Metaphysical Creativity

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Metaphysical Creativity: or, The Higher Organism That Is The White Race
by Rev. Kirk Schmidt

Metaphysical Creativity: or, The Higher Organism That Is The White Race

In the process of my exposition of the glorious Creed of Creativity and promotion of White Racial Unity to our White Brothers and Sisters in my surrounding area, I have been confronted with the repetition of several questions such as, "What is it that you worship? What constitutes the White Race? Do you believe in God? But what about Jesus? But when I die, where am I going to go?" etc. These questions (usually asked in the sequence above) have been posed by divergent members of our Race, not all of whom were overt or even conscious Christians.

My attempts at responding with cogent and constructive answers has set my mind to contemplating the metaphysical aspects of the White Racial Organism, in which we, as members of the Great White Race, represent individual cells. These cells (us) are interconnected across expanses of land and sea, by the uniformity of our common Race and the sovereignty of our Racial Soul. As we breathe, so does the White Race. As we reproduce our own kind, so does the White Race grow. It becomes cancerous and dies when subjected to the bastardy of miscegenation.

This higher organism, the White Race, bears no resemblance to any sort of spook; it is muscle and bone, flesh and blood. It is real and yet, it does possess attributes in its collective life that are beyond the scope its individual members, in addition to the aforementioned world-encompassing physical body of our Race.

While we, as White men and women, can reasonably expect no more than decades of struggle, the life span of the White Race extends hundreds of thousands of years into the past and has the potential of proceeding triumphantly virtually indefinitely into the future. It can thus be viewed as nearly immortal (contingent upon the life sustaining capacity of our earth and its sun), though certainly not invulnerable. Its continued existence is dependent on the strong defense of its members against alien collective racial organisms, i.e., the Jewish race, the nigger race, etc.

Another transcendent aspect of our Race is its evolutionary growth over the past millennia. While it is true that there is much potential for growth as individuals over a lifetime, this progress pales into insignificance when compared to the evolutionary life of our Race and it must also be acknowledged that our individual life potential is predicated to a large degree upon the genetic quality of our forebears.

That many of our ancestors did not guard their genetic treasures with utmost vigilance is evident by the current stagnation of our Race. It is the goal of the Jewish Occupied Government, as well as all of the other governments in the world under which White men and women suffer in bondage, to transform this small stream of blood contamination into a raging flood of mud, drowning and murdering an organism that is literally hundreds of thousands of years old, and we, members of this ancient organism, are expected and in fact commanded by "our" tyrannical rulers to applaud our own demise. We are told by our executioners that we must spit upon the graves of our ancestors, that we must curse the names of our heroes so that we may enter oblivion with a clear conscience!

The Mighty Creed of Creativity is a biological reaction to this genocidal disease and we, as Creators, are the first line of defense, analogous to the white blood cells of the human body. Creativity is a natural reaction to the ideological poison of Christianity which has so sickened the minds of our people. Our Race has sorely needed Creativity for a very long time.

Finally now, thanks to the great work of our beloved Founder, Ben Klassen, we have the religious and ideological weapon to fight the vile lies of Christianity, communism, universal egalitarianism, and all the other racially self-destructive ideas promulgated by the infernal Jews. Now is the time to stir the White Colossus from its slumber, its dream world of spooks in the sky, and force the confrontation with the harsh reality of racial survival. Now is the time to awaken the sleeping giant ... RAHOWA!