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The World as Seen from Little Godmanstowe in Edmund’s Land

Exactly ten years have passed since we wrote and published the below. We wonder how Moses and Sarah fare today?

You will not find Little Godmanstowe on any modern map and there is no point in looking for it by satellite navigation, but it is still there, in the north of Suffolk, twixt Icklingham and Thetford, on the edge of the forest. True, on large-scale maps you can find Godmanstowe Farm, but you will not find Little Godmanstowe itself. That is because today it consists of just one small thatched cottage hidden down a winding, overgrown cart-track, all that remains of a small hamlet that fell into ruin in the agricultural depression at the end of the nineteenth century and was taken off the maps.

Today, in the single remaining farm cottage of the lost hamlet, tucked away behind high hedgerows and surrounded by an orchard, live Sarah Dove, aged 119, and her ‘younger’ brother Moses Dove, aged 115. Recently I was able to visit them. As we sat in their living room having tea by the steady ticking of the old grandfather clock, I asked them the following questions and recorded their answers. (We have kept the spelling of some of their pronunciations, grammar and words of broad Suffolk in our transcript of their answers. The differences all go back to Old English and so are more correct than the deformed modern English).

Q: Moses, how come no-one’s ever heard of you before? You and your sister must surely be the oldest living people in England and probably in the world. You should be famous.

A: Thass an easy one, that is. You see, when we were born in this little old house where we’re still a-livin’, daddy Jesse didn’t register us. He said that weren’t none of the guvvamint’s business, so we didn’t have any of them there birth papers like other folk. He didn’t hold with guvvamint, didn’t see why we needed ‘em. Mary the wise woman, who helped ma give birth, warn’t bothered either. And there were no-one else to say anythin’. Long afore we were born, there used to be other housen round us, but they were all empty, the rain came through the mossy thatch and they all come a-tumblin’ down, so we were all on our own. You see, there weren’t enough work on the land then, the fields were all overgrown and the thistles sprang up, and folk left for Norfolk, to Thetford, a-seekin’ work in the factory. Others went to foreign parts, ‘cross the seas to ‘Stralia and Canada. As for bein’ famous, no thank you! We’re quite happy the way we are, we don’t need to be famous.

Q: If you weren’t registered, then you didn’t go to school?

A: School? We didn’t have time to go to school, we were a-helpin’ at home, in barn, in field, a-hoein’ and a-ploughin’, a-hedgin’ and a-ditchin’, a-stone pickin’ and a-gatherin’ firewood, a-rabbitin’ and a-harvestin’, a-pheasant-beatin’ and a-gleanin’, not to mention the garden and orchard, we were far too busy to go th’old school. Anyway, school were over three mile away and we didn’t allus (always) have shoes. We had better things to do than go to th’old school for all that booklore. Our aunts and uncles, God rest ‘em, larned us to read and count well enough. I can write me name, what more do I need?

Q: Nowadays you won’t meet anyone called Moses. Why did your parents give you that name?

A: In them days you allus had a name from th’old Bible. If that weren’t in the Good Book, that weren’t a name, save for two. Them two were Edmund, in honour of our King, and Audrey. She lived out Newmarket way when she were a young mawther (girl). A mort (lot) of our forebears were called Edmund and Audrey in th’olden days. They were holy ones, like the ones in the Bible.

Q: Who’s on the throne now, do you know?

A: Well, our Sovereign’s King Edmund, he’s still a-sittin’ on his throne in heaven, a’rulin’ over his East Anglian kingdom, lookin’ down on us and helpin’ us here. But if you’re talkin’ about Lon’on, that’ll be old George’s gal, but I can’t rightly remember her name. You see, we were born in the time of th’old Queen, that were all different then, none of them there tractors like now, there were only hosses in the fields and an engine for the threshin’. I saw me first motor car when I were five year old, that were a sight, that were, now they’re everywhere, noisy old things, they are.

Q: And who’s the Prime Minister now?

A: I wouldn’t know that, they come and go all the time. Here today, gone tomorrow. I know there were that there Churchill, that were half-American, but after him I lost count. We had other things to do, a-ploughin’ and a-sowin’, a-reapin’ and a-harvestin’, we were too busied with seedtime and harvest.

Q: Do you go into town to do the shopping?

A: Oh no, we ha’n’t been in to Icklingham since I took me pension in 1965. That were when we had the last hosses. They died and I had me pension. I were a hossman all me life, what with general labourin’. Town is all dirt and noise. Anythin’ we need, John Bloomfield the farmer or his wife Audrey fetch and bring round. God bless ‘em both. He’s our landlord. They come round every mortal day and look after us. Mary’s a rare good cook too, bake her own bread. That do smell nice. You see, young John take what he need from our pension and so we live here without a care in the world, no rent, nothin’ to pay, no ‘lectric, no water, he do any repairs we need, he bring all the food we want and logs in the wintertime to mend the fire, lovely and cosy in here then. Ten year ago he had the roof rethatched for us, that cost a fair packet. Bloomfields been farmers here for ever, afore Henry’s time and they’ll be farmers here till kingdom come.

His daddy paid to put on the water in 1961 and had the WC put in. He put in the ‘lectric the year before. Mind you, we don’t like the ’lectric light, bad for your eyes, sooner have natural candlelight, we just use ‘lectric to cook and make the tea and for hot water. Very handy for that. Before that we had water from the well and used a privy in the garden. We still use the well water to make the dandelion and elderflower wine. That taste better like that. Anythin’ we need John get for us, just like his daddy, granddad and great-granddad did afore him. His great-granddad Cyril were a mighty fine man. He’d bring us pheasant and rabbit he’d shot, gave us a right good horkey (harvest home) and a good box at Christmas time. He looked after us right well. Lovely rabbit stews we used to have in them days, better than jugged hare.

Q: What about if you’re ill? Don’t you go to the doctor?

A: Don’t go to the doctor, we’re never ill. We grow our own veg and fruit and eat meat once a week on a Sunday, ‘cept in Lent, o’ course. If we feel poorly, we take a glass o’ Sarah’s elderflower wine and we feel better rightaway. At Easter we have lamb and at Whitsun we have gooseberries from the garden.

The air’s good here. My brother Jeremiah went up to Lon’on once. Never agen. He said the air were dirty. He come back and coughed and spluttered for a whole week. Thass why they call Lon’on the smoke. They do say now they built a road all round Lon’on so as you don’t have to go there. Thank the Lord. Thass all foreign folk there. The best place in Lon’on, said Jeremiah, is Liverpool Street Station, thass the railway station to get out o’ there and hie (hurry) home as swift as you can. Home sweet home. Thass why we’re long livers – fresh air, hard work and never go to th’old doctor. Old Cyril Bloomfield the great-granddaddy, at the end they took him orf to the horspital, thass what finished him off. Came out in a wooden box. Should a stayed at home, boy.

Q: Have you ever been to London?

A: We never been outside Suffolk, ‘cept to cross the border to Norfolk a few times. Been to Thetford twice. Been to Bury (Bury St Edmunds) many a time, at least once a year when I were young. After I took me pension, we took a trip to the seaside once, but there weren’t nothin’ to see there, just th’old water. Don’t go far afield now, there’s a lot to do in the garden and I’m rare slow now.

Q: Do you take a newspaper?

A: That’d be for gentry. What do we need that for?

Q: What about television or radio?

A: We don’t need any old tellyvision, all those pictures a-flashin’ afore you. Thass bad for you. We know what we need to know. We did have a wireless, but that broke after Hitler’s war and we never bothered to have it mended. Thass only bad news on the wireless, what them Lon’on folk get up to and what they be a’ doin’ in foreign parts. We don’t need to know that here.

Q: And the telephone?

A: We never had one o’ those.

A: (Sarah interrupts). Don’t need any o’ those. Every day, rain or shine, we walk up to the wood with our sticks and just sit there. John made us a bench with logs and a plank and we sit there and listen, a-mardlin’ (chatting), a-rememberin’ and a-musin’ on th’old times. That were a hard life afore the war in 14, but that were a good life. That seem like yesterday. The whisperin’ and murmurin’ o’ the leaves and the swayin’ o’ the wheat in the breeze tell us all we need to know. God speak to us through what He made. We talk to th’old trees and they talk to us. In the spring there are bluebells up there and in the summer the peggles (cowslips) come out.

Thass rare nice in the autumn, when the leaves do fall soft as ever leaves did fall. Leaves been a-fallin’ and trees a-growin’ since time began. I love th’old oaks. Stout as England. Our Edmund were tied to an oak by those wicked old Danes. When the Good Lord call us, we want to be buried up there, don’t we, Moses? Thass rare peaceful up there. I just want to fall asleep and not wake up agen and then they can leave old Sarah up there ‘mong the trees with Moses and Aaron, ‘neath the gentle wind on the hill and the swayin’ o’ the branches. Thass where I’ll have my peace and see ma and daddy and everyone on th’other side. On th’other side thass just like here, only far, far better, no aches and no pains, no chores and no frettin’.

Q: Who was Aaron?

A: (Moses). That were me twin brother Aaron. He died when he were only a day old, frail little old thing, he weren’t made for this world, so ma said. We buried him up there ‘mong the trees. He’s a-waitin’ for me now. Been a-waitin’ all these years. I’m a comin’, boy, I’m a comin’ soon.

Q: So there were three of you in the family?

A: (Sarah). No, no, there were seven of us. The eldest were Abraham and Esther, they died o’ the hoop (whooping cough) when they were just little mites. Then there were Abel. He were taken in the Kaiser’s War, out in France, in 1915. He were only 21. Thass his picture over the fireplace (she points to the enlarged photo of a private in First World War uniform), above the photo of ma and daddy on the mantelpiece. John’s father had it made big and framed it up for us on the fiftieth anniversary. They never did find Abel’s body, but there’s a little white cross out somewhere in France for him, the poor little mite. Private Abel Dove’s a-waitin’ for us on th’other side too. They’re all a-waiting for us there. Then there’s me and after me came Jeremiah. He were a worker, he were, never stopped and his little old heart gave out in 1959, God rest his soul. Then came Moses and Aaron, they were the youngest. Now there’s just me and Moses left in all God’s wide world. We’re the last, all alone, a-waitin’ for the Good Lord to come steppin’ ‘cross the fields, a-callin’ us, a-gatherin’ us in like ears of wheat, in His own good time. That won’t be long now. We’re ‘spectin’ Him any day.

Q: Did you never want to get married, Sarah?

A: I’d a married, but there were no min left to marry. They all got taken in the Kaiser’s War. So I stayed at home and looked after ma and daddy. They both died in 1946, after old Hitler’s war, within a week o’ each other. 82 were ma and daddy were 84.

Q: What about you, Moses? Why didn’t you marry?

A: I never were a one for marryin’. I didn’t want to be tied down. I loved to go a-wanderin’ in the woods and fields at night, a-listenin’ to the owls and the little old dormousen nestin’ up, a-watchin’ the clouds by the moonlight. Clouds is God’s angels, each one‘s got a story to tell. Only you have to watch ‘em close to know what they’re a-sayin’. In the summer I allus used to sleep out there, with just the foxes and the badgers and the leaves a’rustlin’ in the night air. In the winter, I’d go up there to walk at night, the leaves all a-rimed white with th’old frost. That were the life for me, next to God’s creatures.

Q: Sarah, what was the most terrible thing you heard of in your long life?

A: Well, I reckon that were the slayin’ o’ the Russian King in 1918, all those poor little children, they didn’t deserve that. Like lambs to the slaughter, they were. They did with them like they did with our Lord. Daddy and ma said the same thing. I was 21 then and that fair marked me. And truth to tell and the devil to shame, ever since then nothin’’s been right with the world, thass all been upside down, people rushin’ about, doin’ each other down, makin’ wars. No more peace ever since.

