fredag 10 augusti 2018

Svensson: Johnnie Holt -- First on Mars (short story)

This is a science fiction story by Lennart Svensson, author of Redeeming Lucifer and other novels. The story plays on Mars in the year 2065, a time when the planet is terraformed and ready for colonisation. However, as the story begins, this transformation is still kept secret by the authorities.

Author's foreword: One of the supreme myths of science fiction is Mars, stories of the nearby red planet. All the greats of the genre have written about it, in some way or another. Among the eternal classics playing on Mars we have Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles and E. R. Burroughs' John Carter stories. Even today the genre touches on Mars, as in Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars trilogy and the films Total Recall, Mission to Mars and The Martian. Hereby my own humble attempt at presenting a Mars story.

- - -

He awoke and remembered a strange dream.

He had been on a ship, an old-school sailing ship. A man standing next to him on the deck had pointed to a constellation in the sky:

“The Pleiades,” he said, “remember that.”

Next, above the ship, a white swan flew, croaking its indescribable song.

Then he awoke.

Strange, he thought. I’ve never been on a sailing ship. I’ve never seen one. Especially, there are no sailing ships here on Mars. Only arid desert.

He was an employee in a secret operation, a base on the planet Mars. It was the year 2065 and the base was still kept secret, still kept out of the eye of the public. The times might have been unfavorable for elite projects like this – a time of Earth liberating itself, of war scare and mass immigration being things of the past. Still, some strains of the self-righteous elite held on to power and kept running their weird projects, like having a base on Mars to flee to if world war broke out.

World war wouldn’t break out now. The Earth was more peaceful than ever. The peaceful, pro-white revolution had swept the Western world and brought everything else with it. Nonetheless, the secret Mars project kept going. It survived by its funding being hidden inside the intelligence service budget of the Empire ruling Earth. By tradition the intelligence community had many secret projects going, closed to the public eye.

- - -

Johnnie Holt, that was the guy’s name, the dreamer and the Mars base employee, a tall, slender figure with an aquiline nose and elongated facial features. And Holt of course knew of the development on Earth. He was born in Boston, USA, in 2023 and had seen both the anti-white society and the pro-white replacing it – both the rule of fear and the rule of trust coming after it. Still, he was employed by the government in a “black project,” a project funded by surreptitious machinations and covered up by lies.

But he wasn’t an evil, lying man. He was just a low-level bureaucrat, a clerk spending his day in an underground cubicle, filing and classifying routine matters in the running of the base, like keeping a check on stores and expenditure. He had been on Mars for ten years now. Communications to and from Earth, the shuttling of people, was done by a portal, allowing for instant translocation. Portal technology was another black project secret. For the hauling of larger objects there was a secret fleet of spaceships around.

The day of the strange dream of Johnnie Holt was otherwise an ordinary day on Burroughs Base. 142 people worked there, mostly engaged with terraforming the planet. The terraforming had gone on since the early 21st century. The base had been erected in 2014. Then, after the facilities were completed, the terraforming began – in secret, as with all the other things pertaining to the base project.

For the terraforming, firstly, the Martian polar ice caps were covered with dust, spread by crawler robots. That would melt them and water the seeds that other robots spread. Mars already had a thin atmosphere and, generally, it was in the bio-friendly zone because of its relative proximity to the sun. So, the plan to transform this desert world to a world of breathable atmosphere and waterways, maybe even seas, was deemed within the scope of possibility.

And when Earthy scientists, not initiated into the black project world, noted that the polar ice caps melted it was only interpreted as a natural process, as global warming of the Martian kind.

But, how long would they be able to keep the terraforming of Mars a secret?

How long, o Catiline? How long?

- - -

Johnnie Holt stood looking out over the Martian landscape through a scuttle, a circular, air-tight contraption of several plates of lucite. Stirring a cup of Lapsang souchong he absently said:

“The plains sure look green today.”

“Mm-hm,” said his controller colleague, Sam Spalje, sitting by a table in the coffee room for the junior section of the administrative corps of the base.

“So green that it’s almost, I don’t know, earthly. Liveable.”

“OK. Then step out!” Spalje said. “What’s stopping you.”

“Might as well do that.”

“No, seriously, you will die. Ain’t enough oxygen yet.”

“How do you know? You’re a scientist now?”

And then the conversation died out. Still, Holt persisted in looking out at the land – the flat, green from fungi – or sprouting grass?

And the sky. A touch of blue, hadn’t it...? Maybe even the hint of scudding clouds...?

He must have a look. He had to go outside.

Without a spacesuit.

It was madness but the dream last night, that of sailing to the Pleiades, had engendered a strange mood – a daring mood, an adventurous mood with dreamy undertones.

Long story short, after the end of the workday, Holt went to his 30-square meter living cubicle and had an energy drink. Then he sneaked away through a corridor and came to a hatch. He switched the two levers, opened the hatch and came out in a chamber. On the other side of it was another door.

He opened it – and stepped out in the open.

It was dark. The Martian night, in its roughly 24-hour cycle.

A thought flickered through his mind: I could survive even if the planet isn’t wholly terraformed yet. There is some atmosphere on Mars. Enough to sustain you for, I dunno --

But he had no feeling of asphyxiation. He could breathe. The terraforming was virtually complete. But in the prevailing mood of secrecy the authorities of course hadn’t made it public, not even to the base personnel.

Holt, standing on Martian soil, vaguely discerned the horizon in the east, black land under a pale brown sky.

He was dressed in pants and shirt and an overall, boots on the feet and a tight cap on his head, in his pockets a water bottle and a power bar. So, he could venture out and see the sights, take a little tour.

He wondered: I’m the first man venturing out freely on Mars. That is, I’m not the first man ever. There have been crews in this Burroughs Base project going out in spacesuits, controlling the terraforming robots and such.

Still, he thought, I’m the first man venturing out on Mars freely, without a spacesuit. I’m the first free man venturing out on Mars. I’m here because I want to be here – here, out in the open.

He wandered along and came to a hill. In it, he found a cave. All the time he breathed freely, not feeling tired or worn out. The terraforming had reached the viable level, a level of man being able to breathe the air created by seeding, watering and growing plants engendering a photosynthesis, creating an atmosphere with a healthy portion of oxygen.

He sat down in the cave and had some water. He wasn’t hungry but he thought that he could have some of the energy bar later, after some sleep.

- - -

That morning he dreamed of a long-haired, clean-shaved male figure in a tunic and a robe, standing in the plains and pointing to a seven-star constellation. Holt immediately knew that it was the Pleiades.

Again, the Pleiades...! First that ship-dream, now this.

And then, when he awoke, it got even more strange.

He had some water and a few bites on the power bar.

And when he again ventured out in the open, he saw the dream figure there.

A long-haired man in a tunic and a robe.

He approached him. The sky was bright, the air as fragrant – and breathable – as ever.

A fine Martian dawn, indeed...!

“A fine dawn, we have,” Holt began when he was close to the man.

The man, a mild, elevated type, nodded and said:

“Indeed. Welcome back.”


“You are back now. Man, white man, man of Pleiadean origin, is now back on Mars.”

Holt let that sink in.

The sun rose above the horizon, turning the landscape to a gold-tinged green.

“So I’m the first, then? First man to venture out on the Martian surface?”

“Well, there have been expeditions. But they all wore hermetically closed suits. You are the first to go out without a suit.”

Holt nodded. He was historic, he was legendary. OK. He didn’t care about that, really. He just wanted to go on doing what he had begun, explore the land, venture out. Climb the mountains of Mars. Go where no man had gone before. His ten-year stint on Mars, living inside Burroughs base, sure had given him time to dream.

Then he came to think of the other guy and who he really was – a man in an old-school garb, standing in the Martian plain. And having asked it, Holt got the answer:

“I’m Angelicus, the 17th century adept and subsequent ascended master.”

“What’s an ‘ascended master’?”

“It’s a human being having lived several lives, lives intent on spiritual evolution. With time, after many such lives, he or she becomes a constantly conscious, constantly blessed person, an astral being able to project his astral body into everyday reality and teach men.”

