The Orthosphere Has Begun to Succeed

How can we tell that we are on the right track? When they are shooting at you, you know you are over the target. Maybe not the target you took off to destroy, but a worthy target nonetheless.

We learned over the last few days that we seem to have been shadowbanned by the orcs at Facebook. Professor Cocks and a regular commenter both tried to post links to Orthosphere essays to Facebook pages, and both got instead messages that such links to us are disallowed because they are not pc. Or something.

Terrific news, right?

They are scared of us. Yes, folks, the Enemy is scared even of the Orthosphere, with our puny traffic. We seem to have them on the run!

So, here’s to more posts on abstruse Christian metaphysics, ancient political economy, pulp fiction, folk music and 20th Century composers, Texas geography and history, aetymology, Berdyaev and Gödel, physics and the Church, and so forth.

Oh, and that stuff about monarchy and reaction. I suppose that’s how they twigged us. Or perhaps it was the rumor a few years ago that we were the rightmost site of the reactionary web. Shucks, folks; it’s not that we are *trying* to be outrageous.

The lesson seems clear. Speak the truth, *about anything,* anything at all. That will do the trick.

Onward, friends.

******

PS: if any of you have expertise or experience in replicating a site, I’d like to hear from you. If FB has banned us, I suppose it is only a matter of time until WordPress does likewise. We’ll need a fallback option. All I know how to do is download the site to my drive. More than that is needed, if we are to keep flying missions over Enemy territory.

35 thoughts on “The Orthosphere Has Begun to Succeed

  1. One key part of a solution is to have a couple of proxy servers from different hosting companies.

    Proxy server 1 is the one theorthospere.org points to. Everyone connects to it, and it actually just forwards to your backend server where all the content is.

    When they come after you, they know to go after Proxy server 1. However, you have Proxy server 2 ready to go (different hosting company). When Proxy server 1 is shut down by DOCTOR Jill Biden and her flying monkeys, then you just repoint your domain name server records to Proxy server 2, which takes over doing what server 1 was doing. Then you set up proxy server 3.

    I know of a very-highly attacked site that does something like this to stay one step ahead of the shutdown weasels.

    Obviously, this all costs money and takes expert time. This is usually why a lot of use use free stuff like wordpress.com, they handle all of this for us until they get the message (“Code 666”)

  2. Consider substack. I’m no expert, but I think they don’t try to control what’s posted. You also have the option of allowing people to subscribe (and pay) for your content. It’s quite popular right now as a self-publishing venue. I would pay (a little) to read your content. I read too many things to pay a lot.
    I’ve posted a couple screenshots (including an image of the url) of your posts that I liked on FB, together with a cynical comment. It didn’t get flagged, though I’m sure FB can OCR images so the robots recognize banned text).

  3. WordPress software is open source, so you can set up a WordPress site on any server that you control. If you’re not running a mail server, a linux instance on a Virtual Private Server (VPS) can be set up for between US$5 and $10 a month on Digital Ocean or Linode. I have set up on both of those in the past. That gives full control, with root access, to a virtual server. Downside is that it requires more administration, although once it is up it will pretty much look after itself. Just keep all the software updated. Although my days as a system administrator are long past, I managed to do that. Even cheaper is shared hosting. All shared hosting that I know of has a simple setup to host a WordPress instance. What is shared is a server hosting many sites, none of which is supposed to have access to any of the others. I run my WordPress blog on a shared host.
    I haven’t replicated, although I intend to do that soon. However, there is plenty of information available about moving WordPress instances.

    • My lost comment was basically this.

      What I worry about is if you are targeted by DOCTOR Jill Biden and her flying monkeys, defending against attacks is a challenge.

      All of this costs money and takes some expertise to do.

      • The expertise has appeared (see below.) The other thing it is wise to do is to locate offshore. Switzerland, Netherlands, Germany, in descending order, offer protections against the local (US or Australian) craziness.

  4. “Professor Cocks and a regular commenter both tried to post links to Orthosphere essays to Facebook pages, and both got instead messages that such links to us are disallowed because they are not pc. Or something.”

