Saturday, 21 May 2016

Dr. James Sears Speaking in Toronto .. May 19th 2016

Paul Fromm's The Alternative Forum and The Canadian Association for Free Expression presented the controversial Dr. James Sears as its featured speaker on May 19th 2016. Dr. Sears is a medical Doctor, Canada's top medical fraud and malpractice investigator, the leader of the New Constitution Party of Canada and is the editor of the Your Ward News publication.
Your Ward News

 
His publication is delivered to 300,000 homes by Canada Post, mainly in the Beaches area of Toronto. A few Canada Post workers complained about having to deliver the newspaper, as it conflicted with their personal belief systems.
Canada Post Workers upset over having to deliver controversial newspaper (Global News)
When that didn't stop distribution, perpetual Human Rights complainer Richard Warman has once again complained, he must be the most sensitive man in the world! This time filing a Human rights complaint against Canada Post for delivering what he perceives to be Hate propaganda.
By Delivering Toronto Newspaper Canada Post is "Distributing Hate Propaganda" (National Post)
Dr. Sears holds the distinguished title of being subjected to the most Hate crime investigations of any person in Toronto.

Sears spoke of being subjugated to "Hate crime" investigations/complaints after the distribution of  most of his Your Ward News newspaper editions. Its stunning that people think that if a written or spoken point of view offends their sensibilities that they can go crying to the police and have the "offender" arrested! Thankfully the Police have rejected the notion that any "Hate crime" has taken place. That is why the Marxists have now turned to the Human Rights Commission. The CHRC seems to be able to prosecute people based on hurt feelings. Despite all the attempts to silence Dr. Sears, he still publishes his Newspaper and voices his opinion, his life has not been affected negatively by the Marxists and their 1984 Orwellian like agenda. This was the crux of his speech, don't be afraid to speak out against the Marxist/Zionist agenda, confront them anywhere and everywhere, from staged political events to random interjections against anti-White sentiment overheard in Coffee houses.

Dr. Sears attracts a wide spectrum of people to his unique approach for the survival of the White Race, this includes other races! Sears believes that the general population of Europe and North America have been brain polluted into buying into Zionist lies of history, the rest of the world has not. Hitler is not viewed as a villain by the rest of the world, but just another politician one example brought up was The Hitler's Cross cafĂ©' in India. Sears also preaches for Christianity as a saviour for the White race. An older German gentlemen in the audience questioned Christianity's willingness to defend itself vs that of Muslim and Jews. Sears addressed the submissive/suicidal Christian passage of " Turn the other cheek" and defended it as giving one a chance to do the "right thing" or then will face retaliatory actions, citing the Crusades as Christians who once stood up for themselves.

As a Creator, I of course do not endorse his belief that Christianity can be the saviour for the White race or that non Whites can be of assistance to the survival of our race. That being said, he presented several good ideas that as a Creator, I can accept. Dr. Sears is one of the better speakers I have listened to and I encourage White racial loyalists to attend his speaking engagements, check out his videos and visit his Your Ward News site.

For Natures Finest
Brother Smith











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Obscene Vandalism of YOUR WARD NEWS Office: The Diversity Red Guards in Action
See attached pic for a laugh. Some Marxist spray-painted that image on our office facade last night, most likely in response to me announcing that I've formed a "Hitler Fan Club". The windows were already all replaced by plywood because of bricks thrown through them by SJW's.
And, we get graffiti about once a month. But this most recent creation shows some artistic merit. The attention to detail is quite impressive: the scrotum has hair and the ejaculate is almost li...ke tears falling ... perhaps representing the melancholy a Marxist experiences when he realizes that his efforts to shut us down are futile? I was going to leave the graffiti up and just get a banner that reads "MEIN KOCK Nazi Gay Club", but the city will fine us if we do not remove it.
Enjoy!
EXPEL THE PARASITE!
Dr. James Sears
Founder and Leader
New Constitution Party of Canada
 








Sunday, 15 May 2016

A Report from Today's Egypt ,,, By Ben Klassen (1984)

 
 
 



 
 

 


(This is the second and concluding installment of the author's observations on Egypt. Whereas the previous article delved into the ancient religions and history of Egypt, this report focuses more particularity on Egypt as it is today, and the disastrous consequences of a bad religion combined with the geographical mixing of races.)

It all started to gel when my wife and I attended a Symposium for Unconventional Power in Atlanta, Georgia, last September. A professor from the University of Florida who specialized in agricultural sciences announced he was organizing a tour group to Egypt next January. Since we had been talking about "someday" we would visit that ancient wonderland, we decided — why not this winter? We told the professor we were interested in joining his group and would he please send us his literature.

By the time we received his literature six weeks later, we had already decided

(a) we would go anyway,

(b) his trip was too agriculturally oriented and

(c) we would do better with a professional travel company.

We got new passports, visas to Egypt and signed up on an eleven day tour with the Hemphill-Harris travel agency. The starting date was February 11.

We flew out of Atlanta at 5:20 P.M. on KLM Airlines to Amsterdam. After a short layover at Amsterdam and a 30 minute stop at Athens we arrived at the Cairo Airport at 7:30 P.M. the next day. Arrangements had been made that our tour guide whose name was Tom, was to meet us at the airport, but when we arrived that night at a very foreign airport, no Hemphill-Harris tour guide was to be seen anywhere, and we soon learned some of the down-to-earth realities of the Egyptian existence.

The airport was shabby, dirty and overcrowded with people. It was pandemonium on the loose. By the time we got through immigration and customs and started looking for the guide who wasn't there, it was getting on into the night, and here we were stranded in a foreign airport where only the most basic of English was spoken by anybody. I tried to phone the Ramses Hilton Hotel, but no public booths were available. A crowd of helpers were on hand at every turn, looking for a tip (called baksheesh) for anything. A pleasant young fellow finally found a telephone at some business window that we could call from for a little baksheesh. After a dozen attempts and half an hour later, we got through to the
receptionist at the hotel desk, who informed us, yes, we had a reservation, and where were we? I tried to get in contact with the Hemphill-Harris tour guide, Tom, but to no avail. Communications were so bad I decided we would do better to just take a taxi on our own and get to the hotel.

After several more helpers and more baksheesh, we got loaded into a taxi and were off. Now that we understood how the telephone system worked (?) we were in for another experience. When I say we were off, I mean we were off like a bat out of hell trying to race
against the international date line. Leaning heavily on the horn, as did everyone else, this fellow simply defied all the laws of probability and wove in and out of traffic like a professional hockey player. Somehow we got to the hotel unscathed. How, I'll never know.

After settling in our room I accosted the tour guide at the hotel, who by now was in his P.J.'s and ready to retire for the night. When I asked Tom why he had left us stranded at the airport, he innocently replied that he had no information about our time of arrival and that he understood we were arriving on our own. When I showed him the printed slip with his name on it saying that he would meet us upon arrival, he feigned surprise. Whether it was real or a copout I have never found out. Anyway, we were there. We had a plush room at one of Cairo's finest, the Ramses Hilton, and were ready to retire, not argue.

Whereas in the article, "Lessons from Egypt", I have set down many observations and conclusions from a religions and historical point of view, in this "travelogue" I want to describe more of the modern Egypt and what we actually saw of the ancient ruins, a most impressive experience.

Despite the grueling start at the airport, the rest of the trip was a most delightful and exciting adventure. Next morning, after having a sumptuous  breakfast served in our room, we were off and running with the rest of the tour group. The group proved to be relatively small (about 18), as tour groups go, all seasoned travelers, and one of the most cordial and congenial groups we had ever had the pleasure of traveling with. We were on our way to Sakkara to see Egypt's oldest pyramid, the Step Pyramid of King Zoser. This trip, about 20 miles out of Cairo, took us out past the colossal statue of Ramses II, where I learned about "cartouches" and also about Ramses II's colossal ego, as described in the article last month. It was also my first impression of the countryside and the primitive existence of the native Egyptians.