F’r instance, now they go under the sea and through the sky. Thass not natural. He made the fish to go under the sea. And if the dear Lord had wanted us to fly, He’d a given us wings. Thass angels that fly, thass not for folk like you and me. All those airyplanes, thass upset the weather. And then they went up over the sky where they should never a gone. That were downright presumptious, that were. They had no right goin’ up there. Nothin’ good’ll come of it, you mark my words. Pride go afore the fall. They’re tryin’ to go up like the Tower of Babel, outreachin’ themselves, makin’ tall things as ugly as sin. Well, that’ll all come tumblin’ down agen on their heads. Woe betide.

Mind you, if you go back, things started goin’ awry afore that. Our great-grandma Bathsheba, she were born in 1799 and passed over at 105, used to blame it on old Boney, the Frenchman. (Moses interrupts: Thass when they brought in th’old income tax. Wicked thing that, a-takin’ folk’s hard-earned money. Thass stealin’. Thou shalt not steal, it say, but they still steal through the tax). Well, Bathsheba reckoned Boney were the devil incarnate. Thass our Nelson stopped him, he were a Norfolk man, one of us, one of Edmund’s men. A brave heart he had, he died a’fightin’ for Edmund’s land, our dear land.

Only, after we won and we’d locked old Boney away, that all went to the heads of the Lon’on folk and they started a-takin’ other folk’s lands, just like Boney done afore ‘em, only they did it ‘cross the seas among them poor old black and brown men, a-stealin’ their land and their housen. So they ended up no better than Boney, just as wicked. Thass all wickedness. Black-hearted wickedness. And thass all written down in the big white book in heaven ready for Judgement Day, every deed and every word, nothin’’s forgot. God see it all with His all-seein’ eye. There’ll be a tremblin’ and a shakin’ in those days when He come agen, but there’ll be justice. They’ll say, that weren’t me, but that were they. The Judgement’ll be just, ‘cos the Judge is Just. Just you mark my words. The truth will out. Nothing’s hid that won’t be found out.

But then agen me granddad’s granddad, old Edmund Dove, told him and he told me how the ills began when they went and changed our calendar. Now we’re days and days out and Easter fall weeks afore it should, a few year ago that snew (snowed) at the new Easter! And Christmas come far too early. That don’t seem like Christmas at all. All the seasons are out o’ kilter. Thass against nature. That were them Lon’on folk that went and changed it. Went to their heads, you see. Then they upset our folk out in the colonies in ‘Merica and the colonials took against the German king that them old merchants and bankmen had brought over. They’d got rid of the proper king, you see, all for filthy lucre. That weren’t right either. We didn’t want a German king, we wanted our own king, like Edmund. Edmund were king of the folk in the north and king of the folk in the south, we were all one then, all Christian folk, all proper. Norwich were much bigger than Lon’on in them days, Lon’on weren’t much more than a village. Thass how it should a stayed.

A: (Moses interrupting). That were when all the wrong started, after Edmund’s time. In Edmund’s time there weren’t no Lon’on to speak of. O’ course, that old Henry made it all worse, but it were his great-great-granddad William that came over from France who started it, ‘cos Henry were just a-followin’ in his footsteps. Henry were William, you see, one and the same, ‘cos they had the same devil in ‘em and neither o’ them could keep the faith. Both foreign imps with foreign names, them names aren’t in the Bible. No Henry or William in the Bible. Henry were a Welshman and that William, he were another heathen Dane, but from France. They didn’t love England, our Edmund’s land.

Q: What do you think, Sarah?

A: Oh yes, that were them heathen Danes that arrowed our Edmund to the oak and made him a holy one that started it all, ‘cos they didn’t know the Ten Commandments. They were pirates, you see, thieves. That were the start of it all. Thou shalt not steal, but they stole. We still talk about our Edmund in these parts and when I were a young mawther, they shew me where it all came to pass, over in Hoxne.  I went there afore the War, the Kaiser’s War, that is, and I saw it all, a cross in the wheatfields. I remember it like it were yesterday. After the White King have come, Edmund’ll come back, a-marchin’ through the wheatfields with all his host of men behind him, all Edmund’s men and England’ll be England agen, and there’ll be peace for a time. Then that’ll be the end and the Good Lord’ll come back, just like He said He would.

Q: What should we do about bad kings like the German king and William and Henry? Should we rise up against them?

A: No, no, let the Lord judge ‘em. The Lord give and the Lord take away. Here today, gone tomorrow. If we’re worthy, we’ll get good kings. If we‘re not worthy, we’ll get what we deserve. He’ll take ‘em away in His own good time. You don’t want to do like that old Oliver who were sore vexed and chopped off the poor old king’s head. He were a wrong’un, that Oliver, he finished up bad. They cut off his head, just like he’d done to that poor old king. As ye sow, so shall ye reap. All the rum’uns (bad ones) that follow Oliver finish up bad.

Q: What do you think of Brexit, Moses? I mean leaving the European Union?

A: Europe Union? Never heard o’ that. That must be some Lon’on thing. We don’t have that hereabouts. We’re in our own land, Edmund’s land. Everyone should live in their own land, thass where God put us. Thass sovereign land. Thass natural. We live in the house where we were born. We’re Edmund’s folk, we are, allus will be.

Q: What do you think of all the things happening today, Sarah? I mean the terrorists and all these bombs?

A: Thass all the same thing, these Mohameddans with their wicked old bombs. Young John Bloomfield told us about what they’re a-doin’. You see, the Mohammeddans, they ha’n’t got the Ten Commandments. Thou shalt not kill. Thass all written in the Good Book. They haven’t got the Good Book. Just like them old heathen Danes who slew Edmund – they didn’t have the Good Book either. Hellfire, thass how they’ll end up. Sulphur and brimstone, that stink somethin’ awful. Mind you, thass the same thing for them there soldiers they sent out to kill the Mohammedans, they’re not Christian folk either, they haven’t got the Ten Commandments. Thou shalt not kill. Thass crystal clear. Keep the faith, keep the commandments and you can’t go wrong.

Q: So what’s the future of the world, Sarah? It all looks so bleak. Bad is on all sides.

A: Don’t you go a-frettin’ yourself (worrying) about that. The White King is a-comin’ back in Russia to put it all right. You’ll see. They started a-spreadin’ the evil all round, they got William to bring it here from France, they took it overseas, and then, with the passing o’ time, they thought they could take it to Russia as well, but that wouldn’t take in Russia. Thass where the evil were held in check. Before long the White King’ll come back there and sweep all the wicked there clean away, and then he’ll come here and do the same, in the twinklin’ of an eye, that’ll be.

My great-uncle Isaiah, who were married to my ma’s aunt Martha, told me that before Hitler’s war, after we’d been allies with Russia. He were a preacher down at the green tin tabernacle, that ain’t there no more now. He walked miles and miles every Sunday to preach to local folk, a rare righteous man, he were, one of the Peculiar People, allus dressed in black, with a long white beard. He knew the Four Gospels by heart and a lot o’ the psalms. He preached a rare good sermon and baptised a rare many folk in the river near Bury, a rare clean soul he were and the Good Lord told him many a secret thing.

You see, at the end o’ time, when Our Lord come back, there’ll be a judgement and the good ones’ll go to heaven and the wicked ones’ll go to hell. Folk nowadays don’t know that and thass why there’s so much wickedness about. All those wicked min (men) who take money and lie and start wars and murder, they’ll all burn in hell. If they knew that, they wouldn’t do it. Too late for ‘em now. Thass a terrible thing, to die without a-sayin’ sorry.

Q: Thank you, Moses and Sarah. I’ve learned a lot.

A: (Moses). You need to live and do, boy! Thass th’only way you can larn. Live with God’s gentle things and you’ll know all you’ll ever need to know.

 

 

 

 

Akathist to the Mother of God of Walsingham

Countess Edith the Fair (c. 1025 – c. 1086), called the Gentle Swan, was the wife of Harold Godwinson, Earl of East Anglia. He later became Earl of Wessex, then the last English King of England, and was killed at Hastings by the invaders of 1066. Edith had six children by him, including Gytha, who married Vladimir Monomakh, the future Saint and Grand Duke of Kievan Rus. In her vision of 1061, Edith was instructed by the Mother of God to build a replica of the house of the Annunciation in Nazareth in the village of Walsingham in Norfolk, England. This was all on the eve of the ravaging of England by the last Vikings on 14 October 1066.  It is said that when England returns to Walsingham, the Mother of God will return to England. Therefore, this heavenly vision is commemorated by Orthodox on 15 October, together with St Andrew the Fool, who in Constantinople in the tenth century saw the Mother of God praying for the whole world beneath Her Protecting Veil.

With the Blessing of His Eminence Atanasie, Romanian Orthodox Archbishop of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

 

Kontakion 1

By revelation from on high to the noble Countess Edith the Fair, Thy Holy House was raised up in holy Norfolk. This betokened comfort before the coming misfortune, after which pilgrims all flocked along the Walsingham Way, seeking consolation. Then, O Most Pure Maiden Mary and Mother of our God, in times of darkness and impiety, Thy holy veneration was forsaken and Walsingham wept. But now as Thou art honoured anew in the vision of Thy graceful handmaid Edith, Queen to Godwin and mother to Gytha of the Rus, the spouse of Monomakh, intercede for us with Thy Son, Christ our Saviour, that we may cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Ikos 1

Angels and men alike marvelled at the grace of the Holy Spirit which was announced from Thy Holy House, England’s Nazareth, on the eve of England’s misfortune. Gabriel’s voice announced anew comfort for those oppressed in forthcoming dark and wicked times by foreign men, when holiness was denied. And now we too marvel, for Thou art come again like a quiet but constant flame to our green land to comfort us once more in these latter times. Therefore, we cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O Virgin Who in exceeding humility didst accept the words of the Archangel Gabriel.        Rejoice, Mother of the Church and Mother of all Christians.
Rejoice, O grace-bearing Lady, forgiveness for our foolish ways.
Rejoice, consolation for the faint-hearted.
Rejoice, comfort for the sick and weary.
Rejoice, warmth for the hearts of the forsaken.
Rejoice, bringer of sailors to safe havens.
Rejoice, strength for the weak in faith.
Rejoice, sweetness for the broken-hearted.
Rejoice, guide of those who have lost the way.
Rejoice, gatherer of the faithful in the last times.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost ready us to enter from the earthly Walsingham into the Heavenly Jerusalem.                                                                                                                                            Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 2

O Sovereign Lady, Queen of these Isles, we have known and we have continually beheld Thy meekness and consolation. Many dead have been brought back to life, sick healed by Thy love, lame made whole, blind restored to sight and possessed made whole at Thy Holy Shrine, the New Nazareth. We confess Thy mild-heartedness and we know Thy tender mercy, therefore we cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 2

Who can understand the mysterious workings of the Three Persons bound by Love? Who can speak of God’s blessings? Who is privy to His counsel? For He raises up and He casts down, He humbles and He exalts, He afflicts and He heals. Therefore, He humbled us on account of our sins and cast down our land, taking away the ancient love of the Orthodox Faith. To Whom then shall we flee in our sorrow, to Whom then shall we stretch out our hands, if not to Thee, O Most Pure Lady of Walsingham? Therefore, with repentant hearts we cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, Thou Who dost intercede with Thy Son for us.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost protect us from anger.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost cleanse us from our sins.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost pray for the forgiveness of all.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost lighten the way of hope for us.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost comfort broken hearts.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost gather together the scattered faithful.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost quell the divisions and tumults of those who have lost the Faith.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost set at naught the councils of the ungodly.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost pilot those who sail through the sea of life.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost forsake none in Thy care.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost cover us all with Thy most Precious Veil.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 3

