The Return of the King
Something from long ago is retruning. We are all susceptible to the noise surrounding us. At every turn, oppressive waves blast us, yet nothing is more defining than our own perception of what is acceptable. Everywhere we internalize the noise our journey toward truth has already ended. The question isn’t what can drown out the noise… It’s who… It has always been who.
Movements must have Champions.
We have long been following a Poverty mindset, and it’s killing us. “When a popper makes it to the palace, the people suffer.” The popper mindset is one of lack and consumption, it is victimhood, and the worst parts of passive narcissism. We were living in the time of the popper, the needy-minded, the slave, the grasshopper, the time of feelings and evidence void emotion, the time of the fancy fool. This is the 2/3s of the US budget that goes to ineffective handouts, where most is spent on administrative bloat. This is how we have women and other fools nonstop marching and begging the greatest perpetrator of evil during every age in human history, the government, to take away inalienable rights.
Sorry women… not sorry. Everyone else may lean into the soft sexism of low expectations… I won’t. I was raised by, and am married to, feminine clarity; I refuse to disrespect women like most of the rest. I refuse to stand by and pass blame to another as one would a child or dog. Never! Women, you are heroes of heroes, you are light and enigma! When women step into their beauty, there is a new spring of life and progress for yet another good thing. Without you, the sails stay lashed to the mast; they are never unfurled towards the adventure we all need and want. The meta-arc of feminine impact on our shared world will once again mean more than passing authority from the hands of good to the hands of evil.
With the return of the King comes the return of the Matriarch.
Trump was and is a force of nature. He lifted a movement from a murmur onto the pages of history. When Elon, RFK, and others joined in, our shared world took a new shape. We must have more. Who will answer the call of the people?
Is the great political divide of the West genuine? Is it home-grown and grass-fed? What are our goals? What’s the Big End Game? From where… who… did this mission stem? From where… who will it be defeated?
Who will take up this cause?
The leaders, heroes, and champions will look different from place to place. In the years that try men's souls, molds are shattered, and no matter how expected, there are no more norms. Those who rise up and take hold of the world’s destiny will be who they will be. Some, like William Wallace, will be from such an alarming low station that our betters will write off their effectiveness. But in today’s world, it is almost the rule to have greatness come from the other side of the tracks.
The great houses lay in ruin, their hearths have not known the cheer of a feast for centuries, their great rooms have not held significance for even longer. Will there be one willing to reforge the Sword of Gondor and light the beacons? When there is, Rohan WILL ANSWER!
If you can only picture a movie scene when you read those words, you’re not fully paying attention. Just as evil can grow in a dark corner to then leap forward to shape history, so too does goodness have the ability to rise out of apparently nowhere and reclaim once great ruins. I would argue this is goodness’s most potent form. It is when it rejects the armour of Saul and meets a battle-clad giant with a few hand-selected smooth stones. In the midst of the fear and the drowning noise of chaos, there is the stone that kills the giant. A stone that only giant killers see, this is a “he is worthy” moment. It’s precisely when all is presumed beyond lost that a William, Joan, David, George, or Winston is born into their moment.
The King only returns when he is called forth by his brethren. But who out of the soy laiden sissies of Europe will take this stand and make this call? Were the High-T bloodlines not wiped out by fiat wars? They most certainly were. Thanks to genetics, these ancient bloodlines of heroes are with us again, and they are here with consequence. The bloodlines of William the Conqueror, Boleslaw the Brave, Arminius, Richard the Lionheart, Sobieski, Owain Glyndwr, Baldwin the Iron-Arm, Ambiorix, El Cid, Charlemagne, Brian Boru, Tryggvason, Alexander, Eric Bloodaxe, Brennus, Caesar, The Lion of the North - Gustavus Adolphus are already living amoung us again. The lineage of their bravery, the might of their hammer, sword, axe, and arrow are in our hands. When the might of man wells up, a King with the heart of a warrior will rise up to meet them. This is our time. We are living in the time of the sovereign man, and a sovereign man will lead us.
I know you don’t see them, the cameras do not find their faces, and the powers that be, with their rotting institutions, actively abuse them; their voice will only be heard by might of forceful will.
King Charles is ill; when he dies, William, the crowned prince, will ascend the throne and call the banners for the first time in centuries to assemble the scattered great houses and their mighty men to reconquer their once great nation, whose earthly impact the sun has never set.
When Brandon W. Woodward first mentioned the possibility of King William leading a re-taking of England, it struck me like lightning. It was similar to when I saw a map of Appalachia that said someone from here will save the United States… Sometimes a truth can be so powerful it moves in the physical world. Throughout time, much of what people thought were prophecies were wise and intuitive people deciphering the energy that is all around us… all around us telling us something new and unseen… something invisible to the close, unreasoning mind. Some people tap into that. I believe this is one of those instances.
