The Golden Shower and the Golden Bough

As I watched the livestream of President-Elect Trump’s first official news conference a few days ago, my mind drifted to a book I read long ago as an undergraduate: The Golden Bough by James Frazer. Frazer was the foremost scholar of religion of his era, and in this book—still required reading for students of comparative religion and cultured autodidacts everywhere—he described the ancient archetype of the “God of the Grove":

“WHO does not know JMV Turner’s picture of the Golden Bough? The scene, suffused with the golden glow of imagination in which the divine mind of Turner steeped and transfigured even the fairest natural landscape, is a dream-like vision of the little woodland lake of Nemi— “Diana’s Mirror,” as it was called by the ancients. No one who has seen that calm water, lapped in a green hollow of the Alban hills, can ever forget it. The two characteristic Italian villages which slumber on its banks, and the equally Italian palace whose terraced gardens descend steeply to the lake, hardly break the stillness and even the solitariness of the scene. Diana herself might still linger by this lonely shore, still haunt these woodlands wild.

"In antiquity this sylvan landscape was the scene of a strange and recurring tragedy. On the northern shore of the lake, right under the precipitous cliffs on which the modern village of Nemi is perched, stood the sacred grove and sanctuary of Diana Nemorensis, or Diana of the Wood. The lake and the grove were sometimes known as the lake and grove of Aricia… In this sacred grove there grew a certain tree round which at any time of the day, and probably far into the night, a grim figure might be seen to prowl. In his hand he carried a drawn sword, and he kept peering warily about him as if at every instant he expected to be set upon by an enemy. He was a priest and a murderer; and the man for whom he looked was sooner or later to murder him and hold the priesthood in his stead. Such was the rule of the sanctuary. A candidate for the priesthood could only succeed to office by slaying the priest, and having slain him, he retained office till he was himself slain by a stronger or a craftier.”

It is an apt metaphor for modern democratic politics.
And so despite his masterful performance, including the deeply satisfying rekking of the CNN reporter, I was overcome with a deep unease.

There stood Donald Trump, our new Rex Nemorensis, holding the golden bough of power, fighting off an onslaught of would-be killers from the 4th estate. This will be his life for the entire term of his office. The attacks will never cease. They will only intensify. He will weaken. Someone will eventually get through his defenses.
This is a terrifying thought. Our fate hangs by a thread because it depends upon a single man, the Man Against Time. There is no one else in our political system who could do what Donald Trump is doing. No one who could stand against the neoconservatives, the globalists, the so-called intelligence community, the media…the entire occult superstructure of the modern world.

The world has a long-established protocol for dealing with men such as Trump. It allows them to flourish privately for a time. It shows them all the kingdoms of the world they can have if only they bend the knee. It pretends to be enthralled by their public ministry and their minor miracles. It feigns to tolerate their Beatitudes, which represent the antithesis of its program, so long as these are preached in the countryside at a safe distance from the centers of power. It begins sending out its Pharisees to entrap the Man Against Time in verbal snares and embarrassing peccadillos. When he enters Jerusalem amid palms and Hosannas from the peasantry, the resistance stiffens. Should he dare to approach the Temple and turn out the moneychangers, the contest becomes fatal. Betrayers are found and bought. The Man Against Time is dragged before the Sanhedrin to be condemned, flayed, and made an eternal example of. It always ends the same way: the Man Against Time must die, his supporters scattered and persecuted.

I don’t know whether Trump’s #GoldenShowerGate presser was the “moneychanger moment” or not, but it had the feel of a major escalation in the contest. Certainly, his enemies believed that this was a potential decapitation stroke. That it failed—as all of their previous efforts have failed—will only serve to strengthen their resolve. By exposing their corruption and incompetence, Trump has raised the stakes, which were already cosmic. The US Intelligence Community, a hermetic and self-governing authority in its own right, has decades of expertise in fomenting revolution, engineering regime change, and assassinating its opposition. They have taken down foreign leaders with some regularity. It is likely that they have done the same in our own country.

They see Putin’s Russia as an existential threat to their interests, not because of his imagined persecution of “journalists” (who are really just enemy combatants and subversives in the employ of the occult world order). Not because of his natural territorial ambitions in Russia’s traditional sphere of influence. Not because of “Muhleppo.” And certainly not because of his alleged “hacking” of the DNC. Putin is an existential threat because he is living proof that the world could be ordered in a different way. He undermines what Michael Hoffman in his book Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare described as the “myth of inevitability” that has always been the chief psychological weapon of progressives and globalists.

