Burning winds and scalding sands were your food And shelter in your final days of life. For your true confession of Christ, exile Is your reward from the Arian king. The Sahara, like a giant furnace, Swallows your Graces, Felix, Cyprian, And the four-thousand nine-hundred sixty-six Courageous African Christians Who voluntarily followed you. Sharp hunger, parched throats, burnt faces and feet – No apparent reprieve from your agony. ‘Renounce your faith and live!’ the skeptical Onlookers shout, not knowing that Christ’s Presence with His co-sufferers transforms Earthly pains into a foretaste of Heaven’s joys. In no way, then, do you grumble against God Or look back with longing to your cities. Your great company, instead, sings praises More fervently to the Sweetest Trinity, Though your voices crack and hearts are failing. Many angels led your pure souls upward Into the Heavenly City, whose light Is God Himself, while the silent desert dunes Gratefully received your holy bodies, Will be their tomb till Resurrection Day. The tortures of tomorrow’s Christians Will be much more subtle and refined, Yet harder to resist – the Enemy Has learned well the weaknesses of man. Withal, through union with Christ, Who is God, Unchanging, unconquerable – today, And yesterday, and forever, Amen – Through the gifts bestowed on us by your prayers, We, too, will endure faithfully to the end, And receive from Christ a crown of glory And a throne of honor, which we will offer Back to Him in thanksgiving and worship, Throughout the glorious, endless ages.
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There is a growing libertarian tendency in the Red States as it regards mind-altering drugs. Many have legalized marijuana in some form, and now Missouri and Oklahoma are considering legalizing psychedelic mushrooms. This is the kind of thing we expect from amoral Leftists (some of whose States and cities have already decriminalized dangerous substances like these), but it is difficult to harmonize with any kind of conservative/traditional ethos that the Red States say they support. The damage to the human body and mind is appalling enough, as reports from legalized drug utopias like Oregon, that resemble something of a cross between a zombie apocalypse and a mafia documentary, reveal:
But there is a deeper danger lurking here, a danger for the human soul, as these psychedelic drugs open the door for demonic influences to enter the lives of individuals and society as a whole:
There is no good reason to decriminalize drugs that affect human beings in these ways. All the Southern States, the Great Plains States, and all the other Red States and counties need to firmly close the door on these legalizations.
Do we want to be the Garden of the Holy Spirit or the playground of demons? Sometimes the choice really is that simple. But will State and local government officials do what is in the best interest of their people? Will they show solidarity with the Christian beliefs of so many, past and present, or sell them out (again) for payoffs from corporations and other big donors? A holy Christian king of the country of Georgia celebrated on 26 January offers a challenge for the South, forces us to make a choice about what kind of people we really want to be. Before we reach that crux, let us see what kind of a life Saint-King David IV the Restorer (+1125 A.D.) lived. Most notably, he placed the highest priority on the spiritual health of his people:
Despite this abundance of activity on behalf of the Church, King David did not forget about the physical well-being of the Georgian ethnos, nor did he leave the physical protection of them to others. He put himself in danger to drive out the invaders of Georgia:
When overwhelming odds faced him and his army, he did not quail in fear or puff himself up with prideful self-confidence, but placed his hope in God and encouraged his soldiers to do the same. The result was victory over the enemy and unity and rest for his country:
The challenge for us in the South today is: How do we respond to a life like this, to such outstanding heroism and faith? Modernity teaches us to scorn kings and traditional Christianity as irrelevant artefacts of the past, to reject them as retrogressive forces in society. It is precisely here that Dixie finds herself in trouble, as she has tried to live with one foot in the world of tradition and one in the world of modern Progress – in the former we are constrained by the activities of a virtuous hereditary aristocracy, while in the latter it is proclaimed that all government originates from an all-powerful mass of ‘the people’, that everything must be done according to their will. No less than John Randolph of Roanoke warned us throughout his life of the dangers of this schizophrenia, particularly at the Virginia constitutional convention held in 1832 as Mr. Randolph neared the end of his life. Compromise between the two is impossible. We cannot go only a quarter of the way or half way with the progressive Revolution. We must either master it, or it will destroy us. And one of the surest signs that a people has vanquished the Revolution is its embrace of hereditary Christian monarchy, which is one of the most visible