Holt didn’t at once understand what Angelicus meant. So, the latter explained further and said that he was a kind of demigod with a history as a human being, by cleansing his karma having reached a higher level.

“And I’m not really here,” Angelicus said. “It’s only my astral body. My ‘soul,’ my essence projected in relatable form.”

“OK,” Holt said, a bit uneasy at the prospect but calmed by the other’s tranquil countenance.

“I’m here to teach you. Inform you,” Angelicus said. “As intimated you are a representative of man, white man, having come back to a planet he once lived on.”

- - -

They took a stroll over the land, Angelicus meanwhile explaining that man originated in the Pleiades 6 million years ago. 2 million years ago a Pleiadean, human contingent settled on Mars and colonized it, cultivating the land, building cities and creating a buzzing civilization. Then 1 million years ago, an accident destroyed it.

“An accident?” Holt said. “Just like that?”

“Indeed,” Angelicus said. “Those Pleiadeans weren’t angels, like me. They were men, with all their faults and advantages. They experimented with nuclear power and accidently blew themselves up – the culture, the habitats, everything, killing off all life on the planet.”

“Aha,” Holt said, somewhat wiser, non the calmer. So, even in olden days, in a cosmic past, man could goof and falter. That was human, maybe.

“But a small contingent,” Angelicus continued, “built a merkaba, a layout of pyramids able to generate a dimensional passage. Such a passage was indeed created, enabling a Pleiadean, Aryan group to leave devastaded Mars and head for Earth, in 65,000 BC. Man lived on Atlantis then and this group settled there.”

“Wow,” Holt said.

“And you and all white men originate from them. Well, partly. There had been other Pleiadean sowings of Earth even before and after, like the seeding of Hyperborea in the last interglacial and the Caucasian outflow in what you call the Bronze Age. That was due to another portal passage.

“White man went on to dominate Earth. In post-Atlantean times there were other races of peoples around, created by other aliens seeding Earth, like the Annunaki. Now Aryan man ventured out and subdued these races, putting his stamp on the lands culturally and ethnically. Maybe some of his chauvinist strain seen on Mars was still around. But he, Aryan man, white man, also had a talent for responsible government, ordered religion and ordered society. That was his legacy, in the east and the west, the north and south, in Europe, the Middle East, India, China and the Americas. In Europe, his legacy remained most visible and pregnant, ethnically, politically, culturally and linguistically.

“OK,” Holt said, halting by a pool of water. “Interesting all. But did white man really go to China and the Americas? I mean, I’ve heard of old Europe’s founding white culture and Aryans in Persia and India, but the other?”

“Seek and you will find,” Angelicus said. “Seek in the records of secret history. For instance, there has been found red-haired mummies in America.”

Changing the subject, Angelicus looked down on the pool and said:

“Drink it, Martian! Drink the water.”

“But still-standing water isn’t healthy, I’ve heard.”

“It’s a well. The warmed climate, enabled by terraforming, has engendered this well. Frozen water in the rock, now trickling forth by capillarity.”

Holt nodded and went down on his knees, putting his mouth to the cool surface and
having himself a mouthful.

Standing up again, wiping his mouth, he said “ahh”. He enjoyed the taste of really fresh water. He had never even had that on Earth, even though it was still to be had in remote forest and mountain regions and such. He had lived his whole life in artificial surroundings, first on Earth, then on Mars.

- - -

The pale Martian sun had reached the apex of its course. They were in the Arabia Terra region. Thanks to terraforming the formerly red, arid plain now had grass, fern and moss growing on it.

“So, my dear earthly man,” Angelicus continued, “as I said – welcome back to Mars. Your kind has been here before. That Pleiadean colonizing I spoke of. So, this is merely a return to your place of origin, a chance of reconnecting with your roots – the Pleiades.”

Saying this, he pointed up in the sky. The sky was too bright to show stars but Holt knew that he pointed to the seven-star cluster that was the constellation in question, the Pleiades. Just as he had seen it in his dream.

“Aha,” he said. “But, can you show me some remains of that Pleiadean colonization here on Mars?”

“Of course. If you don’t mind some astral tripping.”

“What’s that?”

“The way I fly.”

With this, the spiritual master touched Holt’s forehead – and in the next moment, he was soaring above the plain. When he turned around the saw his body lying prostrate on the ground. At his side, Angelicus said:

“Don’t worry. Your body is safe and sound. And you’ll return to it later.”

“Must I?”

“No, actually not. You can remain in soul form, if you think you’re ready for that.”


“But first, a tour of Mars – an astral tour. Your astral body having a survey of the hotspots!”

The pair soared over the green plain and then flew over a rather hilly region, a red, stony desert of the usual Martian kind.

Then more plains, more greenery – and then a larger mountain looming up ahead – and then they headed for the top and alighted upon it.

“Wow,” Holt said, seeing the surroundings of red desert, green plains and silvery surfaces indicating water.

“Some sight, eh,” Angelicus said. “We’re standing on the top of Mount Olympus. The highest mountain in the solar system. 27 kilometers high.”

“Thanks for taking me here,” Holt said. “But you talked about Pleiadean remains. And this is...?”

“No, this is just a stopover. Thought you might like to climb the highest peak in M-1, if only in astral form.”

“Why, of course. Thank you.”

They tarried for a while and then flew east again, heading for the region of Cydonia, north of Arabia Terra. A rather large structure was soon to be seen ahead, an enormous face looking up into the sky.

“The Cydonia Sphinx,” Holt said. “Great to see it from above.”

“So, you do know of it?” Angelicus said.

“Of course. We all do. An anomaly the authorities tried to explain away when it was discovered by the Viking Mars probe in the 1970s. However, I’ve personally been part of the cover-up so I mean, OK, whatever...”

They homed in on the structure and soon was inside it, just like that, because they were both astral bodies, immaterial. Soaring around in the interior Angelicus showed Holt bas-reliefs, inscriptions and remains of the Pleiadean presence. He said that the Pleiadean colonizers had built the structure, hewn out of solid rock and hollowed into a hall.

“A grand hall,” Holt said. “Red splendor, red rock... what can I say.”

“Just take it all in. Pleiadean remains, reminding you of humans having been here before. Colonizers claiming a planet and making it into a grand civilization. But recklessness and ‘too much head, too little heart’ caused them to devastate the land. In fact, destroying the whole ecosystem. Mars was habitable before they came, it had water and air and vegetation, but after their wayward experimentation, their tampering with the forces of nature, they blew the system up and died.”

“Except for the ones escaping to Earth.”

Angelicus nodded, adding:

“The lesson is: abandon nuclear technology. Go for crystal technology instead.”

“We already do,” Holt said. “I mean, crystal technology is out and about, as in crystalmagnets making quibbles soar.”

“But you still have nuclear energy.”

“We do.”

"This must cease. Spirit science strives for unity, for totality, unus mundus. Splitting the atom is anathema to this."

- - -

They left the interior of the sphinx and then flew here and there in their astral tripping, seeing remains in the land in the form of cities, roads and even canals. One canal led from the crater of Hellas Planitia and further north. In due time, when the terraforming had created enough water to result in the ocean of Mare Katharina and other water basins, this would be the river Madsus. Then, that river would flow from the round lake of Planitia to the northern ocean, the northern hemisphere of Mars having lower elevation than the land in the south and thus becoming an enormous water basin, an ocean, almost covering the whole northern part of the planet.

They saw the sights, astrally climbing the mountains of Mars, soaring along Valles Marineris, flying over the northern flats, and then returning to the plain where they had first met. By this, Holt’s soul spontaneously returned to his body, that was his inner wish, his overall, spiritual intention. When he was back in his corporeal form, opening his eyes, it was night, the stars twinkling above.

Angelicus was still with him. He bade him to stand up and led him to the well once again. Holt had his fill and even filled up his water bottle. Then they went to the cave where Holt had slept his first night in the open. Sitting by the mouth of it Angelicus said:

“So, do you now have a perspective on things? On Mars, man, the Pleiadean strain and all that?”

“I do. And I shall not do experiments in nuclear technology.”