Mighty works have appeared through Thee and grace has poured forth the silvery dew from heaven over Walsingham, O Most Blessed Virgin. Pious pilgrims to Thy Holy House from near and far have heard anew the announcing voice of the Holy Archangel and been moved to cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 3

As Thou dost possess love beyond words, O Most Good Lady, Thou dost make the light of Thy grace to shine forth in places of darkness and sorrow. Therefore, Thou hast not forsaken us as orphans, but through Thine Image Thou hast come to us who glorify Thy tender-heartedness and cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, ocean of wonders.
Rejoice, abyss of mercy.
Rejoice, ever-flowing wellspring of grace.
Rejoice, unquenchable source of healing.
Rejoice, warmth and comfort of the meek.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast surpassed the laws of nature.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost turn our gloom into bliss.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost change our tears and sorrow into joy and gladness.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost turn persecution into victory to the wonder of all.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost defend us who are oppressed.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost shame the hopes of our enemies.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost make glad the hearts of those who sing to Thee.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 4

In times of trouble when temptations assail us, when sorrow and pain visit us, when patience and love fail us, we hasten to Thine Image and pouring forth our tears before Thee, we cry out from the depths of our hearts: Stretch out Thy God-bearing hands, speak to us counsels of wisdom, lead us up out of evil, that with thankful hearts we may cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 4

In times of old, pilgrims heard of Thy glory and, followed by kings and queens, wended their way to Thy Holy House along the Palmers’ Path, from south through Exning and Thetford, from east through Norwich along the Walsingham Way, from west and north through Lynn, crying aloud before England’s Nazareth: How is it that this is granted to us, that the Mother of the King of kings is come even to our home at the very ends of the earth? And beholding Thine Image, O Lady, they began to sing and cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O most pure Lily of Nazareth scenting the whole world.
Rejoice, New Eve, giving birth to the salvation of Old Adam.
Rejoice, O Star of Bethlehem, Who gavest birth to the Tree of Life.
Rejoice, O Garden of Paradise, Who gavest birth to the Church.
Rejoice, O Tree of the Cross, granting the Providence of God.
Rejoice, O Cypress of Zion, shading all mankind.
Rejoice, O Rose of Jericho making fragrant all England.
Rejoice, O Vine of Cana, slaking the thirst of all.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost cut off the roots of all our passions.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost sow a meadow of virtue.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost plant prayer in our hearts.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost vouchsafe us to partake of Paradise.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 5

Like unto a star guided by God through the night sky, Thy precious Image has returned to us as of old. In times past the great and mighty bowed down before Thee, but now it is for us Thy humble and thankful servants to keep festival and cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 5

Beholding the plans of the ungodly to destroy veneration for Thee, Thou wast hidden for many years. Now in Orthodox wise Thou art restored to Thy Holy Dowry, and the mystery of our story turns full circle. Therefore, beholding this blessing, with fear and love we cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, invincible fortress of mercy, peace and love.                                                                 Rejoice, unshakeable stronghold of beauty, goodness and truth.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast escaped the wiles of wicked and foolish men.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast put to shame the new Herods who have no love for infants.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast rendered vain the schemings of the enemies of the Orthodox Faith.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast stopped the mouths of blasphemers.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast restored Thy Presence to the English land.
Rejoice, Thou Who hast preserved Thine Image undistorted.                                                    Rejoice, Thou Who dost avert thy gaze from the evil deeds of men.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost not turn away Thy most pure countenance from us sinners.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost shine forth forgiveness to the repentant.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost open the doors of the Mercy of God to all.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 6

All through the English land the Annunciation of the Archangel Gabriel proclaims to us Thy tender humility, O Queen of Heaven! For since Thou first didst come to Thine Isles, we have been saved again and again from the righteous chastisement for our manifold sins. Therefore, as by Thy mercy Thou hast saved us in times past, so now save us once more, that in thanksgiving we may cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 6

Shine forth on us the light of hope before the end, O Most Pure Mother of God, who by Thy birthgiving hast proclaimed the splendour of salvation to the whole world. Forsake us not to the hands of the Enemy, and forgive us the time of unfaithfulness when the foolish were led into error. May the English land once more become Mary’s Dowry as of old, may the love of God flower here in these latter times, may churches and monasteries be raised up once more. May the people, delivered from cruel errors, celebrate with joy and gladness, confessing the Holy Trinity in truth, knowing the Holy Spirit from the Father, according to the words of the Saviour, and cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, Mother of God and Mother of all Christians.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost enlighten all human minds with Thy love.
Rejoice, Thou Who didst adopt mankind at the words of Thy Son.
Rejoice, taking away every sickness and healing every disease.
Rejoice, bringing to safe haven the tempest-tossed.                                                                   Rejoice, unwaning comfort of those in captivity.
Rejoice, unending protection of those persecuted for righteousness’ sake.
Rejoice, patience of those who suffer for the faith.
Rejoice, crown of martyrs.
Rejoice, retribution of tormentors.
Rejoice, loosing of the bonds of those who are bound.
Rejoice, freedom of those captive in body and soul.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 7

Wishing to admonish those who had forsaken Him, God the Righteous Judge permitted the English land to be stolen away from the Orthodox Faith on account of our sins. The nations of the West have been in turmoil, error has abounded for nigh on a thousand years, but now the end is not far. All who set their hope in Thee, O Lady of these Isles, swiftly flee to Thee, awaiting the Saviour. From beneath the ruins, He has given Thee to the faithful as a sure and steadfast hope before the end. Therefore we cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 7

Dread signs and wonders have been shown forth in these latter days, O Mother of God. Blood has filled all the earth, pestilence has struck the world, locusts have filled the airs, fire has fallen from the skies, kingdoms have fallen, yet the Orthodox Faith has remained among us who for long were orphaned. True worship of the Trinity, true confession of the Holy Spirit and the times and the seasons of the Saints are kept, the Faith is preached unto all the ends of the earth. Gathering together the faithful remnant from Thine Island-Dowry and conquering our enemies, Thou art come anew to Eastern shores, O Queen of all. Beholding this new wonder, we all pray with hearts and minds repenting and cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O mighty Sovereign Lady, Whose glorious light shines from the East to the West.
Rejoice, pillar and confirmation of the Church.
Rejoice, defence and protection of every shrine.
Rejoice, victory vanquishing the world.
Rejoice, help of the helpless and hope of the hopeless.
Rejoice, Thou in Whom all peoples set their hope.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost save those who had lost hope.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost hearken to heartfelt prayer.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost protect us from enemies.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost strengthen us through Thy presence.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost trample Satan beneath our feet.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost shield us beneath Thy Protecting Veil.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 8

Thou hast revealed a wondrous sight, O Most Holy Virgin, in returning to English shores and becoming Queen of Norfolk in threefold vision to Edith the Gentle Swan, keen and wise in her understanding. Nigh on one thousand years have passed and yet the memory of Thee has not died in these Isles. May true veneration of Thee be restored through Thy Son our Saviour Christ. Beholding the righting of age-old wrong, we receive Thy mysterious blessing with fear and trembling and in awe we cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 8

Thou dost enfold the whole world in the arms of Thy love, O Ever-Virgin Mary. Thy journey has been from the East even unto the West, that all might bow down before Thee in godliness. Therefore, as the Light from the East, shine down upon us, forget not Thy Dowry of old, forsake not Thine Isles and their sinful peoples, O Lady, that from the depths of repentant hearts we may cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O joy of all joys.
Rejoice, O unending cup of tender love.
Rejoice, O consolation of the latter times.
Rejoice, O sweet delight of the age to come.
Rejoice, O bringer of blessings and secret hopes.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost mercifully look down from heaven to earth.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost forsake the joys of heaven for our salvation.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost enter with grace into the hearts of all.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost hallow our hearts with Thine Image.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost make the homes of the poor more splendid than royal palaces.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost make glorious the churches of God with thy lowly countenance.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost dwell in the homes and hearts of all who honour Thee.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 9

Folk of every age and position in life hasten in pilgrimage to Thy Royal Shrine, O Bride of God. Thy hands once held God, but now hold us instead. Thou dost enlighten and console all, warming the broken-hearted in Thy God-bearing hands, O Queen of Heaven. Therefore, making glad, we cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia!

Ikos 9

The eloquence of men is thwarted, their flowing streams of words run dry, they are powerless to find words to praise Thee, O Virgin Mary, for no mouth can praise Thee as is meet. Yet, should we altogether fall silent, then the very stones of the earth will cry out to praise Thee. Therefore, unworthy though we are, our earthen lips cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, inspired sayings of the Apostles.
Rejoice, heartfelt songs of the Martyrs.
Rejoice, fiery words of the Prophets.
Rejoice, golden speech of the Fathers.
Rejoice, bold confession of righteous.
Rejoice, mystic strength of unceasing prayer.
Rejoice, reward of those who struggle against the passions.
Rejoice, indomitable protection of the persecuted.
Rejoice, guide of the young and rest of the aged.
Rejoice, boast of maidens and glory of mothers.
Rejoice, shining with the glory of which words cannot speak.
Rejoice, O Daughter of Adam and Mother of our God.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 10

O Most Holy Mother of God, we call on Thee again, pray that the world may yet be saved. The plots and snares of the Evil One are spread over all the face of the earth, nations rage and storms of worldly temptations rise up against the Church of God, though She will prevail even against the gates of Hell. Therefore, as in Cana of Galilee of old, only say a word to Thy Son and our God, that He may change the water of temptation and human sorrow into the wine of repentance and divine gladness, that we may unceasingly cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 10

O Most Holy Bearer of God, be for us an invincible rampart against the legions of enemies, seen and unseen, who so sorely persecute us. For thou dost fight staunchly and unfailingly for us, who cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, Thou Who dost stretch out Thy God-bearing hands above us.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost trample the spirits of malice beneath our feet.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost shame the plans of the demons, accepted by deluded men.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost make evil to flee away at the thought of God.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost drive the illusions of despair from us.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost still the surging sea of life.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost command the storms of temptation to cease.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost pilot the tempest-tossed.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost deliver us from the depths of sorrow.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost stretch forth Thy hands to those who perish.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost set our feet on the path of salvation.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost strengthen our hearts for battle.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 11

As Thy Son accepted the widow’s mite, accept also our song, O All-Holy Lady, and grant that we may ever offer up our prayers to Thee, Who dost guide our life through the shadows of this deathly world to bright places. Grant us forgiveness of our sins, that we may enter into the Kingdom of Heaven and cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 11

O Most Good Lady, stretch out Thy Protecting Veil, which Andrew saw in the Great City, over all the earth. Shine forth from lowly Norfolk, like the full moon in the dark night of ungodliness and blasphemy. Enlighten our Isles once more with the splendour of Thy purity, that our voices may rise up in Walsingham and in all places and cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, sunrise driving away the demon hordes of the night.
Rejoice, brightness fairer than the morning star.
Rejoice, warmth dearer than the Sun.
Rejoice, ray of hope from the age to come.
Rejoice, unfading light of angels and men.                                                                                    Rejoice, Thou Who art beauty resplendent beyond all speech to tell.
Rejoice, Thou Who art in truth clothed with the Sun of Righteousness.
Rejoice, Thou Who art crowned with the stars of Faith.
Rejoice, Thou Who art adorned with a raiment woven with the gold of Mercy.
Rejoice, Thou Who art scented with the roses of virtue.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost enlighten the darkness of unbelief.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost clothe us with the armour of light.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 12

Grace upon grace we have received through Thee, O Most Pure Maiden Mary. Those who call on Thee with faith go not empty away, for all receive the gift of God according to their need and are crowned with joy. Therefore we cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

Ikos 12

We hymn Thee, we magnify Thee, we bow down before Thee, O Most Pure Lady. Unable to praise Thee as is meet, we fall down before Thy precious Image and in repentance we cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, sweet dawn of our souls.
Rejoice, bright daybreak of our hearts.
Rejoice, blessed morning of our lives.
Rejoice, height beyond our understanding.
Rejoice, unfading glory.
Rejoice, unceasing bliss.
Rejoice, unending goodness.
Rejoice, gladness beyond words.
Rejoice, Thou Who alone art truly Blessed.
Rejoice, Thou Who art exalted above all Creation.
Rejoice, Thou Who art with the faithful at the hour of death.
Rejoice, Thou Who even at the Dread Judgement dost save those who hope in Thee.
Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 13

O Lady praised by all, Mother of the Church and of all Christians, emulating Thy Son and our Saviour in Thy tender mercy, Thou dost cry to us: Fear not, little flock! I am with you and none is against you! Therefore, falling down before Thee with love and giving thanks with tears, we cry out to Thee with faith: Alleluia.