symbols of tradition. This will likely be difficult for many Southerners to accept right away, as we have been fed a diet of ideological poison for decades now about governments of, by, and for that mysterious, god-like People (e.g., Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address). But as they explore their own past and the history of other Christian countries, we think they will come to the same conclusion. Traditional Southern life, prior to the War and its upsetting of our established pattern of living, operated largely as a network of small kingdoms (plantations) ruled by a king and queen (the gentleman and his lady). Mississippian Henry Hughes illustrates this for us in his book Treatise on Sociology (1854). In describing the tithing system of Old, pre-Norman Conquest England, he is using it as an aid in explaining the plural executive (the many plantation owners) of the antebellum South (pgs. 266-8, 1968 reprint, Negro UP, New York):
Many notable attainments came along with this system for Dixie, but there was one great flaw: lack of unity. Without a king-father at the summit of the hierarchy to keep order, the brothers of the family will fight with one another (to borrow a phrase from Dr Matthew Raphael Johnson) – and ours did. How tragically we saw this unfold during the War with the Yankees, as political and military leaders here at the South wasted their energy fighting against one another rather than concentrating upon the inbreakers. That is one advantage of having a Christian king. Related to it is another: The king is katehon, he who withholds the ferocious forces of evil that desire to destroy everything good in the world (see II Thessalonians 2:7). A mighty prophet, pastor, and wonderworker of the 20th century, St John Maximovitch (+1966), said in one of his sermons,
On the opposite side of the coin, contrary to the modern stereotype, kings are often the forces for progress in the true, Christian sense of the word. Returning to St David IV, we find examples of this:
As political structures developed in Christian countries over the course of the centuries, what arose was not an either-or situation, either an absolute monarch or a purely elected government. It was a combination of both elements – hereditary and elected officials. Thus, the return of a king to Dixie would not be radical departure from the norm, but a return to it. There have been a couple of moments since the deviation of 1776 at which the South approached monarchical restoration, once at the beginning of the War of Northern Aggression and once near its end. During secession and the formation of the Confederate government, there were suggestions of establishing a monarchy of some sort (Elizabeth Fox-Genovese and Eugene Genovese, The Mind of the Master Class, Cambridge UP, New York, 2005, pgs. 704-5); as the war picture became ever more bleak in 1865, the Confederate government on 6 Feb. gave General Lee exceptional powers over the army to try to turn the tides in favor of the South (F. B. Simkins, A History of the South, 3rd edn., Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1965, p. 245). Today, in Dixie and elsewhere, there remains a great respect for and resonance with Christian monarchy, as evidenced by the attention surrounding Queen Elizabeth II’s funeral, the captivation of readers with a character like Aragorn from Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, and the continued presence of St-King Alfred the Great in the Southern imagination (as we see with Mr Hughes, above) even though 1,000 years have passed since his repose in the Lord. By re-establishing monarchy in the South, we do not have to jettison all the political wisdom and institutions that have grown up here over the last nearly 250 years; not very much of it, probably. But if we are to be victorious over the satanic forces that have grown frighteningly powerful in recent years, we must use every weapon in the arsenal of tradition that is available to us. And a Christian king is an exceptionally strong weapon. The allies of evil have said a number of times that ‘America’ has a special meaning for them. The Theosophist H. P. Blavatsky is typical: ‘It is in America that the transformation will take place, and has already silently commenced’ (The Secret Doctrine, 1888, quoted in Mitch Horowitz, Occult America, Bantam Books, New York, 2009, p. 246). In order to escape the nets of these evil people, to stop and reverse their special American ‘transformation’/Revolution here in Dixie, let us crown a Southern king – a true katehon for the Southern ethnos. Notes: All quotations related to St David IV are from this web page:
