While the raison d’être of the Black Order of Pan-Europa has previously been laid bare, an addendum to the foundation of the gestalt may provide an indication of the current which underlies the surface, and, albeit in an inarticulate fashion, to exhibit an intimation of what is sought to be given Form. TBO has explicitly stated previously that we are, in essence, an Aeonic Order. We express and seek to presence the Shadow-side of European Consciousness and that which entails the enacting of Imperium, in the realisation that such an achievement cannot be accomplished by mere visualisation, for “Imperium has to be created, by struggle, and cannot be merely wished into existence.”
TBO has been hitherto been described variously, which limits to an inane degree by seeking to confine within a specific categorisation the ways in which goals are attained. The foundation of the Order lays in the actualisation of VINDEX; the very contrast of the sickness that is the Magian spirit. Most recently, this has been manifested within the Spirit of National-Socialism, which remains to this day the very antithesis to what has become of the West since its military defeat. We exist as an expression of the Indo-Aryan, and draw upon the European Collective Unconscious which reflects the environment, religious expression and cultural impetus of said Blood.
TBO is, as it has always been, an organic expression of the Occidental Soul. We do not seek to remain fettered by the bond of history; the worth of history all too often serves as the noose by which many a corpse sways in the wind which provides it with a semblance of still being alive, while ravens pluck eyes from the rotten precipice. However, we acknowledge that “We do need history, but quite differently from the jaded idlers in the garden of knowledge, however grandly they may look down on our rude and unpicturesque requirements. In other words, we need it for life and action, not as a convenient way to avoid life and action, or to excuse a selfish life and a cowardly or base action. We would serve history only so far as it serves life; but to value its study beyond a certain point mutilates and degrades life: and this is a fact that certain marked symptoms of our time make it as necessary as it may be painful to bring to the test of experience.”
For the Ideal aspirant of TBO finds that “The values and strivings of those past worlds no longer interest him save from the historical standpoint. Thus he has become “unhistorical” in the deepest sense and has estranged himself from the mass of men who live entirely in the bounds of tradition. Indeed, he is completely modern only when he has come to the very edge of the world, leaving behind him all that has been discarded and outgrown, and acknowledging that he stands before a void out of which all things may grow.”
Further of relevance, we quote at length, from Nietzsche’s “Antichrist”:
“Let us face ourselves. We are Hyperboreans; we know very well how far off we live. ‘Neither by land nor by sea will you find the way to the Hyperboreans’—Pindar already knew this about us. Beyond the north, ice, and death—our life, our happiness. We have discovered happiness, we know the way, we have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years. Who else has found it? Modern man perhaps? ‘I have got lost; I am everything that has got lost,’ sighs modern man. This modernity was our sickness: lazy peace, cowardly compromise, the whole virtuous uncleanliness of the modern Yes and No. … Rather live in the ice than among modern virtues and other south winds! We were intrepid enough, we spared neither ourselves nor others; but for a long time we did not know where to turn with our intrepidity. We became gloomy, we were called fatalists. Our fatum—abundance, tension, the damming of strength. We thirsted for lightning and deeds and were most remote from the happiness of the weakling, ‘resignation.’ In our atmosphere was a thunderstorm; the nature we are became dark—for we saw no way. Formula for our happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal.”
The very Spirit of the Black Order has ever lain beyond the incessant chide of anything which may consider itself as a contemporary, we are today almost fully bereft of anyone warranting such flattery; or in the case exemplar, those who wish to see themselves as such. An alignment to an archer drawing an arrow is only momentarily possible until said arrow is released. “Struggle”, to quote The Chief, “is gruesome only for the weak”.
Yet again in his words we find some semblance, close, albeit not quite concise, in the raison d’etre which underscores our purpose that we seek to manifest through the inception of the Order: “I desire a violent, domineering, fearless, and ferocious upcoming generation. It must be able to bear pain. It must show no signs whatsoever of weakness or tenderness. The free and magnificent predator must once again glint from their eyes.”
TBO is above all, a practical Order, with the expectation and necessity of seeking transformation through the ordeal of experience. There are no shortcuts nor abridgements which are possible in order to somehow gain insight by abstract reasoning; one learns in no better way that one bleeds by being wounded. The goals which are sought via TBO as an organic expression cannot be simulated by other means, nor replaced by alternatives; there are no compromises in the seeking of Imperium.
Underscoring all TBO, in this very practical manner recognises in our quest to express and integrate that Shadow that “enlightenment doesn’t occur from sitting around visualizing images of light, but from integrating the darker aspects of the Self into the conscious personality.”
Agios o Vindex!