Issue #3: Helpless Prey To Immortality



1. Prologue by Helmholtz

2. The Ritual of Metal Performance in Concert by Helmholtz

3. Stoner Adventures: Vol. Zero by Kaveh

4. Drunk with Fire by Helmholtz

5. Tangerine Dream – Ricochet: Review by Kaveh

6. Music as an Expression of Abstract Form by Kaveh

7. Hessian Politics, Nationalism, and the Design for Hessiandom by Helmholtz


The rumble of the tanks commences, and rifles are gripped in tension before the oncoming clouded mass, impenetrable, opaque in blackened, rugose thickness and ponderous hovering. How guilefully it belies its swift feet of Thanatos, blessed by His gas-masked acolytes of apocalypse! With veins strained and fingers tightened, the artillery roars and the charge begins. Springing forward in sprinting action: mors triumphalis! Totentanz! Corps of the modern mighty warrior, disciples of technics thrust forward. Hah! No mightier than Antaeus, when the earth is ripped from beneath him, for before you lies the leveller. There is no Jacob nor Heracles among you,( and pitiful few of the stock of Prometheus, to boot!) nor will any of you sprout a new organ or apparatus to protect you from what approaches. Fools, brave may you be, there is no antidote to reality. Are you resigned?


As the clouded mass devours laughing, with the many limbed dance of chemical swords, cutting down the living in an aura of NIHIL, witness this parley `twixt the heavens, earth, and hells, this divine art! Behold the bodies, intact, bereft of life, helpless prey to immortality, the work of the Absolute! Verily, the wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. Lo, even through your pitiful ideals, your attempt to destroy without destruction, your war against war, the wisdom manifests and stands undefeated, eternal. You? You could not hope to mar this. You were meant to feed the fire that burns without a flame, the eternal wheels of action, in cold bonfires of deadly gas. Who among you can truly stand up to death? Dare you challenge Yama? Stand before Shiva…

The Ritual of Metal Performance in Concert

If one has ever observed the performance of a band, and the reaction of a crowd at a metal concert of good quality, it immediately strikes them as different from that of the standard musical performance.  There seems to be little effort on the part of the band to reach out to the audience, though not out of nervousness.  If anything, the persona that a better metal band takes on stage is one of withdrawal completely into the realm of the music.  Indeed, at a better concert, the crowd itself mirrors this transformation accordingly.  Additionally, this withdrawal and elevated position of the band in question is not of the rock star manner, exalting in glorification by the audience, and thus ego-assuaging (“Oh, they really love me!“), but rather in a conscious effort to transfigure through the music themselves and the “worshippers“.  This can be easily noted by the intense manner of possession a metal crowd displays in certain contexts, which past simply having the audience groove to a beat, has them whipping their hair and heads in dervish like manner, mirroring the Dionysian rituals of Sufism for one, and additionally sporting the near-combat of the pit.

Part of the distinction between this, and the “telluric“ nature of what Evola saw in a jazz performance (which at the time was also allotted a Dionysian character in music and dance) has to do with the nature of the music itself, and of the actions of the crowd in response.  There is (or should be) a distinct lack of humanism in a metal music and as mentioned before, in the manner of performance.  As in metaphor through texts such as the Bhagavad Gita, the sublime principle of the Absolute often reveals itself on this earth in the form of terrifying destruction, in that case, in the form of war, echoing the difficulty of the Self`s identification with it, and thus realization of the immanence of transcendence.  So in the same way, a proper metal band assumes the form of impersonal manifestations of pure power and aloofness, transforming the concert into a ritual of war.  Consider head banging, for example.  Aside from resembling the revelries of the Sufi Dervishes (as well these being paralleled in the oft cited metal practices of bloodletting and other onstage self-destruction, showing the nature of divine intoxication present as well as embrace and reminding of death and how it has no hold over such a being) does not the action look like a furious bow of devotion, put in the context of battle (in fact, there is a historical war-symbolism {footnote 9} present there!)?.  The mosh-pit is clear war ideally, as well.  Much as metal took the modern techniques and principles of say, something like punk, and forged them into a grand, epic structure (see Celtic Frost), so it takes the Dionysian element and puts it back in a context of self-overcoming and power, the tendency tempered by the sublime nature of self-destruction present in war, death and decay, framed in the context of lucid, fiery intoxication.

These metaphors are still more compounded when one considers even further the nature of metal stage-performance.  The shrouded nature of the face covered by long hair (as if by a monk`s cowl), the defiant gaze outwards, the intense concentration upon the instrument as if conjuring and summoning forces through it, the violent whipping about with an tool of music that oft looks akin to a battle axe…. These performers ideally embody the persona of a magus, a warrior, an Olympian God, or the divine mirrored in a raw, unrestrained and sublime force of Nature.   There is distance, a lack of humanity or furthermore a supra-humanity.  The name Dead, for example, was by no means idly chosen.  There is no mistake that his behaviour on stage and in person as well mirrored that of a force of nature, rather than attributing any form of true personality to him.  He was not he, he was a force.  This is part of the essence of black metal and most good metal in general: the individual is not emphasized but rather de-emphasized, unless the individual is exceptional in one sense or another(as the hero of a Romantic poem or an ancient epic), and truly god-like.

At the very least what lies here is potential, as much of the form has coalesced naturally and would perhaps not need much further improvement.  In the context of a true Hessian society, the metal performance can be a source of incredible ritualistic significance, even more focused and intensified than it is presently.  Art has in it all the potential to be made into a form of worship and spiritual experience, and the prism for a religion of Life and Transcendence.  Let us journey to the stars!

