The Ancient of Days

Oh-my-days.

“The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet’s, but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic’s.” G.K Chesterton, “What’s Wrong with the World.”

In a world that is a paradox, in a realm that is drowning in swirling, whirling and overwhelming data, it does seem that only a poet can make sense of it. A poet, you see, is like a distiller who uses a scientific process to produce a whisky. A poet takes the ridiculous data ingredients, mixes and heats them, allows it to ferment in the copper still of his psyche before collecting, drip-by-drip, the cognitive and imaginative output, bottling it and serving it as a shot – to the heart and the head.

If you don’t understand that, then that may be because I can only hint at what I am getting at. The accompanying Roguecast shows that I did not travel to a wild place, merely to a relatively hidden one, next to a beech tree, atop an escarpment and above the river Derwent.

Neither do I claim to be an outright poet – though at one time I did perform as one, was published and did host a monthly poetry night in a bar called the Alley Cafe in Nottingham.

I have been here for 22,506 days and I have more days behind me than ahead. So it goes. I’ve been publishing my writings at roguemale.org since 2013 but I grow increasingly weary of the digital world just as I grow weary of the material world. I am passing through and I don’t seek to leave a trail but, on the other hand, there is always a nagging thought that it is nigh on time for me to slip out and away from this digital world, to publish my writings in book form and announce (to those who may be interested) my final rejection of the digital word as being as erroneous and irrelevant as digital currency.

That said, here is a caveat: back in 2017, I took my derisory compensation from my successful lawsuit against Notts police and purchased a single Bitcoin for £1,700. Over the course of the next 8 years, it continued to rise in ‘value’ and by the summer of 2025, it had risen to c. £95,000 and whilst I only have some 10% of a BTC left, it did prove to be a useful purchase that went some way to providing the credits that a freemasonic judge determined I was not entitled to on the basis that I am only a peon and not a highfaluting lawyer and member of the BAR.

Which reminds me of the expression, “You don’t get what you deserve, you get what you are.”

Western Civilisation is infested. We all know it and some of us are even prepared to state who and what the parasitic infection is. In 1956, Douglas Reed finished his impressive tome, “The Controversy of Zion” (COZ). On page 380, he exposes how the Jewish invention, ‘Communism’ (the twin to ‘Zionism’) was laid bare by the uncovering of the traitors McClean and Burgess who had been the treacherous agents of ZOG since their youths,

“the control of state policy at the highest level which was gained by the infestation of the Western countries. It was this that enabled arms, supplies, wealth , military operations and the conduct of Western politicians at top-level conferences all to be guided into a channel where trey would produce the maximum gain, in territory and armed strength, for the evolutionary state [the Jewish Zio Soviet Union).”

God only knows what Mr Reed would make of the current state of the West – perhaps the juxtaposition of these two images of the French football team sum it up rather well:

One of the aspects of this infestation is the censorship of language and thought that comes with it – the ADL, Southern Poverty Law Centre, Friends of Israel, George Soros Foundation, with nonsensical terms like ‘anti-Semitism’; ‘anti-Zionism’ used to shut up any and all dissent. Another aspect of this is the ages-old built-in protections that the ruling classes always has at its disposal in order to maintain its slippery grip on matters of control.

The system will always apologise and protects its ‘own’ at every juncture. The control it has from the top down is illustrated every day and in this example, from Wayne Leighton of York in his dispute with the council over its unlawful tax, we see exactly how it operates:

It’s very interesting that the government now want to change the particulars of our claim from what constitutes authority, to how the council can provide their own made paperwork as evidence of a court order, without confirming the legal basis of entry into someone’s house, on the basis the government is not seeking a claim of declaration on that issue any more, because they now deem it ‘unnecessary’, even though it’s not their claim. Source: Facebook

The infection is deeper than what Larkin Rose refers to as ‘Statism’ for that is hardly an adequate explanation. Is it not more accurate to state it as being ‘The Problem of Judaic Zionism?’

Why? Because the Freemasons, the Church, the Government, the Judiciary and the Civil service et al have jointly and severally been captured by the Judaic-Zionist Cult. Thus, they are each infected with a parasitic influence and control. Like rotting wood, the institutions are riddled with lice. The characteristic quality of which means that they will protect their own at any cost.