https://www.oca.org/saints/lives/2023/01/26/100326-blessed-david-iv-king-of-georgia The eyes of Zebulon Lee stared blankly In the harsh LED light of his apartment, His red hair hanging loosely about his bearded face, Alone in Virginian Alexandria. In the blink of an eye, he found he was not. Saint John the Baptist: These lights will make you go blind, you know. Zebulon: Stranger, I feel that I have long been wandering In a trackless waste. St. John: You speak truly, For your father Constantius risked much to find The precious treasure you so glibly stow On your countertop. [Another visitor appears.] Herod: But why should he concern himself with this, This musty flesh? Look what trouble it has brought To his life – His father is dead and the house of Lee Is heaped with loathsome shame. Constantius Believed in the power of a dead man’s hand To unify his people, but found himself Mocked and murdered by secret police. St. John: What is your advice for the man, then, Herod? Zebulon: Herod? St. John: Herod, yes. What course should he take? Herod: There is only one sure path to power In this world: Take it by force! Constantius, Like Robert before him, wouldn’t stain his sword With his enemies’ blood. Those they opposed Remain as rulers, themselves now in ignominy. Avenge them, pitiful young Lee, sitting weakly On the floor! Take up sword and gun, knife and poison, Kill those who humiliated your kinsmen, And be the strong ruler they refused to be! Zebulon [Stands.]: You speak with boldness, sir, as one who knows, Rather than who shares a speculation. But I, too, have read a little history, And know what end awaits a governor Whose rule is founded on seas of blood. You slew Wife and sons, dozens of the Sanhedrin, And fourteen-thousand young innocent babes, That you might cling a little more securely To your sweet power. What did it avail? You died anyway, and mis’rably, hated by all. Herod [Spits at Zebulon.]: And who are you – Good King Alfred, reborn? Going to lead the Southern people with prayers And baubles to victory over the Northmen From your little hovel, your own sad Athelney? Zebulon: Who I am, or shall be, is no concern Of yours. Be gone! Herod: A curse fall upon you! [Disappears.] Zebulon [To St. John]: You have been mighty quiet throughout, Stranger. St. John: Evil has a way of defeating itself, At times. Zebulon: And yet at other times it persists. For two hundred years, my people have had to wear The Yankee yoke. My father believed the hand Of St. Andrew would safeguard us, but he died, And we are again unfree. Was his faith misplaced? St. John: No Mr. Lee, not misplaced, simply unfulfilled. The Adversary cannot thwart the will of God, Only delay it. Now that you have shown yourself Faithful, you must finish what your forefathers began. A gathering of many thousands will soon take place In the federal city before Lincoln’s temple To stir up nationalistic fervor, To strengthen the union that was dead And yet lives again. Take with you St. Andrew’s relic, Stand before the tyrant, asking God for help, And you will see deliverance for your people. Only know that fierce persecution awaits you, If you go. But even so, the Gracious Lord Will not abandon you. Zebulon: Nor will I Him. But tell me, Friend, ere I go, who you are. I think we have met before, haven’t we? St. John: When you go to give thanks to God after witnessing His mighty acts, then you will know who speaks with you. [Disappears.] Zebulon, momentarily stunned to stillness By this and all the day’s events, recollected himself Quickly and prepared to go. Upon his chest He strapped the reliquary of St. Andrew’s hand, The bands forming the familiar Southern cross. He found the words of St. John true: Beaten By demons, stabbed by thieves, abused by soldiers As he traveled to Lincoln’s shrine, the Lord Jesus Sent an angel to heal him every time. Now standing at the front of the crowd, blue eyes Sparkling, he held aloft the holy hand, And cried aloud, ‘Now, Lord, visit the South With Your goodness through the prayers of St. Andrew, St. Alfred, and all our holy intercessors!’ The words died away amidst many loud voices; The words drifted away, but the dark clouds clabbered. Terrible winds tore at the Memorial – Bolt after bolt of lightning struck and smashed it – Hailstones covered the rubble like an icy grave. The sheltering crowds, in disbelief, hearkened To the voice of Zebulon Lee: ‘The union We have known will be no more. Go ye home, And let your native States and regions be your countries From this time onward.’ And this they freely did. The Southern States, united under the headship Of Zebulon Lee, bearer of the sacred relic, Formed pacts of friendship with Christian countries Across the world – both smaller folk like Serbia And Hungary and great powers, Brazil And Russia, who helped them stand upon their feet. And it was decreed that no one would hold Dixie’s high executive command who was unworthy To be the keeper of St. Andrew’s mighty hand. On the day appointed for a solemn thanksgiving To God for His kindness towards the South, All entered the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist In the former District of Columbia, Since returned to Maryland, now proudly And righty bearing the name of Washington City. As the procession of Zebulon Lee entered, There, on the right side of the icon of the Savior, Was the face of the Stranger, the Friend, who had appeared To him so many days ago: the icon Of St. John himself! With overflowing Gratitude, without hesitation, he bowed low Before him and kissed the image of that holy man, Greatest born of woman, true in ev’ry age, And led the congregation in a song of praise To the great benefactor of the Southern land. The End, and Glory to God! This poem is the conclusion to Constantius Lee, which you can read here.