Stoner Adventures: Vol. Zero

The experience was a mixture of amusement and impatience as I watched Helmholtz lie down and roll around on the kitchen floor. It was a typical early spring college residence house party with all the common signs: drinking games, random socializing and constant music which we managed to keep at decent quality despite the occasional interruptions by the females. A generous portion of Sativa was cooked in oil and used to bake and consumed about 20 minutes ago and I had yet to experience the effects though I could witness them in a few others. After a short discussion within the elite hessian council it was decided that four of us (one sober hessian included) would take a short walk to the ravine outside.

Almost immediately after stepping out a sharp contrast was felt between the chaotic atmosphere of the party where everything and nothing was going on and the relatively reverent calm of the outdoors. Passing by buildings, the structure of the sub-urban town cried insignificance. Short cubes of light and brick randomly scattered along the path created that well-known sterile aurora of safety and comfort. Every household was a kingdom and yet in an infinite sea of kingdoms every kingdom was little more than a peasant mud hut. Every so often attempts at creating significance through architecture presented themselves in the form of plagiarism from well known classical patterns picked up and clumsily slapped onto the facades, as if trying to attach themselves to the greatness of historical precedents. Instead, they managed to cheapen the greatness of classical design, giving more reasons and justifications for the modern architect to continue his ceaseless quest for deconstruction, making facelessness the norm. What a fucking mess!

Bare trees reaching out into the night sky resembled veins infiltrating into a body, rounding their outer perimeter, maximizing their contact with their sources of nourishment. The fractals of life displayed themselves unmistakably upon interaction with the environment, using repeating patterns as building blocks for spreading into larger combinations, yet respecting the integrity of their form on every scale. As we walked out of the city and into the ravine, they slowly but surely established their dominance over the landscape: tireless, amoral, competitive and eternally determined to grow further. What we traced in the sky was the evidence of a daily battle for dominance and light. The continuous war was spreading upwards and upwards, and at the highest peaks of the branches, a glorious celebration of victory: a dominating peak of symmetry that might as well be Yggdrasil itself. This is where I realized that we had officially stepped into the green zone as we were swallowed into the belly of the exhaling creature before us: The Forests of Dol Goldur await!

As the dirt path into the woods sloped downwards, our vision in the moonless night revealed little more than silhouettes in the depths, sharpening our other senses. The left side of the path hinted at a smell of humidity and then I recognized it: As we walked down to the center of the ravine we were hypnotized not by what we saw but by what we heard; perhaps the oldest form of music in the world. As the stream before us rolled onwards, a repetitive phrase was chanted. Every motion in this phrase was evidence of slight shifts of unevenness in the surface beneath, to the extent that I could picture the shape of every stone in the path. The sound had a round texture, no collisions here, only a continuously smooth motion by a formless adversary, chiselling away at the edges of its harder opponents with infinite patience until all was as he willed: all was smooth and round in the riverbed. A miniature heat death scenario created by the restless agents of entropy. As we stood in reverence and meditation and joined this sonic display of meditative fluidity, we were separated from the flow of time. A complete freedom from temporality laughed sardonically in the face of an ever changing world. Whether we stood there for aeons or a micro-second was suddenly irrelevant as we were experiencing the force of being in its purest form, this mysterious drive towards what we have been pursuing_ that we have been hopelessly attempting to describe_  suddenly manifested itself and the road was visible, clear as the darkness before us, yet still unexplainable. A consciousness beyond consciousness, an intelligence beyond intelligence, a new step in our evolution not defined by necessity to survive but pushed forward by the drive of the very force of life itself_ by what we might come to recognize as “the will”, so jubilant and triumphant in its leaps that it throws all caution and hesitation to the side, creating forms out of the infinite lucid chaos that surrounds it. This is our religious pursuit. This is the only reason why our existence could possibly matter in the greater scheme of things.

And yet, the manifestation of truth itself was swallowed up by chaos as we were once again surrounded by fractals of life. Separation from our contemplative coma came swiftly and suddenly, though the value of the experience was only the enhanced spark of the thought process, now buried within, calling us towards the objective. As I stood up (I did not realize when I started kneeling before of the river) we all walked onwards without a single word, amazed and baffled. Further down the road at an open field, where a soothing breeze cooled the skin, leading a group performance of the LBRP was spiritual indulgence: an un-flexing of the mind and a worthy worship of what had bewildered us all.

The rest of the journey was mostly silent, except for the marching rhythm of boots on a dirt path: steps (perhaps unintentionally) in perfect unison, admiring the glowing scenery. A long round path lead us back to the gates of civilization where lighted signs attempted fruitlessly at grabbing our attention. Their insignificance, this time, was recognized when judged against the hammer of the will versus necessity. They were purely based on necessity; this didn’t make them “bad”, just utterly temporal and forgettable. Walking back to the house party, to the questions of “Where did you guys go?” and the music of King Crimson was bittersweet. Listening to music and laughing at the silly shenanigans of friends for the rest of the night was a decent treat for a tired and intoxicated body, yet deep down we each held on to our own truths like small treasures dug from the depths.