“Well, fine. Do what you please; I’m no dictator. I’m just a guide showing you, representative of the Man to Come, of free mankind, the lay of the land.”

“Thank you, Angelicus. It has been most instructive.”

Holt spoke the truth. He was slightly overwhelmed by what he had seen. White man had a grand past and a grand future, too, for what it seemed. He would have a future in space, on Mars and beyond. He would colonize Mars and, in due time, re-establish contact with Pleiadeans, his ancestors.

But this colonizing of course had to be done openly, not as a black project, a secret project. The program was overripe for being made public. The elite plan of having Mars as a safe resort during a nuclear war was passé now, with Earth going through the popular, peaceful revolution.

And now what? For Holt personally? Go on living in the open, live on water...?

He asked Angelicus about this. The master then taught him how to live on sunlight. Going barefoot over grass, drinking water and basking in the sun gave enough energy to live on. It sustained the astral body and etheric body and, by influxus, the physical body.

In the following days, Holt learned this. And he could summon Angelicus for more lessons of this and that when needed. And, to make a long story short, soon the Mars colony was revealed to the public by an insider, a whistle blower. The project of terraforming was also made public.

The reaction among the public, among men of Earth, among white men, those who cared about such things as space colonization – Faustian man, always going Beyond the Beyond – that reaction was mixed. It was like: to build a Mars base and terraform the planet and not telling the public was criminal, yet, the plan itself was grand and heroic. So, the plan was taken over by official authorities. And a surge to colonize Mars went ahead.

The planet now had breathable air and water, however, not enough to sustain a massive invasion of humans. Not mass immigration once again...! There were strict quotas on who would go there and why.

But it happened. After 30 years, the settlement of Runaburg in Terra Arabia had 20,000 inhabitants. This soon became the capital of Mars. It was situated 17 km northwest of Burroughs Base.

Most importantly, Mars became the virtual possession of white man. Only he had the drive to go there. It was no surprise. In the past, what race was most persistent in conceiving of the stars, the planets...? -- The white race.

There might have been stargazers and astronomers-astrologers in other cultures, but the enduring scientific strain of looking at the stars and trying to fathom their inherent mechanics, that strain was an expression of white man, Faustian man. A man breeding a culture of exploration, of going Beyond the Beyond, conceptually and tangibly. The culture of Erathosthenes, Gallilei, Brahe, Kepler, Copernicus, Newton, Einstein, Goddard, Oberth, von Braun, Koroljov, Gagarin, Shephard, Glenn, Armstrong.

And Johnnie Holt. After a year of living in the Martian open, subsisting on water, sun and air, an earthly expedition arrived and made contact with him. It was an official expedition, using the previously hidden technology of the black projects’ world, with a crystal magnet-driven ship enabling a mere ten days to go from Earth to Mars. Supported by the facilities of the already established Burroughs Base the expedition soon encountered Holt, living, so to speak, on its doorstep, in the cave not far away from it, the base where he once had worked.

He became known as “The First Man on Mars,” meaning the first free man, the first one breaking out of the confines of the elite project planning to have Mars for its own purposes. He became known as “The First Man on Mars” or simply “the Martian”. Having made contact with men once again he readapted to an ordinary life, one of eating food and living in a habitat. For a while he continued to work as a clerk in the terraforming project. Soon, however, he could quit work for good, living by doing speaker tours on Earth, spreading the gospel of Angelicus, that of white man having a great future in space, on Mars and beyond. He preached the Pleiadean strain.

- - -

In his lectures, Holt spoke of many things within the framework of white space exploration. Spurred on by galactic history he became a pro-white spokesman, preaching against anti-whiteness and for “white community going its own way”. For instance, in Stockholm on June 23, 2070, he said this:

“White man will conquer space. You know what I’m talking about. Newton, Verne, Tsiolkovsky, Goddard, Oberth, von Braun, Armstrong. I’m not saying that other races can’t contribute. I’m just saying that for many reasons, now’s the time for white man to go his own way.

“I mean, today it’s no matter who concocted the infamous anti-white ideology. I’ll skip that for now...! Instead, I say: from the mid 20th century and on the expressions of sympathy towards white man from black, yellow, red man were few and far between.

“OK. I’m not saying that white man is an angel. But neither is he the demon the late 20th, early 21st century portrayed him as.

“White man enduring non-white mass immigration as a sort of punishment for perceived evils? OK, whatever. But now you’ve had your time, non-whites. You’ve thrived by living in white man’s technotopia, by benefiting from inventions like the car, the train and the plane, by central heating, sewage systems, electricity and information technology. And it was yours by right, right? Yours to use and benefit from, with not a word of thanks to the spiritual father of all this? A compensation for perceived evils, done to you by white man?

“OK. Then don’t follow us if we go to space and continue colonizing Mars.

“Don’t follow us, then, if we’re so evil.

“This is white community going its own way – into space.”

For the fees received Holt bought himself an apartment in a Runaburg redstone house, filled with objets d’art, carpets and furniture given to him by people thankful for his legendary feat, that of being the first man to venture out on the Martian surface alone, as a free man, free of the confines of a wayward secret program.

Burroughs Base and Runaburg were situated in what was until then known as Arabia Terra. Now it was renamed Aryavarta – land of the Aryans. Because it and all of Mars became the virtual domain of the white race.

Of course, there were no ethnically profiled quotas, no race laws prohibiting a black, a yellow or a red man from going to Mars. It just happened to be that predominantly and essentially, space colonization became a white thing. And, looking at white history, it was in the cards.

Barring a few individual examples, no other race altogether had the same urge to go to space and head for Mars, to colonize a new world, as the white race had. It was the same urge having had white man build ships and sail from European shores to America, India, China – by Vikings, Portuguese, Spaniards, Frenchmen, Dutch, Englishmen. Over time and accounting for the consistency of the projects, no other race had the staying power of the white race in venturing out, claiming new land and shaping it after his image. No other race was shaped by the image of “going to space” as white man was.

It was the white syndrome all the way back from Pleiadean man coming to Mars 2 million years ago. Venture out, claim the land, fashion it.

It was what Aryan man did: venture out, create empires.

Now, at the end of the 21st century, to white man, going into space was a case of necessity. To other races, it was just “one of those things”. Other races were happy to thrive in their earthly places of origin – Chinese in China, Indians in India, MENA people in MENA, Africans in Africa, etc. For its part, this strain was sealed in 2092 by the Charta Mundi convention, securing the existence of all people in their places of origin. This consolidated the gains of the peaceful revolution begun in the 2050s, restoring white countries to their majority populations – white men, Aryan men.

The Charta also secured the existence of white man in the multicultural USA. As such, this treaty didn’t come up with anything new. It merely stressed that ICERD – and the related convention CPPCG, incriminating genocide – should be respected. This put an end to the anti-white syndrome. Other than that, making the US secure for white man engendered a space colonizing surge. In the euphoric realization that white man had been on Mars before, the gospel spread by Holt’s lecturing, the American whites who matched the requirements emigrated to Mars in large numbers along with brethren from Europe, Australia and New Zeeland.

On Earth, Aryan man’s lands were secured as white lands – and “upstairs,” in space, white man took the lead in colonization. Therefore, Mars, the subsequent colony of Venus, and, later, the star systems man colonized to form the Mirotanian Empire, became a predominantly white dominion. It was explicitly and implicitly white. It was an Aryan space empire, with Mars as the first stopover and with a possible re-connection with the Pleiadean Realm as a distant goal.

That was the legacy of Johnnie Holt and his era.

Redeeming Lucifer
Going After the Saurian Baddies
Good Cop, Mad Cop
The Middle Zone
Virtual Guru
Illustration: Robert Svensson

onsdag 1 augusti 2018

Heinlein: Starship Troopers (1959)

This is a post in Swedish. About Heinlein. A post in English about him can be found here. -- Härmed en titt på romanen Starship Troopers av Robert Heinlein.

Starship Troopers är en odödlig sf-klassiker. Och en högerklassiker. Man kommer inte undan den i ämnen som "sf från höger" och liknande.