There is a funny little word that is suddenly meaningful for Dixie: synaxis. It is an ancient Greek word that translates to ‘a gathering’. On some Church calendars, there are several celebratory memorial synaxes: the Synaxis of the 70 Apostles (4 Jan.), the Synaxis of St John the Baptist (7 Jan.), and so on. We, as Southerners, should add a new synaxis of this kind to our yearly calendars, in light of what the uS military has decided to do with its base names, etc.: The Synaxis of Banned Confederates. The Pentagon has provided us with the names to include in our Synaxis, via a report from Newsmax: ‘The USS Chancellorsville, a guided-missile cruiser named for a Civil War battle the confederates won, and the USNS Maury, an oceanographic survey ship named for confederate naval Cmdr. Matthew Fontaine Maury, are the two naval ships affected. ‘The nine Army bases affected are: Fort Bragg, North Carolina; Fort Polk, Louisiana; Fort Benning, Georgia; Fort Gordon, Georgia; Fort A.P. Hill, Virginia; Fort Hood, Texas; Fort Pickett, Virginia; Fort Rucker, Alabama; and Fort Lee, Virginia.’ For clarity, they are, with the days they reposed, -Commander Matthew Maury (1 Feb.) -Gen Braxton Bragg (27 Sept.) -Gen Leonidas Polk (14 June) -Gen Henry Benning (10 July) -Gen John Gordon (9 Jan.) -Gen A. P. Hill (2 April) -Gen John Bell Hood (30 Aug.) -Gen George Pickett (30 July) -Col Edmund Rucker (13 April) General Robert E. Lee (who reposed on 12 Oct.), we feel, needs no introduction. There are, of course, many more who could be named, but these will suffice for this Gathering, given that they are the ones singled out in the report. Serious consideration should be given for other synaxes, though, like a Synaxis of the 12 Southerners who wrote I’ll Take My Stand, which could be held on the book’s original day of publication – November 12th. And we know just what day to celebrate this Synaxis: June 9th, the day a typical New England shrew, Senator Elizabeth Warren, proposed this genocidal scrubbing of anything Southern from the US military’s consciousness in 2020. On this day, let us heartily celebrate the memory and achievements of these Confederate ancestors of ours, and pray for the peaceful rest of their souls with the righteous (as well as on the individual days of the repose of each, as we are able). We should also include St Columba of Iona in these goings-on, asking him to pray for our ancestors and for Southrons living and not yet living, for his Feast Day is also on the 9th of June, he who did so much to bring our forefathers in Ireland, Scotland, and England to the Christian Faith. This attack on memory, virtue, etc., is undoubtedly unseemly and dangerous, but there is a positive side to it (as others have pointed out): No longer will the names and reputations of our Southern forebears be defamed by being dragged into the Federal regime’s unlawful wars with all their atrocities, nor through all the sexual perversity and depravity that the woke Pentagon is now imposing on its soldiers and sailors in the name of diversity and inclusion. Let them drag the names of those they revere – Lincoln, Emerson, Susan B. Anthony, Sheridan, Hillary Clinton, and all the rest of that strange, disreputable lot – through the blood and the mud instead. However, there is one name that Southerners should insist be removed from a place: the name of George Washington from Washington, D. C. General Washington is too fine a gentleman to be associated with that vipers’ nest. The District can no doubt find a more suitable name, perhaps their latest overseas puppet, Zelensky. Aside from the massive financial and military aid to the corrupt neo-Nazi Kiev government, the D. C. Establishment has just recently created ‘Ukrainian Independence Park’ in the middle of the city; and some loopy Congressmen want to place his bust in the US House. The new name ‘Zelensky, D. C.’ would simply close the loop. If the un-Christian globalist types in D. C. are determined to wipe out the memories of our Southern ancestors, we must be more determined to preserve them, honor them, and pass them on to future generations. It is essential, then, to observe Confederate Memorial Day when it comes round each year in the various Southern States, but with each new action of the Yankees/globalists to purge Southern history and culture, we must make a new effort of our own to counteract it. Hence, our new Synaxis for the banned boys in grey. (Our thanks to an anonymous tipster for the Newsmax link.) The first cold morning of fall in Louisiana Sends my memory far away to Oklahoma, To the cavernous den that you added to your house, Uncle Ken. The icy air resting on the rock-strewn hills outside Bites into the thin skin of mortal flesh, but the hearth inside Glows with a wood fire, offering its warm benediction. Within this little cosmos, you are all here, my family! The love that surrounds us is from the Paraclete, surely, And warms us better than the hearth, no cold malice within. Here, in the awful, joyful stillness of your presence, Vision becomes prophetic, brought into the future tense, This precious room a faint foreseeing of our kinhouse in Heaven.