Drunk With Fire

There are moments in which all things seem aligned perfectly, this perfection radiated by the prism of a particular event which itself references the eternal, and of all united.  The sky was being set upon by a rolling horde of red and white clouds, Olympian, towering into the heavens, as I was leaving work near the shores of Lake Ontario.  It seemed these battle-brothers of the air came to add splendour to the coming events of the night, watchful, steadfast and terrible warrior-guards for the works that were to be performed in the city below.  Even the very dwellers of the regions above would come, for a night, to witness the work of Man.  Few of that race of curious beings could command their own inspirations to flock down from the lofty regions to the lower places (still less in these times), and yet, for this man`s work, it seemed Beauty and Power themselves were compelled without question to descend, incarnate and incorporeal both.  And I, a man in this moment struck with fortune by Destiny, was to come across this work, this meeting of the heavens and the earth, at once celestial and terrestrial and ascending both even beyond themselves.  The 9th Symphony of Ludwig Van Beethoven, awaited, or rather, I awaited it.

It was an event which truly made me realize the meaning of the word “transfiguration“.  As my friends and I settled into concert hall, the Toronto Symphony Orchestra emerged.  Looking upon them was no impressive sight, a great deal of them greying and portly, dressed unimpressively for such an occasion in mere black dress shirt and trousers.  These mortals were to play the work of a god?  I was a bit wary, and as the preparations began, some female member of the audience shouted out her love for the conductor.  The solemnity or even feverish enthusiasm I had hoped for was not exactly present initially, but I ignored this.  The work of Beethoven is not a religious experience to everyone, it would seem.  But then silence took the hall, and the playing began.

Immediately, conductor, and orchestra as individual entities became meaningless and void.  Everything quieted into a tension and was swept off into the regions above by the opening of the first movement.  This is the sound of overcoming, of ascent into the realms of joy, and of full feeling of all reality, overwhelmed and barely keeping control in a lucid intoxication of pure strength.  This first explosion gives way to a more measured but still strong and joyful second movement, of which is all too well known.  The passion becomes more tempered and controlled, as if by a wilful blacksmith, having composed himself in creation of a grand work.  And the sword this smith forges races across the planes of emotion themselves, flattening all resistance in joyous dance of war.  And then, it strikes him, sorrow, weeping, or the closest thing we mortals can approximate to it, this sublime feeling.  It is the final dissolution of self, when at first sadness strikes, as if the birth of a child were to be harbinger of one’s own mortality.  But the doubt flowers, and the sorrow is transmuted, and the love of continuity strikes forth into an ever-opening flower in adagio!  The flower-body bursts into thunderclouds of battle, severely striding the air as an eagle searching for its prey, and it comes upon lightning, transmuting itself with further recognition into light, and then blazing into the theme it sought from its own transfiguration: FREUDE!  Finally, the very choir of Olympus and Valhalla on high take up arms in song of this theme, and the stone faced statues of the gods both laugh and rage in terrifying beauty and power, and melt the very perception of reality itself into surreal clearness, as the strong notes fade in and out through corridors of realms we cannot perceive.

And so, in a final blaze of divine light, the beauty ends.  I walk home off the subway, drunk with fire, joy, and more lucid and more possessed than any point in my life.  It did not matter what I did for the next day or so, as I spent them in contemplation of the threads of reality unravelled in melody, through the Master’s work.

Tangerine Dream – Ricochet: Review

Tangerine Dream’s discography is notoriously a gold mine for the average music geek. Although the analysis of the group’s sound has been the subject of a previous review, the attempt here is to have a brief walk through the meditative journey in the state of awe that introduced me to the strange world of not only Tangerine Dream, but ambient and electronic music in general. A relatively lesser known gem from their early virgin years, Ricochet is their first live album. Like much of the early German electronic music, this album displays an intensely ambitious and curious state of mind, and yet simultaneously there is extreme care and delicacy taken to ensure the accuracy of the tones, equalizations and pace. Not a single note goes by uncalculated. Electronic voices that are being introduced as part of a whole new soundscape are thrown against the absolute sonic void. The band fully takes advantage of this for creation of grand spaces, and yet the album ultimately succeeds not just because of the use of (at the time) groundbreaking technique, but also because it manages to display a universal state of focus and unity.

The slowly rising and falling ambience that develops in the beginning, gives one the impression of passing through a membrane into an alternate dimension. The melody that develops after this is akin to the expression of an observer standing atop a mountain peak, yelling the song of existence into the infinity that lies ahead and below. This repetitive pattern can seem simplistic at first, but once fully absorbed; it reveals its beauty in a language not dissimilar to what one might hear on classics such as Radioactivity or Dunkelheit. New voices join this pattern, accompanying it to its logical climax before concluding to a quiet interlude. What follows is a rise of a pattern more energetic than the last. It is as if with the logical evolution of the first motif and its eventual fade into silence, room was given for the rise of a yet more powerful movement. This piece ends with a variation of the initial motif, modified to fit the new pace, displaying the ultimate unity of the piece (each half reaching the same truth through different paths), concluding the first track of the album.

The second track builds to its climax more slowly. The nature of the sounds that are layered in this piece leans towards a heavier use of the percussive (electric pianos) rather than sustained strings. This adds more movement to the piece and gives the music a more galloping nature. Instead of still meditation, here one is riding through fields, valleys and hills of strange natures and colors, discovering new bits of information in the form of long slow overlays of melodies as they appear and pass by through the rush of the gallops, creating counterpoints. Where the first track displayed transcendence through contemplation, here the same goal is reached through a constant forward movement, rolling on to conquest (heroic action). It is important to note that much of the technique used here has been copied and ripped off by various “trance” and “euro-dance” musicians, placed out of its journey-like context in a repetitive boxed cage, set to monotonous techno beats and utilised for its sense of motion to entertain people at night-clubs. When hearing this song for the first time, my experience was a mix of both a joyous discovery that electronic music has the capacity for such great ambition and a sad realization that it can fall to such vapid depths when used solely for entertainment (a clever observer would draw parallels with metal here).