Cairo is one of the world's largest cities, having a burgeoning population of twelve million, crowded into facilities that were meant to accommodate no more than three million. Everything is cramped, crowded, ramshackle and inadequate. The traffic is disorganized and jammed, the horn being the principal guiding light, if any. The streets are narrow and jammed with people. The water system is not potable, and you are cautioned to drink only bottled drinks. The electricity goes off often. The telephone system is barely hanging together, as we found out when we arrived at the airport.

However, the people are congenial and easy going, never in a hurry. They are not hostile to Americans, although they may have more cause to be so than many others that are. Whereas the Mexicans, a similar drowsy race, have their "manana", the Egyptians top that with their own word, "maleeah", which roughly means - "ifs alright, don't worry about it." In fact, the only two Egyptian words I learned were "baksheesh" — everybody had their hand out — and "maleesh," already described.

Nevertheless, Cairo is an extremely interesting city, having a wide mixture of several cultures of which three predominate, the Ancient Egyptian with their pyramids and all, the thousand year Moslem culture with their beautiful mosques and minarets, and the modern "Western" influence of skyscraper hotels, built of course by the White Man, mostly with American money.

But to get back to the countryside, on our way to Sakkara. Once out of the city itself, a traveler is impressed with the profuse green fields, irrigated by the waters of the Nile.
 


It can truly be said that the Nile is Egypt and without the Nile, Egypt would be nothing. The Nile has also been called the longest oasis in the world, and an oasis it is. This oasis, varying in width from approximately a mile to ten miles, has very clear lines of demarcation. Once outside of the irrigated waters of the Nile, the land is as bleak and barren as any desert in the world — nothing but miles of sand and rocks without a blade of grass in sight.

As we rolled along in the bus on a narrow two lane road to Sakkara, we could see the native houses of the fellaheen, visible on both sides of the road. They are built of mud bricks, palm fronds and other crude materials. They are extremely primitive and must be hotter than an oven in the summertime when temperatures run at 110° and more. Also visible along the road were many goats, donkeys, camels and water buffalo. It was the water buffalo which were the main beasts of burden often pulling a primitive plow.

Once we got to Sakkara, I viewed the landscape. It was located outside of the green oasis and was as bleak and desert-strewn as any barren landscape on earth. But the Step Pyramid was huge, and it was impressive, being the oldest large pyramid ever built. Also, extremely impressive were the ruins of the walls of a huge temple that had existed there in ancient times. It is hard to conceive the millions of hours of hand labor that must have gone into the building of such a huge enclosure that took in several acres, and which temple now is merely a dim outline of its former glory.

Sakkara, the city of the dead, was supposed to be the home of the god Sakr (hawk). He was the god of the necropolis in the netherworld. This necropolis contains more than 14 pyramids of which the Step Pyramid is by far the largest, and was thought by some to represent a staircase to heaven. This is probably where the Jews got their idea of a Jacob's ladder. Remember the Egyptians had it first!

It was here at the Step Pyramid which dates back 5,000 years that we went down into our first underground tomb. The tomb, believed to be that of Sekhemkhet, is not in the pyramid itself, but entered through funeral chambers from the ruins of the nearby temple. It is here that we climbed down slanting board walks, stooped down through long, low passageways and were introduced to the multifarious and colorful hieroglyphics that decorated every square foot of the chamber walls. It does give one an eerie feeling to stand in a funeral chamber of a pharaoh who died 5,000 years ago. Getting back into the sunlight again onto the huge grounds of the now ruined temple, we saw two cute native children riding up from the desert. Each on a donkey, the boy and the girl wore bright red, white and blue robes. Their timing was such as to have their picture taken by the tour group, and for baksheesh, of course. We were happy to oblige them.

Looking around, there were archeological diggings going on everywhere. Further out, the landscape looked like a moonscape, dry, barren and endless sand. Every so often, the ruins of another, but much smaller pyramid would poke its head above the barren sand. Using my imagination, I could only speculate as to the life and activity that ensued here so many thousands of years ago.

Having viewed the oldest phase of Egyptian history first, we drove back to Gizeh, about 15 miles distance, to now view the largest and most famous of all the pyramids. On our way we stopped at The Carvory Restaurant, just off Pyramids Road. Here we had our first sampling of Egyptian cuisine, European style. It was a sumptuous buffet lunch, with a wide variety of meats, fruits, salads, cheeses and desserts to choose from. Not recommended for anyone on a diet. Then on to Cheops and the Great Pyramids, one of the most famous places in the world. (At the Sound and Light show that evening, they claimed it was THE most famous.) The impression the pyramids made on me was not disappointing.

It lived up to my every expectation. Cheops, the largest of the three, is indeed massive. Its original height was 481 feet, and the base covers 13 acres. There are several long empty corridors inside the pyramid. Going down these corridors to the tomb chamber was one of the options of the tour. After talking to someone who had done so, and said he would not do it again for a million dollars, and after climbing up and down the low corridors on board walks at the Step Pyramid, I declined. Instead, I decided to walk around the perimeter of the pyramid by myself, a venture that took longer than expected, and kept an impatient tour group and bus driver waiting for my return.

The bus next took us to the world famous Sphinx, only a few minutes away. Here, too, were not only crowds of people, but again donkeys and camels. The owners of the camels were extremely persuasive hucksters, fervently imploring the naive and astonished tourists to take a camel ride, or at least have your picture taken astride the back of a camel. I was persuaded. After all, what is a trip to Egypt without having a picture of yourself sitting on the back of a camel? I gave the driver an Egyptian pound and he helped me climb on the back of a reclining camel. With a little prodding from the owner, the beast snorted and bellowed loudly and rose to its full height. My wife then took a picture as the beast and I posed, with the pyramids as a backdrop. On our way to the hotel, we stopped at a papyrus shop and
gallery and were instructed in the ancient and fascinating art of making papyrus from the Egyptian reed, an art as old as the pyramids themselves. On display was a large selection of colorful paintings of the Egyptian mystics on papyrus.

Our guide, Tom, explained that there were only very few things in Egypt that were worth purchasing, and he could recommend only three. They were papyrus paintings, Egyptian hand woven wool rugs with intricate native designs, and gold or silver cartouches. We had
already bought a wool rug on our way back from Sakkara in the forenoon, so we now added three colorful papyrus paintings, with hieroglyphics and all, to our collection. Then off through the crowded streets of Cairo to dinner at the Ramses Hilton after a very busy day.

But the day wasn't over yet. Tom, our guide, asked the group how many of us wanted to attend the Sound and Light program at the Pyramid* that evening, since this too, was part of our paid tour. Out of our group of 18 only my wife and I volunteered. Six of the group had arrived here in Egypt the day before from a Safari Tour in Nairobi, which Tom had also headed. The other ten were too tired. We were tired also, but we decided we wouldn't miss this show for the world. We skipped dinner and only had half an hour to change into warmer
clothes.

Since we were the only two of our group to go, we had a private limousine provided, with not only a chauffeur, but also a ticket agent that went along, bought our tickets, showed us where to go and waited outside until the show was over to guide us back to the limousine.

We were extremely glad we made the effort. We had seen the Sound and Light show eleven years earlier at the Acropolis in Athens, and we had seen the Sound and Light show floating down a cruise boat on the Colorado River at Moab, Utah, illuminating the cliffs, but this show at the Pyramids was by far the most awe-inspiring. Through the sound system the narrator started the show with a solemn and majestic "You have come tonight to the most fabulous and celebrated place in the world. Here on the plateau of Giza, stands forever the mightiest of human achievements." Impressive? We were impressed.
The lights then flashed on each of the three pyramids in turn, then on all of them. Then different voices, — the Sphinx, priests, pharaohs, etc. — spoke up from different locations in sonorous, cultivated voices as if speaking from their tombs. The whole show was well scripted and well orchestrated, narrated by well known actors.