I frequently find myself contemplating how the poli-puppets, the judiciary, the barristers the solicitors, the local council officers, the police and all white collar workers/servants are unable to see the error of their ways. White collar crime is the ‘virus’ (a widespread scourge) that has infected every level of the body politic.

The depth of this crime is made no clearer than in Restore Britain’s Public Report on the Industrial Scale rape of 250,000 White English girls. It reveals how, time after time, the various agencies of society, whose very purposes are to protect and care for the vulnerable, utterly failed in every regard to protect those girls.

In fact, for fear of being labelled ‘racist’, they protected the predatory Pakistani Muslim perverts and, in many cases, encouraged the continuance of the systemic racist crimes by third-world, low I.Q aliens whose lust for white women has been fuelled by the Jewish pornographers whose filth has spread into their fetid in-bred heads. And, of course, these aliens have also been let in to the country by the same Jewish misanthropes in the age old tradition of their treacherous ancestors who also opened the city gates to the Moslem hoards.

Bullshit slogans like ‘Britain was built on diversity’ continue to linger in spite of the facts and are parroted by those who should-but-clearly-don’t know better.

A cursory examination of the now-departed PM, Sir Kweir Starmer’s involvement as a barrister in opening the gates to the low I.Q pawns will reveal that he was a tool of Soros’ open borders funded scam perfectly illustrates the point.

In his resignation speech, the fool tearfully claims to love his country and yet he has systematically and demonstrably been instrumental its its destruction.

Just like the rest of the white-collared criminals, he has put the interests of foreign entities before those of the natives.

And yet, none of them seem able to realise how compromised and enslaved to the Judaic Zionist financiers they are.

The Ancient of Days.

In ‘The Secret of Father Brown’, G. K Chesterton writes about how such seemingly ‘respectable’ types are able to carry out their crimes. In his view, and it’s one that I share, they are blinded by their Godless gross materialism:

“Then I thought of another sort of heathen: the sort that is not destroying the world but entirely depending on the world. I thought that, save for the grace of God, I might have been a man for whom the world was a blaze of electric lights, with nothing but utter darkness beyond and around it. The worldly man, who really lives only for this world and believes in no other, whose worldly success and pleasure are all he can ever snatch out of nothingness – that is the man who will really do anything, when he is in danger of losing the whole world and saving nothing. It is not the revolutionary man but the respectable man who would commit any crime – to save his respectability. Think what exposure would mean to a man like that fashionable barrister; and exposure of the one crime still really hated by his fashionable world – treason against patriotism. If I had been in his position, and had nothing better than his philosophy, heaven alone knows what I might have done. That is just where this little religious exercise is so wholesome.”

“These criminals with small minds are always quite conventional. They become criminals out of sheer conventionality.”

There, but for the grace of God walk I.

And that, dear reader, is the whole thing in a nutshell – without God’s grace, by which I mean without any appreciation of the Supreme Creator and his Love, I would surely be walking in the same hellish landscape, one in which I would avert my gaze and divert my attention from the destruction and the horrors that lie all around me., wilfully blind to it all and finding false solace in the gross material slop of a fake world characterised by digital dollars, the acquisition and the theft of property and allegiance to the false god of Judaism.

And therein lies the real horror – the emptiness, the void, the heart of darkness.

It goes by many names.

The vampire’s bloodlust, the cannibal’s fleshly pursuits and the financiers’ greed can never be satiated – they exist in the hungry ghost realm where bellies are never full and mouths are too small.

A realm where, quite literally, enough is never enough. And all the while, these materialist satanists’ days are numbered, despite their ever more crazy and absurd efforts to prolong them.

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Footnote: the instrumental accompaniment to the Roguecast is“O Worship the King” , one of my favourite hymns from my childhood – it was the following lyrics which first introduced me to the concept of the Ancient of Days, which, of course, is a direct reference to God. “It was composed by  Sir Robert Grant (1779–1838), a British lawyer, politician, and Governor of Bombay, India. He wrote it around 1833; it was published posthumously in a more complete form in 1839 and is a paraphrase of Psalm 104, which praises God as Creator with vivid imagery of light, thunder, mountains, and providence. Grant drew from an earlier paraphrase by William Kethe (1561).” (Grok summary)