Gällande svenska utgåvor av romanen så kan detta sägas. En svensk utgåva från 90-talet har sin titel på engelska, uttryckligen "Starship Troopers". Det var väl för att associera till filmen som då var aktuell. Sedan finns det en svensk utgåva från 80-talet heter Stjärnsoldaten. 90-talsutgåvan torde vara något bättre översatt.

Så vad ska man säga om boken annars då, så här inledningsvis...? -- Jag kan bara säga: du som är högerradikal "måste" läsa denna bok. Den har mycket att ge vurmaren för krig och heroism. Dessutom ger den argument för ett auktoritärt styrelsesätt.

Det är ju till exempel så att denna bok har fostrat en ny generation svenska högerradikaler. Det kan jag själv vittna om. Många har hört av sig till mig och sagt att Heinleins bok var en ögonöppnare.

Och dessa högerradikaler var inte libertarianer eller moderater. Ånej, mer än så: anti-PK-höger, det var vad de var.

Så Heinleins gångbarhet i radikala kretsar ska inte underskattas. Hans opus från 1939 till 1959 var ett under av radikalkonservatism. Det hävdar jag i boken Science Fiction Seen From the Right.

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Starship Troopers utspelar sig i en interstellär framtid. Människan har råkat i krig med en aggressiv art. Totalt krig råder. Och vi får följa menige John Rico där han tar värvning i "mobila infanteriet", en rymdskeppsburen stormbrigad som slår till än här, än där mot fiendens planeter.

Boken är spännande och realistisk. Heinlein hade varit sjöfficer och kunde sina saker i ämnet "hur en flotta opererar". Heinlein kan berätta, han ger oss interiörer från Ricos bana vid värvningen, i grundutbildningslägret och i stridszonen.

Berättarperspektivet är första person. John Rico för ordet. Stilen kan nog bli lite överdrivet tuff här och där. För en genuint "civil" person kan det ta lite tid att vänja sig vid stilen. Såsom inledningskapitlet furiösa action. Men överlag är bokens stil "helt rätt". Heinlein låter inte kriget bara bli en antiseptisk, lättöverskådlig verksamhet såsom Gordon Dickson i sin militära sf (Dorsai, Tactics of Mistake). Här är det liv och blod och kriget som totalt, elementärt, man vill nästan säga mytiskt fenomen.

Boken är även teoretiskt intressant. Samhällsteori diskuteras och det görs relativt lättåtkomligt. Heinlein har den stil som krävs för att ledigt stoppa in seriösa resonemang i berättelsen. Frågan som främst diskuteras är: hur skapar man ett styre som förenar auktoritet med ansvar? Diskussionen i romanen sker dels i form av lektioner hållna av en skollärare, återgett som Ricos minnen av hans skoltid. Dels i form vad som sägs av en lärare i det militära. Båda påverkar bokens huvudperson, båda belyser ämnet "ansvar" ur olika synvinklar.

Så in alles är detta en tidlös klassiker inom sf, ja litteratur överhuvud taget.

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Ska man nämna fler av Heinleins böcker som torde passa för en svensk högerradikal så finns det förvisso mycket. Om lätt episodiska men ändå matnyttiga rymdresor, med konservativa visdomar portionerade ut medan ljusåren piskar rymdskeppsskroven, handlar romaner som Varning för okänd planet och Stjärnorna väntar.

Sjätte kolonnen handlar för sin del om hur USA invaderas av ett asiatiskt imperium. I frigörelsen från detta diskuteras bland annat rasliga skillnader mellan vita och gula. Ingen annan sf-författare än Heinlein har behandlat ras så öppet. Så denna roman är rätt unik av detta skäl. Och läsvärd även i övrigt som en operativ studie av en motståndsrörelse som tar tekniken till hjälp.

Novellsamlingarna Bortom jorden och Mannen som sålde månen är inte så kontroversiella. Men Bortom jorden är för sin del ett fint exempel på Heinleins vision av en framtid i solsystemet. Och Mannen som sålde månen är åter en sådan där "operativ" story. I projektet "hur ta sig till månen och tillbaka" ger Heinlein sin nyktra version, med teman som ingenjörskonst, finansiering och hur man leder en komplex organisation. -- Dessa två böcker må vara en aning tekniskt passé men det stör verkligen inte. Nerven och energin i berättandet är tidlös.

Den sista rejälare Heinleinboken var Revolt mot jorden från 1966. De som kom senare bör undvikas av den seriöse högerradikalen. Hans bästa verk skrevs 1939-1959. Men då var å andra sidan praktiskt taget allt bra. Så där har man en 30 böcker att botanisera bland.

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Och en bok om att ta värvning i rymdkåren och ta ansvar och bli en man, lite som Starship Troopers men mer som en ungdomsbok, är Rymdkadetten. Som roman är den ändå utmärkt. Den är tämligen trovärdig i sin skildring av hur man tar sig igenom grundutbildningen, och upp i graderna, i det miliära.

Rymdkadetten skrevs 1948 och då höll Heinlein igen lite på de soldatiska attityderna. 1959, då han skrev Starship Troopers, gick han "all in" och struntade i konsekvenserna. Han skrev nu medvetet lite på gränsen, lite chauvinistiskt. Mycket riktigt ville inte hans förläggare tills dess, den som gett ut Rymdkadetten med mera (Scribner's), ge ut Starship Troopers. Den fick ges ut på ett mer vuxenorienterat förlag. Och blev en klassiker för tid och evighet.

Om Heinlein i "Science Fiction Seen From the Right" [blogginlägg på engelska]
Sf från höger [engelska]
Tidslinje: konservativ sf

måndag 30 juli 2018

I'm on Unslaved

The pod season has begun.

Hereby the latest pod with me. It's Unslaved. On the subject of "Female Chauvinism".

I join David Whitehead and Michael Tsarion in a chat about the gender war, how women today sometimes are "conceptually sacrosanct" etc. And about men in this context having to sum up their gumption and defend their being.

I eventually get to mention Actionism and even Burning Magnesium. All told, a fine show, time well spent.

Here's the first hour, free on Youtube.

Rebel Yell Interviewing Me on My Authorship
Unslaved, in April, About Actionism
Red Ice Radio: The Hero's Journey

tisdag 24 juli 2018

Omstridda fenomen

In Swedish. -- "Omstridda fenomen": märkliga gråzons-grejer. Som sjöodjuret i Loch Ness och dylikt. Det ska jag avhandla här.

Ända sedan 1980 har jag levat i gråzonen. Då läste jag boken ”Naturligt – övernaturligt”. Den handlade om OVNI:s, pyramider, Loch Ness-odjuret och liknande saker. Sedan vidtog läsande av tidskriften Borderline samt böcker som ”The Illuminoids” av Wilgus och ”Cosmic Trigger” av R. A. Wilson. Och när jag skaffade internet på 00-talet fick jag fler ledtrådar genom att läsa en och annan webbsida.

Så härmed en översikt över allsköns gåtfulla fenomen, med försök till svar.

. Atlantis -- nog hade Platon och Edgar Cayce rätt i att denna kontinent existerat. Förutom deras vittnesmål är Drunvalo Melchizedeks "The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life" (2000) en bra källa till Atlantismysteriet.

. Lemurien -- var en kontinent, eller ett slags arkipelag, i Stilla havet väster om Sydamerika. Öarna sträckte sig från Hawaii till Påskön. Lemuria har liksom Atlantis sjunkit. Melchizedek har skrivit även om Lemuria i nyssnämnda bok.

. Loch Ness -- det finns, enligt focusonrecoverys ”Wave Transcript”-källa, cirka 50 sjöormar i denna sjö. Det låter mycket. Men OK. Respektive individ är cirka 40 fot lång. De lever i undervattensgrottor. De kan enligt andra källor antas vara relikter från jordens geologiska medeltid (Jura).

. Monstruösa typer -- focusonrecoverys lapidariska källa i ”The Wave Series Transcripts” säger att ”the Beast of Bauvan” (franskt monster 1764-67), West Virgnias ”Mothman” och Londons ”Spring Heeled Jack” var varelser från en annan dimension. De kom oförhappandes hit genom en reva i dimensionsväven. Detta är en förklaring jag härmed bara noterar.