A booklet describing the production claimed that the study in putting this program together lasted six months, and carrying out the project took a year. It took more than 18 miles of wiring and cables to connect all the sound systems and lighting arrangements scattered over a considerable area. We took with us a set of LP recordings of the whole program so we could again listen to it back home. The program is in English 5 nights, and in French two nights a week. Tuesday, February 14. Next morning we were out of the hotel by 7:00 A.M. and off to the airport to fly south to Aswan 534 miles upstream from Cairo. It was to be a long, hectic morning that lasted through most of the day, in fact.

This same airport which we had left late at night only 36 hours earlier in a cloud of dust and hen feathers, was still the same mass of confusion as upon our arrival. Whereas we had arrived on (the Dutch) K L M before, we were now taking an Egyptian airline to Aswan, and one peculiarity about Egyptian airlines is that you don't get seating arrangements. It's every man for himself and the competition is fierce. Not only are you not sure of your seat, but you can't even depend on getting on a given plane. It is something like standby, in competition with a herd of buffalo.

The procedure was something like this: There was a plane leaving for Aswan about every 20 minutes. Our group, with our fearless leader Tom in charge, was squeezed into a large waiting room into the midst of a large crowd that was funneling its way into the next waiting
room with a guard allowing a certain number of people through the portals to another waiting room. After much push and shove our group finally arrived at the door of the next waiting room where we were fortunate enough to see the planes from Aswan coming and going through a door that we would eventually pass through. After about an hour of push and shove In the second waiting room we all finally made it through the last bottleneck and dashed across the field to our plane. Off to Aswan. We arrived a little over an hour later.

Aswan, as you know, is famous for the mighty High Dam which the Russians built and completed in 1965. The town of Aswan itself sits 7 miles downstream from the High Dam. Before the building of the High Dam, Aswan had a population of 50,000. Today its
population has swollen to 500,000 and by the looks of the average fellaheen, the 500,000 individually are as poor and destitute as were the 50,000 twenty years ago. There is no accommodating a geometric population growth. The more resources that are poured into the mud races, the faster the population explosion, but economically they always sink down to their original subsistence level.

It was here at Aswan that I first noticed that whereas the native population of Cairo was a dark mud color, here in southern Egypt they were black as the ace of spades. They are identified as Nubians, having the kinky hair of a genuine nigger.

Be that as it may, as we drove from the airport to our hotel, we crossed over the Nile on the Lower Dam, a dam the British had built back in 1910 or thereabouts, an item that was news to me. This lower dam sits about four miles downstream from the High Dam and about 3
miles upstream from the town of Aswan itself.

When our bus arrived at Aswan we disembarked on the east shore of the Nile and immediately transferred ourselves and our belongings onto a motor ferry. This took us to Elephantine Island which sits in the Middle of the Nile and on the tip of which our hotel, the Aswan Oberol, is located.

Here we encountered a bizarre situation. This lovely old hotel, the finest in Aswan, did not have our rooms ready. With all the baggage of our party of 18 stacked in the bar, we explored the lovely grounds of the hotel for about an hour and a half, then leaving our baggage behind, we again embarked on a tender, back to shore, back on the bus and back to the Aswan airport to fly to Abu Simbel, 168 miles to the south.

I said earlier that it was a hectic morning, what with the embarkation at the Cairo airport. Well, things got rougher and more drastic at our next embarkation into the air. Whereas the airport at Aswan was much smaller, of course, it made no concessions to Cairo whatsoever
when it came to crowding, waiting and confusion. Our fearless leader advised us that this might be as good a place as any to eat our box lunches which we had brought with us from the hotel. This was no easy accomplishment, what with the smell, the crowding and the
pandemonium. Some of us ate most of our lunch, and some did not. Some of us gave most of it to the native fellaheen who were scrounging for leftovers in an overfilled garbage can in the waiting room.

Anyway, after much of the same push and shove procedure we had encountered in Cairo, only more of it, after about 2 hours (at least) we were finally up in the air and off to Abu Simbel where sits one of the wonders of the world. The TEMPLE OF ABU SIMBEL. There is a slogan in traveling that says something to the effect that getting there is half the fun. Well, this was hardly the case this Tuesday of February 14th. But when we got to Abu Simbel it was well worth it. This Temple, which was built by that powerful ego Ramses II for the glorification of Ramses II, was something to behold. Carved into solid sandstone on the west bank of the Nile some 3,300 years ago, it was and still is, a marvel to behold. I have more fully described its face and interior in last month's essay and will therefore not repeat it.

What I did not mention is that nearby the Great Temple stands The TEMPLE OF HATHOR, also carved out of solid rock. This temple was also built by Ramses II for his wife Nefertari and dedicated to the goddess Hathor. Outside the temple on the face of the cliff are six
large statues, four of the omniscient Ramses II and two of his wife, as well as smaller ones of their children. Inside, the Hypostyle Hall has a roof supported by six pillars topped with the head and face of the goddess Hathor.

Egypt can lay claim to roughly three major architectural and engineering marvels in three different eras of history. The first broad grouping is that of Ancient Egypt and the building of the pyramids, temples and other architectural wonders. This spans a period of several thousand years. The second marvel was the building of the Suez Canal by deLesseps in the 1880's. The third, though of lesser accomplishment, was the High Dam at Aswan built by the Russians in the 1960's, and has been highly trumpeted throughout the world.
However, I would like to add a fourth marvel that we witnessed at Abu Simbel that was a direct consequence of building the High Dam. That engineering marvel is the slicing of the Abu Simbel Temples, both the Ramses and the Hathor Temple, piece by piece and moving it to the top of the cliff, and re-assembling it in a condition that would almost defy detection from its original condition. We also got a good look at how this was done by American engineers and to the tune of American (taxpayer) money, 75 million dollars worth. A huge concrete half dome was built at the top of the cliff into which the two temples were then moved, piece by numbered piece. The face of the dome was then reconstructed to
resemble the natural face of the cliff, except where the faces of the two temples were exposed. The roof of the dome was then also covered with desert rocks and sand, blending it in perfectly with the rest of the rocky cliffs. Unless you walked into the dome through an obscure door to view the interior's full size, its scaffolding and its machinery, you would never suspect that both temples had not stood on that same ground for the last 3,300 years.

We had ideal weather to view the temple and also the landscape as we flew back to Aswan, 168 miles to the north. We got a fine view of Lake Nasser, (backed up by the High dam) and the bleak, barren desert that surrounded it on all sides; nothing but rocks and sand with ridges of low mountains interlacing the landscape.

Back at Aswan into the bus, across the Low Dam, into the tender, back to the Aswan Oberoi Hotel on Elephantine Island, we discovered that our rooms were now ready. After a sumptuous dinner we were now also ready for our rooms after a long, hectic, interesting and tiring day. Wednesday February 15th. Our stay at the Oberoi was short — only one night. First thing Wednesday morning we transferred ourselves and our gear to one of the Sheraton cruise boats, which was to be our hotel for the next five days. Sheraton had several such specially designed behemoths to cruise the Nile, and ours was called the ATON, named after the monotheistic Pharaoh Ikhnaton's one and only sun god. Having settled in, we were on the go again right after lunch. Our guide had chartered a felucca for the afternoon, navigated by a native fellaheen. A felucca is an ancient Egyptian sailboat with a gaff-headed sail, and they have been sailing the Nile without a change in design for thousands of years.

After a hectic trip to Abu Simbel the day before, this proved to be a most enjoyable and relaxing afternoon. We went to Kitchener's Island and saw the beautiful gardens there that were a legacy of the British stamp on Egypt, which by the way, is considerable. We then embarked the felucca again and sailed to the opposite shore of the Nile to visit the Mauwlenn of the Aga Khan. It is a beautiful Mausoleum, built by his wife and his son, sitting on a high hill overlooking the Nile. The dozens and dozens of feluccas looked like lovely white seagulls on the deep blue water below. In order to help make the climb up the hill to the Mausoleum, there were a number of those persuasive camel drivers again to meet us and greet us. My wife and I rented a camel and climbed aboard. Away we went up the steep hill with the driver leading the snorting and bellowing beast, with us hanging on to a precarious saddle that threatened to slip forward had we not been going up hill. After seeing the mausoleum we opted to walk back down the hill.

