Bronze Age Mindset

I decided to go ahead and read Bronze Age Mindset and I have to admit I’m positively surprised. The book is very likable, because the author, the notorious Bronze Age Pervert, doesn’t take himself too seriously. He also doesn’t try to convince you of things you don’t want to believe. If anything, he tries to amuse. He is better at this than I had anticipated.

This is not a prophet looking to recruit followers. This is more the equivalent of an old guy sitting in a pub on a monday morning, who knows exactly what sort of people are going to show up to his little corner of the world.

Consider the following:

Many times in a new country I got so restless in small apartment and filled with such a desire to act out that, if bars and everything else is closed, I go to the nearest hostel and make a nuisance of myself. I was kicked out of a number of such places, and also out of frathouses in the past, when I told them my theories about mind control, about the numbers in phone books arranged in suggestive ways, about the habits of African hunting dogs and the strength of hyena’s bite and neck. The people liked my stories, but the staff watched me from the side with great jealousy and wanted to “call security.” In mall I’ve been frequently asked by sallow guard if “Sir, do we have to call security,” because, while walking, I felt myself grabbed with a fast spirit, and ejaculated all kinds of words in Tourette way. I went to troll gay bars with Hitler mustache, and outraged the patrons there with stories of how the National Socialists started out as a gay-rights movement in a basement in Munich, and how this is admirable. Hunger for space, claustrophobia—the most noble phobia—isn’t “just spiritual.” Nothing serious is ever just “of the spirit.” Of the spirit means fake and gay—all real orientations exist only in the blood and show themselves, not just in the higher reaches and tastes of one’s spirit, but in daily life and daily needs. I want always to be in center of room in front of big window when I must work, which I hate doing. All real thoughts come only when you walk outside, standing up, in fresh air: I knew this long before I was made aware of it through Nietzsche, who says you should distrust any thoughts you’ve had indoors. Add to that, any thoughts that come into your head in the fetid miasma of most cities. Add to that, when the whole day you’re harassed and needled by the viciousness of others, that comes from a vulgar desire for power displayed by secretaries, service workers. Service workers have often tried to oppress me. Larry David understands this problem; but he is still trying to be too “nice,” he presents his struggle against the oppression of the service industry as self-deprecating, self-criticism. They are mostly vicious demons. Just today waitress came to try to take away coffee cup, even though it had small layer on bottom, my favorite cold layer of coffee….I told her, no I drink this, I signaled with my hand, and still she bend over, while looking me in the eye, trying to take, and I could see in the look in her eye a mixture of defiance, lust, masochistic lust, a desire to usurp, a desire to eat me alive. I had to repeat three times. I’ve had to push customer service bitchmale against the wall, he wouldn’t stop following me around and commenting on the wine. I don’t pretend to be a rebirth of Theseus or Ajax, but if any such man were born today, he’d be fast in a mental asylum or dead. Only the small in spirit can thrive. In this way they chip away at your spirit in a thousand ways. Traffic lights train you to obedience like animal in cage, especially at night when there are no other cars around. Having to be in passenger seat while moron is driving, I couldn’t even stand this friend and asked him if he wouldn’t mind if I jacked off while we drove between two cities. “Yeah man, sure, go ahead no big deal…” he agree, so I know there was nothing left in him. It’s for this reason also that I go in the dirtiest of red light districts or enter porn cinemas: I like to see trap injecting industrial-grade silicon in chest, I like to hear whores trade stories how the word “homosexual” comes from “a sexual man,” and that homos are just hypersexualized whore-males. I believe this is true.

People say the author is a Jew and I’m almost certain he must have some Ashkenazi ancestry, because only those lepers, beggars and other outcasts Moses took with him on a psychedelic journey of forty years through the Sinai have the talent for prose of this quality.

You can tell this guy has a kind of wonder and amazement about the world, radiating with vitality, that you would normally only expect to encounter in fifteen year old boys. It is as if he never had to live in the real world, the world of the group-assignment, nagging wife and the cubicle, where you have this beaten out of you.

Most of the Twitter right consists of charlatans, raw milk peddling Tradcats who want you to subscribe to their substack, wallowing in bitterness and paranoia. But beneath BAP’s bombastic and schizoid persona, you find a man playing the role of a charlatan. He seems moved by compassion, for caged animals and young men alike, beasts that have their spirits broken by the pointlessness of life within the humanflood.

The book is an exhortation. It doesn’t really claim to offer new ideas, rather it seeks to inspire people to pursue greatness. It mostly does so by providing many numerous amusing historical anecdotes, along with tales from the author’s own misspent youth.