As the second track slowly fades, one gets the sense that the journey has not ended, but only it is the observer that has departed from the ride as the rhythm of life continues to move and evolve into the landscape. It is now our challenge to join this rhythm of life and continue the ride, into infinity!

Music as an Expression of Abstract Form

-“Adagio molto e cantabile resembles the form of a continuously blossoming flower, never-opening fully but constantly growing and flourishing.”

-“Quick bursts of speed in Dirty Rotten LP are unrestrained explosions of power, as if in a sudden state of apotheosis one is empowered to take a war-hammer to the fabric of society, while chunks of concrete collapse all around.”

-“Nespithe resembles some sort of alien life form: Gelatinous in texture, tentacles spreading out, constantly mutating.”

Presented above are paraphrases from various music-related discussions with fellow Hessians. We often get the sense that our favourite pieces of music possess a distinct and unique quality that we frequently try to describe in terms of a frame of mind, atmosphere, temperature, colors, textures or other non-sonic features. The fact that certain types of music have the ability to stimulate the mind to this degree is a testament to the quality of the work presented. Connecting with the music in this sense represents the ability for communication on a different level compared to a common and simple devotion to a catchy tune. There are exceptions but generally most popular music focuses on creating memorable songs through familiarity and repetition. This divergence in approach can be interpreted as a contrast between passive consumption and active participation. It is, thus, fair to assert that the more expressive the experience of cerebral imagery, the richer and more communicative the music is. This also explains why it is often said that learning to appreciate classical music is a skill that one has to learn (though the same rule can be extended to any other form of music that manages to communicate with the listener on this higher plane).

Both biologically and through experience, we are trained to use our five senses in a complementary fashion to create as full an awareness of our surroundings as possible. Because of this, even when certain messages are received only through one of the sensory receivers, due to previous experiences, we are able to fill the gaps and imagine a full reality. This is a well-known effect, used often in traditional arts and recognized by Aristotle as imitation. A powerful painting or sculpture allows you to envision not only the view, lighting and textures, but also the sounds, motions and even smells that you might encounter in the presented landscape. Even more interestingly, in case of literature no direct sensory experience is communicated; only pure information. The brain then has to create the entire experience based on the given data. In case of music, sensory information can be given through experiencing voices that remind one of specific spaces and surroundings. Early electronic and ambient musicians, for example, took advantage of this very effectively (in case of early Kraftwerk, using only the manipulations of electronic instruments to create sounds resembling real ambience). At this point, however, it is vital to remember that music can go far beyond creating ambience. What constitutes “form” in music can be explained in visual and textural metaphors and narratives. But the reality is that music simply stands on its own as an abstract expression of the human mind whose true essence cannot be expressed in any language other than the language of music itself.

If music is a language then sound is its alphabet. Detailed discussion of sound frequencies and their influence on the development of tonality, melody and harmony is an entirely separate topic in its own right. It suffices to say that an infinite range of expressions can be built within a limited range of wavelengths audible to the human ear, in the same way that infinities of literature can flow out of a limited number of letters. Aesthetically, sounds are characterized by changes in volume (amplitude), spectral envelope (commonly referred to as equalization or tone), attack (percussiveness vs. lucidity), reverberation and a range of other effects. Thus we come to recognize Black Metal as fluid sounding, while the syncopated gallops of drums and guitars in Speed and Death Metal are often recognized as solid staccato. The fact that we use the same material textural adjectives (fluid, rough etc.) for something as immaterial as music shows that the forms themselves are absolute and abstract ideals that are able to manifest themselves in different ways.

It is essential here to point out that one of the most common mistakes made not only in music, but in all arts is the confusion of the roles of intent and form. Form is only meaningful as a tool for the expression of intent, but because of the rigid classification of music into different genres, it happens often that a “type” of music is chosen, and then the intent (if existent at all) is poured into the mould of the form, creating a rigid and lifeless product. There is also the contemporary approach, shunning the existence of intent as a forced phenomenon and encouraging a more “natural” approach by allowing the beholder to find intent through interpretation, ignoring the fact that human will and intent itself is part of “nature”. This is why originators of most sub-genres of metal are hailed as the greatest in their respective styles, not just because they invented something new or shocking but because the sheer power of their intent drove them to create a form that is befitting to that intent and ideal, and it is the ideal that we admire while imitators labour at recreating the form without understanding the ideal.

…And ultimately it is the ideal that eternally pushes forward against the forces of temporality. We experience music momentarily and temporarily as it passes through time. What music loses in permanence, it gains double in the ability to go through ups and downs, creating contrast, symmetry and proportion across the constant flow of the fourth dimension. This gives the musician the ability to mimic life in a more vibrant, dynamic and dare I say – Dionysian way. Thus comes the invention of the dance, this involuntary rejoicing with the spirit of music, testament to its vir.

Hessian Politics, Nationalism, and the Design for Hessiandom

The fellows behind the International Day of Slayer website not too long ago discussed with various metal academics and journalists the idea of metal hereditary culture, as opposed to a metal culture of an elective kind.  It is enough to say that metal and the non-musical tangential elements associated with it have espoused a near religious conviction in the genre and in metal as a concept.  This does itself take a myriad of forms, from the classic stereotype of drunken meathead headbangers, to the pure madness and inspired chaos of the 90s Norweigans, to deeply involved occultists and neo-pagans, nationalists, anarchists, libertarians, liberals, or just the plain apolitical, to the tech-nerds and RPG-gaming type, etc.  Those into metal can range from purposefully anti-social, to lacking social qualities, to some in fact very polite people generally speaking, whom one might not even be immediately inclined to define as a metalhead.  One is lead to ask out of the various profiles of metal listeners, what kinds of hereditary cultures would in fact be likely or even possible.