Back into the felucca, and with lovely calm weather, we drifted easily to the dock of the Old Cataract Hotel (circa 1880's). We had tea and crumpets on the large veranda of this stately old hotel, which sits on a high hill overlooking the Nile. We had a commanding view of the cataracts, which are studded with tremendous smooth black boulders. After another delightful ride on the felucca we were back on the ATON.

We had dinner with a cocktail party that night. For entertainment we were favored with a program that featured an Egyptian belly dancer and four piece band that had its electric amplifier turned up very very loud. Thursday, February 16th. Still at Aswan in the morning, we took a tour to the Aswan High Dam about 7 miles upstream. After seeing Hoover Dam, and some of the other gigantic concrete dams in the United States, the Russian built dam was a huge disappointment. It was a broad, long. ragged earth fill, 364 feet high and two miles long at the top. It created 300 mile long Lake Nasser, backing up to where it expands past the Egyptian border into the Sudan. Its waters have expanded Egypt's cultivation by a third — an additional two million acres.

More impressive than the dam itself was the huge modernistic concrete monument the Russians built to commemorate the completion of the dam. On the way back we stopped at a riverside dock and took a tender to an island located between the old and the new dam, on which stands the magnificent Temple of Philae. The oldest part dates back only to the 4th century B.C. and the remainder was built during the Ptolemaic and Roman periods. It was magnificent and it was huge, and strangely enough, it too had been dismantled piece by piece from below the present water line and re-assembled to its present site on the small rocky island of Philae. This was done through the efforts and generosity of the Germans.

Before getting back to our cruise ship for lunch, we stopped at the granite quarries where we viewed (and walked on) a huge obelisk still in situ. It was 125 feet long and estimated to weigh 1,170 tons. It had been cut and shaped lying on its side with the bottom side still firmly anchored in its granite bed.

After lunch we set sail in the ATON to cruise down the Nile to Kom Ombo, where we stopped to view the temple of the same name. This temple, situated on a hill overlooking the Nile at a point where the river makes a bend is dedicated to the gods Harwar, a hawk-headed god, and Sobek, represented with the head of a crocodile. It seems that any idiotic caricature would serve as a god as well as any other in the minds of the gullible and superstitious ancients.

The fine reliefs throughout the temple were most impressive. We were there only 30 minutes, then back to the ATON, and continued cruising down the Nile. This cruise was a relaxing and most welcome relief from the hectic pace we had been through. Not only relaxing, but most enjoyable. We sailed on well into the night and tied up at EDFU.

Friday, February 17th. In the morning we went ashore and boarded fancy horse drawn carriages, four people to a buggy. We drove a mile or so through the relatively large town of Edfu to the Temple of Horus. As we drove through the streets, there were donkeys, dogs, water buffalos, camels, children and grownups in large numbers.
 



Small stores, or more like bazaar type booths, lined the streets. Vendors were all over the place. Children ran alongside our carriages, but they were well behaved. Whereas in Haiti or Mexico in a similar situation a tourist is usually besieged with beggars, especially little
children, this was not the case here. In fact, the few that did ask for a handout were quickly admonished by either their mothers or other children not to do so.

Arriving at the Temple of Horus we were presented with another huge and impressive temple begun in 237 B.C. by Ptolomaeus III. The front facade is massive and stands 117 feet high. At the entrance stands a sacred falcon colossus, carved out of granite.

Back to the ATON and on to Esna which is located only 30 miles south of Luxor. Here we disembarked again and went ashore. It is fitting here to note how our cruise ship was specially designed for these Nile cruises. Some of these landing places have only the faintest semblance of a dock, others have none. So how does a large 4 deck cruiser accommodating 84 passengers manage to dock at such places as Esna where there is nothing but a sloping, rock studded embankment to dock at? Well, they thought of that item, too.

The ship can push itself sideways by having water jets emitted below the water line, fore and aft. It also has large wooden booms, like telephone poles it can push out sideways, also fore and aft. As it sidles up alongside the bank. these booms are protruding on its side, sticking into the embankment and protecting the ship itself. The lines are then tied to convenient cleats on shore and there she sits. A wide gangplank is then lowered connecting the ship to the shore and the passengers are all set to disembark or board.

Another neat little feature about these ships is that the sides are flat and parallel and the ship is just the right width to fit through the several locks that impede its passage between Aswan and Cairo. We disembarked at Eana and walked to the Temple of Khnum (the ram
god). As I said before, any caricature will do for a god. Anyway, the temple was lovely and massive. It represented the Ptolemaic period of Egyptian history, although part of it was constructed much earlier by Thutmose III (1,500 B.C.).

The interesting feature about this temple is that it lies about 28 feet below the present level of the town. It sits in an excavated bowl and its foundation represents the level of the land at the time it was built. Archaeologists say there is much more to this complex, but since it is
covered by 28 feet of top soil, and the town is built on it, no more excavations are contemplated.

We sailed on and arrived at the great city of Luxor that night. This city, which contains the most magnificent and greatest collection of all ancient Egyptian ruins, was the site of the ancient city of Thebes, the capital of Egypt at the height of its glory during the Middle and New Kingdoms.

Since we arrived at Luxor in the early evening, my wife and I took a walk down the street along the river bank to see a certain hotel. We had read much about a grand hotel built in Luxor during the 1880's that had been the haunt of royalty and the elite, namely the
Winter Palace Hotel. Seeing it now, a hundred years after its founding, it was still charming and stately, but definitely did not live up to its billings.

Saturday, February 18th. The weather was clear and beautiful. We got an early start and crossed the Nile in a crude motor launch to the west bank. A bus then took us to the Valley of the Kings, where we saw the tomb of Ramses VI, to the tomb of Tutankhamen and the
tomb of Haremheb (19th Dynasty, 14th century B.C.).

Since I have already described these tombs and all the loot once buried there, in last month's article about "Lessons from Egypt", I will not repeat it here. All I can reiterate is — what a shameful waste! That same morning we also visited the beautiful Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, which I have also described in last month's essay. On our way back we stopped to take pictures of the two Colossi of Memnon, huge statues of solid stone.

By the time we arrived back for lunch at the ATON, it was the middle of the afternoon, during which we were able to take a well deserved rest. That night, we were to enjoy another Sound and Light Program, this time at Karnak. It was considerably different from the
one Monday night at the pyramids. Whereas at the pyramids we sat in our chairs and stayed put during the whole program, at Karnak we assembled as a huge standing mob at the entrance in front of the Avenue of the Ram-headed Sphinx. (They are reclining and lined up on each side, a total of 40. Originally, when this avenue extended all the way to Luxor Temple, there were a total of 124 of these magnificent statues.)

The sound system then begins the show by giving us a dramatic script of the sacred solemnity of the place and occasion, then tells us to move on to the next area in this huge temple complex. As we moved in the darkness from one area to another to the accompaniment of dialogue and music, after about half an hour we reached an elevated grandstand. This was temporarily semi-lighted until the people were seated, then the show went on. The grandstand provided an overall view of the layout of the whole complex, including the Sacred Lake, which reflected the huge monuments as the lights played on one, then another.

It, too, was impressive, but the Sound and Light program at the Pyramids was still the finest.
Sunday, February 19th. Another clear beautiful day. In the morning we visited the Temple of Karnak by horse carriage to see the great Temple of Amon-Ra at Karnak, where we had viewed the program of Sound and Light the evening before. Then on to the Temple
of Luxor in the heart of the city. These two great temples, the Luxor Temple and the Temple of Karnak, are about three miles apart. In ancient times when Thebes was at its height, these two were one continuous complex connected by the impressive Avenue of Sphinxes. Less than a century ago the Temple of Luxor was covered under a hill of rubble and hovels. That afternoon we flew back to Cain* and the Ramses Hilton Hotel.