But it feels to me, like the author spends the whole book running away from its conclusion: This world is exhausted. Once BAP arrives at his advice, we move from tales of pirates and french mercenaries overthrowing African governments, to setting up scouting groups and taking care of lonely elderly.

And that’s kind of where the problem lies. You can go out on your ship and plunder villages and bring back women as your sex slaves, in a context where the rival tribes you target just as happily extract your heart on the altar as an offer to their Gods. But that world doesn’t exist anymore. We have steadily moved towards becoming nicer, as the monsters stopped winning.

In this modern context, the “bronze age mindset” becomes just tribalist sociopathy. His critics brought up a fair point, that what happened in Israel in October is the closest equivalent to a modern version of a bronze age raid. It doesn’t make the world a better place. The men who had to witness the carnage, were not filled with a newfound sense of meaning in their lives. They were confronted with a sudden sense of utter meaningless of everything. Suicides have happened, among people who simply witnessed the aftermath of the attack.

And if we have to be really honest, the author of this book does not strike me as the kind of man to overthrow an African government or sell all the boys of an entire island off to slavery. It feels like an act, a stage persona, that the author has started to believe in himself. It is a very entertaining read, but my autism is not severe enough to imagine this man believes in what he writes. It feels like reading a book by a nice Jewish boy, meant to cure other nice Jewish boys of their niceness.

The world is more interesting with serial killers roaming about who lure women into their pickup truck before biting off chunks off their flesh. But that doesn’t mean you should aspire to be such a man. Evil and pointless cruelty are the default state of life. You should trust that nature will supply it when necessary, instead of seeking to reform yourself into such a man. The darkness that surrounds our planet is immeasurable. When nature feels the need, there will be a tsunami, a zombie plague, a solar flare. There is no need for us to make more darkness.

The best advice in the book, is not new, nor radical, but nonetheless important: The value of close male friendship. Most men in our era don’t have close friends. Worse, their girlfriends and wives often actively help bring about this situation. It is ultimately more important, to have true close friends, than to have a partner.

The most important advice I was missing from this book, considering its intended audience, is that most suffering is psychological and self-inflicted. You worry about norwoods, about recessed chins, about low testosterone, about low birth rates, about pedophile orgies on tropical islands, about Klaus Schwab feeding you bugs, about Oatly in the supermarket, about blonde women dancing to mediocre rap music. But this is suffering you cause to yourself.

You would be better off, to revel in the absurdity of the moment. There is no future, there is no legacy you need to leave behind and no matter what you do, you will die anyway. Why not go out to the forest at dusk, to smoke a bowl of x20 salvia from a bong? Why not find a woman to sit on your face? Why not dive into an underwater cave? This is true hedonism: No concern for your dignity, no concern for your safety, just indulging in the moment, in the opportunities that life has to offer. Yes, you can not catapult venomous snakes onto the people of Rome, but you can eat tropical fruit in the middle of winter when it’s snowing outside, so indulge in that.

But true hedonism, is still taboo for the right. Instead the BAPtists pursue a kind of pseudo-hedonism built on a misinterpretation of their true desires, that involves a kind of display of power that was out of rich for most people throughout history anyway. You think you want to be Caligula. But even Caligula did not want to be Caligula.

Men like Caligula and Donald Trump are created by necessity. You can not go bald as Donald Trump, without everyone remarking on it. Prostitutes reveal the shape of your penis to the world. With every attempt to crush your ego, you feel the need to inflate it further. Because when you lose, you are not just forgotten like everyone else who loses. You lose in front of the whole world. You can not go to the supermarket, without being recognized as the man who lost.

And now you will say “well Mr. Radagast, you worry about viruses evolving to escape bad vaccines”. But to that I say, that at the core of my being, this is not something that worries me. I see it instead, as a great relief. It pleases me, that the billionaires, PhDs and politicians of this world can not control life down to the molecular level. And even our changing climate, is to me a consolation: It proves that this insanity, this charade that we call modern life can not go on forever. I am not proud of this, but I insist on being transparent about it.

21 Comments

  1. I think it’s retarded to only be able to conceive of meaning and excitement coming about as a result of cruelty, violence, sadism, predatoriality, savagery. If we allow ourselves to imagine any world that could ever exist, even ignoring things like the laws of physics or the metaphysical paradigms we’re taught to believe in here, it’s clear that none of the above are necessary to feel alive. I want to be able to fly around freely in the air, to create worlds with my mind, to go on adventures and see things that aren’t even possible, take drugs that don’t even exist, effortlessly alter my physical form in whatever way I please. Fuck evil, I don’t need the threat of being sexually molested or tortured to feel alive. I didn’t need any of that to feel alive when I was a small child, either, and neither did you if you looked back and remembered. It’s the whole reality that’s deeply wrong, yes, but not just because of ‘the structure of modern civilizaion’; it goes WAY deeper than that.