Do you want heart-warming news, fellow Southrons? Well, there it is, in those quotation marks: Not only does the South have her own guardian angel, but Dixie is well-nigh full of them – an angel for the whole of us, an angel for each State, an angel for each county, parish, town, hamlet, forest, river, creek, and field. For faithful Southerners seeking victory over the fallen passions, seeking healing of soul and body, and freedom from foes seen and unseen, this is encouraging to know. For God has bidden the angels to help us in all these things. The Holy Apostle Paul, his disciple St Dionysius the Areopagite, and other holy men and women reveal the mysteries of the angelic realm to us – the nine ranks of angels, their appointed duties, etc. For example:
Of particular interest to the South in these times when the enemies of God have become quite strong is the Archangel Michael:
And in the New Dispensation of the Risen Lord Jesus, there are events like this:
It is altogether a very natural and fitting thing, then, for Dixie to ask St Michael to come to our aid: ‘We invoke Saint Michael for protection from invasion by enemies and from civil war, and for the defeat of adversaries on the field of battle. He conquers all spiritual enemies.’ This is the key, though – We must ask. The Lord and His holy saints and angels are perfectly willing, and ready, to help us (and they do help us in many ways without our knowledge or our request because of their perfect love), but if we do not ask, we will not get much aid from them. Our Lord told us this in His Sermon on the Mount: ‘Ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For every one who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened’ (St Matthew’s Gospel 7:7-8). Nothing will be given, found, or opened unless we ask, seek, and knock. Thus, we mustn’t be slack in our prayers to St Michael if we want to receive help from him. The Akathist Hymn to St Michael contains this wonderful prayer (given here only in part) with which Dixie may beseech the Holy Archangel:
At then end of the Divine Liturgy of St John Chrysostom, a compilation he put together in the 4th century, there are these words:
And this echoes the words of St Paul:
Such is the covering, such is the armor, such is the protection that Dixie can and should put on – Christ, His Most Pure Mother, the Cross, the angelic powers, the Apostles, and all the saints. Especially in this context, let us hymn, exalt, and pray to St Michael the Archangel, that the Lord would save the South from all her spiritual and physical enemies. As with St Alfred on Oct. 26th and St Andrew on Nov. 30th, it would be well for us to sing the Akathist Hymn to St Michael together as a people on Nov. 8th. I look forward to being with you all in spirit on that day as well! In addition, one could also pray to the Guardian Angels of the South using this Akathist hymn or this canon, substituting ‘Dixie’ or the names of States, towns, neighborhoods, schools, churches, etc., where needed. (Thanks to Perrin Lovett for pulling my attention in the direction of the Archangel Michael.)