    The word was “misleading.” Satan evidently does not want Orthosphereans to “mislead” Americans — or anyone else. If I recommend Ralph Vaughan Williams or write about Edgar Allan Poe, I am “misleading” the masses.

  5. Congratulations, this does seem like good news – a sign you are doing something right.

    So, here’s to more posts on abstruse Christian metaphysics…

    If a longtime reader can make a request, please don’t let that mean tarot divination and the like. I am amazed and dismayed to see such things creeping into this corner of the web, maybe not one link removed from the Orthosphere’s sidebar, but certainly two. Perhaps someone as unlearned as I is not initiated enough to understand why that should be so, but even that consideration gives me the creeps.

    • I don’t really see us going in that direction. Certainly divination of any sort is just not in the cards (yuk yuk). But then, I still have not read Tomberg’s Meditations on the Tarot, which is said to be entirely orthodox, and brilliant.

      • I don’t know what to think of things esoteric when they intersect with things Christian. Part of what troubles me is how fascinating I find it all, which makes me distrustful. But then I wouldn’t write something off prematurely, or ignorantly. I often resort to the comforting position of “leave it on the shelf” – neither grasping at it, nor knocking it down.

        I read this guy’s take on the Tarot a few months ago, and found it to be enlightening…

        https://weirdcatholic.com/2018/10/10/the-truth-about-tarot/

      • The link you provided does indeed deliver a haleful dose of common sense about the origin of the Tarot. I do not doubt that the Tarot deck began as innocently as the chessmen or the backgammon board, for the mere and sole purpose of mediating a game. I.e., *not* in the way that the Ouija board began. But then, neither, as with any such invention, could it possibly have begun as utterly innocent of divine information, and so of signification of things transcendent to itself.

        The Tarot might have begun as innocent playing cards, intended only to while the time away, *and* also have been fraught with prophetic powers ab initio.

        For, the odd weird thing is that things signify even when they do not mean to do so. *Everything* must signify somehow, if anything does. How could it be otherwise, in a coherent cosmos, in which each thing is causally – i.e., meaningfully – connected to every other? So, however they began, the Tarot may indeed signify as their occult users think.

        Can a harmless parlor game unintentionally invoke and so propagate the Forms and Types – and their meanings and significations and consequences – that were in ritual use by the ancient Egyptians – or, indeed, by the Atlanteans, or the Hyperboreans? Of course! This, especially, if those Forms and Types are indeed archetypal. If they are, then everything must echo and so tell them.

        But then, everything must tell the glory of God. All things must, on any adequate notion of God. He – and his Providential designs – must in principle be discernible anywhere we might look. Careful, humble looking cannot but disclose him. Even the project of Lucifer is utterly meaningless other than as a rebellion against the Insuperable. Like all defective beings, and despite himself, Lucifer tells the glory of God *in his very being.*

        Consider our utterly profane and in itself putatively meaningless 52 card playing deck. Does it at all signify, beyond itself? Of course it does; for, it invokes as the measure of all its operations the entirety of number theory, and so by extension of all maths, and so of the Lógos himself. So is it an instance and invocation – and a use, for worldly purposes – of the mind of God.

        Take care, then, the next time you embark upon a fascinating session of Solitaire, and in so doing harness the Almighty to your purposes. Perhaps the game is a portal to your salvation; perhaps not. Likely, the latter. Everything depends upon your intention, as you play. It is possible to play Solitaire as an exercise in the humble intellection of reality. Such is its most high and noble use. It is also possible to play as a mask of what we ought really to be doing, and as a distraction from the braying of conscience.

        Everything must tell the glory of God, and manifest his Providence. This is the intuition behind the imputation of significance – behind the apprehension of signal rather than mere noise – in the fall of the yarrow sticks, of the flipped coin, of the dominoes – i.e., of Urim & Thummim, drawn from the breastplate of the High Priest – and so forth. Ditto for the smoky hallucinations of the Oracle at Delphi – or for that matter of the neighbourhood weed head. Of such indeed are the heave and churn of our own guts at this or that notion of what we might next reasonably expect, or do (NB: the deliverances of our intellects are like – perhaps are they even epiphenomena – of those more visceral intuitions).