This Kontakion is read three times. And again Ikos 1 and Kontakion 1

Ikos 1

Angels and men alike marvelled at the grace of the Holy Spirit which was announced from Thy Holy House, England’s Nazareth, on the eve of England’s misfortune. Gabriel’s voice announced anew comfort for those oppressed in forthcoming dark and wicked times by foreign men, when holiness was denied. And now we too marvel, for Thou art come again as a quiet but constant flame to our green land to comfort us once more in these latter times. Therefore, we cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O Virgin Who didst in exceeding humility accept the words of the Archangel Gabriel.        Rejoice, Mother of the Church and Mother of all Christians.
Rejoice, O grace-bearing Lady, forgiveness for our foolish ways.
Rejoice, consolation for the faint-hearted.
Rejoice, comfort for the sick and weary.
Rejoice, warmth for the hearts of the forsaken.
Rejoice, bringer of sailors to safe havens.
Rejoice, strength for the weak in faith.
Rejoice, sweetness for the broken-hearted.
Rejoice, guide of those who have lost the way.
Rejoice, gatherer of the faithful in the last times.
Rejoice, Thou Who dost ready us to enter from the earthly Walsingham into the Heavenly Jerusalem.                                                                                                                                            Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Kontakion 1

By revelation from on high to the noble Countess Edith the Fair, Thy Holy House was raised up in holy Norfolk. This betokened comfort before the coming misfortune, after which pilgrims all flocked along the Walsingham Way, seeking consolation. Then, O Most Pure Maiden Mary and Mother of our God, in times of darkness and impiety, Thy holy veneration was forsaken and Walsingham wept. But now as Thou art honoured anew in the vision of Thy graceful handmaid Edith, Queen to Godwin and mother to Gytha of the Rus, the spouse of Monomakh, intercede for us with Thy Son, Christ our Saviour, that we may cry out to Thee with faith:

Rejoice, O Lady of the Holy House, Who dost ever comfort those who pray to Thee with faith.

Prayer

O Most Holy Maiden Mary and Mother of our God, Who in humility accepted the Good News of Christ from the Archangel Gabriel in lowly Nazareth, our sure hope and calm haven, blessing of our lives, joy of those who grieve, healing of the sick, wisdom of the darkened, reward of the wronged, Thou seest our misfortune, Thou seest our sorrow, help us for we are weak, guide us for we wander, Thou knowest our sins, may they be forgiven as the Lord deigns. O Lady Who announced England’s Nazareth in Walsingham, deliver the land where we live from its errors, restore the Orthodox Faith to Thine Isles and shine forth like an unwavering candle flame in our hearts, making us once more to be Thy Dowry. Save and preserve Thy servants (NN) and all of us here present who pray to Thee with tears. Comfort and protect us who stand beneath Thy Precious Veil, for we have none other than Thee, O Birthgiver of God, to comfort and protect us unto the ages of ages. Amen.

Robert the Devil, the Dismemberment of the US Empire, the Dismantlement of the US Vassal States, and the Dewesternisation of the West, of Russia and of the Church

Foreword: Robert the Devil, the Grandfather of the Anglosphere: 1066-2026

Every year I go past the ruins of the castle of Robert the Devil (Robert le Diable), just outside Rouen in Normandy, France. This Robert is the main character in a medieval legend about a wicked man who was the offspring of Satan and a woman. Most historians identify this mythical figure with a real, evil man – Robert I of Normandy (1000-1035), the father of William the Bastard by his mistress, who was a tanner’s daughter. William (1028-1087) was the Norman mass murderer, who invaded England with some 750 Viking ships in 1066 and has ever since been known as ‘The Conqueror’. It was he who in 1067 transferred his Zionist financial backers from Rouen to his new capital of London, thus founding the City of London. He went on with his barbaric warriors to plunder England (his record is called the Domesday Book – the Book of the Day of Judgement), genociding England and greedily eyeing Wales, Scotland and Ireland for the future.

The 1066 Invasion was not an isolated or disconnected incident. It was only part of the whole process of imposing the new racist ideology of plunder, justified by the Divine superiority of ‘Europe’ or the ’West’, and implemented after the Germanic takeover of the Roman Papacy. There are many dates in this takeover, stretching between 1000 and 1100, marking events which would have been unthinkable in 1000, but which had become normal by 1100. These include the murderous heresy-hunting in the 1020s in France, military campaigns in Spain and Italy from the 1030s, which saw the Popes blessing massacres by their mainly Norman mercenaries, the cutting off of the West from the Church in 1054, the ‘Papal Dictation’ of Hildebrand in 1075, claiming that the Popes are infallible, and the First Crusade in 1095-1096, with its massacres of Jews in the Rhineland and of Christians and Muslims in the Holy Land, where both had been living in peace for centuries.

Like the rest of the European elite, the Bastard’s Viking-descended Norman aristocrats, who plundered England and then formed the ‘British’ ruling class together with English traitors, later took part in the looting of the Capital of the Christian Empire, New Rome, in 1204, and then attacked Russia in more ‘crusades’. That looting was to lead to the permanent occupation of New Rome by the Ottomans in 1453. In the nineteenth century, the Norman-founded British (the word ‘British’ marked the revival of pagan Roman Imperialism) Establishment sided with the Ottomans again. This was its full-scale, unprovoked invasion of Russia, known as the Crimean War, which left half a million dead. Later it supported the Muslim ethnic cleansing of Christian Bulgaria. Although, ironically, William the Bastard spoke no English, his father had founded the Anglosphere, whose centre was to go from Venice and Amsterdam to London in 1688 and then from London to Washington in 1941.

Meanwhile, in the Ukraine: 2014-2026

In 2014 the democratically-elected government of the Ukraine in Kiev was toppled by a violent US-organised and EU-backed coup using snipers, which cost the US $5 billion, according to the Europe-hating Nuland. The new regime, composed largely of extremist Neo-Nazis from the far west of the Ukraine, set about genociding the Ukrainians who did not agree with their Fascist ideology, especially in southern and eastern Ukraine, parts of Russia transferred to the Ukraine in 1922 by the sadistic Western-backed monster Lenin. After the peaceful and spontaneous self-transfer of Crimea (95% Russian) which joined Russia, few in the south and east of the Ukraine, terrified and intimidated, accepted their lot. Some rose up and formed peoples’ militias for armed resistance. And over three million fled Kiev’s genocide and oppression to live in freedom in Russia. To the frustration of the genocided Ukrainians, the weak Russian government did nothing, except engage in diplomatic talks.

The resulting diplomatic agreements, called the Minsk Accords, were never implemented by the Western Powers and its proxy in Kiev. Finally, at the end of 2021, huge Kiev forces, NATO-trained, equipped and financed, massed in the east of the Ukraine despite the Minsk Accords and stepped up their genocide. At this, Russia gathered a force of about 120,000 troops to protect the Ukrainians in the far east of the country and also to threaten Kiev from the north in order to pressure the regime into serious negotiations. After only one day, on 25 February 2022, Kiev agreed to talks in Minsk and Istanbul, after eight years of refusing them. However, at the start of April 2022, the regime reneged on its peace agreement under pressure from the Collective West – the US, the EU and the UK, through their emissary Johnson. Unexpectedly the Russians found themselves in a very weak situation. Their forces were too small to liberate even the east of the Ukraine.

Indeed, its main force was composed of the Wagner Group, a private army of mercenaries and ex-convicts, led by a corrupt, power-seeking oligarch, Prigozhin, and local militias. The small Russian Army itself was weakened by corruption and disorganisation. And the lawyer-led Russian political leadership, always acting according to international law, unlike Kiev, did not know what to do. The Russian chaos of the start resembled the same chaos there at the start of the Nazi invasion of the USSR in June 1941. Moreover, they naively realised that the conflict was not between Russia and the Ukraine, which was a mere proxy, but between Russia and the Collective West, represented by the Nazi-founded NATO. This wanted every last Ukrainian to die for it. The Russians of February 2022 had not at all been prepared for this. And so today the Western-created conflict in the Ukraine is in its fifth year and has left about 2,000,000 dead and wounded soldiers, the vast majority of them Ukrainians, outmatched by the very cautious Russian forces, who have lost about 120,000.

Defeat and Dismemberment: 2026 –

Despite military escalation, caused by hubris, that is, the arrogant overestimation of self and underestimation of rivals, the US Empire, formed in 1941, has now lost free access to the grain corridor of the blockaded Black Sea ports, which has become a Russian Lake. Elsewhere, and for exactly the same reasons in another conflict that it needlessly started, the US is losing free access to the oil corridors of the Persian Gulf and the Red Sea. Through further hubris, it may yet lose free access to the Baltic Sea. The US thought it could defeat Iran in a weekend and so repeated Hitler’s hubris of 1941, when he thought he could defeat the USSR in two months. US forces have already been forced to flee West Asia, where Iran has destroyed US bases as far as the Jordan, Kuwait and Iraq. The US will probably have to flee these and all the feudal puppet Gulf States, as Iranian missiles can reach them, and then quit its Crusader fortress, Zionist-occupied Palestine, where the people are in revolt.

The US also intends to withdraw 5,000 troops from Germany. Will this lead to the US abandoning all its European vassals, its NATO and EU puppets, especially the minute Baltic States, occupied and held like an unloaded gun to the head of Russia? Withdrawal from Europe, from Italy, Britain and the rest of Germany? All is possible – the US is bankrupt to the tune of $40 trillion and has few arms left. What will happen to its Asian vassals, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan and the Philippines, where many also want an end to the US occupation? As for Latin America, with Venezuela, Bolivia, Brazil, Nicaragua and Cuba, the US is hated by all there, except by the rich oligarchs and their puppets, corrupt politicians and journalists. The US is going to be left to concentrate on itself. Here, dealing with its bankruptcy and the collapse of its infrastructure, its hopeless public school and health systems, mass poverty, drug-addiction and much else, will keep it busy for decades.

