By Max Musson:
It was a time of great confusion and frustration, but the Sun shone, bunting fluttered in the breeze, banners flew and music played creating an atmosphere of hope resurgent. Then, accompanied by a shrill fanfare, Dr Strangeways mounted the dais before the assembled mass of those who seek life everlasting.
“Good morning my friends”, he called to the people.
“Good morning!” they all replied.
“This morning I shall conduct an experiment in which I will demonstrate the creation of the ‘Elixir of Life’”, Dr Strangeways proclaimed, and the gathered throng cheered enthusiastically, waving their banners in jubilant expectation.
Several pretty young girls spontaneously climbed onto the shoulders of their male companions and pulling off their T shirts, began to sway back and forth bare breasted in time to the joyous singing of their compatriots.
“In this test tube I have a quantity of pure spring water”, Dr Strangeways called to his audience, “and from this other test tube, I will mix in the vital ingredient. It is called ‘Essence of Political Party No. 48’, otherwise known colloquially to my staff and I as ‘The United Kingdom Independence Party’.
“If when I mix this essence with the pure spring water, the resultant solution remains clear, then we will have failed. But if the solution turns red, white and blue, then that will signify that we have indeed created the Elixir of Life!”
The people screamed with delight in anticipation of a successful outcome and the pretty girls bounced up and down so that their breasts bobbed enticingly for the appreciation of their male companions. The audience swayed together in song and it was indeed a magical moment to behold.
Dr Strangeways began to mix the essence with the pure spring water and as he did so a silence fell upon the people.
They waited, they waited, and they waited, and slowly the resultant solution did begin to change colour. Turning not red, white and blue, but instead two different colours began to emerge, yellow and purple.
The people gasped in wonderment and many began to cheer, believing that the miracle they had all been waiting for was actually happening, but Dr Strangeways called for them to stop, “This is not how it is meant to be”, he shouted, “this is not the Elixir of Life, this is but a pale imitation of that wonderous substance!”
An eerie silence fell upon the people and in his disappointment Dr Strangeways sank to the floor, holding his head in his hands. He said nothing.
The crowd waited, but eventually the pretty girls pulled their T shirts back on and as the crowd turned to walk home, Dr Strangeways called out, “But please don’t give up, I will conduct a further experiment with a new and even better essence”.
The people smiled, thankful that there was at least some ray of hope and continued on their way home as night began to descend upon them.
Long after the crowd had gone, Dr Strangeways noticed a tall figure standing in the shadow of a large tree, silhouetted against the moonlight.
“Who are you”, called the Doctor, “and why are you still here when everyone else has gone?”
“I am but a humble messenger,” replied the man, “sent to deliver a message of truth regarding your essences – let us call it the essential truth”.
“The truth, about my essences, whatever can you mean?” Dr Strangeways asked.
“Alone your essences are not enough to create the Elixir of Life, dear Doctor. If you are to succeed in your quest, you must obtain more ingredients”.
“What ingredients are these, messenger,” Dr Strangeways asked, “and where will I find them?”
The messenger stepped forward and gestured towards the tree, beneath which he had been sheltering.
“This tree is the Tree of Truth and Knowledge, and it has stood here all these years ignored by you and ignored by the crowd. But the tree has six gifts for you, six phials, each containing a substance vital to your quest and without which the Elixir of Life will continue to elude you.
“You must climb the tree and recover the phials that hang from its uppermost branches. Then and only then, will you have the wherewithal necessary to create the Elixir of Life”.
With that the messenger turned away and in a moment he was gone, as if he had melted into the shadows, and Dr Strangeways was alone at the foot of the tree.
The next morning, the people were called again to assemble at a pre-ordained time in front of the dais. The Sun shone, bunting fluttered in the breeze, banners flew and music played, creating once more an atmosphere of hope resurgent. Again a cheer went up as the fanfare sounded and Dr Strangeways mounted the dais before the assembled mass of those who sought life everlasting.
“Good morning my friends”, he called to the people.
“Good morning!”, they all replied.
“This morning I shall conduct one final experiment in which I will at last demonstrate the creation of the ‘Elixir of Life’”, the Doctor proclaimed, and the gathered throng cheered enthusiastically, waving their banners in expectation.
Several pretty young girls again climbed onto the shoulders of their male companions and pulling off their T shirts, began swaying back and forth bare breasted in time to the joyous singing of their compatriots.
“In this test tube I have a quantity of pure spring water”, the Doctor called to his audience, “and into this test tube, I will mix the contents of these phials – contents that are the vital prerequisites needed for us to create the ‘Elixir of Life’ and subsequently, as a people, to enjoy life everlasting!”
“If when I mix these Six Prerequisites with the pure spring water, the resultant solution remains clear, then we will have failed. But if the solution turns red, white and blue, then that will signify that we have at last created the Elixir of Life!”
The people called out in anticipation of a successful outcome and the pretty girls bounced up and down so that their breasts bobbed enticingly for the appreciation of their male companions. The audience swayed together in song and it was indeed a magical moment to behold.
Dr Strangeways began to mix the contents of the six phials with the pure spring water and as he did so a silence fell upon the people.
They waited, they waited, and they waited, and for what seemed like an eternity the resultant solution remained clear. But then, just as those of little faith were about to give up, Dr Strangways began to laugh ecstatically and a wave of euphoria spread throughout the crowd, for the liquid was changing colour and this time the colours that formed were those of which the people had dreamed for many a long year.