        Do tea leaves and animal guts and the flights of birds signify? No; not particularly. And, yet, also, yes, inasmuch as no being can be without signifying and so signalling all being. If all things are connected, as must they be in any coherent cosmos, then in principle we ought to be able to look at any sort of thing whatever and from it “divine” what it signifies about what is shortly to happen.

        So divination from creaturely events is not altogether without merit. But, it is finally stupid, for – as deriving from creaturely occurrences that can partake omniscience but partially, and thus to some degree wrongly – it is at most, and howsoever wise or sapient, merely partiscient.

        The Christian abhorrence and proscription of divination springs originally from the conviction that when push comes to shove the future lies not in the hands, or then in the apparent signals, or then in the meanings thereof, of this or that creature or its happenstances, but rather in those of our Creator, upon whom any such subsidiary beings, with all their signs and meanings, must all (by the definition of God) hang. The Christian detestation and rejection of divination (and so likewise of unbaptized magic) is at bottom a motion of confidence in the Providence of the Almighty. If he is in control of history – as, how not, on any rigorous notion of God? – then no other need be consulted about it, and consultation of any other about it cannot but mislead us, at the margin, toward spiritual (and, indeed, worldly) disaster.

        For, the danger inherent in all mancy is that God is not the only being everywhere evident and manifest and urgent in worldly events. So are all other such events; in a coherent cosmos, it could not be otherwise; for, in a coherent world, each member thereof is a system of all such others. And, so, likewise, are our Enemies, the demons, everywhere evident, manifest and working in our world. Thus attention to anything at all in preference to God himself is fraught with massive spiritual peril.

      • I blame 1990s bookstores, which popularized the perverted meaning of “metaphysics.” TB or JS, perhaps, could enlighten us about the American history of the term . . . In ignorance, I imagine some wealthy Massachusetts industrialist’s foolish daughter who tried to distance herself from her earlier occult-dabbling days, having grown bored of theosophy and its uncouth, Eastern European promoters. The novelty subsided, but the lack of etiquette (and body odor) didn’t. Her uncle was a classics professor in Cambridge, and she picked up some lingo over the years, overhearing the educated menfolk chat after dinner. Metaphysics sounded so learned and respectable. No seances for her, Brahmin-born beauty that she was. No, sir, she was to explore metaphysics — a graceful Aristotle with Miss Porter’s manners.

      • Your mention of Massachusetts nails it. The high minded poison in North America has flowed ever from the banks of the Charles River, and it goes back at least as far as Emerson. Or – of much greater relevance these days – to Salem. I say so despite my profound respect for Emerson, and deep as his insights truly were. Ditto for Whitman and Thoreau, and indeed for all the Bostonians. You can’t become as influential as they if you are spouting sheer shouting nonsense.

        When the Transcendentalists transcended, they lost sight of the categories that furnished their footing to begin with.

        Transcendence can be correct only as domesticated by the discipline of a traditional exoteric – ergo, an esoteric – religious Tradition.

        To transcend Tradition is to transcend your nearest and cheapest and easiest attachment to Reality.

        The Boston Transcendentalists thought to do without all that stuffy rigorous burdensome laborious Traditional religious and philosophical stuff. So much the worse for them, and for us, their heirs and victims. Would that they had all rather crawled to the Confessional in sackcloth and ashes, debased themselves before the altar of the Incomprehensible whom they so wordily admired, and recused all their wonted otherworldly worldliness.

        We might in that case have been spared feminism, Prohibition, the population bomb, anthropogenic global warming, and Critical Race Theory.

        I say all this, regretful, as someone who loved the Transcendentalists from my very first encounter with them, and who has loved them ever since.

        The spooky thing – the deeply pathetic thing – is that if you venture into a good used book store, with a healthy supply of obscure titles published in the late 19th Century, you are going to find at least a couple volumes that preach the incipient dawn of a New Age, in which Western civilization and religion will be transcended, and a paradise of enlightenment shall ensue. They often use exactly the same language as the similar volumes published ever since. This trope has been around for millennia. It won’t go away.

        Compare the perennially renewed predictions of incipient ecological disaster. It’s the same thing.

        In the limit, you get the vain repetitions of holocausts of thousands of scapegoats.