The US-led West has behaved like a bully, whose victims have at last been technologically, militarily and economically strong enough to band together in solidarity because of the bully. Western aggressiveness has achieved the once unthinkable. It has allied the vastly diverse and once divided Russia, Iran and China (RIC), which have weapons far in advance of those of the now backward US. And it has also won them the sympathy of 90% of the oppressed, Non-Western world. After all, this is the third invasion by the Collective West of Non-Western Russia in just over 200 years, Napoleon’s, Hitler’s and NATO’s. Those invasions, although always led by one country, France, Germany or the US, were all multinational and all ended in the same way, catastrophically. This is a racist and imperialist war, for the West was trying to extend the border of its blocked ‘Europe’ to the whole Ukraine and so cut off the ‘racially inferior Asiatics’ in Moscow. 85% of the Ukraine is not Europe’s, but Russia’s.

Dismantlement and Freedom: 2026 –

As for that western end of the North-West peninsula of Asia, called Western Europe, two straitjacket organisations, both centred in Brussels, positioned between the Germanic north and the Latin south, are being dismantled. Both are ruled by nuncios, trained by the successor to the Papacy in Washington. The US-led NATO and the EU, that have held Western Europe together for over 75 years, are splintering. Their European administrative elite is irrationally destroying its own countries, cutting off its nose to spite its face, blowing up Nordstream and even refusing to use Russian aircraft to stop forest fires. The largely Orthodox south-east of Western Europe has had to be repressed by undemocratically-elected Germanic EU leaders, just as it was by the German princelings who were appointed to rule Romania, Greece and Bulgaria in the nineteenth century. All want to leave the EU straitjacket and NATO aggression. This is also visible in Catholic Poland, Hungary and Slovakia – see below.

For many in the ex-Catholic south of Western Europe too, in Frexit France, pro-Russian Italy, anti-Israeli Spain and little Portugal, never at ease with the US-imposed and desacralising Protestantisation of Catholicism in the 1960s, want out. Their peoples want their sovereignty back. This leaves only the largely Germanic and highly Americanised north-west of Western Europe. But even here there are voices, especially on the left, that dissent from US imperialism in Gaza, on the West Bank, in the Lebanon, Iran and the Ukraine. And on the right, many also want their countries back. Sovereignist Parties are taking over, whether they are the AfD in Germany, the National Rally in France, or Reform in the UK. Once the parasitic, US-trained and appointed elites of Europe, from London through Scandinavia and Germany to the Baltics, who only ever implement ‘Daddy’s’ policies, are gone, with or without their pay, the people could take over. Goodbye, EU and NATO.

The future is at stake. How new politicians of left and right can co-operate, and they will have to, in Western Europe, remains to be seen. In any case, it seems clear that the old Globalist/Zionist/American ‘centrist’ elite, which bet everything like a crazed gambler on the Zionist US, Ukraine and Israel, is doomed, rejected by left and right alike. It is doomed not only because of the popular opposition to it and its attempts to repress that opposition, but because it has bankrupted its countries. They cannot even afford the elite’s proposed absurd remilitarisation, which the people neither want nor need. New governments will emerge, faced with facing up to the horrific imperialist past of Western Europe. They will be forced to make peace with the first, third and fourth largest economies of the world, those of China, India and Russia, and with their ex-colonies. China for manufactures, India for labour, Russia for energy, and ex-colonies for justice. Here is the future.

Afterword: The Fall of the West, a Dewesternised Russia and a Dewesternised Church

With the defeat in 2026 of the US by technologically advanced Iran and the coming collapse of the US-imposed Kiev regime in the Ukraine and the advance of Russia to the western Ukraine, the delusional dreams of the West are over. Already many even very secular people are talking about ‘The Post-West’, what happens now that 500 years of supremacy based on a mythical racist ideology backed only by a now lost military superiority, are over. In fact, as we said at the beginning of this article, it has been going on not for 500 years, but for 1,000 years, headed by Robert the Devil. The criminal dreams of such as Kaja Kallas to destroy and then fragment Russia, plundering its vast natural resources, are over. The virtual reality of a Crimea occupied by the UK, as in 1854-56, a Belarus and Western Ukraine occupied by Poland as in 1920, a southern Ukraine, Baltic and White Sea, and eastern Siberia occupied by Italians, British, Americans, French, has remained virtual.

It means that Russia can at last free itself from the Western ideology of Communism, imported from German Jewry, and from the Western ideology of the Imperial period that began with Peter I, just over 300 years ago. This meant enslaving the Church under a Protestant Oberprokuror bureaucrat and Anglophile sadistic aristocrats enslaving in blind imitation peasants (as in the Enclosures and Highland Clearances in England and Scotland), as portrayed by Pushkin, Gogol, Saltykov-Shchedrin and many other 19th century Russian writers. A Russian Church would surely decentralise, at long last liberated, as it would begin behaving as a pastoral, and not as a political, arrangement. Its politics, whether under the Soviet, post-Soviet or Imperial periods are a 300-year hangover from Westernisation. The Greek Patriarchate of Constantinople has to do the same, ridding itself of its Westernisation, now evident in the fact that its administration is little more than a CIA front.

Although a dying, totally Amercanised and very right-wing sect of the Russian Church in the USA is now desperately clutching on to totalitarian censorship through dictatorial methods, imitating the autocratic Trump, the rest of the Russian Church is freeing itself. Dictatorship will be resisted in the Church in Western countries. Decentralisation after 300 years of Western centralisation means the return of both the Russian Church and of the Greek Patriarchate to Conciliarity. That is, to Catholicity in the Orthodox sense of the world, to the practices of a Church based on Councils, concelebration and the consultation between clergy and people working together in freedom. This Conciliarity is what in the secular world lies behind the developing economic Alliance of BRICS. However, its origin, however forgotten by decadent Westernised bishops, is in the Church. And there are plenty of real Orthodox bishops in the 16 Local Churches who have not forgotten the meaning of Conciliarity.

 

 

 

Where Oxlips Grow: A Summer’s Day in Orthodox Suffolk

Without wisdom, wealth is worthless.

King Alfred the Great

I am English, not British. ‘British’ is the name of the barbarian Norman reinvention of the British part of the pagan Roman Empire. Since we are not barbarians, but Christians, we have nothing in common with those Frankish-speaking Vikings, known as the Normans. The latter, their invasion manned by the scum of Northern Europe and financed by anti-Christians from Rouen, made their Capital in London. They abandoned the English Capital of Winchester, where St Alfred still stands, calling his people to wisdom. In East Anglia we always called London ‘the smoke’ and the best place in it was Liverpool Street Station, because that was the escape route home. With this in mind, I invite you to the Suffolk that still resists the Norman Yoke.

At 8.30 I arrived at the north Suffolk home of the Benckendorffs, whom I call the Earl and Countess of Orthodox East Anglia. On one of the hottest days of the decade, after a quick breakfast we left and headed towards the breezy cool of the Suffolk coast along the country lanes. Between Mickfield and Cross Green (if you do not know where they are, you have not lived yet), by a five-bar farm gate was displayed a very large board painted with the St George’s Cross of England, red on white, and written on it were the words: ‘The British State is the enemy within, the enemy of England’. This is how and what everyone outside alien and crooked Norman London and those who have not yet been corrupted by its mercantile spirit, have always thought.

This reminded me of the story of the visit of Tsarevich Nicholas II to Norfolk in June 1894. Staying with the future King Edward VII at his newly-rebuilt Sandringham, they had gone for a walk together around the Sandringham Estate. After walking what seemed like several miles, they realised they were lost. Coming across a horse-drawn cart and approaching the driver for help, the latter said he would give them a lift to the railway station at North Wootton. On boarding the train, the guard asked to see their tickets, and the King began to explain: ‘I am the next King of England and this is the next Tsar of Russia’. ‘Pleased to meet you’, said the guard, ‘and I am the Archbishop of Canterbury. Tickets, please’. Such are the people, not the pharisees.

The other link with a Tsarevich is Newmarket in Suffolk. In 1839, the Grand Duke and future Russian Tsar Alexander II visited England. Queen Victoria, whose real name was Alexandrina, in honour of Tsar Alexander I, threw a ball for him. Lord Palmerston, then Foreign Secretary, took him to the races at Newmarket. In Alexander’s honour, a new horse race was established — the ‘Cesarewitch’, the title of the Russian visitor. To this day, the Cesarewitch is an annual Newmarket race. And now they are building new homes there on the site of the former St Felix Middle School, built by the Edmundham company. We cannot get away from our local saints. They are always with us.

In the car we reached Framlingham, which was festooned with bunting and flags, especially the East Anglian flag, the red cross of St George and in its centre the blue shield and three crowns of our patron St Edmund, the Martyr-King. Then we went through mystical Rendlesham, where still stands St Gregory’s church, founded for the Kings of East Anglia soon after 625 AD in honour of the Patriarch of Rome, who had sent the mission to convert the southern English. We had entered the Sandlings, heathland and forest, with Scots pines, birches, ferns and wildflowers, heading for Orford, its Norman seaside castle quite out of keeping with its cottages, the roses and wisteria climbing to the roofs, hollyhocks, foxgloves and daisies in their gardens.

Here in Orford, all is cool in the sea-breeze. We stroll by the quay, visit a gallery, head through the town as far as the castle and then eat at the King’s Head, with its sign of St Edmund. He is said to have come here in his fight against the Vikings. Today we need his help, for we are still fighting the barbarian Vikings, though now they are called politicians, journalists and arms merchants.  We are reminded again of St Edmund’s heritage and memory: ‘The British State is the enemy within, the enemy of England’. I recall a naïve young man who wrote to me nearly twenty years ago, expressing his alarm that ‘the barbarians are at the gates’. I disagreed with him, saying, ‘No, the barbarians are not at the gates, they have been in charge for a thousand years’.

At lunch we speak of Debenham, the home on the River Deben, in mid-Suffolk, which so much resembles the little town in North Essex where I grew up. We speak of the difference between the Saxon and Anglian dialects of Germanic and how still today the Anglians in Suffolk pronounce the name of the boundary river as Stour (rhyming with tower) and the Saxon/Essex pronunciation which rhymes with tour. A similar difference is apparent in Cambridge, where those on the east bank of the River Cam/Ouse are East Anglians and drink ale, those on the west bank are East Mercians and drink beer, and have a working man’s club on their side. On the other hand, the City of Ely is all East Anglian, as it was in the time of St Audrey.

We speak of the 1959 novel Love on a Branch Line by John Hadfield, which the Benckendorffs have recently read. In it a bureaucrat from London is converted to the East Anglian way, rather as in the novel The Darling Buds of May by H. E. Bates. We speak of the nature of love. The Countess speaks to me of an elderly neighbour. Widowed, he actually bought the bus stop, which had been closed by the bus company, where he had proposed to the love of his life when he had been twenty years old. Every morning he walks down to it and sits on the bench, not waiting for the bus, but for the next meeting with his beloved wife. She tells me how she also knows a widow, who every Friday buys flowers and puts them with a candle in front of the photograph of her late husband.

We leave Orford for Claydon to visit the graves of Sophie (Shuvalova) and Constantine Benckendorff, the wife and the son of Count Alexander Konstantinovich Benckendorff, the last ambassador of the Tsar to the Court of St James. Last September we erected new crosses on their graves, where we wish to plant roses in their memory. We decide to turn for home by the country lanes, past the thatch, hollyhocks and roses of Suffolk villages, past Crowfield, White Horse Corner, Hestley Hall, Standwell Green, by the ripening fields of grain and rape gone to seed, still south of the village of St Dicul, the disciple of St Fursey at Burgh Castle and of St Edmund’s Hoxne. Here, on the back roads, lives Old Suffolk, part of the Old England that we love.