. Pyramiden -- jag har inte på något sätt uttömt mysteriet med Giza-pyramiden här. Men det är en början kan man säga.

. Påskön -- dess statyer föreställer enligt uppgift Nefilim, en 3-4 meter lång art jättar som även nämns i Bibeln (”Guds söner” i 1.Mos 6.1-4).

. Tunguska -- sibiriska Ryssland, 30 juni 1908: en explosion fäller träd över ett stort område. Smällen var 1000 gånger kraftigare än Hiroshimabomben. Enligt focusonrecovery skedde detta pga. desintegrerandet av en fissionsreaktor på ett robotskepp sänt ut av ”konfederationen”. Skeppet hade slutat fungera och styrdes därför till en ödemark där det skulle orsaka minsta tänkbara skada på människor. Det blev Tunguska i Sibirien där det sprängdes. – Enligt en annan källa på samma sajt var det ett kometfragment som orsakade denna detonation. Frågan vad Tunguskasmällen egentligen var kvarstår alltså.

Hancock: Fingerprints of the Gods
Illustration: Poseidonis, huvudstad på Atlantis.

söndag 1 juli 2018

Interviews With Me

"Podcast radio" is a fine invention. -- [This blog post in a Swedish version.]

The pod season of spring 2018 was fine. Three interviews with me were done and broadcast.

The first was on Red Ice Radio in March. It was about my latest books, Burning Magnesium and Actionism. I and Henrik Palmgren had a fine conversation, flowing naturally from the battles of WW2 to the contemporay way of living, in need of willpower and striving.

Then I was interviewed by these two:
. Rebel Yell, based in the American South. We talked about Actionism, Burning Magnesium, Ernst Jünger, science fiction and everything else. Virtually my whole authorship was covered.

. Unslaved, in April. We talked about Actionism, the state of the Western world and such. Unslaved seems to be Canada based.
So in all, there is lots of great pod material out there to listen to. If you want to hear me talk.

Red Ice Radio: The Hero's Journey
Redeeming Lucifer
Burning Magnesium

söndag 24 juni 2018

The God Concept of Actionism

I beleive in God. And my philosophy of life mirrors it.

Discussing God is like discussing gold – meaningless. You’re either moved by it or not. As symbols of “the best, the highest, the essential” they simply are.

And so, while you know that Actionism is theistic, while you know that I, LS, the creator of Actionism “believes in God,” that I’m feeling a divine presence in me, I don’t really have to elaborate on that. I’ve got nothing to prove.

However, some Actionist remarks on the subject of God can be delivered. It gets more interesting that way. Below I will venture out into that impossible grey area of trying to conceptualize God.

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“The chief purpose of life... is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all the means we have, and to be moved by it to promise and thanks.”

This was said by J. R. R. Tolkien. And it rather well sums up the feelings of a god believer.

And while Actionism isn’t primarily devotional like the attitude Tolkien intimates, neither does it exclude such sentiment. As shown in Borderline and the 2017 book the god concept of Actionism is in the realm of, “I have the divine light within,” “ye are gods” and such. But – an individual, human god believer, feeling “god inside,” being able to say "aham brahmâsmi = I am god,” of course isn’t above God. God has created him while he hasn’t created God. Thus, a little bit of devotion, like that of Tolkien seen above, is pertinent for an Actionist and for all divinely disposed people.

Tolkien was moved to thanks by God. Contrariwise, the lack of having someone to thank in this way defines the atheist: “The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank,” as Dante Gabriel Rossetti said.

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This is about God. And to illuminate this complex concept, we may focus on its intimated opposite for a while, atheism, the stance denying the god concept.

So, what can be said about atheism from an Actionist point of view? – I think this quote from an unknown source sums up it up:
When people stop believing in God, they don’t believe in nothing – they believe in anything!
Atheism isn’t just “another world-view” along with theism and agnosticism. I’d say, the only viable atheism is the ontological, “Buddhist” one, even though it discards elements like “an eternal soul”. However, in Buddhism you nonetheless lead a life of awe and wonder, piety and kindness. Not that ordinary atheists can’t be kind – but – it’s their claim of being above essential reality that sets them apart. The delusion that they think they can explain away God, the source of reality, just like that.

You cannot get around the concept of God. I mean, you can be anti-clerical, attack the whole external aspect of religion like church and priesthood and such. Even St. Paul and Luther did that, advocating “the universal priesthood” where every conscious individual becomes his own priest in his personal relation to God. But – you have no ontological right to discard the existence of a supreme force, a supreme source for reality -- for everything.

Being in the grey area of agnosticism is better than being so sure of the non-existence of God.

Do you, as an individual, think you can triumph over creation?

A man is just “another being in reality,” another Seiendes im Sein. He can’t place himself above Sein merely with some casuistry.

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Atheism is the scourge of our times.

And I figure, people become atheists because of a lack of intuition, their brains suffering from a kind of “crossed paralysis,” being cut off from the invisible aspect of reality, lacking the ability to sound out their inner depths.

For its part, atheist materialism abounds in later-period, overripe societies. Ancient Rome and India also had the same strain: stoicism, epicureanism, mimansa. But perennial tradition (whereof Actionism is a part) conquers all, conveying as it does a timeless truth.

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So, where does this take me? I will end where I began, in quietly praising God. I will declare the divine side of reality, without trying to “explain”.

Shirley MacLaine called the nature of God “Divine God Intelligence Field”. That could remind you of Philip K. Dick’s theophany, leading him to call the divine force invading his life “Vast Active Life Improvement System”. His divine “1974 experience,” in the end beneficial but also harrowing and trying, I have covered in my essay Science Fiction Seen from the Right.

As intimated above (aham brahmâsmi, “I am god”) an individual human being has the divine inside of him. A man is a “god in being” by being created by the eternal light, having a fragment of this eternal light inside of him. You could say that a man is a god because of (1) having an eternal soul (2) having specific bodily proportions, being created in god’s image.

This means: to be a god in physicality, a physical angel. “A man is a mortal god, a god is an immortal man.” – Herakleitos.

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Having the divine approach in life is about seeing the invisible, seeing Beyond the Beyond, seeing beyond the conditioned. Fathom the unfathomable.

And faith is both to fall down in amazement before the wonders of the cosmos – and to elevate yourself above the blandness of everyday reality. "When I'm down on my knees that's when I'm closest to Heaven". And “humble pride” as the Prophet said, a fine oxymoron; being aware of your shortcomings as a human being but also feeling pride over what a man nonetheless can accomplish. Again: man as “a god in being”. “God-realization” as man’s most noble goal.

God is more than you can grasp mentally. But you can still be conscious of the immanent presence of God. This means having god-consciousness.

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Actionism is unity, holism, integration – not divisiveness, dissection, “critical theory” eating everything up and spitting it out as green goo. Actionism is spiritual gold mining.

Actionism means a divine approach, an integration into a divinely meaningful world: God-bred, spirit-led, inspiration-fed.

This is the world-view of god-given insights, inner voice, divine providence.

This is the world of the individual having a personal relation to God.

This is the world of believing in God: spera in deo.

The world of, “have no fear, just believe.” Of, “if you believe, anything is possible.”

Actionism -- How to Become a Responsible Man (2017)
I Declare You the Spiritual Superman
Universal Acclaim for Actionism
Borderline -- A Traditionalist Outlook for Modern Man (2015)
Science Fiction Seen from the Right (2016)
Ascended Masters -- Some Notes

fredag 22 juni 2018

Some Notes on the Career of Charles Yeager

This entry takes a look at the career of American aviator Charles Yeager (1923-). The main source is "Yeager: An Autobiography" by Yeager himself and Leo Janos (New York: Bantam 1985). (A Swedish version of the post can be found here.)

We would like to say that Charles Elwood “Chuck” Yeager was courageous. Details aside, he represents courage in his roles as fighter pilot, test pilot and breaker of the sound barrier, a man being able to fly almost any plane after only brief instructions. The pinnacles of his career deserve some awe. You can’t just relativize it and say that “he was merely the right man in the right place, if he hadn’t done it someone else would have done it” – which, for its part, is an attitude ending up in a grey no man’s land where there is no bravery, no responsibility, no creativity, no zest, no pizazz, no glory – nothing.