        This is what happens when you stop worshipping the Most High, and instead worship something less.

      • Tex Ritter meditates on the 52-card deck. Search for Tex Ritter Deck of Cards. I like, however, another version, Search for Flom Soldier’s Deck of Cards.

      • Ritter’s song is worth quoting in full:

        Friends, this is Tex Ritter with a strange story about a soldier boy and a deck of cards. During a North African campaign a bunch of soldier boys had been on a long hike, and they arrived in a little town called Casino [presumably Monte Cassino].

        The next morning being Sunday, several of the boys went to church. A sergeant commanded the boys in church, and after the chaplain had read the prayer the text was taken up next. Those of the boys who had a prayer book took them out, but this one boy only had a deck of cards, and so he spread them out.

        The sergeant saw the cards and said, “Soldier, put away those cards.”

        After the services were over the soldier was taken prisoner and brought before the Provost Martial. The Martial said, “Sergeant, why have you brought this man here?”

        “For playing cards in church, sir.”

        “And what have you to say for yourself, son?”

        “Much, sir,” replied the soldier.

        The Martial said, “I hope so, for if not, I shall punish you more than any man was ever punished.”

        The soldier said, “Sir, I have been on a march for about six months, and I had neither Bible nor Prayer Book, but I hope to satisfy you, sir, with the purity of my intentions.”

        With that, the boy started his story.

        “You see, sir, when I look at the ace it reminds me that there is but one God. The deuce reminds me that the Bible is divided into two parts; the Old and New Testaments. And when I see the trey I think of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. When I see the four I think of the four evangelists who preached the Gospel. There was Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. And when I see the five it reminds me of the five wise virgins who trimmed their lamps. Ten of ’em; five who were wise and were saved; five were foolish and were shut out. And when I see the six it reminds me that in six days God made this great heaven and earth. And when I see the seven it reminds me that on the seventh day God rested from His Great work. When I see the eight I think of the eight righteous persons God saved when he destroyed this earth. There was Noah, his wife, their three sons, and their wives. And when I see the nine I think of the lepers our Savior cleansed, and nine of the ten didn’t even thank Him. When I see the ten I think of the Ten Commandments God handed down to Moses on a tablet of stone. When I see the King it reminds me that there is but one King of Heaven, God Almighty. And when I see the Queen I think of the Blessed Virgin Mary who is Queen of Heaven. And the jacks, or knaves, why it’s the devil.

        And when I count the number of spots in a deck of cards, I find 365, the number of days in a year. There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year. There are four suits, the number of weeks in a month. There are twelve picture cards, the number of months in a year. There are thirteen tricks, the number of weeks in a quarter. So you see, sir, my deck of cards serves me as a Bible, an almanac and a Prayer Book.”

        And friends, this is a true story. I know, for I was that soldier.

        The correspondences noticed by the soldier look too careful and precise to be sheer happenstance – particularly the calendrical correspondences at the end of the song. They look designed, like a watch you might come across when traversing an otherwise barren heath.

        There are others. One that comes to mind is that there are 40 number cards in the deck: that reminds me of the 40 years the Israelites wandered in the desert, and the 40 days that Jesus fasted in the desert, and the 40 days of Lent. The four suits correlate to the four seasons and the four elements. It would be fascinating to look for more correlations between the cards and the liturgical calendar. Ditto for correlations to the ancient Hebrew calendar.

        I quibble with the soldier’s identification of the Jack with the Devil. In traditional cards up until the late 19th century in the Anglophone world, and in European countries to this day, the Jack is the Knave or Knight: he is a courtier with no particular household office (as, e.g., those of falconer, cook, etc.); such people were called Jack in English countries, and Carl in Scandinavia. The archetype of the Knight looks to me like either Saint Michael or Saint John the Baptist (Jack is a nickname for John, and the traditional windows at the apse of a church depict Jesus in the central window, with his mother and his cousin in the windows at either side).

        The Devil in the deck looks to me like the Joker: not a part of any suit, and in almost all games, never played except when one of the suits is defective.

        Given all these correspondences in the regular 52 card deck, how likely is it that the trumps of Tarot decks began their careers innocent of all such symbolizations? Not likely.