Now we are back home. The Count and Countess get out of the car and the Countess walks among the fallen petals along the path beneath the rose-covered garden arches which lead to the front door of their home and is greeted by her tabby cat, which she picks up, caresses and cradles. It is tea time; the Royal Albert chintz tea set is ready and cake too. We are home and over tea we discuss the project of opening a chapel nearby, in honour of the Dormition of the Mother of God. A building is at present for sale. I promise to speak to our Archbishop about it. Almost in the centre of the triangle of our churches in Colchester, Cambridge and Norwich, this is an ideal location for those who live further away than others. May God bless it.

Count Benckendorff speaks enthusiastically of the couple’s recent visit to Jane Austen’s House in Chawton and to Winchester. Jane Austen’s House felt so authentic for them and they saw her tiny writing table and family portraits. They felt they had been taking part in Pride and Prejudice. They quote from the novel: ‘It must be improper that a young lady should dream of a gentleman before the gentleman is known to have dreamed of her’. Then they had discovered Winchester, the City Museum, and had taken photographs of one another beneath the statue of King Alfred the Great. They want to return and visit more Hampshire villages along the valley of the River Test.

Finally, we turn to our next trip. We will start at St Botolph’s seventh-century thatched church at Iken as an act of pilgrimage, then on to mysterious Laxfield, and from there we can head to Lavenham and Kersey. Who said that Suffolk does not have hills?! In Lavenham I want to show them De Vere’s house, that is the home of Earl de Vere, whom many think wrote ‘Shakespeare’. I tell them of the oxlip flower, mentioned in Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, which grows only in parts of North Essex and Suffolk, which de Vere knew. As he wrote:  I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

26 June 2026

 

 

The Saints of Exning in Suffolk

Exning is a village in Suffolk, 2 miles north-east of New­market, 11 miles south-east of Ely, 14 miles east of Cambridge and 14 miles west of Bury St Edmunds. Its name may go back to the Celtic Iceni (pronounced Ikeni) tribe, who lived in what became Norfolk and North Suffolk. They may be recalled by other place-names on their southern border like the local Icknield Way, Ickworth and Ixworth, and Iken on the Suffolk coast. Exning too may have been a centre for the Iceni, famous for Queen Boudicca, who in the first century AD fought back against the sadistic Romans.

Whatever its origin, by the seventh century Exning was a well-fortified, strategic location. From the north it was protected by the low-lying, swampy fenlands and from the south by the low hills and then the forests and rivers of southern East Anglia. In the gap from the west it was protected by a huge manmade earthwork, today known as the ‘Devils Dyke’, though originally called ‘the Great Ditch’. This defensive earthwork, seven miles long, was built some time in the mid-sixth century as a border wall to protect the East Anglians from peoples to the west.

The Apostle of East Anglia, now Suffolk, Norfolk and eastern Cambridgeshire, is St Felix. Coming from Burgundy in Gaul (France) in 633, he sailed to Canterbury and then across to the Roman fortress by Felixstowe, which is named after him – ‘stowe’ means monastery – to enlighten the pagans. He opened his activities by setting up churches and monasteries near royal halls. One of these was in Rendlesham, upriver from the monastery in Felixstowe in the south-east, another was in Blythburgh, near the port of Dunwich, and to the north-east in Loddon and Reedham.

Around the coast, o the north-west of East Anglia there was another mission centre in Babingley and in the south-west was another in Soham and nearby in the stronghold of Exning. Here there was another royal hall located by the strategic border of East Anglia and it was here that Bishop Felix baptised the King of the East Angles, Anna, and his family. All of them, Jurmin of Blythburgh (+ 653), Audrey (Etheldreda) of Ely (+ 679), Saxburgh of Ely (+ 700), Wendred of March (?) and probably a grand-daughter, Withburgh of Dereham (+ 743), were to become saints.

Even today there is a holy well named after St Wendred in Exning (and also a road) and its water was famed locally among believers for its healing powers. Nobody can remember it freezing over, nor can anybody remember it drying up. It was in the water of this well that Wendred, Audrey and their siblings were baptised. It would seem certain that the original church in Exning was founded by Bishop Felix. Indeed, that church has always been dedicated to St Martin of Tours, who was much venerated by Bishop Felix and throughout Gaul, as well as in Canterbury.

Only in the early thirteenth century was Exning taken over in importance by a ‘new market’, what is now the town of Newmarket, first recorded in 1228, just to the south. The importance of this ‘new market’ may have come about as the result of the many pilgrims who came walking from London by the Icknield Way, whose route is now followed by the A11. They were heading for the shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham in north-west Norfolk, where the Mother of God had appeared to Edith the Fair in 1061, warning of hardships to come under the Norman Yoke.

 

 

The East Anglians

Like the majority of English people, the East Anglians are chiefly descended from the Angles, who once lived on the Angeln Peninsula in the present northern tip of Germany, just below the south-eastern corner of Denmark. They began settling here with some of their neighbours, Saxons, Frisians and others, already at the end of the third century. Some intermarried locally, but in the fourth, fifth and sixth centuries their wider families joined them. By about 600 the Angles dominated the whole region and indeed the whole country, giving their name to England, for they were the majority of the new settlers. Thus, they gave their name to this part of Eastern England, which bulges out into the North Sea, once called the German Ocean. This is in fact more a relatively shallow lake than a sea, with a clockwise current that separates Eastern England from the coast of the Netherlands and Belgium, some 200 miles away.

The River Waveney divides the East Anglian folk into two regions, north and south, which became Norfolk and Suffolk, although these used to extend into the eastern half of what came to be called Cambridgeshire, beyond which lived the Angles of Mercia, now the East and West Midlands (1). In the early sixth century the East Angles formed their own Kingdom of East Anglia. In the ninth century they were joined by numbers of Danish invaders, especially on the coasts and along the rivers. Living in this relatively isolated region and facing an often hostile Continent, over time East Anglians came to display suspicion, aloofness, independence and individuality and were reputed as modest, hard-working, brave, reliable and frugal in their attitudes. Living near the sea, like that famous East Anglian, Lord Nelson, they also displayed a spirit of adventure, inquisitiveness, love of freedom and fair dealing.

Despots have learned about this East Anglian love of freedom to their sorrow. Such despots include the first Norman invader in St Audrey’s Ely, where he was resisted by Hereward. Then new resistance appeared on St Edmund’s Day in 1214 at Bury St Edmunds, which became not only ‘the shrine of the king’, but also ‘the cradle of the law’. For St Edmund, King and Martyr (+ 869), is our East Anglian champion. Then there came the examples of independence given in Norfolk by Geoffrey Lister and Robert Kett in their rebellion against injustice of the fourteenth century, those who rose up against tyranny under the early Cromwell (before he became a tyrant), and later against the European tyrants Napoleon and Hitler. All the foreign tyrants, and to this day, have always been confused by the old East Anglian subtlety of feigned simplicity and apparent ignorance, and the reluctance to show what is in fact deeply-felt emotion.

This feigned ignorance. ‘playing dumb’, is only a sign of our modesty. East Anglians have never liked know-it-all boastfulness, American-style flamboyance and alien pomposity. We prefer the culture of our own modest simplicity, which is so disrespected by some. Partly for this reason, East Anglia is the home of English Painting, with its soft, homelike scenes and our native, pastel-shaded woods and fields. This School was led by such as the famed Gainsborough, Constable, Crome, Cotman, three generations of the Norwich School, and in the last century the great Sir Alfred Munnings. All were inspired by the broad skies, cloudscapes, seascapes and landscapes of the East Anglian scene. East Anglia is our home and in our international age of constant change and instability, all the more an anchor to which we hold. Let London and other big cities go their way. We are here, we are staying here and we are defending here.

Note 1:

With the River Waveney flowing through its middle, the North Sea to the north and the east, the East Anglian border with Essex to the south formed by the River Stour, and to the west by the Rivers Ouse and Cam, East Anglia was distinct from the rest of the country, almost an island. Beyond the Ouse and the Cam, as far as a line descending from Newark, stretches the East Midlands, thereafter it is the West Midlands as far as the Welsh border. Traditionally, East Anglians drank ale, in the East Midlands beer, and in the West Midlands they drank cider.

To the north of East Anglia, in what is now called Lincolnshire and in Northumbria, lived more Angles. Like the Jutes in Kent, southern Hampshire and on the Isle of Wight, the Saxons lived in the south of England, in Essex (East Saxons), Middlesex (Middle Saxons), Sussex (South Saxons) and Wessex (West Saxons). There are no North Saxons, only Anglians, so numerous that they gave their name to the whole country. The term ‘Anglo-Saxon’, is historical nonsense. Indeed, today it is used to mean ‘Anglo-American’, or rather ‘Modern Norman’.

 

 

 

 

September 2025: A Tale of Two Cities and of Two Saints

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way…

Charles Dickens

Two Cities (1859)

Dickens’ The Tale of Two Cities was published 166 years ago and concerned the two cities of London and Paris. Today these cities have become rather irrelevant on the world stage and been replaced by others. These are Ekaterinburg, which in 1918 became the New Paris, the City of Martyrdom, as was old Paris for a time after 1789, and Shanghai, which has become the new centre of commerce, the New London, as was old London until 1918. Ekaterinburg is in North Asia (Eurasia), at the very frontier of Europe and Asia, and Shanghai is in East Asia. In the first days of September 2025, they came to the fore, as three out of the four most important world leaders met because of agreements made in them.

Firstly, there was the meeting of the SCO (Shanghai Co-operation Organisation) and secondly that of the Intercontinental BRICS, founded in Ekaterinburg. The main languages were Mandarin and Russian. And on 3 September over twenty of the most important world leaders gathered in Beijing to celebrate the 80th anniversary of the Chinese victory over the Western puppet of Japan, turned rogue, and against Japanese Fascism. 20 million Chinese were killed in this struggle, 16.5 million of them civilians, for China had to fight for fourteen years from 1931-1945 against 70% of the Japanese Army. This is unlike the USA which fought only from 1941 to 1945 and lost 400,000 from its armed forces.

In its battle against German Fascism, the USSR lost 27 million, 19 million of them civilians. In other words, the USSR and China lost 47 million people against Fascism, whereas US lost fewer than 1% of this. The world leaders gathered in Beijing were national leaders, not tyrannical, oligarch-appointed sexual perverts and puppets of the global banking cartels, as in the West, like Trump, Merz, Starmer and Macron. BRICS is the Concert of Sovereign Nations, which preaches non-interference, co-operation, and refuses to engage in regime-change operations or assassinations of the democratically-elected leaders of other countries. They highlight today’s Tale of Two Cities and Tale of Two Saints.

St Nicholas of Ekaterinburg (1868-1918)

BRICS was founded in the Tsar’s Capital of Saint Petersburg in 2006 and its first summit took place in Ekaterinburg in 2009. Ekaterinburg is the City of the martyrdom of Tsar Nicholas II, his Family and four of his faithful servants in 1918, though the first of them had been martyred in 1916. Tsar Nicholas had reigned over a summit of cultural achievement: Dostoyevsky (1881), Chekhov (1904), Tolstoy (1910); Tchaikovsky (1893), Rimsky-Korsakov (1904), Rakhmaninov (1943); Levitan (1900), Serov (1911), Repin (1930). In 1917 this apex of culture was overthrown in a right-wing plot of aristocrats, generals, politicians and lawyers, orchestrated by British perfidy and hatred of Russia in wartime.

The plotters were themselves soon overthrown by the crude and reactive Western ideology of Marxism, accepted and imposed mainly by Non-Russians. Mass genocide followed. Today, those of us who are faithful to the memory of the righteous Tsar continue his mission. Count and Countess Benckendorff, ambassadors of Holy Rus, travel throughout the East of England and beyond, recently visiting Royal Sandringham and greeting King Charles III, and renewing with St Edmund, the last East Anglian King, who was martyred like Tsar Nicholas by the same heathen. This is despite the apostasy of certain members of the Russian Church, whose liberation from the politicians we all await.