Monday, February 20th. There are over 500 mosques in Cairo. In the morning we visited three of the most famous Mohammedan mosques. The first one was the Mosque of Ahmed lbn Tulun where King Farouk and some of his forebearers are buried. The whole
complex was beautiful indeed, displaying the best in ancient Moslem architecture. Everywhere you looked it was very ornate.
 



Lacy grillwork, Islamic inscriptions, gold plating, jewel encrusted decorations everywhere.
The second mosque was in The Citadel, a large military enclosure erected by Saladin during the Third Crusade. Soldiers and guards were everywhere, as they were at all government buildings in Cairo since the 1973 war. Located in the Citadel also is the Muhammad Ali Mosque, which we visited. Buried here is the Shah of Iran, whose tomb we also viewed although the Shah's family has discouraged public viewing of his grave.

We then visited the Khan el Khalili Bazaar, an interesting experience. Although not as large as the one we had visited at Istanbul eleven years ago, it is of considerable higher quality. In the afternoon, we visited the Cairo Museum, and viewed with special interest the 3,500 pieces of rich artifacts from the tomb of Tutankhamen. Since I have already covered these in last month's article, I will not repeat the description of this most amazing collection.

Except for formalities, goodbyes, airports and travel back home, that completes this exotic journey into the Land of the Ancient Pharaohs   

Conclusion: In last month's observations I summed up the impact of the astounding Egyptian culture and civilization on its own people and the world at large. Because Egypt's achievements in the cultural, religious and architectural areas were so unique and spectacular, I chose to describe those architectural and archaeological wonders in this, the second installment, because to have done so in reverse order would have been anticlimactic. There are a few other observations about modern Egypt that I need to add, however.

One is about their money. The Egyptian unit of money is the Egyptian pound, (designated as L.E.) divided into 100 piasters. An official travel book put out by FODOR'S in 1984 stated that anyone staying over 48 hours must exchange at least $150 U.S. at the airport. This,
I found to be incorrect. However, since we were stranded and on our own at the airport, I figured that we would have to have taxis, baksheesh and various other sundries to contend with, so I immediately exchanged $100 U.S. at one of the many official exchange windows, for which I received L.E. 81. Whereas the official rate of exchange is somewhere around I L.E. to $1.22 U.S., actually the Egyptians themselves have little or no faith in their own money, and most of the shops, vendors, etc., would gladly take American dollars on a one for one basis for their merchandise. Furthermore, if you have any Egyptian money left over when ready to leave the country, you might as well spend it on anything, or give it away, because you cannot reconvert it back to U.S. dollars. Nobody wants it. The Egyptians have absolutely no faith in their own money, and for good reason.

The fact is, the Egyptian economy is rotten, weak and tottering, without any solid economic base. It will collapse as soon as American subsidies (carried on the shoulders of American taxpayers) are withdrawn. The second observation is about the Nile and present day Egyptian agriculture. The Aswan High Dam has been highly touted as a modern engineering wonder, and the benefits Egypt will derive there from are presumably manifold, such as 2 million more acres under cultivation, billions of kilowatts of electric power, etc. Yet, it is my conclusion that the dam will prove to be a disaster, in several ways.

For thousands of years the Nile flooded its banks and deposited its rich mineral-laden silt on the farm lands. This kept the land watered and fertile forever, its fertility being renewed each year. Now, with 300 mile long Lake Nasser and structural and controlled irrigation, the following disasterous consequences are developing:

1. Much of the water evaporates in the formerly dry desert climate of Upper Egypt. The water coming down the Nile now has a higher saline content (as does our own Colorado River by the time it reaches the Imperial Valley of California).

2. Through controlled irrigation, rather than the former flooding, the salt content builds up in the soil over a period of years and will poison the formerly eternally fertile oasis.

3. The mineral-rich silt will no longer be deposited on the soil, but will eventually fill Lake Nasser with mud.

4. The climate has been changed into one much more humid, which will hasten the destruction of her many marvelous historical monuments, as too, of course, will the acrid fumes of modern industry.

5. The farmers there too, have been snookered into using large quantities of chemical fertilizers, pesticides and herbicides, as have American farmers.

6. Between the controlled irrigation and the wide use of chemical fertilizers the eternally fertile Valley of the Nile is being poisoned into extinction
Briefly, I will recapitulate.

A. The great Egyptian race of Ancient Egypt was a unique breed of men and produced the first great White civilization (emphasis on the great). It died because they had a bad religion, one that was obsessed with life in a non-existent hereafter, obsessed with a world of non-existent spooks.

B. Long before Christianity raised its destructive Jewish head, the Egyptians had already invented every fictitious concept later used and copied by Judaism and Christianity. Some of these fictitious concepts were: the existence of a "soul" that supposedly lived forever; gods and spooks, both "good" and "evil"; polytheism, and also monotheism; a murky netherworld and a "hereafter"; rewards and punishments to be meted out in the hereafter; vast material sacrifices and monuments to their fictitious gods; baptism (ablution) and cleansing by water; the practice of circumcision as a religious rite; and a host of other spurious ideas that derailed the mind into an insane spooky world of make-believe.  
 

 
 
 
C. Had they paid more attention to preserving their wonderful genetic qualities, their gene pool, instead of fiddling around with spooks that weren't there, the history of not only Egypt, but of the world, would be a marvel to behold.

D. Had they had a racial religion such as CREATIVITY, that wonder would today be a reality.

E. Since they did not, they became mongrelized and degenerate. Their present population is one of the most pathetic on the face of the earth, embarked on a runaway population explosion to disaster, with the help of U.S. subsidization.

F. Let the history of Egypt be a serious object lesson not only to our own CREATIVITY movement, but to the White Race as a whole. Let us remember once and for all, the ULTIMATE HORROR is the MONGRELIZATION of the WHITE RACE, and that without a racial religion, the Ultimate Horror is now rapidly engulfing the world.

Because they, the Egyptians, pursued a course of careless dementia, they lost their most precious treasure — their genes.

Remember, also, just as you cannot reverse an omelet back into a perfect egg, so, too, is mongrelization forever an irreversible process.

Let us never forget that the DIVINE SEED of the once great Egyptian White Race was lost forever because it did not possess a racial religion such as CREATIVITY constitutes. Because they were instead obsessed with fictitious abstractions about gods, spirits and spooks, their precious genes were mongrelized into the shameful mess that is now their sorry plight.



Ben Klassen
Founder Church of the Creator


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 







 
 Article taken from Racial Loyalty #12
 May 11AC (1984)
 
 





 

Saturday, 7 May 2016

Lessons We Can Learn from Egypt as they Apply to the Present... By Ben Klassen


 
 
The history of Egypt is extremely rich and covers a time span longer than that of any other major White civilization. There is much, much we can learn from it if we will keep our eyes and ears open and somewhat sharpen our perceptivity. I have been a longtime student of the history of White civilizations and have set down some of my observations and conclusions about them in NATURE'S ETERNAL RELIGION twelve years ago.

Whereas in my travels I had previously visited most of the locales of the other White civilizations such as Rome, Greece and Constantinople, I had never been to Egypt. Understandably, because of its rich and extensive history, because of its wealth of archeological monuments and artifacts still well preserved, I have always been fascinated with Egypt, and some day wanted to see it for myself. Last fall my wife and I decided come February we were going to see Egypt. Since no one knows what the future holds and what with the world being blown to bits by the Jews, especially in the Middle East, we thought that such an opportunity might never come again, and the sooner the better.

