Four years ago today I published an open letter renouncing my life & all my meager accomplishments, disappeared into the woods, and underwent a religious journey. Here is the full text of that letter:
To the Grey World of Man:
They say that only failures become revolutionaries; that those who perpetrate violence in the name of a great cause only do so because they have failed at everything else in life. In other words, they only become revolutionaries because they have achieved nothing of value in the “real” world.
Witness ye the glory of my life at 29 years of age: I have four children, each of whom should be the envy of every parent in the world; I have attained a Baccalaureate Degree in Philosophy with honors; I have attained a Doctorate in Law, cum laude; I have acquired licenses in the profession of law in the States of New York, Illinois, and Florida; I am scheduled to acquire two more such licenses in North Carolina and Massachusetts; I am Editor-in-Chief of a poetry journal; I run an independent publishing company; I have opened my own law office in downtown Orlando; I am an MBA candidate; and I have accomplished a few other things that will remain off the record for now.
I am of genius intellect and cultured, well-educated and creative, well-mannered and refined. I am God’s gift to humankind where the English language is concerned, and I also happen to have a basic knowledge of Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, and Italian. I am musical and artistic; I am athletic and possessed of militant self-discipline; and I am many other things. I have a Cadillac and a poodle, multiple computers and a personal library; I live in an apartment downtown, right across the street from the courthouse; I have been to Paris and Vancouver, to Cairo and Dubrovnik, to Mexico City and Siracusa. I dress better than all of you, pronounce my words perfectly, and have a winning, professional handshake. I am everything you ever wanted to be.
I challenge any of you, then, to accuse me of being a failure in this artificial civilization of yours. For it is beyond dispute that I have played your petty game, and I have won.
But your game no longer holds any interest for me. Your architecture is vapid and worthless, as is your decadent culture, the mindless drivel you call music, the filth you call democracy. You waste your lives watching pure excrement on television, shopping at the strip malls, planning your vacations to resorts and theme parks. The Internet, with its infinitude of information, is used for reading celebrity gossip and watching sitcoms. You have begun to reduce argument to memes and human communication to trite sound bites. Life has become trivial – and if you cannot feel the human spirit decaying, you are already dead.
As for those in the profession of law: The vast majority of you are nothing more than parasites. The only reason you eat, the only reason you can afford to have roofs over your heads, is that the lives of others have been ruined by the very laws and social order you claim to be legitimate. You feed off others like worms, and were this world and their lives just and in order, you would be out of work. Look upon your lives, and repent.
This modern civilization of which you are all so fond deserves naught from me but the violence of my contempt; and if you were strong enough, you would hold the same contempt and turn your torches upon the world as I shall.
WITNESS YE MY RENUNCIATION:
I hereby renounce my licenses to practice law, my diplomas, my affiliation with Rollins, DePaul, and the University of South Florida, my United States citizenship, my membership in the Roman Catholic Church, my law firm, my publishing company and poetry journal, and all of my material possessions.
To those who believe that this great renunciation is evidence of mental illness rather than the initiation of a spiritual journey: If my example stirs nothing in you, if you can see no further than the confines of what your secular humanism and its hallowed psychiatry allow, then there is nothing I can say to you that would wake you from your slumber. You are less than the beast in man. You are fungi. Would to God that you pass quickly from this Earth.
HEAR YE MY FINAL WORDS IN PEACETIME:
I have prophesied for years that I was born for a Great War; that if I did not witness the coming of the Second American Civil War I would begin it myself. Mark well: That day is fast coming upon you. On the New Moon of May, I shall disappear into the Wilderness. I will return bearing Revolution, or I will not return at all.
War Be unto the Ends of the Earth,
AUGUSTUS SOL INVICTUS
ORLANDO, FLORIDA, USA
XX APRILIS MMXIII SATVRNVS
In all this time, I have never penned a response to all the hysteria surrounding the letter. Today is the day.
Religious mystics from time immemorial have recognized the division between the world of man and the Kingdom of God. A million names have been given to “the world,” and a million to “Heaven.” In my own language, they are the Grey World of Man and the World of Spirit.
Recognition of this divide presents us all with a question: In which world do you place your faith? Holy men, monks, priests, pilgrims, and all manner of religious devotees have chosen to retire from the Grey World of Man to seek God in the Wilderness. Such a journey means nothing to the secularist, but to a theist like the Christ or an atheist like the Buddha, that journey is life & death itself.
At 29 years of age, Siddharta left his palace. When he was “about thirty years of age,” the Christ entered the Wilderness and was tempted by the Devil. And as you can see from the text of my letter, I was at this age when I renounced the Grey World of Man and entered the Wilderness myself.
The first response to the letter was terror. Members of my own religious Order called the FBI. The administrations at DePaul (my law school) and Rollins (my graduate business school) called the authorities, as well. Everyone went into a panic, thinking I had snapped and was about the climb a clock tower with a sniper rifle.
The second response, following close on the heels of the first, was mockery. This response is typically voiced in one of two ways: either they raised a question as to my mental health, or they laughed at the “accomplishments” I listed in this particular paragraph:
I am of genius intellect and cultured, well-educated and creative, well-mannered and refined. I am God‟s gift to humankind where the English language is concerned, and I also happen to have a basic knowledge of Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, and Italian. I am musical and artistic; I am athletic and possessed of militant self-discipline; and I am many other things. I have a Cadillac and a poodle, multiple computers and a personal library; I live in an apartment downtown, right across the street from the courthouse; I have been to Paris and Vancouver, to Cairo and Dubrovnik, to Mexico City and Siracusa. I dress better than all of you, pronounce my words perfectly, and have a winning, professional handshake. I am everything you ever wanted to be.
If you cannot discern the tongue-in-cheek nature of this entire paragraph, you are an idiot, plain & simple. Go take a remedial class on reading comprehension, and come back to us later. (And while you’re out there, check out Keith Buckley’s lyrics in “The Logic of Crocodiles.”)
The entire point of listing things like “a Cadillac and a poodle, multiple computers and a personal library” is to unmask the status symbols in our society for what they are: vain attempts at propping up a hollow shell of a life.
How many people do you know who brag about their trips overseas, who make themselves out to be world travelers and yet betray their own pettiness & ignorance in speaking of other cultures?
How many people have you heard deriding Americans who speak only English, when their own cultural accomplishments are so mediocre?
How many people have you seen flaunting their money & their nice, comfortable home & their meager talents all over social media? And you know full well that behind the scenes they are just like everyone else, uniform & shallow on the inside.
So what do people do when called out for being shallow, hollow mediocrities? What do they do when you hold up a mirror to them and they see their vanity for what it is? They panic. They panic and they lash out – not at the person in the mirror, but at the person holding it up.
Ever since the 20th of April 2013, we have seen a combination of these twin responses – terror & mockery – from my critics.
All of you who were terrified back then by the thought of Revolution, perhaps now you can see coming what I saw well before you. Perhaps now you understand.
And to all who laughed at me about a Civil War back then, let me ask you this:
Who’s laughing now?
Wars & rumors of wars, false Christs & false prophets, nation rising against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes in divers places. Unless you are willfully blind, you all know now that I was right.
Look to God, cherish your families, abandon all that corrupts the soul. The Great War is upon us.
Here is the full story of the Pilgrimage. A hard copy can be purchased here: The Black Pilgrimage. Please note that I do not make a profit on this publication, because it is a religious writing. The cost is purely to pay costs to the publisher.
Here is the full text of every speech given during the Senate campaign. A hard copy can be purchased here: The Great War: Speeches and Broadcasts from the Invictus for Senate Campaign.