Mr Kenneth Robbins left a comment not long ago which set us to thinking. Here is the relevant part of it:
These words brought to mind some questions – How have other Christian countries in the past regained their freedom from invaders and conquerors? Are there any constants from their experiences that the South can implement in our own efforts to throw off the Yankee yoke? Let’s look at the history of a couple of countries for answers. The Greek War for Independence – 1821We begin in a land much loved by Southrons, the land of Greece. From the fall of Constantinople in 1453 to the 19th century, the Muslim Turks treated the conquered Christian Greeks atrociously. But in 1821, the Lord had mercy on the Greeks, and they began their war of liberation (an event Thomas Jefferson knew about and thought highly of). The day it began has special significance:
The Greeks’ battle for freedom, then, includes the elements of seeking the blessing and protection of the Mother of God and marching under the protection of the Holy Cross. Let us turn now to a second country. The End of Russia’s Time of Troubles – 1612
The same elements are found here as in Greece’s war of liberation: the intercession of holy men and women and the presence of holy objects. The pattern is found again earlier in Russia’s history in her battle against the Mongol Tatars
The path ahead for the South is therefore quite clear – We need to unite around two things: patron saints who will intercede for us in our own battle for independence from Yankees, globalists, LGBT tyrants, etc., and holy objects through which God’s Grace will also act to help us achieve that goal. Two main patrons stand out from the other possibilities: St. Alfred the Great of England (+899), from whose kingdom of Wessex the South received the foundation of her culture in Virginia, and the Holy Apostle Andrew the First-Called, the Patron Saint of Scotland, whose X-shaped cross is the chief feature of our battle flag, the most recognizable symbol of our people. If faithful Southrons can do nothing else together, we need to at least honor these two holy men on their main feast days as one people. On the 26th of October, let us say as much as we can of the service to St Alfred. On the 30th of November, let us do the same for the Holy Apostle Andrew. Likewise, let us not fail to have in our homes an icon of St Alfred and an image or a flag bearing our dear Southern Cross of St Andrew. These means may seem unconventional, but history tells us again and again that they are essential. This is because a Christian’s war for freedom is primarily fought on a spiritual level, with spiritual ends in mind, though it also has material aspects to it. Blessed Photios Kontoglou explains, in the context of the Greek war:
If we in the South will begin to walk together in unison in these small ways, the Lord will help us, perhaps slowly, perhaps quickly – that is in His hands – raising up leaders like St Demetrios of the Don and St Hermogenes and the many noble Greek clergy who led uprisings and who died as martyrs for the cause of Greece’s freedom; scattering our enemies; securing our fatherland; blessing our churches, families, farms, and cities. Only let us repent, as Mr. Robbins said above, while we have the time.
I hope to be with you all in spirit on 26 October and 30 November! The South is undoubtedly passing through a hellish time on earth, where all traces of her past culture are being expunged from existence and her people forced to adopt foreign and ruinous ideologies and practices. Not even Confederate soldiers buried at Arlington National Cemetery are allowed to have a memorial in their honor any longer. It is times like this that make the lives of the Christian martyrs so essential for her to read and dwell and act upon. The lives of two warrior-princes, David and Constantine, are especially relevant for Southerners who are striving to defend and live the ways of their ancestors, for these two martyrs also lived in very dark times:
Like Southerners of various sorts through the years who have fought to protect the fatherland from ravaging foes – whether false teachings like Unitarianism and evolution or actual physical foes like Yankee troops – the holy princes David and Constantine were able for a time to defeat the invaders, but later suffered an overwhelming defeat:
The South, we may say, is in captivity, the same that David and Constantine underwent at the hands of Marwan the Deaf. The parallel between the Georgians ‘fleeing to the forests’ and the Southern writer Donald Davidson’s poem ‘Sanctuary’ is worth taking note of:
The response of David and Constantine to their situation is instructive for Dixie:
The Southern generation that lived through the War with the North was able to say what the two Georgians said, that Southern sins led to their defeat. But modern Southrons seem to lack this humility. Are we prolonging our time stumbling and drifting through the Yankee wilderness because of this? But there is more:
Like the brothers, Dixie was ‘beaten without mercy’ during so-called Reconstruction, and also like them, they ‘steadfastly endured the suffering’ and ‘stunned’ their Yankee abusers. And, again, similar to Marwan, the Yanks (and now the globalists) then resorted to flattery, sorcery, and charms (in the form of access to Elite circles, teaching of heretical ideas like American exceptionalism in public schools, promises of unending economic improvement, etc.), which, alas, have worked here at the South, causing many to renounce the good, long-established ways of their mothers and fathers. We are ‘drowning in the shallow waters of the coast’ in Yankee errors like fundamentalism and pantheism. The antidote, of course, is the profession of faith in the ‘One True God’ – the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, by which David and Constantine overcame the wiles of their enemies, the faith toward which Southerners were once much more inclined. This confession of faith may cause more suffering or even death for Southrons; it certainly brought that upon the brothers:
