Who has read and remembers That Hideous Strength – of the gigantic oeuvre of CS Lewis, the capstone, masterpiece, and summation – and who has lately followed the news in the alternative media must have noticed a horrible semblance of these last weeks to the gathering storm that novel so masterfully presents, of good and evil human, natural, and supernatural rising to a tremendous pitch of intensity and power as they drive each inexorably to a titanic, shattering battle. I do not mean here to specify all the parallels, but they are almost all there: corrupt government agencies with noble sounding names and ends that work in fact deep evil; a cruel fat sadistic lesbian harridan, plaything and willing instrument of obscure Satanic masters; inner circles within inner circles, each more vicious and twisted than the last; sexual sin run amok; young victims; hubris on a vast scale, pretensions to a Babelonian New World Order and a New Man; nominalist obfuscation, nihilism and relativism; sophistical professors and rotten priests; contempt for all that is good, true and holy, old and homely, right, simple, and sweet, or even simply and honestly rational (all in the name of rationality) – the whole nine yards. And arrayed against these Powers, a pitiful few doughty hapless writers and scholars, talking mostly to each other in a remote corner of the world of what is good and right, true and holy, strait and wise, solid and reliable.
Nor Merlin nor any of his mighty company have (so far as we know) yet reappeared, as he did in the book, to muster and bolster the vassals of the Good. But then, we would not hear of such a thing, had it happened; for such as Merlin secrete ever their consecrate motions. I doubt it has not happened; I doubt not indeed that there are at any time a small company at least of such beings (they are perhaps not quite mere men), wandering the Earth and protecting us from God knows what horrors, wrecking the stratagems of our mortal foes. They our hidden Guardians wander; our Enemies prowl. They seek the rescue and ransom of souls, that our Enemies seek to ruin. One of our Wanderers, at least, must be afoot in what now transpires in the West, stirring us up to meet what lies ahead, to valor and to victory, and aye to death and defeat – to martyry, and thus by a Magic Deeper than Time to the ultimate Consummation.
Apart from Merlin, all the parallels are there, right in the horrified headlines of the alternative media, and indeed even of the common Narrative. The Evil begins to speak its name and purpose now openly, forthrightly: we can at last see why it was so important to them, to normalize first homosexuality, then homosexual marriage, then quickly transsexuality, then open lavatories, and now, latterly, gingerly, just begun: paederasty. It’s their thing, their métier: the spiritual destruction of our young. We see it in the Savile scandal in Britain, and in Rotherham; in the whole of the Muslim world; in Hollywood; and now, it would seem, at the upper reaches of the American political and media elite. We see it also in letters (the Marion Zimmer Bradley scandal), alas in the Church, in the schools, and of course especially in the Academy, where poisonous professors like Peter Singer work out the moral justification of such things as infanticide, and all the flower of our youth is subject to a pervasive, thoroughgoing perversion – philosophical, so moral and thus spiritual, and of course sexual.
The Ruiners are our predator species; and predators hunt always, first, the weak, the old, the sick, and most of all the pure, healthy, succulent young from among their prey. So then likewise do their human slaves.
They have infiltrated the institutional heights of the West to a terrific degree, blackmailing, depraving, enriching and protecting each other.
It is our children they seek, to devour.
They want us to end our persecution of their project; nay, they want our approval. More, even: they want us to offer up our firstborn to them, as once our Phoenician forebears did to Moloch of Tyre, as if that were a fitting sacrifice, a reasonable service.
Read the book, by the Lord Jesus, if you have not, and that soon. It is short, almost a novella really; and you shall never forget it, for it shall forever shape your perspective on current events.
One of our Wanderers, I say, must now be actively at work. How, else, to explain the recent relentless incredulous worry of the alternative media – writers and scholars, autodidacts, enthusiasts, eccentrics, conspiracy theorists, hackers, and all their ilks – over the sickening depredations they suddenly apprehend, of the Predators of Man, against the Common Good? Some One must be stirring us up. Perhaps even it is our mascot and Patron, here at the Orthosphere – may God bless his handiwork.
Saint Michael and all angels, pray for us.
On then into the crisis. There is after all no alternative, for any of us. God be with us, all.
Pray hard, and earnestly, my friends:
Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio; contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae Caelestis, satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute in infernum detrude. Amen.
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in this day of battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.