Yeager was born in 1923 in West Virginia as a hillbilly; he uses the term himself in his memoirs, belonging to a stock of poor white mountain-dwelling people. But it was a happy childhood with time off spent in the woods, like hunting and fishing. In 1941 he enlisted in the air force, he started as a mechanic and became a pilot because of an opportunity that presented itself. It quickly became clear that he had an inborn talent for flying.

WWII was raging by this time and the pilot cadets were taught the basics in the plane Bell P-39, a single-seat fighter with nose wheel and the engine behind the cockpit; disliked by combat pilots it had been reduced to the role of trainer aircraft. Yeager for his part liked the plane but he knew the chant (technically a limerick):
Don’t give me a P-39
with an engine that's mounted behind.
It'll tumble and roll,
and dig a big hole –
don't give me a P-39.
When the training was completed Yeager was stationed in England as Mustang pilot with the 9th Tactical Air Command. The year was 1944 and the task was to escort bombers on raids over Germany, and thanks to the Mustang the fighter squadrons now could follow the bombers quite a long way – for previously, when only Spitfires were available, the fighter escorts had to leave and return home when reaching the German border because of shorter range for this aircraft type. The Mustang, however, had drop tanks assuring a longer range – and it had four to six machine guns and a sleek design, a fine example of “what looks good usually is good”.

Another American landmark plane now putting its mark on history was the Thunderbolt, a more ungainly design but this single-engine fighter was better than the Mustang in the attack and ground support role. For instance, in the battle environment the radial engine of the Thunderbolt could sustain machine gun fire better than the Mustang inline engine.

Yeager’s WWII service over Europe was dramatic but we’ll bypass it here and move on to his postwar career, which began no less dramatically with him being a test pilot for the air force. It was an interesting time with jet planes coming of age and the implicit approaching of the mystic sound barrier – the very barrier that Yeager would be the first in the world to break through. It would be done in 1947 in the Bell X-1, a rocket plane designated for this.

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The speed of sound is approximately 1,000 km/h (= Mach 1). Already when reaching 800 km/h, for example with a piston engine aircraft in a dive, it was noticed how the plane started shaking and how the controls seemingly “froze,” they got stuck. This was due to pressure waves being formed at the speed of sound, shock waves hitting rudder and stabilizer making the plane uncontrollable; many had crashed in these circumstances. For example, the Brits at the time were flying their tailless de Havilland DH 108 very close to “sound barrier velocities” – but – the three extant DH 108 prototypes eventually crashed, one after the other. Due to it having no tail, like a Me 163...? Due to the magical qualities of “the sound barrier”...?

The signs were ominous. It was thought by some that the sound barrier was very tangible, a solid wall that all planes slammed into when they approached 1,000 km/h.

The American company Bell tried to approach the problem of supersonic speed with the system Bell X-1, a rocket plane carried by a B-29 bomber taking it up to cruise altitude, 7,500 m. When released from the mother ship, the X-1 pilot would ignite the plane’s four rockets and attempt at Mach 1 in a climb, not a dive. Also, the whole stabilizer could be tilted, operated with a servo, avoiding the controls to be stuck when the pressure waves hit.

This, with Yeager at the controls, did it. It took many flights, many briefings and de-briefings to get to the heart of the problem (like actually using the tilting stabilizer), but they did it. “The best men will have the best machines” as Jünger once said. It was state-of-the-art technology and timeless bravery in cooperation; like, at one stage in the program Yeager had the feeling that he really would make it, that the sound barrier was a myth, and this “willpower-and-vision of the hero” is crucial to get things done in this world. This is material in writing history. You can’t sit in a lab (or an HQ, or a café) and plan success – no, you have to “get up and go” too, tangibly test the system in real life.

Yeager’s historical Mach 1 flight (actually Mach 1.07 = 1,126 km/h), the breaking of the sound barrier, was done at Muroc Air Force Base in California, on 14 October 1947.

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Yeager stayed on for some years as test pilot at Muroc, subsequently renamed Edwards, flying rocket planes and prototype jet aircraft, designs benefiting from the research data gained by the X-1 flight. For instance, he tested what would become the Century series, planes like F-100 Super Sabre, F-104 Starfighter and so on, titanium shimmering symbols of the jet age. F stands for “fighter” and as fighter pilot Yeager belonged to the US Air Force Tactical Command; there were also bombers in the Strategic Air Command and air defense of the US mainland in the Air National Guard. Next, after being a test pilot Yeager had to serve in the Air Force “cold war front line” for a while, being appointed squadron commander of a fighter group, based in Germany; it had planes of the type F-86 Sabre.

An event worthy of note is the Hungary Crisis of 1956 when all NATO airbases were on alert; Yeager’s group even loaded small atomic bombs on their planes and were prepared to fly towards the Soviet Union to bomb it if necessary. But the alert was called off and Yeager was glad of this, for instance, because of not having to go bomb Moscow and thus not having to walk back, the range of the F-86 being rather limited for missions like these. “Being forced to go home by foot when you’ve dropped an atomic bomb” may sound irrelevant but it’s details like these you as a human can relate to, while a thing like dropping an atomic bomb over the enemy is difficult to really imagine.

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In the mid 60s Yeager was commander of the air force astronaut school in the X-15-project, based at Edwards. This was a further development of X-1 the and other experimental planes of the 50s, this one intended as a spaceship that could land aerodynamically and not as a space capsule virtually fall right down after launch and orbit. The X-15 project was subsequently wound down precisely in favor of “capsules and rockets” but it did contribute to the later concept of the Space Shuttle. And the X-15 itself really did go out into space, like in 1963 reaching the altitude of 107,000 m, the legal limit for space being 100,000 m. The X-15 would be taken up to normal flight altitude by being carried under the belly of a B-52; then it was released, switching on its rocket engines, striving for 80-100,000 m altitude and then glide down.

Yeager never flew this plane, he technically never was out in space but he did make one attempt at an altitude record in a F-104 Starfighter used at this astronaut flight school, the aircraft being equipped with an extra rocket engine at the rear enabling the ship to reach 30,000 m altitude, an altitude were the laws of aerodynamics stopped being applicable and you had to have special nozzles with hydrogen peroxide mounted on the plane to operate it. Thus equipped the plane roughly reminded you of an X-15 which was the whole point, the astronauts getting used to near-space properties flying it.

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One day in 1963 Yeager got the urge to set a new altitude record for aircraft having started by its own engine. The Russians had the current record, 38,160 m – and Yeager took the specially treated F-104 and got going. In the film The Right Stuff (1983) this is well rendered, a last heroic feat, a “final shot at glory” by Yeager to end the movie, the drama having begun with his X-1 flight in 1947 and having the Mercury space program in between. Yeager also, of course, tells of this height record attempt in his memoirs – and, there we read that he took the plane up to 10,000 m with ordinary jet engine power – and then switching on the booster rocket to strive for 30,000.

However, in this critical phase he began to lose control, having neither the power to go further up nor the power to pitch down the nose to get a better angle of attack, this “pitching down” to be done with the peroxide nozzles. Because, the air around was still too dense for the trustors to have any effect, they only worked in vacuum or near-vacuum. And the ordinary rudder and stabilizer didn’t work in this thin air. So he lost control of the plane and went into a spin, being finally forced to emergency eject by the catapult seat, gliding by parachute to the ground.

Details aside it was a dangerous ascent, like Yeager when free off the plane being hit by the ejected seat itself and, also, having difficulties to breathe. All told, a heroic feat.

As for the purpose of pitching down the nose, it was intended at reducing the pitch angle just a little and then continue the ascent to 38,000 m and higher to beat the record. The problem with the weak nozzles began at 32,000 m height.

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Yeager also had a tour of duty in Vietnam, for instance flying fighter bombers and lecturing the pilots on how to do it. By this time he became Brigadier General, a rank he also had when he retired. He admits that he was a good pilot while also not so versed in the theoretical side of flying. The latter, however, is needed when being a test pilot – but – when Yeager was flying the X-1 he had one fine engineer ally, breaking down the facts and figures for him. Otherwise, Yeager had a fine technical instinct bordering on intuition.

