A Forest Passage

Imagine the levels of paranoia you must have to be terrified by a John Constable painting. Britain isn’t a serious country.

Self-quotation is the forge of arrogance, but permit this one indulgence: "By drawing the lines of acceptable speech, the state permits the anarch further understanding of where the true demarcation of his freedom lies. He views this not as a restriction on his speech, but as a widening of the battlefield on which the wider propaganda struggle can be fought. If the System extends the protection of “hate speech” legislation to cover certain protected groups, to the anarch this only confirms the identities of potential threats. The Schmittian friend / enemy distinction becomes that much clearer." By proscribing native Brits from advocating for their own interests, the UK government has voluntarily drawn that same distinction. The situation could not be any clearer. The area of the battlefield has been expanded, and you are in hostile, occupied territory. Now, and with a sense of calm purpose, consider how this declaration of the System can be used to your advantage, and prepare accordingly.

Verified. https://find-and-update.company-information.service.gov.uk/officers/mkzGUQsrCmN-dtUfAC1ZRnV94LY/appointments

Toby Young, the man running the Free Speech Union, the one that supports so-called 'hate speech' laws, also happens to run the British Friends of Israel. What a cohencidence.

Wistman’s Wood, in Dartmoor; Devonshire, England. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Some believe the name of this forest derives from local lore related to an ancient European belief known as The Wild Hunt. In Germanic lore, the Wild Hunt was associated with the god Odin/Wodan, while in Brythonic Celtic lore, it was Gwyn ap Nudd who led the ghostly procession. Local lore used to speak of the Wild Hunt being made up of ghostly hounds known as Wisht Hounds or Yeth. These would seem to be a local version of the Welsh Cwn Annwn, the hunting hounds of Gwyn ap Nudd. The name of Devon itself also recalls the Celtic past of the region, as it is an English rendering of the name of the Celtic Kingdom of Dumnonia, of which it was once a part. The rendering of the name is Dewnens in modern Cornish, Dyfnaint in modern Welsh. After the Saxons took control of the region, they continued referring to the local people as ‘Defnas’, and the name thus remains to this day. Celtic Europe - channel link (please share!): https://t.me/CelticEurope

Like all adversity, I think prison is a great opportunity for personal development. The first and most lasting challenge of jail is overcoming the environment. Prison is much like broader society but refined; simplified and intensified. And like broader society the prison environment attempts to influence you. Society’s influence is more sophisticated, it sways you through entertainment and opportunity, playing on the human ego and the perception of freedom. But prison’s influence is based almost entirely on rules, some of them rigid and others loose and only enforced socially, both are easier to recognise and resist than society’s culture. Prison is less corrosive to the individual personality than society, because prison is more honest than society. There are no illusions in jail as to what you are and where you stand; the realest difference between prison and society is that in prison you know you’re a slave. So in jail I learned how to blend in with slaves, ostensibly I worked to appear as though I belonged but internally I remained completely hostile to the institution and its culture. Prison will try to break you, that is to say the institution will try to produce a fear of consequence resulting in obsequiousness. It’s very important therefore to learn how to ostensibly obey while remaining internally, invisibly hostile at all times. You will learn that hostility is better expressed once you’ve improved your position. In all seriousness, spending some of my younger days in prison was favourable to my development because prison does not bombard you with advertisements, destructive music and political messaging, constant lures and temptations. The internet is not available there and so your world shrinks, your mind becomes more focused on what matters to you and what’s within your control. Your sensitivity to pleasures dramatically increases, since anything producing a chemical-reward affect in the brain is far less accessible. Suddenly, you can read. You can write. You can think and you can do it free of any distraction. Realistically, prison is an opportunity and anybody forced to go there should always think of it that way. Like in most situations, you can be a victim of circumstance or you can use circumstances to grow.

Blair Cottrell chanelling Jünger's Anarch right here.

Just a quick word to all of the various types of regime employees and loyalists who may monitor channels like this one. The regime you work for puts British men in jail for the design and distribution of lawful stickers bearing factual statements which express opposition to the transformation of Britain into an anarcho-tyrannical dystopia full of tens of millions of foreigners, in which gangs of foreign men sexually enslave and torture British schoolgirls in the hundreds of thousands with impunity, and in which White people are ethnically cleansed in the millions, dispossessed of everything, and demonised, guilt-tripped, gaslit, and otherwise psychologically abused from cradle to grave. You know fully well what you're participating in. And you know fully well that no normal British person ever got a say in it, and had we, you know what we would have said and would still say. So you have no excuses. You'd do well to remember that mobs are a lot less cool-headed and reasonable than politically minded people with Telegram channels. Whatever happens to people like you in the future, all of it will serve you fucking right. I hope I live to see it.