Well, on February 11, we finally did it. We got packed and left for a relatively short but exciting 10 day tour of Egypt. I have related in more detail the itinerary and sites seen on the Egyptian tour in a continuing article to be published next month. In this dissertation I want to reanalyze the story that is Egypt and derive what lessons we can learn from that first great White civilization and its demise. When you take a guided tour these days you not only have your regular tour guide, but in order to create extra business most countries force the agency to have a second, a local guide as well. Egypt is one of those which require a second guide, since they too, are anxious to extract the last tourist dollar possible from its visitors. But before I describe the local guide, let me say a word about the regular guide.

His name was Tom. He was a handsome, well-built man, of Swiss nationality, and of German descent. As usual, he spoke a number of languages. He listed his home address as California, but actually domiciled in Spain. He was 51, single and as apolitical as you can get. He represented the perfect cosmopolitan, or should I say polyglot?

Our local guide was an Egyptian girl of 25, named Shareen. She was tall, had a good figure and a dark, muddy complexion. She pointed out that she was half Italian and had studied the guide business at the University of Cairo, that Italian was her first foreign language and English her second. I don't know how good her Italian was, but her English left much to be desired.

One of the first things she told us about Egypt that impressed me was that whereas the Egyptians spoke Arabic and it was their national language, there was a vast gulf of long standing between the Egyptians and the Arabs. She drew a sharp line of demarcation between themselves and the Arabs, pointing out that whereas the Egyptians had a long history of civilization and culture, the Arabs were nothing more than uncouth, uncivilized Bedouins off the desert, whom Mohammed had mobilized and polarized to become ruthless conquerors. She then lapsed into an interesting dissertation about Egypt's 4,000 year history of civilization before the Arabs came, about the multifaceted gods of Ancient Egypt, about the conquest of Alexander the Great, and then by the Romans; how Egypt was
proselytized by the new Christian faith and by the fourth century A.D. Alexandria was the world's foremost center of not only Christianity, but also of culture and learning; how the Arabs came along in the 8th century, overran Egypt and converted it to the Moslem faith by force of the sword.

There was one sinister and insidious change in the Egyptian evolvement that Shareen seemed to ignore, and that was the racial disintegration of the once proud, intelligent White Egyptians. As any student of Egyptian history knows, when the Egyptians first built their mighty empire and illustrious civilization beginning some 6,300 years ago, they were a unique species, a most outstanding race of gifted White people. Further up the Nile and to the south of them were the Nubians, black as the ace of spades. As the Egyptians expanded their empire, it was inevitable that they would come into confrontation with the Nubians. This, of course, they did, and stupidly, like all other White civilizations since, looked upon these inferior black creatures as excellent material for slave labor. They not only enlisted them as workers, but also took them into the army. The result was predictable and as I have pointed out in both NATURE'S ETERNAL RELIGION and The WHITE MAN'S BIBLE, when there is a geographic mixing of the races, there is inevitably a mixing and contamination of the gene pool, and as time goes on, again inevitably, the bad genes outbreed and pull down the good genes. As a result, the average Egyptian today is a conglomerate mongrel, and a bad mongrel at that, on a level with that of the average run of Mestizo Mexican. But I will have more to say about that later.

As the bus rolled on and Shareen proceeded in telling her story of Egypt, my mind wandered off and I speculated about her own ancestry. I wondered what IDENTITY, if any, she herself could cling to, being a conglomerate composite of Ancient White Egyptian, black Nubian, Bedouin Arab, Early Roman and a proliferation of the slaves the Romans dragged into their Empire and through which they miserably dissipated their genes. On the cultural and the religious side she was an heir and a composite hodge-podge of Ancient Egyptian culture and religion (of which they are so proud, but of which no vestige remains in the present day Egyptians); of the Coptic (Christian) Egyptians who held sway for five hundred years and whose churches, temples and monasteries still remain in isolated pockets; and lastly, the Moslem creed to which she now professes adherence. But what is she really? She shares the same sad dilemma as do all mongrels, a botched-up, hodgepodge of race-mixing derelicts, whose ancestors wantonly and criminally flouted the laws of Nature. She is neither White, nor Nubian, nor Arab,nor Roman. Culturally and religiously too, her loyalties would be torn between the Ancient Egyptian gods, Coptic Christianity, Roman Catholicism
and the Moslem creed. What a shameful hodge-podge of a heritage has been slopped upon her by criminally irresponsible ancestors! How much Whiter and Brighter Egypt could have been today had the original creators of its civilization practiced the basic precepts of CREATIVITY!

If only they had had a racial religion!
 
 

The next statement made by Shareen that deeply impressed me was a political one. Whereas our German guide was completely apolitical, Shareen was not. She ventured the following opinion: "We have all been told that King Farouk was a wastrel and a scoundrel, and that Colonel Nasser was a hero who came to our rescue and gave us democracy and independence. Now, I may be thrown in jail for what I am about to say, but a lot of Egyptians think differently.  
 



The fact is that under Farouk Egypt had a population of 17 million people and most of them worked on the land in their primitive way as they had for generations. But Nasser changed all that by pursuing modernization and industrialization, by giving the people the vote, something they did not know what to do with. Egypt now has 47 million people. A large portion of these are crowded in Cairo and Alexandria, they are not better off, but are worse off, and with the subsidies of foreign aid we are receiving we have a runaway population explosion and the situation is rapidly getting worse."


Indeed it is. Cairo, which now has an explosive population of 12 million people, has facilities for a city of no more than 3 million. The streets are clogged with cars and people, the telephone system is a shambles, everything is patched together with chewing gum and haywire. One of the main reasons for the population explosion is US foreign aid. Egypt, next to Israel, gets the largest chunk of foreign aid from the U.S. of any country in the world.

Why is the U.S. so generous to Egypt? Well, mainly it is bribe money, to keep Egypt at peace with the miserable bandit state of Israel, all again at the expense of the American taxpayer. But it cannot go on. As Shareen pointed out —it is a one-way street to disaster. Egypt is increasing more than a million a year, and most of them are flocking into Cairo. Like Mexico City, It is a time bomb.

When we landed in Cairo, I took a good look at the people. They were darker than I had expected, being more or less the color of a mulatto In America. They are decrepit looking physical specimens, having all the worst characteristics of the mongrel. Yet, their Arab and some White characteristics are still discernable.

Then we flew south to Aswan and to Abu Simbel and finally embarked on a delightful and relaxing 4 day cruise down the Nile, from Aswan to Luxor. The big surprise to me was that whereas the natives at Cairo were a mud color, those at Aswan and north, and all along the banks north to Luxor, were out and out kinky haired niggers, black as the ace of spades!

Watching the banks of the Nile, I had an opportunity to observe the natives, the native housing, and their primitive means of tilling the soil. Much of the housing out in the country (and even the environs of Cairo) is extremely crude, being built of primitive mud bricks and often nothing more than just plain reeds patched with mud. They tilled the soil much the same way as they did 2,000 years ago, after their civilization collapsed. Time and again I would see a team of water buffalo hitched to a primitive plough, with a fellaheen in a dirty white robe following behind. When I compared their primitive housing to the magnificent and grandiose temples and palaces built by their Ancient predecessors, I could only be astounded and ask - how could a people sink so low from such an auspicious heritage? This brings me to the subject I want to discuss next - the Ancient Egyptian religion.

The history of Egypt is a prime example of what I am talking about in Creative Credo No. 45 of The WHITE MAN'S BIBLE when I say that Superstition and Gullibility are the Achilles Heel of the White Race. There is hardly a civilization in history that was more overwhelmed with gods and spooks than were the Ancient Egyptians. They feared their gods, they idolized them, they supplicated to them.

In general, they were the most powerful force that controlled the life of the individual and set the course of the nation. This brings me to several other observations.

1. Because of their obsession with spookcraft and their neglect of nurturing their gene pool, they became mongrelized.

2. The trip to Egypt convinced me that the mongrelization of the White Race (whether local or global) is the ULTIMATE HORROR.