We shall end this with a few anecdotes from the memoirs – Yeager.

Pro primo. When jet planes came of age Yeager went around demonstrating this new phenomenon to the public, flying a P-80 Shooting Star. He would then fool people that the plane was started like a blow torch, having to put something like a burning newspaper behind the exhaust. Someone in the audience was asked to do this, light a newspaper and hold it behind the plane, and then Yeager would sit in the cockpit and start it the usual, correct manner by switching on the engine, which no one saw.

Pro secondo. When Yeager was test pilot, his wife was so accustomed to him risking his life on the job flying jet prototypes, that when he one day came home pale and sweaty after work she thought that he had been in a car accident. She didn’t connect it to the flying activity but this time it was a near run thing, he had been close to crashing in an X-1 A rocket plane. 

Pro tertio. Yeager was familiar with Jackie Cochran, a woman record-holding pilot married to a millionaire. When the husband died, his last wish was to have his ashes scattered over the large property he had. Yeager and a pilot buddy decided to spread the ash by aircraft. Said and done and up in the air, where one was at the control and the other spread the dust through an open door – but then it was noticed that this was no good method, half of the ashes blew back into the plane because of backwash...

The Legacy of Space
Actionism (2017)
(In Swedish) Same Text as in the Above Post, in Swedish
The aircraft on the book covers is Northrop F-20 Tigershark, a prototype developed from Northrop F-5 Freedom Fighter.

söndag 10 juni 2018

Intervjuer med mig

"Podcast radio" är en fin uppfinning.

I våras gjordes tre intervjuer med mig.

Den första var i mars på Red Ice Radio. Den handlade om mina senaste böcker, Burning Magnesium och Actionism. Showens värd Henrik Palmgren är svensk men intervjun sker på engelska.

Samma språk är de andra två intervjuerna från i år gjorda på:
. Rebel Yell från sydstatsradion Identity Dixie. Samtalet rör Actionism, Burning Magnesium, Ernst Jünger, science fiction och mycket annat. Täcker in så gott som hela mitt författarskap.

. Unslaved, där jag medverkade i april. Här talas om Actionism, tillståndet i västvärlden med mera. Unslaved är så vitt jag vet Kanada-baserad. Samt något mindre radikal än de två ovanstående.
Så, in alles, här har ni lyssningsvärt material. Bara att luta sig tilbaka och njuta. Om man vill höra mig prata.

Vad gäller att göra intervjuer på svenska så gör jag det ibland också. Förra hösten var jag till exempel med i Radio Motgift.

Högerradikal science fiction på svenska
Actionism [presentation på engelska]
Burning Magnesium [presentation på engelska]
Intervju med mig själv på denna blogg, 2016, på engelska
"Pterodaktyl över lavaflod". Målning av Robert Svensson.

fredag 8 juni 2018

Timeline of Conservative SF and Fantasy

This is a timeline of conservative SF and fantasy. Of books and films in the genre of fantastika. Of works having some discernible relation to eternal values -- values like faith, duty, honor, courage, willpower, justice and modesty. [A Swedish version of the post can be found here.]

1910 – Burroughs, A Princess of Mars
1923 – first issue of Weird Tales
1926 – first issue of Amazing Stories
1927 – Lang, Metropolis (film)
1927 – Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
1934 – Williamson, The Legion of Space
1937 – Tolkien, The Hobbit
1937 – John W. Campbell becomes editor of Astounding
1937 – Smith, Galactic Patrol
1939 – Jünger, On the Marble Cliffs
1940 – Boye, Kallocain
1945 – Lewis, That Hideous Strength
1946 – van Vogt, Slan
1948 – van Vogt, The World of Null-A
1949 – Heinlein, Space Cadet
1949 – Jünger, Heliopolis
1950 – Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
1952 – Simak, City
1953 – Campbell’s Astounding is awarded the Hugo for best sf magazine
1953 – Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
1954 – Anderson, The Broken Sword
1954-55 – Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
1956 – Heinlein, Time for the Stars
1957 – Jünger, The Glass Bees
1959 – Heinlein, Starship Troopers
1959 – Dickson, Dorsai!
1960 – Anderson, The High Crusade
1963 – Simak, Way Station
1965 – Herbert, Dune
1965 – Campbell gets his eighth and last Hugo for Astounding as best sf magazine
1968 – 2001, Kubrick movie and Clarke novel
1971 – Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
1972 – Spinrad, The Iron Dream
1973 – Raspail, The Camp of the Saints
1975 – Niven, Tales of Known Space
1977 – Jünger, Eumeswil
1977 – Lucas, Star Wars (film)
1979 – Pournelle, A Step Farther Out (essay)
1980 – Hodges, Flash Gordon (film)
1981 – Herbert, God Emperor of Dune
1981 – Boorman, Excalibur (film)
1984 – Holdstock, Mythago Wood
1984 – Lynch, Dune (film)
1997 – Verhoeven, Starship Troopers (film)
2001 – Kendall, Hold Back This Day
2001-2003 – Jackson, The Lord of the Rings (film series)
2004 – Wilson, Utopia X
2005 – Adamson, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (film)
2012-2014 – Jackson, The Hobbit (film series)
2014 – Vox Day’s “Hugo Wars” begins
2016 – Faye, Archeofuturism 2.0
2016 – Svensson, Science Fiction Seen From the Right (essay)
2017 – Svensson, Redeeming Lucifer

Science Fiction Seen From the Right
Redeeming Lucifer
Heinlein and My SF Study
Jünger, On the Marble Cliffs
Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait (2014)

onsdag 6 juni 2018

Reflektioner på nationaldagen 2018

Det är nationaldag idag. Då är det åter dags för mina årliga nationaldagsreflektioner.

Nationaldag... verkligen?

För mig är varje dag en nationaldag.

Men OK. Något ska jag väl kunna säga, dagen till ära.

Och jag anser detta: kampen är förvisso hård. Kampen för ett fritt Sverige är inte över än.


Det finns en del orsaker till optimism.

Minns ni förra hösten...?

I USA, i kölvattnet av Charlottesville, rev man ner statyer i parti och minut.

Traditionella monument över sydstatsgeneraler vanhelgades och togs ner.

Och sedan kom samma syndrom hit.

Man försökte åtminstone.

Men se, det blev inget av det...!

Man hotade med att riva ner Karl XII från sin piedestal i Kungsträdgården.

Men det gick inte. Det hela rann ut i sanden.

Varje nationalist och Sverigevän måste glädjas åt detta. Åt att traditionella statyer i Sverige inte kan angripas och utraderas hur som helst.

Detta är en symbolhändelse av stort värde.

Sverige är inte USA. Vi svenskar är ett folk med mångtusenåriga traditioner i detta land.

Detta är vår fädernejord. Genom att vara här och hävda vår rätt, drar vi kraft ur jorden.

Man kan säga: genom att propagera och verka här, på vår mångtusenåriga fädernejord, sätter vi kraft bakom orden -- kraften från jorden.

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Mer som är...? Anledningar till optimism...? "Reasons to be cheerful, part two"...?


Vi strider ju lite till mans mot antivitismens olagligheter. Och det är inte bara en kamp i uppförsbacke. Ty kulmen för antivitt sentiment i det här landet kom, anser jag, i början av 2010-talet. Med Facebook-gruppen "Vita kränkta män" osv.

Sedan kom maj 2012. Då statsministern nämnde "etniska svenskar" i förbigående. Låt mig här citera ur Ett rike utan like:
Fredrik Reinfeldt nämnde svenskar i maj 2012. Inte bara det; han nämnde etniska svenskar som om de existerade. Detta lyfte oss, detta förde oss ur det skuggornas rike vi levat i sedan 1945 då svenskar skulle förtigas och mörkas.

Man frågar sig om Reinfeldt sa detta för att smickra en vaknande nationalistisk opinion eller om han försa sig. Jag börjar luta åt det senare alternativet.