We often observe the majority of metalhead behaviours to be unimpressive.  I’ve often been to metal shows where all present sit close to the walls and nurse their beers.  Too many of them are fat, passionless, slovenly, incapable of interesting conversation, or dedicated to anything more than that which is a social scene for them.  Indeed, make no mistake, the lack of enthusiasm and involvement in most local metal scenes is token and evidence of an attitude that cares about the music only as something to pass time, and provide a social gathering.  Make your project, drink your beer, adorn yourself with patches and shirts, and maybe attract some bovine specimen of a woman that all too often seems to attend these events.  Mention achievement, prod them with desires of overcoming, attempt to speak of the magic of the artform, and you my friend will get shrugs and glazed eyes (and never, ever expect anything more than a “support the scene and underground!” speech when discussing the quality of local bands).  Metal has genius, but because of its’ iconoclastic (though becoming more acceptable) nature, it attracts people who are undermen of the lowest kind, who are not even capable of holding down basic jobs, people who desire low-lying things but can scarcely achieve even those.  It attracts the failures, however many successful forays into higher planes our genre can boast.  As far as I’m concerned, they can enjoy their beer-guts, heaps of plastic dime a dozen garbage, half-assed misanthropy, and paradoxically crowdist attitudes.  Those are not the foundations of a culture, but merely the sub-cultural satellites of Western modernity, just as decadent, degenerate, and spiritually void.  There is no greatness to be found in long-haired geeks staring at computer screens.  I doubt such types would be capable of developing a hereditary culture of any substance, seeing as most will be childless, working 9-5 jobs if they’re even employed, and completely dependent on society while cursing it endlessly.

The type of metalhead that will found a culture is one who harbors a desire for a civilization other than this one, the seeker, the one who has heard Burzum and in it, a magic apart from our age.  I identify as the root of this society those with a warrior-poet spirit.  Not simply pleased with intellectual gymnastics, they seek to test themselves, to expand in Faustian style into boundless space, not content to waste away in basements or endless social banality.  They are not “smart” in the typical “I play guitar and discuss why Christianity sucks” of most metal “philosophers”, but yearn for a new spirituality, a new portal to higher power and being, that which metal has constantly shown to seek.  These read the Illiad, the Kalevala, the Mahabharata, the Aenid, the Tain, and see a world of adventure that this society lacks, a world that is bursting and overflowing with the sublime beauty of the sacred and the profane.  Within metal, they see a new mythology, a new set of legends and art to embolden our lives with, and to show us higher paths.  I’ve been fortunate to know such people, few though they might be.  These, I dub Hessians, those that draw power from metal and seek overcoming in life.  These are people I’ve sparred with mentally and physically, lit fires and drunk under the moon with, raced through the forests with, with whom I’ve practiced rituals towards transcendence and spoken with on the eternal long into the night.  And still, these are people who seem to walk in this society, able to operate in its doings without being of it.  These people, I stake my hope in for hereditary metal culture, and this discourse goes to out to those who also have that spirit.

Before I go on, I will say there are other avenues for those who consider themselves Hessian.  The prospects, as I will go on to elucidate, for a hereditary Hessian culture and nation are difficult, and perhaps quite impractical.  I respect the opinions of those who would prefer to go with that which they believe works better than this.  By all means, shine with your own greatness!  If you feel nationalism can revitalize a people and turn them around from multiculturalism and decay, if you feel you’d rather take the reins of the world’s politics and remake them in your own image, if you feel that a sensible conservatism will be enough, or an eco-socialism to defend the environment and eliminate material struggle, that this is too elitist or not elitist enough, by all means, go with your own way.  Metal will have done something for you too, and all greatness and striving is to be exalted!  But, this still stands as a call to other hearts, as a great work to apply those hearts to.

When we look at the modern world, we see it is poor in its spirituality.  It is centralized, and yet increasingly atomized.  Everyone goes on, thinking themselves the greatest and most unique individual in the world, and in remaining in this delusion exercise the most common fallacy of humanity: hubris.  In taking themselves seriously, they take what they do less seriously.  They defend all their actions, rooted in sense of self, changing their views day to day to justify themselves.  A great vacuum dwells in the lives of these people, who are as changeable as the wind, and yet seem to follow that same pattern of simple impulse, constantly retreating to material gain, worlds of the virtual, the lives of others, and everything that will love them unconditionally, in short, a world of constant masturbation.  And in this flurry, worlds eternal pass them by, uncaring.  This is a world at a technological height, exercising tremendous power, controlled by an urge towards utopianism, docility, and easy living.

This is the antithesis of what the Hessian seeks.  The design of the Hessian nation, in the tradition of philosophers such as Nietzsche and Evola, will be oriented not towards utilitarian ends, but the common will of it’s people towards greater experience, the will to power recognizing higher being as the greatest power, the highest wine, the eternal rose.  We will continue to actualize the Indo-European Faustian (in the Nietzschean/Spenglerian sense) virile spirit.  We will strive to establish a tradition and bloodline of ascendancy, through the pen, the lyre, the sword, and our gaze to the heavens.  There will be warriors of action, monks of contemplation, the greatest artists our priests, and the keenest minds of even our keenness, our leaders.  We will unite a spiritual elite based on kinship of the soul, and from there create our nation.  We will take our actions seriously, and ourselves less so, as we strive for the furthest embroilment and involvement in the intricate webs of action, and thereby reality.  We seek the Lost Wisdom.  We will strive for the internal liberation of pure action.  We will find our absolute selves in battle, or lose ourselves in the Godhead, towards the shrouded infinity!