Tsar Nicholas II spoke five languages, Russian, English, French, German and Danish. He was multinational, wanting to build a church for Orthodox in every Western European capital, before the First European War prevented him from implementing this project. Today the Benckendorffs fly the multinational White Russian flag combined with St Edmund’s standard as their confession of the Faith. But a number of Church leaders are still stuck either in the masonic (1721-1917), or the Bolshevik (1917-1991), or the Capitalist (1992-2022) past. Thus, the plagues of nationalism, centralism and sectarianism infect the once great multinational Russian Orthodox Church and sadly enslave it and limit it.

St John of Shanghai (1896-1966)

Ekaterinburg has its saint, but so does Shanghai. Multinational, Imperial and Prophetic like our Tsar, St John (Maximovich) preached repentance for his martyrdom not only to the apostatic Russians in Shanghai, Western Europe and the USA, but also to the whole Western world. As a result of the weaponisation of Western finance, trade, the dollar and diplomacy, the United Nations (UN) may yet move from New York precisely to Shanghai, together perhaps with the IMF (International Monetary Fund), the World Bank and the WTO (World Trade Organisation). Although St John was persecuted, suspended and put on trial by the apostatic Russians in the USA, his victory in Shanghai is coming.

After all, the three largest BRICS nations alone, Russia, China and India, that is, North Asia (Eurasia), East Asia and South Asia, represent over three billion people, some 36% of the world’s population. All Eurasia is now being interconnected, as symbolised by new pipelines which are only reinforcing these interconnections. Even West Asia, the greatest nation of which is Iran, is entering into those interconnections, despite the Western wars against it. Africa, Latin America and even Oceania are also now entering into those interconnections. Missing only is the self-isolated and barbarically aggressive north-western peninsula of Eurasia, that pretentiously calls itself ‘Europe’.

That ‘Europe’ and its US master is now a blend of failed (bankrupt) states and rogue (which murder the heads of other countries) states. As globalists, their leaders hate as ever their own peoples. The 750 + US bases worldwide are not threats to freedom, but monuments to its bankruptcy. The Western world, Northern America, Western Europe, the crusader settler colony of Israel, Japan, Taiwan, South Korea and the 47 million of Oceania, is isolated. And so it mounts attacks against BRICS in Pakistan and Bangladesh, Nepal and Indonesia, Syria and Iran, Thailand and Cambodia, Venezuela and Brazil, Armenia and Azerbaijan, Bosnia and Serbia, Romania and Moldova, Hungary and Slovakia.

The Way Ahead (2025)

First the Western world lost its diplomatic, technological and military war against Russia, China and India. Then it lost its economic war of illegal sanctions and tariffs, against Russia in 2023, China in 2024, and India in 2025. Western Europe is still living in the past of its old empires. The Frankish Empire of Western Europe, built against Eastern Europe (from 882 on), against Southern Europe (from 999 to 1194), against Northern Europe (from 1066 on) and then against the coastlands of West Asia and North Africa (from 1096 on), is over. This millennial empire is why it is four times more difficult for Western Europe to give up its hubris and fantasy than for the USA with its mere 250-years of empire.

At this very moment Western European governments are collapsing in violence. Its European Wars, ‘World War One’ (1914-18) saw the suicide, or rather murder by Zionists, of the German Second Empire (Reich), the Russian Imperial, the Austro-Hungarian and the Ottoman Empires. ‘World War Two’ (1939-45) saw the suicide, or rather murder, of the German Third Empire (Reich), the British, the French and the Japanese Empires. ‘World War Three’ (2022- ) saw the suicide, or rather murder, of the US Empire and that of its vassals in Western Europe, the Ukraine and Israel. At this very moment, Western European governments are collapsing. And the cause is the same – suicide or murder.

‘It would be a far, far better thing that you do, than you have ever done’ for the West to return to the Pre-West. This is the West of the Age of the Saints. For authentic Christianity is not a Western religion, but came out of Asia for the whole world. And so the West would become again part the rest of the world. This is the future, to rejoin the Concert of the Sovereign Nations, in respect and toleration. US intolerance, like its religion, does not export. US religion was cast out of Europe because of its intolerance, its intimidation and bullying are not Christian. Western intolerance, interference in the affairs of others, is dead, which is why the Western world is the museum and the cemetery of its past.

 

 

 

The Message of Ekaterinburg

‘The circus has left town, but the clowns have stayed on.’

Old Saying

Foreword: The Present

In English one who causes chaos may be called ‘a bull in a china shop’. Without wishing to pun, the current US President may be described as ‘a bull in the China shop’. His bullying, threats and then retaliation are like those of a spoiled child, who throws his toys out of his pram in a tantrum when he is contradicted. However, apart from tariff terrorism, he also threatens threefold military war – against Iran and Yemen, China in the ‘Chinese Ukraine’ of Taiwan, and Russia in the Ukraine. Some call his policies suicidal, some doubt his sanity, though these are his equally insane political enemies. US authority used to be based on three pillars: military, moral and economic might. Today, the first has been pushed over by Russian military superiority, the second by the US genocide in Gaza and the third by the economic might of China. Can the Temple still stand now?

If the ‘eccentric’ Mr Trump, whose slogan appears to be MMGA, ‘Make Me Great Again’, rules one part of the Collective West, what can be said of the other part, Western Europe? Here the sinister, pro-Nazi EU wants to raid the savings of EU citizens for a trillion euros for its forever war in the Ukraine, rigs elections in Germany and Moldova, bans the AfD, the most popular Party in Germany, imprisons the ‘far right’ (= Anti-Fascist) leader Le Pen in France, in Romania bans the priest’s son and future President, Calin Georgescu, so as to use the country as a base to invade Russia, just as Hitler used Romanians before, blackens Meloni in Italy and Orban in Hungary and tries to assassinate Fico in Slovakia. As for its ‘Big Three’ political leaders, Napoleon Macron, Blackrock Merz and Harmer Starmer, they seem to be squabbling for the crown of ‘Most Foolish in Europe’.

The Way Down: The End of the West

When I become Tsar, there will be no poor and unhappy people. I want everyone to be happy.

Tsarevich Alexei

Western hegemony is unsustainable, as we know from the huge accumulation of US deficit and debt, which are echoed in all Western European countries. The system has reached breaking point, it cannot go on any longer. This is why President Trump introduced tariffs, though they are not at all the solution and are instead threatening to collapse the US economy altogether, which is much smaller than the Chinese. The problem, after all, is caused by the US having lived far beyond its means for two generations and weaponising the dollar and its banking system against the rest of the world, policies enacted by US presidents for over five decades. Weaponising the dollar was a fatal error. At any moment, foreign investments in the dollar and US government bonds can be withdrawn, shattering the already weak US economy and causing a run on the dollar.

The Collective West, a mere 10% of the whole planet, has long lived off cheap Russian energy and cheap Chinese manufactures. It has now sanctioned Russia 30,000 times and the US has tariffed China by 145%. Both parts of the Western world now suffer suicidally from its own tariffs or sanctions – while 90%, the rest of the world, trades with one another normally, tariff and sanction free. As for Western Europe, it is ruled by degenerate colonial oligarchies, who live in a virtual reality, the delusion that makes them think that it is still the century before last. Its Empire is in reality determined by transnational banking corporations, whose anti-patriotic ideology is Globalism. To make matters worse, these Western European leaders have fallen out not just with European Russia and Asian China, but also with the new, post-2024 nationalist USA.

As a result, Western Europe, having squabbled with everyone, is now critically isolated. Although its leaders still maintain control of their captive populations through very tight censorship of their legacy media, intense surveillance and nightmare threats to the children of a bogeyman enemy, in effect, through Nazification and militarisation, there is ever greater polarisation between the rich 10% and the 90% of the rest within those Western European societies. Nevertheless, the decadent ruling elite, symbolised by a dying, divisive and perhaps even disbelieving Pope of Rome, is facing the growing possibility of a social uprising against its millennial control. The people laboured for 500 years under a feudal medieval con-trick, for 400 years under social control moralism and puritanism, and are now being zombified by their condescending elites.

As under Old Pagan Rome, so under New Pagan Rome, Western people labour under the rule of bread (consumerism) and circuses (the legacy media, ‘entertainment’ and ‘sport’). However, there is now a growing Sovereigntist wave of revolt, the revolt of the people, Populism against the Dystopian future offered by the Western Establishment, to the point where populations are starting to collapse. Fewer and fewer want to bring children into the Nazi world on offer. The Victory of Sovereigntism is the only solution if humanity is to survive in these countries. This Populism is already perceptible on the horizon in every part of the Western world, despite the imprisoning, slandering and persecuting of the leaders who oppose the Globalist ruling class. In some places, maybe first in violent France and Romania, this revolt may even turn violent.

The Way Forward: The Future

‘Today, we are fighting so that it would never occur to anyone that Russia, our people, our language, or our culture can be erased from history. Today, we need a consolidated society, and this consolidation can only be based on sovereignty, freedom, creation and justice. Our values ​​are humanity, mercy and compassion’.

President V.V. Putin, 2022

The Way Forward is in a World Alliance of anti-colonial peoples, a People’s Globalisation, founded on fairness and compassion. This is already here, the decentralising but co-operating BRICS, which already has 56% of the world trade. Its popularity and unity have been hugely reinforced by the incompetence of Western leaders, not least the US leader. Dozens more countries are waiting to join it, perhaps soon European Hungary, Italy and Spain, as well as other victims of Western colonialism of the past and its alphabet soup of UN, EU, NATO etc. Founded in 2009 in Ekaterinburg, the City between Europe and Asia where the Tsar and His Family were martyred ninety-one years before, BRICS has as its premier members Russia, India and China, the largest countries which were sabotaged or suffered humiliation under Western colonial manipulators.

From the eighteenth century on, the whole Indian Subcontinent endured its humiliation at the hands of the exploitative British elite; from the nineteenth century on, China endured its ‘century of humiliation’ from the Western world, symbolised by the anti-imperialist ‘Boxer’ rebellion between 1899 and 1901; and from the twentieth century on, the peoples of Russia endured their humiliation, from which they at last freed themselves only in 2022. Each time the humiliations included huge massacres of their peoples at the hands of Westernised materialists, in India by luxury-corrupted rulers, in China by Mao, and in Russia by Lenin and Stalin. Thus, BRICS began as an Anti-Colonial League, but it looks to a future together, of sovereign, independent, but co-operating peoples.  This is not Corporate Globalisation, but the People’s Globalisation.

Now is the time of the humiliation of the Western world. The West has failed to prevent Russia from freeing the peoples of the Ukraine from the Western-installed Nazi regime in Kiev. That regime was the unnatural extension of default Western European Nazism to the Eastern half of Europe, which eighty years ago valiantly and self-sacrificingly defeated the old Western European Nazism, at the cost of 27 million lives. After the defeat of the West in its proxy Ukraine, the peoples of Western Europe have been left with only one choice – to overthrow their Fascist elite and join BRICS as individual, respectful and respected nations, especially now that the USA is walking away from the imperialist Project Ukraine of its previous dementia. Already in Eastern Europe 75% of the population supports Russia, in Central Europe 65% and even in Western Europe up to 40%.

Hubris and Humility

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest those who are sent to thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, and you would not!