3. It also firmly polarized a basic conviction I have had for a long while. That conviction is this: The White Race has been in dire need of a Racial Religion from the beginning of its civilization, and needs it more than ever today. Had the Egyptians had it, we would have a more beautiful, a Whiter and Brighter World today.

4. That all the fictitious concepts promoted by both Judaism and Christianity were already invented by the Ancient Egyptians. These fictitious concepts were first copied by the Jews and then transplanted into the Christian Creed, which the Jews originated and promoted. Some of these basic concepts were:

(a) The idea of a "soul",

(b) the idea of "eternal life",

(c) the Idea of "gods", both evil and good,

(d) the idea of "one god" (Ikhnaton),

(e) the Idea of "offerings" to appease the gods or god,

(f) the Idea of "baptism" (purification by ablution),

(g) the idea of building magnificent and grandiose temples honor and supplicate their gods.

In fact, the whole program of controlling the masses by awing them with belief in hocus-pocus and the supernatural was already well advanced in the Egyptian religious system.

5. That the Egyptian obsession with preparing for death and immortality thereafter is, and was, one of the most destructive and wasteful ideas that helped to bring to an end not only a most illustrious and glorious civilization, but also a most unique and exemplary race.

If those gifted (and at the same time demented) idiots had only had a racial religion such as CREATIVITY!

Instead, all the efforts of the Pharaohs were directed towards providing for the comfort and well-being of the immortality of their fictitious "souls". Each Pharaoh wanted to outdo his predecessor in leaving a monument and a tomb in which his remains resided, ensconced in a grandiose physical enclosure that they hoped would last into all eternity.
That their bodies were embalmed by a process still not understood by modern science, that we all know. That their mummies were then entombed in an elaborate set of sarcophagi which were then sealed in secret chambers in a huge pyramid or other structure, that too, is well known. What surprised me however is the extent to which they exerted themselves to "provide the soul" with all the thousands of goodies on its journey to eternity. They practically poured the wealth of the kingdom into this last rites project as if life here and now was inconsequential, but in contrast, the nurturing of the soul in the eternal hereafter was overwhelmingly the obsession of their living days. Does this have a familiar ring with the Christians who profess "seek not treasure on earth, but store up treasures in heaven"?

Such an astounding collection of wealth went with the sarcophagus and the tomb of a dead Pharaoh that they became the prime target of grave robbers in ancient times. It was almost like robbing Fort Knox, provided you could find it. No wonder the Pharaohs went to extreme
lengths to make their inner tomb either physically inaccessible by sheer massiveness of sealed stone structures, such as the pyramids, or resorted to subterfuge, such as burying their tombs, goodies and all, far underground in a remote ravine such as the Valley of the Kings at Luxor. (Sixty-four Pharaohs' tombs have been found in the Valley of the Kings, and fifty-seven tombs in the Valley of the Queens, opposite Luxor.)

In either case, they succeeded badly. Of all the Pharaohs buried whose tombs have been found, the grave robbers of ancient times got to them first, with the lone exception of that of the boy king, Tutankhamen, which was discovered by British archeologist, Howard Carter, in 1922. It is suspected that the architects who designed these hideaways and who generally outlived the Pharaoh, were the key villains in either aiding the robbers, or doing the job themselves.

It is the tomb of King Tut that gives us some idea of the size of the national treasury that was poured into one of these tombs and then buried, supposedly for all time. I had the pleasure of going down into the tomb of King Tut where his mummy still lies, and also of viewing the treasures that had been found in the tomb, and now reside in the Cairo Museum.
 
Let me first try to describe the treasures, which are displayed in the Egyptian Museum, also called the Cairo museum. Whereas the exhibit that was brought to the U.S. in 1976 displaying the treasures of King Tut drew huge crowds in every city where it was held, it only included 55 pieces. On display at the Cairo Museum are 3,500 pieces, all brought out of the tomb of King Tut. It includes chariots, benches, bowls, chests, chairs, a gold face mask, gold sleeves for each of King Tut's fingers, 180 stone statuettes of his favorite servants, and
such a list of varied knick-knacks that it is impossible to catalogue here. Suffice it to say that so much gold was encrusted on so many of these items and so many jewels were studded into them that it was like an open invitation to Fort Knox, provided you could find it.

Making it extremely hard to find or to get to is what the kings and their architects expended considerable labor and ingenuity in doing. I had always imagined the Valley of the Kings, and the Valley of the Queens, where a number of these underground tombs are located, as a beautiful valley with well marked ruins of the different tombs. To my surprise it was one of the most desolate ravines anyone could imagine.

Despite all the elaborate and highly decorated tunnels, stairways, ante-chambers, storage rooms and the burial chambers themselves, there was not a vestige of a green blade of grass, or even the slightest indication above ground of anything of the grandeur lying beneath the ground.

Until modern diggers got to these tombs there was nothing but desolation, the most beautiful of purple skies above and sand, sand, sand. But once underground the amount of tunneling, carving, chiseling and wealth of decorations on the walls of the passages and
chambers is truly astounding. Besides visiting King Tut's and a few other underground tombs, we had the pleasure of visiting the King Ramses VI tomb and exploring it to the very end. Just the physical aspects of it are overwhelming. It consisted of a series of sloping stairways, straightaways, more stairways and more chambers. Just to climb in and out would tax all but a seasoned mountain climber. I asked the guide what the total vertical drop of these stairways amounted to, and she replied that it was a total of 40 meters. This is an equivalent of 125 feet, or a twelve story building, a good morning's climb, down and up.

The conclusion of this obsession with providing for the hereafter is, of course, that it is extremely wasteful and patently stupid, but, of course, no more so than the Christians' cry of "store up treasures in heaven", or the U.S. program of subsidizing all the mud races of the world. Since King Tut was a boy king who only reigned 9 years and died at the age of 18, and virtually left a national treasure in his tomb, we can only speculate how much more abundant were the treasures buried by such kings as Ramses II who was tremendously more powerful, much more egotistical, and reigned for a total of 67 years.

When we speak of Ramses II we come to another strange characteristic of the Egyptian Pharaohs that probably was highlighted by the king with the huge ego, but was shared by most of them. This was the obsession of not only being in "right" with the gods and the immortal life of the hereafter, but they each wanted their name and their statues and their monuments to overshadow all others and to prevail for all time.

The Egyptian kings' (Pharaohs') obsession with immortality evidently knew no bounds. They wanted immortality in the hereafter. To aid and abet that ego trip they built themselves grandiose tombs and stocked them with so many expensive goodies as to practically wreck the national economy as I have already stated before. But they also wanted Earthly immortality, combined with earthly fame and acclaim as well. In order to do this they built monuments, statues, pyramids and temples in their own honor.

The surface of practically every wall, facade, column, and what have you, was covered with hieroglyphics telling about themselves, about their heroic deeds, consorting with the gods, pointing to themselves in one way or another. All this was interlarded with their own "cartouche" which was their brand, or trademark, or signature. It consists of a parallelogram with rounded ends, inside of which was the particular ruler's individual name in hieroglyphics.

So popular are these cartouches that they constitute a major souvenir business in Egypt today. You can get your own cartouche made up in gold or silver by a local jeweler, with your name spelled out in raised hieroglyphics. It can be worn as a charm and is one of the few worthwhile purchases you can find in Egypt today.

To get back to the ancient pursuers of the big ego, a powerful king like Ramses II had a marvelous temple built in his honor at Abu Simbel.
 
 


It was cut into the face of a solid rock cliff on the banks of the Nile in a godforsaken place 168 miles south of Aswan and 768 miles south of Cairo. On the outside are four colossal statues of Ramses II in a seated position. Each is over 65 feet high. Inside the first room, the Great Hypostyle Hall has a ceiling supported by eight columns faced with huge statues of our hero, Ramses II, in the pose of the god Osiris. The second hall is supported by four pillars, with reliefs on the walls of Ramses, his wife Nefertari, and his horse and chariot. A similar glorification is again repeated in the third chamber. In fact, Ramses II is all over the place, always with his cartouche, saying: This is Ramses.