The elitism on which this nation is founded must be a stringent one, but it must be organic, not arbitrary.  Purely quantitative attributes such as IQ are useful indicators, but if we are truly strong and trust ourselves, should we not trust qualitative experience?  The banding together of comrades who recognize something of a brother in the other’s spirit and actions in life will serve as the foundation, and this must be the only criteria for the bloodline.  We must be honest with ourselves, and have no greater joy or sentiment than for our transcendental goals, or else this will not work.  We will know each other as perceptive, strong-willed, adventurous and able to achieve and overcome by our deeds, and our words.  The kinship that binds such a nation will be less than the mutual ego-masturbation of most social circles, but instead, built on the knowledge that all work towards the same end of the society, the goals of continued overcoming and higher, more complete being.  The practical aspect of this can be simplified to honest recognition of one’s own attributes and the attributes of others.  In combination of these two, a true elite can be formulated.  In fact, using two pitfalls of the modern age, those being overpopulation and globalization, the seeds are already sown for the selection.  We have a wider pool to draw from than ever before in history, and a more tight-nit and ready available communication and connection between these.  Those who found ANUS, found it for a reason.  From the kinship of spirit will come refinement and a physical manifestation through blood, a Hessian nation.

From these basic ideas and attitudes, social norms, customs and conventions will flow naturally.  Nietzsche quoted an old Chinese proverb in saying a decaying society has many laws, and there’s eternal truth in this statement.  The more exhaustive in word the law code of a society is, the less people living in it truly understand the spirit and form of it’s essence.  An example would be the Judeo-Christian principles that were adapted into European civilization.  We start at the onset with a tenet such as thievery being wrong, being linked to the materialistic traits of the Judaic Old Testament, however still bearing hallmarks of higher religious principles behind it.  Conceivably, stealing often presupposes the lack of strength in a person’s character to make their own way (though I’m not setting a norm here and rather trying to explain the elements behind such law that would encourage transcendent motives in a society), as well as defending the rights of those who’ve worked for what they’ve gained.  A healthy society would not need, for example, laws against stealing music (a controversial topic, who’s exploration here is hypothetical), because it would be seen as simply an extension of the original law, and its necessity understood.  In terms of punishment as well, consideration of weregilds and social stigma must be brought up, as in Norse society.  Certainly, no government would sentence you to death for killing someone, but by custom and norm, a few things would be understood.  Firstly, depending on the nature of the killing, people may trust you far less and be far less inclined to deal with you, to the point of shunning.  Secondly, it’s understood that it would be just for the family of the slain to kill you, given you have not made proper restitution.  This sort of law is not enforced by a state, but understood in full by the people of the nation, and as such it needs no coercion, nor enforcement to be enacted.

So, what kind of norms, customs, and laws might we expect to flow from these principles, in a Hessian context?  We can see a political system emergent which is very much beyond Left and Right (in so far as each goes back to the secular humanism and individualism of the Enlightenment).  On one hand, we can expect very libertarian principles such as a lower taxes (due to a minimization of government beauracracy and law enforcement), a lack of drug, seatbelt, bike helmet, smoking, and alcohol laws (if you commit stupid behavior, it’s your own fault and no one will protect you from it), freedom to bear arms and more nuanced self-defense cases in law (rather than legal formalism, contextual enforcement of say, for example, murder trials where it is clear that the killing was done for the better), legality of such activities as dueling and street fighting (given some conditions, of course), legal abortion (not from a rights perspective, but to eliminate defective children) and so on.  Essentially, in a society where the individual and maintenance of the state of living is not the highest principle (nor some utilitarian collective) and transcendent experience is, people would care far less about these, and as well, social norms and custom (based on a lower population, less atomized and more closely knit society and family) would teach certain values which would often make law enforcement unnecessary.  Natural selection and a eugenic quality would emerge from a lack of many of these laws.  On the other hand, we can expect strict enforcement of principles related to the environment (polluting industries, if they’re even allowed to exist, get a mob of teenagers sacking them at night, as well as heavy taxes), efficient land use, properly grown and cared for whole foods (I doubt anyone would buy factory farmed meat or pesticide infused vegetables in such a society anyway) and exclusivity of the society.  While the population control mechanisms should once again be intuitive and in custom (bad form to have a family over 2 children, unless you’re exceptional among even these elites), programs related to breeding and heredity might be cultivated by the State.  The people and in fact State will have no problem ejecting, banishing, or outright killing people who put themselves at war with Hessian society.  Indeed, why deny them the dignity of dying for what they believe (we can assume prisons will be obsolete then as well, haha)?  While drugs might be legal, driving under impairment or doing a stupid activity that harms another under impairment might bring quite stern punishments.  Drugging someone else will essentially involve the death penalty (10 cent option by the way, a bullet in the back of the head), as will any attempted unjustified murders.  For repeated theft, we can expect either labor camps or banishment.