Nu finns den etniske svensken åter. Vi sju miljoner etniska svenskar har officiellt sett dagens ljus ånyo. Vi har förstås alltid funnits. Det var bara Reinfeldts utsaga i maj 2012 som gav ”etniska svenskar” plats i debatten. Att någon debattör i TV sa att "etniska svenskar" är "ett oerhört farligt språkbruk", det ändrar inget.
Detta var kulminationspunkten i slaget mot antivitismen, så vitt jag kan se. Helle Kleins ryande om hur farligt det är att ens nämna "etniska svenskar", klingar idag ohört.

Etniska svenskar är idag ett begrepp.

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Det är inte helt mörkt. Kampen för ett fritt Sverige, där dess traditionella majoritetsbefolkning kan känna sig trygg, fortgår.

Man kan inte krossa det traditionella Sverige så lätt.

Detta skriver jag också om i Ett rike utan like. Jag går igenom hur "Sverige" varit ett traditionellt begrepp, även före den programmatiska nationalismens 1800-tal. Jag skriver bland annat:
Så, ärevördiga medieelit och akademiska historiker, finns Sverige eller inte? Har svenskar existerat som en historisk verklighet sedan urminnes tider? Har gult och blått förekommit som nationella vapenfärger sedan medeltiden? Ropade Karl XII vid Poltava ”svenskar, svenskar” eller inte? – Den som betvivlar detta har ett omfattande förnekelsearbete framför sig.
Detta sägs i kapitel 5 av Ett rike utan like -- Sveriges historia.

Detta är den enda svenska historiebok idag som säger att svenskar existerar som ett särpräglat folk.

Alla andra samtida historiker förnekar det.

Nu säger en röst inom mig att man kanske inte ska vanhelga nationaldagen med att sälja böcker under den. Men jag kan heller inte tiga om detta. Ett rike utan like är mitt statement som nationalist. Jag puffar för denna bok hela året, inte bara på nationaldagen. Därför vore jag ju galen om jag programmatiskt undvek att tala om den idag, 6 juni, Sveriges nationaldag.

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Sverige är mig kärt. Och nog har jag snappat upp en del nationalistiska memer under min levnad. Utan att jag för den skull varit organiserad nationalist.

Till exempel: i mitt föräldrahem under 60- och 70-tal rådde kanske inte programmatisk nationalism. Men heller inte "antinationalism".

Vi ärade Sverige helt enkelt, i en tyst men omisskännlig anda.

Under min ungdom tog jag till mig gamla, undanskymda och förtigna slagord som...

"Flamma stolt, mot dunkla skyar..."

"Sjung, svenska folk..."

"Varer svenske..."

Och sådana nordiska kraftord kommer åter för mig när jag nu, nationaldagen 6 juni 2018, tänker på mitt älskade Sverige, hånat och släpat i smutsen av ovärdiga makthavare.

Sverige av idag lider. Regeringen för en galen, antisvensk politik.

Men ännu finns i folkdjupet något av den gamla, nationella glöden kvar. Och konjunkturmässigt är allt inte svart. Se ovan, med mina reflektioner om statyernas icke-nedrivande i detta land och antivitismens kulmen 2012.

Så Sverige går ännu att rädda.

Folkets kamp är folkets hopp...!

Ett rike utan like
RF säger inte att Sverige är mångkulturellt
Högerradikal sf på svenska
Bloggens tioårsjubileum
"Svecia". Akvarell av Robert Svensson.

tisdag 29 maj 2018

Lennart Svensson: biografi med galleri

Lennart Svensson är en svensk författare.

Lennart Svensson föddes 1965. Vaggan stod i Åsele i Västerbottens inland. Från 1974 bodde familjen i Övik i Västernorrland.

1984-85 gjorde Svensson värnplikten vid I 21 i Sollefteå. Därefter styrdes kosan till Uppsala där han skaffade sig en kockutbildning och en fil kand.

Svensson började publicera sig i bokform 2007. Härmed ett urval av hans verk:
. Eld och rörelse (2007). Novellsamling som var Svenssons skönlitterära debut. Pdf:en finns fritt nedladdningsbar; mer info i detta inlägg.
. Antropolis (2009). Svenssons debutroman. Än finns ex att köpa av författaren.
. Till Smaragdeburg (2010). En roman à la Bunyans Kristens resa: en man beger sig genom ett psykologiskt landskap och möter på vägen olika typiska karaktärer.
. Ett rike utan like (2017). En historik över Sverige från Hedenhös till idag, allt med en radikalkonservativ vinkel. Mer info här.
. Trotylstorm i öster (2018). Ännu en historisk essä, nu över östfronten under andra världskriget. Läs om själva krigsförloppet, Sven Hassel, Alexander Kluge, Clausewitz mm. mm.

Resten av detta inlägg ägnas ett fotogalleri.

I svenska fjällen 1980 (Saltoluokta).

Studentexamen, Nolaskolan, Övik 1984. Svensson gick samhällsvetenskaplig linje.

Fanvakt på Svenska flaggans dag, Sollefteå, 6 juni 1985. Svensson är andreman från vänster.

Kock i Uppsala, 1988.

På besök i föräldrahemmet, januari 1989.

Semesterresa i Dalarna 1989.

Steninge slott, Uppland, 2004.

Bredvid en tavla målad av brodern Robert, från den senares retrospektiv i Sundsvall 2017.

Att vara Västerbottensförfattare
Fil kand i indologi

lördag 26 maj 2018

Tidslinje: konservativ sf och fantasy

This is a Swedish version of a "Timeline of Conservative SF and Fantasy". In other words, the English version is found here. -- Konservativ sf och fantasy: det är fantastika som bekräftar traditionella värderingar. Såsom tro, ära, plikt, heder, flit, storsinthet, ansvar. Härmed en tidslinje för sådan fantastika. Med lämpliga länkar.

1910 – Burroughs, John Carter -- krigsherre på Mars
1927 – Lang, Metropolis (film)
1927 – Lovecraft, Sökandet efter det drömda Kadath
1934 – Williamson, Rymdlegionen
1937 – Tolkien, Bilbo
1937 – John W. Campbell blir redaktör för Astounding
1937 – Smith, Galactic Patrol
1939 -- Jünger, På Marmorklipporna
1945 – Lewis, Vredens tid
1949 – Heinlein, Rymdkadetten
1949 -- Jünger, Heliopolis
1950 – Lewis, Häxan och lejonet
1953 – Campbells Astounding får Hugopriset för bästa sf-magasin
1953 -- Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
1954-55 -- Tolkien, Sagan om ringen
1956 – Heinlein, Stjärnorna väntar
1957 -- Jünger, Gläserne Bienen
1959 – Heinlein, Starship Troopers
1959 – Dickson, Dorsai!
1963 – Simak, Porten till stjärnorna
1965 – Herbert, Dune
1965 – Campbell får sin åttonde Hugo för Astounding som bästa sf-magasin
1968 – 2001, Clarkes roman och Kubricks film
1971 – Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
1972 – Spinrad, The Iron Dream
1973 – Raspail, The Camp of the Saints
1975 – Niven, Tales of Known Space
1977 – Lucas, Star Wars (film)
1977 -- Jünger, Eumeswil
1979 – Pournelle, A Step Farther Out (essä)
1980 – Hodges, Flash Gordon (film)
1981 – Boorman, Excalibur (film)
1984 – Holdstock, Mythago Wood
1984 – Lynch, Dune (film)
1997 – Verhoeven, Starship Troopers (film; länken går till romanversionen)
2001 – Kendall, Hold Back This Day
2001-2003 – Jackson, Sagan om ringen (filmserie)
2004 – Wilson, Utopia X
2005 – Adamson, Häxan och lejonet (film)
2012-2014 – Jackson, Bilbo (filmserie)
2014 – Vox Days "Hugo Wars" börjar
2016 – Faye, Archeofuturism 2.0
2016 -- Svensson, Science Fiction Seen From the Right
2017 -- Svensson, Redeeming Lucifer

Holdstock: Mythago Wood
Heinlein: Starship Troopers
Motpol: Om "Hugo Wars"
På engelska: Science Fiction Seen From the Right
På engelska: Redeeming Lucifer