In that sense, what we are seeing now is the Making Manifest of All That is Hidden, the true hinge on which the election turned. For many of us on the alt Right, it was about the Wall, immigration and demographic displacement, the Muslim ban, and the overthrow of “bad trade deals.” But these are merely epiphenomena. They are peripheral to the central issue of the election, which was always about the future of the global order.

On the one side, there is Europe and the US, the current Rex Nemorensi of the global order. Their vision of the future is the ultimate fulfillment of Enlightenment and Freemasonic ideals: the replacement of traditional morality and belief systems with the worship of Egalitarian Man and his new sacred rites of sodomy, usury, blasphemy, scientism and endless consumption. A de-racinated population addicted to spectacle, permanently under the thumb of managerial elites who guide us towards an Earthly paradise. No brakes and no rear-view mirrors.

On the other side, there is Putin’s Russia, the challenger: traditional, nationalist, essentially fascist, redolent of the past to which it is forever bound by ties of blood, soil, and faith.

Only one of these visions can succeed.

The Clintonite-Neocon axis has been preparing for this showdown for many years, successfully using the myth of inevitability to stupefy the opposition. The election of Donald Trump—along with Brexit and the rise of nationalist parties in Europe—has, for now at least, derailed them. They have been forced to go public in a desperate bid to prevent the unthinkable: an open alliance between the United States and Russia. The Fourth Estate, which is really just the new priesthood of sodomy, usury, blasphemy, and consumption, has been deployed to restore order. Other, more sinister forces, are no doubt quietly working on contingency plans should the priesthood fail in this task.

Next year is the 100th anniversary of the apparitions of Our Lady of Fatima, whose prophecies I have covered here and here. The entire psychodrama of Fatima—a divine psychodrama that stands in direct contradiction to the Freemasonic psychodrama of liberal globalism—revolves around Russia. In the 20th century, Judeo-Bolshevik Russia “spread her errors throughout the world,” destroying “the faith of entire nations.” The failure of Pope John XXIII and his successors to properly consecrate Russia to the Immaculate Heart of Mary and to reveal the 3rd secret (a prophecy of horrific chastisements and the liquidation of Christianity) empowered the globalists and weakened resistance. And so we stand today on the precipice. The 100 years of horror foreseen by Pope Leo XIII draw to a close, and the decisive battle approaches. Fatima will be fulfilled, one way or another. We cling to a small hope, a fool’s hope: Our Lady’s final promise that “in the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph,” ushering in a new era of peace and proper order.

If Trump is as wise as he appears to be, he understands all of this, at least on an intuitive level. He knows both the stakes and the lengths to which his enemies will go to destroy him. There can be no compromise, no “grand bargain” with these people. He must move swiftly and decisively against them, dismantling their power structures and building new ones in their place. A new, cooperative relationship with Russia is the centerpiece. This must be done openly, so that the spectacle-addicted populace, groomed by generations of occult psychological warfare, sees the myth of inevitability shattered before their eyes.

The #GoldenShowerGate, the “hacking” story, the intelligence reports, and the incessant kvetching over Trump’s authoritarian solidarity with Putin, are nothing more or less than attempts to make it impossible for him to redefine our relationship with Russia because that, fundamentally, is what this election was about. These efforts will only intensify. The intelligence services may conclude that their only option is to kill him. If they are successful, we shouldn’t delude ourselves that there would be “blood in the streets.” Far from it, such an operation would only strengthen the myth of inevitability around the globalist psychodrama and further paralyze the citizenry. The globalists would install one of their own and close ranks around him. Perhaps this is why he has surrounded himself with a cadre of generals who themselves have ties within the deep state.

Scholars have long debated the purpose of the cult of Rex Nemorensis. Most believe that it was connected to the ancient world’s belief in the need for blood sacrifice to ensure fertility and renewal. The genius of Roman Catholicism was that it incorporated the sacrifice of the Perfect Victim into the celebration of the Mass, obviating the need to spill human blood. Perhaps the old pagans were right. Certainly, it seems that new worlds are only born out of blood. If so, then 2017, which will see the coincidence of a new Rex Nemorensis and the culmination of the Fatima prophecies, will be an epoch-shaping year.

Long live Donald Trump, Rex Nemorensis.

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us.