Additionally, we might derive some duties from these social norms and customs, necessitated by the founding ideals of the nation.  Rudimentary combat training, skills, and weapons should be possessed by all, in addition to a separate warrior caste (which would replace the police force, as police boredom = police brutality, they often having no transcendent spiritual principle to keep them from it).  In the case of invasion, the entire populace should be able and ready to fight the enemy.  The elite nature should also necessitate a spiritual devotion to one’s craft, competition, well roundedness aside from one’s specialization, and as noted before, an honest assessment of one’s own capabilities and the capabilities of other’s.  Essentially, we should hold even the average of our nation to a high standard, since indeed, our average will be higher.  Except in cases of extreme genius and specialization of Beethoven-esque quality, the physically apt should also be intellectually competent at least, and vice versa.  As a metal listener, I’m almost ashamed to answer to people that I both a musician and an academic, as this seems to be the stereotype of a lot of young metal listeners of the more intelligent kind.  Being these things is not a bad thing inherently, but a Hessian society cannot simply be composed of university professors and composers.  Division of labour, calling, and vocation is required.  I’ve been fortunate so far to meet Hessians who are carpenters, architects, mathematicians, scientists, and so on, so variation does exist, and there are indeed those among us who can work practically.  We do have to remember that a nation needs variation in its components and there is no shame, and indeed much honor, in doing some quite practical.  This is not to say we should not expect a high level of understanding and devotion merely because someone is say, a warrior and not a general.  All levels should strive for elite status and excellence.

Going hand in hand with this, issues such as gender roles and homosexuality might be made quite plain.  The increasingly effeminate nature of the homosexual culture would be shunned, and likely, such people could either be accepted provided they keep private about it, or made clear to leave the nation to one where such practices are accepted.  Generally, given the nurturing, emotional nature of women, it would make sense for them to be suited to child-bearing and raising, or if not, for at least one parent to be in the home.  Certainly, we would not exclude women who show prowess in a variety of skills to partake in them, but we might balance this allowance with wisdom from such as Nietzsche, Evola, Spengler, and most great traditional societies that have been likewise, patriarchal.  We should understand that in most cases, the spiritual fulfillment and natures of men and women are fundamentally different, which should not prevent us from finding the optimum for both in a Hessian society.  At the very least, the societal disunity promoted by modern concepts such as feminism should be shunned, and a view towards the organic function and transcendence of the civilization should be paramount here, as in all things.  We should again understand the working of society as a unity of parts who are increasingly differentiated from each other, especially as it grows in complexity, and this should explain caste and gender role in a light different than that of the humanist paradigm of oppression and inequality.  Perhaps to proper elucidate this, we should consider for example, the function of a leader.  I once made mention of the etymology of the word “worship”.  The archaic spelling of this word, “worthship”, denotes that the object of worship provides something to the worshipper.  As Carlyle, Spengler, Evola, and Nietzsche have written, heroes, leaders, generals, provide something to the ones that follow them.  Aside from the purely practical aspects of a good leader providing material wealth and prosperity for his people, there is the spiritual aspect.  A good leader directs the souls and energies of his people upwards, exactly as a conductor might lead an orchestra into the higher spheres of symphonic beauty.  This is not to be confused with Bonapartism and demagoguery, which descends to the people.  This, in antithesis, draws the people upwards, emboldening them, being their bridge and gateway to the highest places.  With this in mind, we should note that where one is ruled by another in a proper, healthy hierarchy and elitism, it is for the benefit of all that this is done, and not a mere aggrandizement of self and ego.

Many traditional societies existed with similar tenets and ideals within different periods of history, however, all have come to the same end of decay and decline.  While we can admit the cyclical nature of life and civilization (and indeed, does not overcoming one cycle only bring further cycles to overcome?), we should “seek to make a final end”, so to speak.  Without resigned fatalism, we should strive for the highest and the best, that which will stand the longest.  Whether or not we can do better than the aeons before us, we should endeavor to learn from them and attempt to exceed them.  Bearing this in mind, we would do well to heed Evola’s warning against slavish imitations of past forms.  In a parallel example within the metal genre itself, instead of imitating older forms and coming up with an inferior “old school” cliche, one starts with an intent which the aesthetic shapes itself around.  Likewise, here we can see where the old forms decayed, and indeed in these we should seek to exceed them.  The cyclical view of civilization is with respect to basic, abstract patterns and movements, and a proper rebirth would indeed involve criticism and reworking of that which decayed, to achieve the same end that the greatness before us attained, as opposed to merely taking its form.  Power has been abused, no doubt, in many periods of history, and Marx does not stand alone in his criticism of the decayed ruling classes of his time; Carlyle and Evola stand there also, ready to dispense with shams.  However, we do not look forward to an inevitable God of Progress, to greater and greater comfort and ease.  In short, health is the aim, vitality, greatness, the highest states, and everything is secondary to attaining these.  Old forms will be cast aside, new ones adopted, but the essence of what we seek is eternal, and only the trappings and shape changes.  It will not be given up for lack of practicality, fear of failure, or of not adhering to “tradition” in the lower case, particular, and transient form.  The experience of power and higher attainment is the goal, and older forms of practice are only a guide to this end.

