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Toward the Rising Sun
"What I am about to say is not intended for everybody. I warn it is intended only for those who have ears for it. For others I would say something very different - possibly the direct opposite. And so, if you do not like what I say, if you find it uninteresting, or in part unintelligible, or offensive, or if, having heard my words, you are one who can forget them, then do not let yourself be overmuch disturbed by them. Do forget them. You are certainly not one of those to whom I am speaking. I am really speaking only to those who have ears for what I have to say - who have, as it seems to me, a rare kind of ear for a rare kind of music." In this book, originally published in 1935, American seer and author of "Which Way Western Man?" William Gayley Simpson expounds his philosophy, crossing Nietzsche with American Transcendentalism. "Pity prevents the elimination of human waste." - WGS
- GenresPhilosophy
106 pages, Paperback
First published July 21, 2009
About the author
William Gayley Simpson
5 books20 followersWilliam Gayley Simpson was an American neo-Nazi author, Presbyterian clergyman and lecture-circuit speaker. From the late 1910s to the 1920s, Simpson was a Christian left-wing labor activist and the associate director for the National Civil Liberties Bureau, the precursor to the American Civil Liberties Union. He went on to live an ascetic Christian life, which gained him some amount of notoriety with American Christians, before traveling to India and Japan. In the late 1920s, Simpson became disillusioned with Christianity and his former politics and began lecturing criticizing Christianity and promoting Nietzschean ideas. He authored a book on these ideas, Toward The Rising Sun, in 1935. Simpson later became a White supremacist and a member of the neo-Nazi group the National Alliance, led by William Luther Pierce. Simpson is most well-known for his 1978 book Which Way Western Man?, which claims there is a Jewish plot against White people, calls for violence against Jews, and says that Adolf Hitler was right. Simpson's ideology and works, particularly Which Way Western Man? has had an influence on several White supremacist and neo-Nazi figures.
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November 11, 2024
This is a brief biographical sketch of the white nationalist mystic philosopher William Gayley Simpson and a primer on his beliefs. It's decent enough for what it is, but no substitute for his monumental, encyclopedic magnum opus Which Way Western Man? which has made its way onto Goodreads' Index Librorum Prohibitorum.
July 29, 2022
"Why have I talked like this, in this extreme sort of way? Well, perhaps in part because of some secret certainty that after all it is not so extreme as it is merely unusual to the ordinary ear—or because I no longer know how to speak from my heart in any other way. But really, at bottom, it is because wherever I go I am looking those who have ears for this kind of music. For I want to see a fire kindled on this earth, and I must try to find the dry hard fuel which the flame ever loveth.
I am looking for him who has grown into a new roughness, and untamedness, and wickedness. I am looking for him who at heart is a warrior, who never knows when he has had enough, who never knows when he is beaten and who therefore is never beaten. I love him who a dream hath possessed, and who thereafter knoweth not how to live on this earth at all, except to be hand and feet to it, and eyes and tongue to it! I love him who is filled with a divine impatience, who cannot wait to go to some heaven or for some revolution to come around the corner, but must take the whole living glory of life as he sees it and struggle to incarnate it here and now, even though it be in the face of a society set against him!
I love him who knows what it is to be drunken, but drunk with a drunkenness that leaves no bad taste in the morning! I love him who at heart is a gambler, but for whom it is not enough to stake nickels or dollars, even though it be dollars by the thousand or million, but who has found that which for him is so real that he stands ready not only to stake but even to lose everything that he has, and in the very losing to laugh!
I love him who is a child, him who is a fool, him who is reckless and spendthrift of himself! I love those men who ever come like Pied Pipers, ever luring men, bewitching men, enchanting men, by the music of their song, and by the irresistibleness of their dance, away from the walled village where life is so safe and stuffy and shut in, to strip themselves, to set before themselves the highest heights, knowing no height high enough to pitch their tents; knowing the highest height only as a point from which to take off on outspread wings, to soar in the golden rays of the sun.
I want to see a fire kindled on this earth, and this is the kind of fuel it will take. It may have to be a very small fire but it matters not so long as its flame be one of unspeakable beauty and great steadiness. But it is difficult to keep one stick burning alone, on the snow, in the face of an icy wind. Yet with just a handful of sticks one can sometimes start quite a fire. It has happened more than once. But where is the handful of sticks? Where are those few who are willing to burn, and to be burnt up, in order that there may be light in this night, and warmth in this coldness? Where is the fuel which the flame ever loveth, ever longeth to lick with its love, and to make one with itself? Where is the handful of sticks?"
-William Gayley Simpson “Toward the Rising Sun”
I am looking for him who has grown into a new roughness, and untamedness, and wickedness. I am looking for him who at heart is a warrior, who never knows when he has had enough, who never knows when he is beaten and who therefore is never beaten. I love him who a dream hath possessed, and who thereafter knoweth not how to live on this earth at all, except to be hand and feet to it, and eyes and tongue to it! I love him who is filled with a divine impatience, who cannot wait to go to some heaven or for some revolution to come around the corner, but must take the whole living glory of life as he sees it and struggle to incarnate it here and now, even though it be in the face of a society set against him!
I love him who knows what it is to be drunken, but drunk with a drunkenness that leaves no bad taste in the morning! I love him who at heart is a gambler, but for whom it is not enough to stake nickels or dollars, even though it be dollars by the thousand or million, but who has found that which for him is so real that he stands ready not only to stake but even to lose everything that he has, and in the very losing to laugh!
I love him who is a child, him who is a fool, him who is reckless and spendthrift of himself! I love those men who ever come like Pied Pipers, ever luring men, bewitching men, enchanting men, by the music of their song, and by the irresistibleness of their dance, away from the walled village where life is so safe and stuffy and shut in, to strip themselves, to set before themselves the highest heights, knowing no height high enough to pitch their tents; knowing the highest height only as a point from which to take off on outspread wings, to soar in the golden rays of the sun.
I want to see a fire kindled on this earth, and this is the kind of fuel it will take. It may have to be a very small fire but it matters not so long as its flame be one of unspeakable beauty and great steadiness. But it is difficult to keep one stick burning alone, on the snow, in the face of an icy wind. Yet with just a handful of sticks one can sometimes start quite a fire. It has happened more than once. But where is the handful of sticks? Where are those few who are willing to burn, and to be burnt up, in order that there may be light in this night, and warmth in this coldness? Where is the fuel which the flame ever loveth, ever longeth to lick with its love, and to make one with itself? Where is the handful of sticks?"
-William Gayley Simpson “Toward the Rising Sun”
February 8, 2025
makes you want to get back on your way
July 16, 2021
THIS is an example from which they draw inspiration? CHRIST! Losers.
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