Within Anglo-Celtic culture, the idea of Arthur Pendragon as “The Once And Future King” is
a persistent one. It is foretold that, one day, when he is truly needed, King Arthur will rise from his
slumber in Avalon to rescue His People from the clutches of evil.
Further south, in Portugal, “Sebastianism” once took root, a doctrine which claimed that King Sebastian, who had disappeared whilst defending his nation from Islamic brutality, would one day return to take the
throne and defend his people once again. Indeed, the idea of the sleeping hero, waiting for the right
moment to return, is found in the myths of almost every Aryan people.
Even today, new myths are being forged that tell of a great King’s return. The post-war development of Hitlerism falls well in line with this Aryan tradition. Whether one believes Adolf will return as Kalki upon a white steed, or from deep in the Agarthan depths, the messianic nature stays the same. The perennial nature of this mythic trope is self-evident. Time and time again, Age after Age, we watch and we wait, hoping for the return of our heroes. Looking out to the horizon, searching for the triumphant silhouette of that savior of our race.
The truth, however, remains the same. No one is coming to save us, except ourselves. We cannot
rely on the heroes of times long since past to rescue us. It is our duty as Aryans to rise to the occasion and take action. The fate of our people rests not on the shoulders of long dead men, but on ours. We must not choose to hide and wait as hopeful cowards, choosing instead to stand against those who seek our destruction. Each and every one of us holds the potential to be a great hero of our race, should we choose to act.
The heroes of Our People live inside our spirit. Each time a White man stands proud to take charge, Hitler stands with him. Wherever a battle is fought and won against the enemies of our race, Charlemagne is there. When we secure victory, Siegfried cheers along with us. Arthur sleeps, not deep within some subterranean passage, but rather within the soul of every Aryan man, waiting to be
awakened.
Take heart, knowing that no matter where you are, the great men of our past are with you, watching, waiting. The men of myth will not return themselves, but rather, they will be reborn
through the actions of today.
You’re my hero, Arthur.