in my head, not even to pity him or her, and neither should you. Any given politician or celebrity is a temporary diversion and the end product of a dream. The dream itself is what matters.
I will now state the obvious: Britain is in big trouble. Most of this trouble is coming from masses of people imported from elsewhere, some (not all) of whom are violent, stupid, and backwards with no hope of redemption. There is already talk of civil war and calls for one side to retreat to the countryside in order to cut off supply chains to cities. The kind of guerrilla war this would ignite is not of a sort than anyone wants — the current goings on in Israel and its Gaza strip would be an eerily prescient preview of Britain’s future. Nobody will win.
Call me Pollyanna if you will (it’s really funny to be this much of a goody two-shoes dork after 20 years of nihilistic atheism) but I think the only way through here is to focus on the positive. Britain has a great deal going for it, and if we are going to save it, we will only do so by building up its spirit.
Calling all Anglophiles
If you are British or like me, a non-Brit who likes Britain and British people, you are cordially invited to lend your power to Britain in this time of need. Every day, please listen and/or sing along to the British National Anthem, God Save the Queen.
God Save the Queen lyrics
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and Glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the Queen!
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and Glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the Queen!
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter her enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God, save us all!
Scatter her enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God, save us all!
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign;
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign;
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Occultists know that Christian occultist Dion Fortune (1890-1946) is probably the reason why Britain and Europe are not speaking German today. Fortune deduced that early Nazi victories seemed to have uncanny help. High level Nazis were whispered to be using magic to overcome resistance and clearly it was working. Poland folded like a paper napkin. Anywhere the Nazis stormed, nations cucked. For a time, Britain stood alone against the Axis powers.
Fortune and her small band of like-minded souls gathered at the holiest place in Britain, Glastonbury, to fight for Britain in the only way that works: on the plane of egregores and astral pyramids. Eschewing any mention of politics and avoiding all forms of physical, direct action, Fortune and her Fraternity of the Inner Light did a weekly discursive meditation ritual in order to bolster the British spirit and to call down the Divine for assistance. Why she emphatically chose to warn all her followers against strapping explosives to their chests was clear: you don’t do the Work on the physical plane because the physical plane is downstream of the imagination and the spirit, not the other way around. The physical plane is the realm of effects, not of causality. Meatworld is an illusion. If you want to make actual change, do it in the realm of causality and call upon wise and powerful beings who are much smarter than humans for help.
But Kimberly, I’m neither a mystic nor an Inner Light frat member…
You don’t need to be. For the next year, every day take a moment to keep the best aspects of Britain and its natives in your heart. You can do this by singing along to God Save the Queen, but you can also express your gratitude for the Britain of old in a thousand ways, none of them which involve anger or vengeance towards the invaders or the current British elite who are their Not-see puppeteers. Fly the Union Jack or wear it as a T shirt. Watch old reruns of Black Adder. Laughter is powerful medicine against horror. Have a pint and pour an ounce on the ground in honor of the Queen. Confound their knavish tricks by building the light within you. I know this seems goofy and silly but to my mind it is the only thing that truly works.
Godspeed and God save the Queen, my noble men.