Matt. 23, 37

The Marxists were installed with their materialist ideology by the Western Powers in Russia, after their useful idiots of aristocrats, generals and intellectuals had overthrown the old order and deposed the last Christian Emperor. It was after all from New York bankers that the order went out to murder the Tsar and His Family in Ekaterinburg in July 1918. The bankers feared only genuine Orthodox Christianity, the Orthodoxy of the Holy Spirit, of pastors and prophets, confessors and martyrs, not that of protocols and careerists, bureaucrats and politicians, who killed the prophets because the latter would not allow Jerusalem to be turned into Babylon. The bankers wanted to feudalise the peoples to enslaving finance. They tried to Sovietise the Russians and Americanise the Greeks, making both bow down to and worship pagan models.

Thus, the Russians were supposed to admire the Soviet-installed Patriarch Sergius and his followers, who like new Popes of Rome wanted to ‘save the Church’, by glorifying the atheist State and imprisoning the righteous in its Russian Vatican. And as for the Greeks, to their everlasting shame, they were bought out by the CIA-installed, American Patriarch Athenagoras through the power of the Almighty dollar, a model just as Western as a Russian Pope. It is time for Russians and Greeks alike to return to real Orthodoxy, to quit centralising bishop-politicians, who amass power and wealth and are wolves in shepherd’s clothing. It is time to return to the spiritual values of the New Martyrs and Confessors, to the pastors and fathers, who are shepherds in shepherd’s clothing and who denounce the wolves in their shepherd’s luxury camouflage.

The essence of the millennial barbarian Western ideology is Hubris. This is the fatal pride which believes that the Western world represents God on earth, arrogating to itself all that is Divine, giving itself the dogmatic right to lord it over the rest of the world, when in fact it is at best human, at worst devilish. From the Western Institutions of Papacy to Parliament and President, each Western European nation in turn went through this absolutist Nazi sickness that it is God on earth: the Papacy that preached bloody ‘crusades’, Spain that massacred in the Americas, France with its narcissistic Sun-King, Britain with its never-setting imperial sun that nevertheless set, Belgium with its massacres,  Germany with its racist Nazism, and the USA with its Global Empire. They all preached the same ideology that Might is Right, of their ‘rules-free international disorder’.

It is time to turn away from the Hubris of the Jerusalem that killed the prophets and stoned the envoys of God, silencing their voices for a while, and turn back to the Humility of old, which each people of Western Europe once had in the Lives and voices of its Saints, the followers of Christ. This means returning to Europe’s spiritual roots, to turn away from those who tried to conquer, exploit and oppress the rest of the world, justifying themselves like Bush by claiming that ‘God told them to do it’. These spiritual roots are those of the Old West, the Western Europe of the first millennium which followed the Light of the Son of God Incarnate in Asia. For the Saints what is Greatness? It is in His Victory over Death, not in power and riches. It is in the Civilisation of the Saints which is not the Civilisation of Death and Decay, but the Civilisation of Life and Resurrection.

Eve of the Resurrection of Lazarus, 2025,

Monastery of Curchi, Moldova

 

The Western European Elite Isolated

The Western proxy war in the Ukraine continues, though it is now more or less without the US, which is tired of losing so much money in that entirely unprofitable project. Thus, it is now a Western European proxy war. It seems as though the US will next abandon the equally absurd and loss-making NATO, which Russia has all but destroyed anyway. And the Ukrainians are running out of soldiers to die. Meanwhile, Zelensky has said that he will quit, providing he gets more money. ‘Give me the money and I will go away’. This is typical of a narcissist, whose sense of entitlement is such that he can only be compared to a spoiled brat. Given the new attitude of the US, Zelensky now has to find more dupes to exploit. And the dupes are queueing up for him in Western Europe. This is especially so in the UK, where the proud Establishment is still living in the delusional fantasy of Imperial greatness, although dead long ago, and in vainglorious Napoleonic France, where this fantasy is also shared.

Why do such delusions still exist? Sadly, the greater the empires of the past – the British and the French – and the longer ago they began (in Britain in 1066, in Capetian France a century later), the greater their delusions in the present. Moreover, the British and, in theory, the French, came out as victors in 1945, though they were victors only on paper, their victory was Pyrrhic. In reality, the British had begun handing over their Empire to the US as early as 1916, according to Milner’s Round Table plan. This plan was to destroy the Tsar’s Russia and then use the US as a catspaw to prolong British Imperialism. However, all that was good in the Tsar’s Russia, State-regulated Capitalism and free healthcare and education, survived in the USSR. It proved unvanquished. We clearly see that continuity today – Russia is still the largest country in the world and the largest economy in Europe. The Tsar’s Russia, with even its flag, is rising from the dead. Nemesis is coming for those who tried to destroy it.

The Western European elite has now isolated itself from both the Russian Federation and the New USA. There is no more ‘Collective’ West, for only Zelensky and the warmongering Europeans want to continue their war. Thus, that elite has made itself even more irrelevant and laughable in the eyes of the rest of the world and of its own non-zombified peoples. The future German Chancellor Merz (whom 71.5% of German voters do not support) and the unelected ‘Brussels Empire’ bureaucrat, Empress von der Leyen, have both expressed that isolation very eloquently. As the USA prepares to lift sanctions against Russia, the self-harming and very unpopular EU and UK elites (with about 20% of support) are applying even more sanctions to further destroy their own economies. Given the hostility of the Western European elite to both its Great Power neighbours, east and west, and the complete absence of any positive foreign policies or strategies, what possible future can they have?

First of all, we have to understand why the Western European elite refuses to grasp reality, whereas the USA, under Trump, has finally grasped the reality, that it has been willingly deceived by Kiev and its own former, very corrupt elite. The reason for the obtuseness of the Western European elite is because it is profoundly stuck in that above-mentioned thousand-year-old rut. This comes from belief in its snobbish and arrogant prejudice of its own mythical superiority, that somehow, mysteriously, ‘The West is Best’, that is, ‘We are best’. Conversely, the USA has, at worst, only a 250-year-old mentality of superiority, arguably, it may only be 80 years old, going back only to 1945. After all, we should not forget that the greatest ally of the USA in the nineteenth century was Imperial Russia, indeed Russia probably saved the US Union during its Civil War. And both countries fought together against Germany in two World Wars as allies. Are we returning to that once more?

Thus, the US elite is throwing off that mentality of superiority, which it took on from Western Europe, especially from the British elite. However, in Western Europe we can see how that anti-Christian mentality of superiority was shared by its most important leaders during the 1940s. For example, Hitler hated his neighbours, the Slavs (he slaughtered 30 million of them in his holocaust) and the Jews, just as they did during the Teutonic Crusades. Churchill hated ‘blacks and browns’, Africans and Asians, his imperial neighbours. As for De Gaulle, he hated his neighbours, the Arabs, just as they did during the Crusades against the Holy Land. Typically, by the end of 1940 all the Roman Catholic countries in Europe were run by Nazis. It can be said that this Nazism, the hatred of neighbours, is the common ideology of the Western European elite. Look back to Mussolini in Italy and Ethiopia, the Belgian Leopold in the Congo, the Dutch in the ‘East Indies’, the Spanish conquistadores, or the Italian Columbus.

But what will post-Yalta Western Europe be replaced by? Surely there needs to be a New Yalta? The Old Yalta was 80 years ago and is no longer relevant. A New Yalta would be attended by the New Big Three, Presidents Trump, Putin and Xi (instead of Churchill). ‘Eastern Europe’ (in fact the eastern half of Western Europe) is already making its choice, in Hungary, Slovakia, Austria, Croatia, Serbia, even in former East Germany, probably in freed Romania next May and, as riots take place against the EU in Sofia, probably in Bulgaria too. Others will follow them. Thus, most of ‘Eastern Europe’ is already deciding on its future – it is in free trade and shared cultural contacts with the Russian Federation. Independent of Russia, it will also be independent of the EU. Western Europe also needs to return to and reintegrate the rest of Asia or, if you prefer, Eurasia. The people want it. After all, Europe is a fake Continent, it is part of Asia and all ‘Europeans’ came to the European Peninsula from Asia.

In other words, the future of Western Europe is also to be with, though in no way under, Russia, that is with the rest of Europe, half of which is precisely inside Russian borders. Today the symbolic head of Western Europe, the elderly and ill Pope of Rome, lies close to death, like his Religion in Western Europe, as also the Protestant groups in Western Europe, which broke off from the Popes, and which are now also dying out in pedophilia. This is also deeply symbolic. Is there a viable alternative in Orthodox Christianity? True, parts of both the Russian Church have been infiltrated through hatred-preaching ‘Orthobro’ bishops and the Greek Church through bribes, but there are other Orthodox Churches, which are free, not subjugated to the USAID of Biden. The other Local Orthodox Churches can help Western Europeans return to their roots and identity. Here is the chance for Western Europeans – to return to authentic, ancestral ‘European values’, from Christ, Who also came from Asia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Civilising Mission of the Orthodox Church in the Western World

I would long ago have gone mad in the face of human injustice, if I had not known that Christ will have the last word in history.

St Paisios the Athonite

Decadence has always existed. It is a result of the Fall. However, it is one thing for decadence to exist, quite another for decadence to be institutionalised. Some people like to imagine that the decadence of the West was institutionalised only recently, in, say, 1997, or the 1960s. Others, more radically, suggest that it was at the Enlightenment, the Reformation, the Renaissance or even in 1274 and with the invention of Nominalism. In fact, the rot set in well before that. The rot began before with Charlemagne, but ‘set in’, or rather, was institutionalised in the eleventh century and the date of 1054, in the middle of the century, symbolises the institutionalisation of the rot.

The West is civilised? The Papally-sponsored massacres of hundreds of thousands in Spain, Italy and, then in 1066, in England? The massacres of the Jews in the Rhineland on the way to the genocidal Crusades in the Holy Land, the sacking of the Christian capital in 1204, the genocide of the Cathars in France, and then that by the Teutonic Knights? The Inquisition? The Black Death? The Conquistadors? The witch-hunts? The ‘Wars of Religion’? The genocide in the New World, South and North America?

The colonialisation of India? The ‘opium wars’ with China? The genocide of the Tasmanians and the Maori? The European scramble for Africa? That of Leopold in the Congo? Two suicidal European Wars, become World Wars? The Germans in Namibia? The British in Kenya? The French in Algeria? The Western invasions of and genocides in Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria and the Ukraine? And all these tens or hundreds of millions of dead Non-Europeans are enshrined in 1,000 years of ‘heroic’ pro-Western ‘narratives’? Western Civilisation?

We have had a thousand years of Western Anti-Civilisation. But who can recivilise the Western world and return it to the first millennium? Or is it finally going to destroy itself? Clearly, extremists will not help save it, neither those who accept and want to ape the West in everything, nor those who reject and want to denigrate everything in the West. It is all more subtle than that. Thus, religions like Islam and Hinduism will not work in the West, for they are too closely connected with the alien Arab and Indian worlds. As for the Buddhist or Confucian philosophies, they are only for intellectuals.

What remains and can attract and answer the West’s spiritual needs, bringing it back to the Age of the Saints, the time before decadence became institutionalised? We can answer the question negatively:

What remains and can attract and answer those needs CANNOT be something corrupted, sexually depraved, financially depraved or depraved by jealousy for us.

What remains and can attract and answer those needs CANNOT be something sectarian that condemns other Christians as Non-Christians.

What remains and can attract and answer those needs CANNOT be something that belongs exclusively to another race and condemns all other races.

I have been telling the world for fifty years what can attract and answer the spiritual needs of Western people who have such needs. However, I have all this time been persecuted by the extremists, by the corrupt and depraved in the Russian Church inside Russia, by the sectarian in the Russian Church outside Russia, and by the racist everywhere, not least in Constantinople.

He who has ears, let him hear.