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  7. congratulations. I just found you and enjoy your thoughts and your site greatly. You know you are on the right track when they block you…it is a badge of honor. I doubt I will be much of a commenter because I sense I am among minds greater then my own but I will be reading and learning. I just want to say thanks for your efforts.

    • Thanks, Robert; and, you are most welcome. I do hope you bless us with your comments, and especially your questions: answering them helps us all think.

      Don’t sell yourself short. They called Aquinas the Dumb Ox, after all.

  8. I tried to share your essay about pederasty in the Classical World and came up with that problem. Naively i assumed it was due to the theme(how stupid. Is there any perversion that the FB crowd doesn’t endorse?)
    Get off Facebook. Their antics from last week should be a warning for what is coming and it is way overrated. Join VKontakte, Telegram or others.

  9. I am happy for the Orthosphere to have made enemies with the right kind of people. Cynically, it is hard for me to acknowledge this as a badge of honor: Saying the Freemasons won’t allow RCIA flyers to be put on their community board doesn’t necessarily mean that RCIA is succeeding, just that the people we always thought were opposed are, in fact, opposed. This doesn’t diminish the fact that RCIA is objectively good work, likewise the Orthosphere is doing objectively good work, and finding a way to duplicate the website is good too. But nothing has changed, exactly.
    You might remember that Parler got completely de-webbed not long ago. To my mind, the internet is not the domain of the Orthosphere, but rather an outpost in mission territory. As long as the natives are benignly indifferent to our presence, we will persist, but if the natives turn hostile then there is nothing we can do. The best way to innoculate against that is to find other means of communication. Email, or even snail mail. The ideas will live forever, this website lives at the pleasure of others. Ideas are like genetics in that diversity allows them to compete and grow and flourish, but when cut off from outside inputs will homogenize and become stagnant. The internet is a convenient means to the end of allowing the Orthosphere to share ideas but if that is taken away then other means of communication will help prevent the idea equivalent of island dwarfism.
    All this being said, I am particularly jaded regarding the world outside my immediate reach so please don’t take this comment as anything other than a drop of caution in the cup of celebratory wine. The Orthosphere is truly doing God’s work and may it continue as long as God so wills: not a second less or a moment longer.
    God bless you all!

  10. If we get kicked off of WordPress, wouldn’t we be soon kicked off of any other host we went to? It would make sense for all these guys to have a shared blacklist. Unless the idea is to change our blog name and personal aliases and then repeat the process every time these get blacklisted. I suppose that could work for a while.

    Could we maintain our readership? We could email trusted commenters about the new location. If that’s all we can do, we should ask ourselves if it would be better to convert the Orthosphere into some kind of private forum. Do we just want to share thoughts and discuss with each other, or are we trying to make new converts? The latter will become difficult much more quickly than the former.

    I suppose we could contact the aggregator sites after we move and rename, since this is the source of some of our traffic. Between the regulars whom we would email and visitors from neornx.com and synlogos.org, we might recapture most of our readers.

    There’s also the question of effort and time given the expected payoff. Honestly, when they take down Throne and Altar, I think I’ll just let that be the end of it, since it’s pretty much dead anyway. I no longer have the time or–more importantly–the energy and enthusiasm that I once had.

    • I keep my site on an American provider with a robust commitment to free speech, however leftist they are. I’ve thought about switching over the last year, given some of their generally issued notices, but I haven’t settled on an alternative. There are dozens of providers around the world that offer safe haven to dissidents from the left — some in surprising places like Sweden and the Netherlands. Panamanian providers also have a reputation for good service, though the USG’s influence there is significant. Iceland, Romania, and some Indochinese environs have hosting services welcoming to sites such as this.

    • I’m also curious. It would be nice to know exactly what we’ve written that they regard as “misleading”. Don’t they want us to know, at least approximately, what are the things that it is forbidden to say?

      • On the pederasty thread, NLR wrote (July 7, 2021):

        “I get the impression that this behavior was less prevalent in earlier times in Greece and not as prevalent in places other than Athens. . . . ”

        The keen-eyed minions of the Mighty Zuck can read between the lines of our far right zealotry. What NLR really meant was “democracy is for fags.”

        Banned!

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