But he wasn't the only one. Most of the kings followed the same course, only were not quite as successful because they did not reign for 67 years, and the times were not as propitious.
Now there were two ways to outshine and overshadow their predecessors. One was to outdo the others, and the second was to destroy and obliterate the previous ruler's name and/or works. Whereas the history of Egypt has many pieces missing, we nevertheless can find much evidence of both tactics — to out build the rival and to obliterate their predecessors' name and fame. Sometimes this was simply achieved by cutting out the previous ruler's cartouche (on the monument, in a temple) and replacing it with his own. Ramses II is known to have done this in several cases

There are two particular cases that I believe are especially interesting examples.

One was the case of Queen Hatshepsut, one of the most remarkable women in history. Hatshepsut was married to Thutmose II, her half brother — not an unusual practice in Ancient Egypt. When Thutmose II died after a short rule, she took over the government as
temporary regent for Thutmose III, the legal heir to the throne, who was still a child. I might explain that whereas Thutmose III was the son of Thutmose II, he was not the son of Hatshepsut. Anyway, so enamored did Queen Hatshepsut become of the power she now wielded that she stayed on and on and kept a very impatient Thutmose III under wraps in the background, even after he had reached manhood (not unlike today's British monarchy). Hatshepsut proved to be a capable and powerful ruler. She wore a false beard like a man, which is reflected in her many graven images. Like her predecessors she also assumed godhood. She built the famous Queen's temple at Deir al-Bahri and also the great temple of Amen at Karnak, as well as several other monuments to her future immortality. Replete on the walls of these temples were engravings of the queen in her manifold heroic scenes, usually consorting with the gods. Well, eventually the queen died, as all good queens finally do, and Thutmose III came to power. So angry was Thutmose III of having been treacherously suppressed all these years that he disfigured the image of Queen
Hatshepsut's face on every monument, wall, and column he could find. Tut, tut, Thut. What a wanton despoilment of precious art for those of us who came along a few thousand years
later. We wish you wouldn't have done that, Thut.

A second interesting case is that of Amenhotep IV during the XVIIIth Dynasty, circa 1,350 B.C. He was an ascetic, a religious reformer, a Philosopher and a theologian. He changed his own name to Ikhnaton, meaning, "Aton (the sun god) is satisfied." He abolished all other gods and proclaimed the "One God" idea — his god, Aton. So obsessed was this first fanatic monotheist that he indulged in an orgy of iconoclasm.

He had the plural word "gods" deleted from all monuments, destroyed images of rival gods and relentlessly persecuted the priests of Amen. Ikhnaton's monotheistic sun god religion finally failed and he was deposed. Although it exerted a great influence on the art and thinking of his time, Egypt soon returned to its ancient, well-entrenched, labyrinthine religion of polytheism and the old priests were again back in power. As a side comment, it should be noted that it was from Ikhnaton that the Jews copied their idea of Yahweh and monotheism.

When the Jews now proclaim with great fanfare that they gave the world the first monotheist religion, they are lying, as usual. Remember, the Egyptians had it first.

In any case, after Ikhnaton was deposed, the priesthood returned to their ancient system with a vengeance. They in turn smashed all statues of Ikhnaton, chiseled out his image wherever it appeared and tried to stamp out every vestige of his idea.

While we are on the subject of icon smashing, it might be well to point out that this was a subject also vigorously pursued by the Egyptian Christians (known as Coptics) during their 500 year sway in Egypt. As in Greece, as in Rome, the Coptics in Egypt were hell bent on smashing "pagan" images, and concentrated on destructively smashing off the noses of more statues than any other group in history.

Despite their obsession with religion and despite the thousands of years they labored at it and under it, the Egyptians never really put together an organized, well-structured religion, as did the Roman Catholic church under Christianity. Instead, theirs was a confused, shifting and polyglot plethora of gods, gods, gods, varying both in time, in name and in geographic location. Besides some of the principal gods, there were in addition also the minor local gods that the natives of certain cities or areas held in high esteem
 
 
One of the dominant gods was Amen-Re, also known as Amon-Ra, also known as Ra, also known as Horus, in which guise he appeared with the face of a hawk on a human torso, Ikhnaton changed this multi-faceted sun god. Amen to Aton and made him the one and only. Today, when you hear the "Amens" resounding down the corridors of Christian churches, remember, the Egyptians had it first. Other major and universal gods beside Amen-Ra were: Anubis who had the head of a jackal and presided over the dead and guarded the tombs; Hathor, who had the head of a cow with long horns cradling the sun. She was the goddess of love and childbirth; Thot, the god of wisdom and truth, had the  head of an ibis; also Ptah, Hapi, Isis, Maat, Inhotep, Min, and others. What a stupid, silly, hodge-podge!

The subject of Egyptian religion is, of course, endless, and I do not wish to pursue it any further. I believe I have given enough background of my observations so that we can come to some meaningful conclusions and derive some lessons from the 6,300 year old
Egyptian experience.

1. Because the White Egyptian race was geographically sheltered by vast stretches of desert to the east and to the west, by the sea to the north, and by the cataracts on the Nile to the south, it had an opportunity to nurture and evolve an ever-advancing species of a fine race without the intrusion of foreign pollution for thousands of years.

2. Religion can, and did, play an enormously decisive part in the life of the individual, of the nation, and of the race, and the Egyptians pushed it to a veritable mania. Religion is still a tremendously important factor in their lives today.
 


3. Religion, as I have stated many times before, is like fire. It can be extremely constructive or destructive, depending on the nature of the religion, by whom it is used, and, on whom.


4. The Egyptians did not have a good religion but a rather stupid religion based on purely fictitious concepts and outlandish hocus-pocus. The thrust of their religion was the preparation for a non-existent life in the hereafter, a pointless obsession that uselessly dissipated their resources and labor, and poured it down a hidden rat hole, to be buried forever.

5. The White Race six thousand years later is still without a meaningful, constructive religion, and probably will be until such time as CREATIVITY becomes universally accepted.

6. The White Race of Egypt was able to stay on a steady course for about 3,000 years (a long time) for two reasons:

(a) It was geographically protected from racial contamination as mentioned earlier.

(b) Its religion, economy and government stayed out of the hands of the Jews until probably about 1,300 B.C. From that time on, race-mixing, racial, cultural and economic disintegration set in and completely destroyed all — race, nation, culture and economy until we now have the dismal polyglot mess of mongrels visible today.

7. Had they had a racial religion, such as CREATIVITY, instead of the hocus-pocus plethora of fictitious spooks, the history of not only Egypt, but the world, would read differently today. Undoubtedly, they would within a period of a few centuries have conquered all the viable lands of the earth and settled it with an ever increasingly superior breed of men. We can only vaguely speculate what the magnificence of such supermen might be. In any case, it would be so far above the decrepit mongrels of today that there would be no recognizable kinship.

8. If there is one thing that the trip to Egypt has done for me, it is to overwhelmingly reinforce a basic conviction. That conviction to that the White Race direly needed a good racial religion in Ancient times, has needed it throughout history, and needs it more than ever today. In fact, we are reaching the End of the Line. It is now or never. The ULTIMATE of all horrors to the mongrelization of the  great White Race. Mongrelized Egypt stands today as a living reminder of the ultimate horror. Let us dedicate ourselves anew to the fight to reverse this process and cleanse the world of the scourge now engulfing it.

The Ancient Egyptians, too, once possessed the Divine Seed in their Race, but they allowed it to be bastardized into mud. Let this be a stern warning and a hard object lesson to what is still left of the White Race on this Planet Earth.

The ultimate horror is the mongrelization of the White Race.
The bottom line of all this intensive Egyptian religiosity is this: it was entirely based on self-deception, hocus-pocus and deliberate lies.

Ben Klassen
Founder, Church of the Creator


















Article taken from Racial Loyalty # 11
April 11AC (1984)