The next concern is actualization of this society.  A merely theoretical state might be pleasing for the unambitious, but there must be no mistake about the attainment of this being a reality, a Great Work to attend ourselves to.  The creation of a nation, society, government in physical form upon this earth, of an elitist nature and reviving the noblest aspects of Faustian striving, should be the first goal and duty of anyone who considers themselves Hessian.  Leadership will be shown through the ancient principle of auctoritas, creating a ruling aristocracy of merit.  Courses of action and decrees will be debated among by a council of those who’ve shown the most initiative and wisest decisions, those who naturally, our elite people have elected to follow, the ones who follow the ideals of our society most closely.  One of the ways this will succeed without having to use massive beauracracy to attempt to keep it incorruptible, is to devolve a good deal of power to the local levels.  It can be assumed that the people who will come together to form such a state, are devoted enough to have risked otherwise normal lives and relationships with others to enact higher principles.  This lessens the chance of mere mob rule, and combined with a lower population and more local power, can ensure for a true meritocracy to emerge.  We might also elect to have a hereditary ruling family, one that will have shown itself worthy by wresting the right to rule through once more, auctoritas.  It would go without saying that should this power fail in its duties, its legitimacy is left open to attack by anyone who can lead better.  The main difference between this form of government and present democracy is first, more permanent rulers, not limited by terms.  Secondly, the level of the populace is that of a higher elite than the present, and being lower in population levels and overall more well knit, communally speaking, actions will be considered much more thoroughly, and decisions will have much more immediate and meaningful consequences (leading to once again, deeper consideration).  Thirdly, because of the nature of this culture, means of making change considered ruthless in other cultures, will be far more tolerated here.  A corrupt ruler slain by an aspiring, virile usurper will not be mourned, nor the slayer scorned.

And when and how will this be created?  Situations like peak-oil and various apocalypse scenarios seem to provide the most immediate answer, in so far as providing a destabilized situation in which organized opposition to and hindrance of a Hessian Lebensraum will be minimal.  Politically, supporting secessionist, (some, based on compatibility) anarchist and nationalist movements represents a related cause and concern there, in so far as combating the very globalization which makes the founding easier yet more difficult.  Essentially, this will dictate a generally more classically right wing approach in practical politics to secure the existence of this nation.  Granted both the type we wish to attract and the additional unlikelihood of the populace at large to support these views, a popular political movement is questionable, but rather, in the style of writer Brett Stevens, a support for policies which are more popular than the elitist ANUS mold, but saner than most mainstream opinions.  Conservatism in general can help lay the groundwork for this creation, following a general model of decentralization and acceptance of more popular forms of higher ideals.  This does not however mean a compromise of core ideals, but however, an alliance with politically expedient and generally honest and genuine movements that dwell in a more exoteric realm.  Political alliances will be inevitable, and while conservatism, anarchism, libertarianism, and nationalism are not perfect matches, the decentralist and separatist tendencies inherent in them will be indispensable for the creation of this state.

An eventual and gradual gathering of Hessiandom will have to occur over time, and the best place for consolidation is a North American area of some kind, given the relatively lower population density and unexploited land mass, making it easier to claim land and defend it (lower population density indicating generally less numerous opposition).    Even in the absence of a large apocalyptic event, short of some unifying event (another space race, for example), this civilization is on an obvious decline which will make the present society at some point dissipate and give this plan its opportunity.  Indeed, this creation in such turbulent times and large land space might not even necessitate an initial act of violence, and indeed, while in principle Hessian values clearly show no bias against violence (haha), in the initial stages, given the nature of technological advantage in the modern age, starting a war/genocide against the infidels would not at all be wise.  Better here would to establish cooperation with other traditionally minded groups in an initial 13 Colonies scenario, so to speak, where a union of states with differing interests exists in order to safeguard each states’ right to defend its interests against aggressors.  We might take influence from Men Among the Ruins and have this front of traditional minded folk, a sort of Sacred Imperium (titling it so if we wish to avoid possible references to 1776 and anything thereafter!).  Here as ever before, it will be necessary to operate once again not on ideological checkmark lists but on the firm trusts and kinships of the spirit that friendships of the like mind have formed.  This is not and will not be a populist movement, and there will not be mass recruitment, or indeed, real recruitment of any kind.

However, granted, it is necessary to put this in perspective.  I am not in the business of ordering definitive decrees from above.  Instead, this is a tentative call of an outline to those who share the same concerns, goals and desires.  By all means, much like the massive thread of the same topic on Metal Hall, this is a brainstorm outlining probable and possible characteristics of a Hessian society, however, with one particular vision presented here as an attempted synthesis between creating an ideal and attaining it realistically.  It is open to criticism and debate, and can be improved and filled out.  This is not meant to be an edict proclaiming a definitive and unchanging absolute concept with which to mold  and corrupt susceptible young recruits with, but an invitation to the like-minded, those who know themselves to have these desires, a call to men of Tradition and higher men alike.  The true leaders will not proclaim themselves as such, but will show themselves to be.

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4 Responses to Issue #3: Helpless Prey To Immortality

  1. TheWaters says:

    The performance of the 9th was incredible, perhaps not by chance i was at the very performance you wrote of. Inspiring and powerful!

  2. Lloyd Crier says:

    Music is the movement of sound to reach the spirit for the schooling of its virtue.

  3. Anon says:

    Might I suggest British Columbia/Alaska as a challenging yet suitable location for a Hessian State? Also, the sooner we begin to coalesce, the better.

    • helmholtz says:

      Those two states are most likely ideal due to harsh climate, vast amounts of wilderness, and low population density. Also, plenty of access to the sea, and therefore water and fishing.

      Coalescing is key; I and other Hessians have already begun networking, and I suggest anyone who seriously champions these ideals should do the same. In the next issue, which should be forthcoming, I’ll go into more depth on these things, but in the mean time I think the best way of laying the groundwork for this State is encouraging further decentralist politics, and allying with traditionally oriented political movements. Eventually, hopefully some sort of union of these anti-modern groups can become a viable political force.

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