But death is not the end, by the Grace of God; after suffering comes glorification (continuing the pattern begun by the Lord Jesus Christ Himself with His suffering, death, resurrection, ascension, and second coming), though that too may take many years to come to full fruition:
It may be some time yet, but let Southerners not lose heart that with deep repentance, steadfast faith in the One True God, unshakeable resolve before their enemies, and help from martyrs like Sts David and Constantine (who pray to God from His holy altar, Rev. 6:9-10), Dixie will also see her enemies defeated, her culture resurrected, and her heroes honored. Apart from that, what can she expect but her descent into another circle of Dante’s Inferno, the circle of Woke hell? Notes: All quotes about the life of Sts David and Constantine are from this web page. The pressures to conform to the woke religion are enormous and widespread. Institutions small and large, public and private – from school boards to the US Army; from Major League Baseball to US ambassadors – are attempting to force men, women, and children to accept un-Christian, unhistorical, untruthful ideologies about the sexes, about equality, about the climate, etc. The South continues to be a target of the revolutionary reformers, a people whose culture must be demonized and destroyed in order for ‘progress’ to come nigh unto them and touch them with its precious hands. It would surely be easier for faithful Southerners to simply give in to the pressures bearing down upon them, more sensible to accept our place in the technocratic order as sources of experimentation, exploitation, data, and revenue for the Pfizers, Amazons, and BlackRocks of the world. Many unfortunately have faltered under the psychological, economic, etc., weight placed upon them. But for those who have not, it is imperative that they remain unreconstructed, that they resist no matter the cost, that their fidelity to Dixie never waver. The story of Queen Ketevan of Georgia (+1624) illustrates why this is crucial. The country of Georgia has suffered many devastating invasions over her long history as a Christian people (her baptism came in the 4th century). One particularly destructive incursion came early in the 17th century at the hands of Muslims under Shah Abbas I of Persia. Desiring to extend his rule over the Georgian people, he launched a brutal assault:
This is reminiscent of what many parts of Dixie suffered from Lincoln’s Army and from ‘Reconstruction’. But Queen Ketevan did not despair despite these woeful circumstances, and neither should Dixie’s faithful sons and daughters as new battles rage within her between the woke and those who quite happily remain unwoke:
When the Shah pressed her to renounce her traditions, to accept Islam, to marry him, and enjoy bountiful and comfortable living, she flatly refused, and this had a tremendous impact on the Georgian people:
That is why it is vital for faithful Southerners never to give in to the Godless regime that holds sway today: to encourage other Southerners individually to hold out, to withstand, to resist, no matter how overwhelming the opposing forces appear. And it could also be that some new Joan of Arc will be inspired by seeing or hearing about a faithful Southron, and go on to lead Dixie collectively out of spiritual and/or physical captivity. The immediate results of resistance may be disheartening at first glance, as Queen Ketevan’s may have looked to her people:
Yet the Most Holy Trinity will raise up the downtrodden and despairing through the presence and working of His Grace, whether manifesting internally or externally (or both) – But the Lord God sent a miracle: her holy relics were illumined with a radiant light. We do not know with certainty what lies ahead for Dixie, but recent events do not point to a calm, rosy future. It is incumbent upon true Southerners, then, to preserve as much of their patrimony as they can so they might through it both awaken their misguided kinsmen from their phantasies about Yankee/American/globalist utopias as well as have a real community to offer them to rejoin if/when they do wake up. But if they still refuse the good, old ways of our forefathers and mothers and attack us in cold blood, at least we will have the privilege of dying like the martyrs and can look forward to receiving an imperishable crown from Christ our Savior and perhaps also receiving some affection at our burial here on the earth, as our bodies join our Southern forebears’ in Dixie’s pleasant soil and our souls journey to meet theirs in the heavenly realm:
Notes:
All quotations about the life of the Holy Martyr Queen Ketevan are from this web page: https://www.oca.org/saints/lives/2022/09/13/102608-greatmartyr-ketevan-queen-of-georgia |
AuthorWalt Garlington is a chemical engineer turned writer (and, when able, a planter). He makes his home in Louisiana and is editor of the 'Confiteri: A Southern Perspective' web site. Archives
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