This was the fulfillment of the Doctor’s quest and the crowds celebrated his success. The young men danced with their pretty companions still swaying bare breasted upon their shoulders, their arms held aloft. The people sang and kissed each other and young couples laughed as they made love in a festival of joy and triumphant exultation.
They sang and they danced and they made love! They made love, they danced and they sang, for they had an eternity before them and the entire Cosmos to fill with their kind.
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All of which makes one wonder why we nationalists have taken so long to appreciate the Essential Truths?
We need to build an organisation that will act in the interests of our people, securing for us as a people, life everlasting, but this organisation needs to be so much more than just another political party.
This website ‘Western Spring’ is your window into a world of new thinking and exciting new developments aimed at forging a new revitalised nationalist movement.
Once we have the resources, the infrastructure and the funding necessary to win – the Six prerequisites – then and only then, shall we mount our challenge for sovereign political power, at a time when we will have the support of a broad movement capable of sustaining us all the way through to eventual victory.
By Max Musson © 2014
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If you want to help build our Movement of National Salvation, then email your contact details to [email protected] and I will be in touch.
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katana
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Please, sir, I want some more. More bobbing breasts, if you please? …
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An entertaining and thoughtful follow-up piece on UKIP’s good showing.
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Yes, indeed, we do want more. A damn lot more, including the traitorous elite, tribe member or not, cleared out along with their imported immigrants.
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I have issues regarding the “Six Prerequisites”, but practically speaking the message is right. We need serious long terms strategies to undo the consequences of the very long term ongoing war against the White race by the usual suspects.
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From the tribe controlled Wikipedia: “The elixir of life, also known as elixir of immortality and sometimes equated with the philosopher’s stone, is a mythical potion that, when drunk from a certain cup at a certain time, supposedly grants the drinker eternal life and/or eternal youth.”
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The white race is headed, over several generations, for practical extinction as a result of the singular efforts of the tribe. In other words you and your extended family are being targeted for extinction.
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Hatred is the healthiest response towards such enemies.
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If we don’t fight back with ‘righteous vengeance’ against these psychopathic deceivers, killers, there will be no White breasts in the future, bobbing or not.
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Shaun
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The way I see it is simple: if we, the part of the White race designed by nature to protect the interests of our people, are a true representative of our people we will succeed. All nationalist movements need the 6 pre-requisites and all nationalist movements need to get serious! It isn’t a game! Going to a meeting 5 times a year is no longer enough.
Max Musson
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Absolutely right, Shaun!
Shaun
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Without being big headed, I know I’m right! Look at the demonstrations that the NF, the BNP, and the EDL have engaged in. No tactics, no organization, no purpose, and, most important, NO UNDERSTANDING OF ASTHETICS.
How do you expect young, attractive White guys to be interested in a ”movement” that isn’t cool. Why aren’t the nationalist movements wearing certain types of clothes, placing a high value on physical training — that way, the will women come. Then you’ll start winning.
I’m not talking about some Zio-nonsence of creating a movement that turns into a great big orgy — no! I’m dead against that type of decadence! But, even if Freud was a sick man in other respects, he was right in one key area: man is driven to impress the opposite sex. There is also nothing wrong with that instinct if that looked at in an Aryan way…..
Shakespeare said if all the women in the world died out all the money, luxury and power in the world mean nothing. In the demonstration part of our movement they need to place themselves above the crowd — this can only be done through the application of an external will. Forget equality: our young White males need to be disciplined, not respected….
The ideological (boring theory) part of our movement needs to be organized by an elite who are better than the people in power — more intelligent, more determined, more cohesive, more radicalized. Speaking for myself, a man who has never entered the tradional education System, when I come into contact with our so-called intellengsia in my mid twenties I realized one thing: they are a bunch of idiots. It is criminal, in the Darwinian sense, that the nationalist part of our race isn’t winning already — we just need commitment!
keith axon
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An ELITE was once created in the UK twice by two Great men O M and JT but the first failed because of a war and its aftermath.
The second elite a;though much smaller were also created by a great man but he failed because it did not grow sufficiently able to prevent some of the rot in its own ranks from betraying the roots of our movement for the populist path and they followed a charlatan called Griffin.
The small man called Griffin has overseen the near destruction of our movement politically and he may well be a State operative or if not then he is a megalomaniac egotist that is even more dangerous than the former.
As for our future, it lies in Unity of action and strategy and order and disciplin of our fragmented street movement that will rebuild what has been nearly distroyed
Steven
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Sir Oswald Mosley had bundles of charisma – a human quality that would be an asset to any political party but seems to be be particularly important to the so-called ‘far right’. Mosley was the one real asset the BUF had. If only a guy with his charisma lived in our era and led a nationalist party.
Shaun
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Well, we won’t be able to do anything if we just meet up 5 times a year for some poxy meeting. Also, creating glorified book clubs is also a load of nonsense….
We need a real movement and that involves a real amount of effort. Show me this elite that Mosley and Tyndall created. They couldn’t have been that great (with respect) they didn’t sort out our problems, did they? I’m sorry, the new breed of nationalists is going to be the one that does it. No more messing about — we have twenty years, we have to fulfil our duties to our people or else we are unworthy to call ourselves Europeans!
keith axon
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We all grow old and over the hill,So Well I await the emergence of your new bread to lead us to the promised land ,it has not shown itself yet
frederickdixon
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I have carefully examined all the pictures illustrating this article and have failed to detect a single bare breast, let alone two. I want my money back!
Max Musson
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Lol!
SerpentSlayer
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Can you guarantee that the young women will take their tops off? It’s an awful lot of work for everyone if they dont.