  2. Quote: “The most important advice I was missing from this book, considering its intended audience, is that most suffering is psychological and self-inflicted.”

    Like you torturing yourself with your misanthropy.

  3. So wenig als möglich sitzen; keinem Gedanken Glauben schenken, der nicht im Freien geboren ist und bei freier Bewegung – in dem nicht auch die Muskeln ein Fest feiern. Alle Vorteile kommen aus den Eingeweiden. – Das Sitzfleisch – ich sagte es schon einmal – die eigentliche Sünde wider den heiligen Geist.

    As usual, the original (German, lol) quote is so much better than the parphrase. Nothing to add to that.

  4. You are correct on the point that the soon to be banquet of the misery and suffering of the injected retarded normie peanut brains will give great relief. I wait in eager anticipation to help as much as I can with disposing of the bodies. I intend to start a pig farm to do this job. 20 pig in one pen, give them a couple of days without food, and then the pigs can dispose of an injected retard in one sitting. Happy pigs they will be. What goes around comes around. Karma.

  5. > “You would be better off, to revel in the absurdity of the moment. There is no future, there is no legacy you need to leave behind and no matter what you do, you will die anyway. Why not go out to the forest at dusk, to smoke a bowl of x20 salvia from a bong? Why not find a woman to sit on your face? Why not dive into an underwater cave? This is true hedonism: No concern for your dignity, no concern for your safety, just indulging in the moment, in the opportunities that life has to offer. Yes, you can not catapult venomous snakes onto the people of Rome, but you can eat tropical fruit in the middle of winter when it’s snowing outside, so indulge in that.”

    > “And now you will say “well Mr. Radagast, you worry about viruses evolving to escape bad vaccines”.”

    I wonder how much longer humanity has left to enjoy its remaining hedonism before shit really starts to hit the fan. I mean, to go from where we are right now, to SARS2 de-attenuating significantly, reverting to much higher virulence, and resembling SARS1. 6 months? A year? 18 months? Less? More?

    And I also wonder how the financial markets will react to such a calamity. What will happen to asset prices? Remember, from February to March 2020, the S&P 500 fell over 30%, from ~3400 to ~2300. How high will U.S. Treasury yields spike?

    The Bitcoin Bros over on Twitter are getting very excited right now, because the price is pumping and the halving is less than two months away. Little do they know…..

    Sorry about the depressing comment. I envy the ignorance of the normies and NPCs.

    • >I envy the ignorance of the normies and NPCs.

      The normies and NPCs are both expressions of whatever God/Source/AI is running this place. In that sense, they are “swimming with the current”.

      It is you and I and other participants here who might be said to be swimming against the current.

      Some would say that makes us Luciferian.

      I’m having trouble keeping these lines straight

      • Mehen I seem to recall an old comment you posted here back in 2023 where you compared your own personal characteristics with those of Diogenes and former prolific commenter Littlebook. It seemed to be some kind of trichotomy you described where you used a family analogy where there was some kind of father-son or brother-brother relationship between you and both Diogenes and Littlebook. Or that you were all sitting together, with one on your right, and one on your left.
        Or perhaps it was Diogenes or Littlebook who wrote the comment. Or maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination, and never actually happened. In that case, please ignore this comment.

        • LSWM Lives Matter,

          No. As I remember it, I made a reference to Radagast having two forces on his shoulders. Diogenes, who might be considered the “wise old father” gently nudging him away from his darker impulses, and me on the other side, not exactly a demon, but something else.

      • It’s a hell realm dude. It becomes SUPER obvious when you reach a certain point of awareness. It’s excruciating, actually. But yeah, most people never even find out. I’ve tried to explain things to people before but they either ignore me or treat me like I’m a fucking alien, in the vast majority of cases. Better to swim against the current of this place though, trust me.

  6. BAP does have some Jewish ancestry, but he doesn’t consider himself a Jew and he’s never been a part of Jewish tradition, and he’s doesn’t care about Israel. Anyway, BAM is a good redpill in order to help young men get out of thinking like libtarded slaves, and allot of the concepts the book introduces (Like the Longhouse) are brilliant and true. But you’re also correct that much of it is a larp and that the type of guys who it resonates with don’t really want to go around enslaving and raping people. (It’s mostly empty posturing, fun posturing though)

    It’s liberating to reject society’s norms and call yourself cunnyrapistwarlord1488 while pretending like you want a harem of sex slaves as you commit total nigger death; but you can see the real appeal behind BAP’s work is the cry for freedom, fun, and dignity rather than hatred for others (Those types tend to end up leftists and wignats) You say the only proper hedonism today is hedonism without meaning, but I don’t want that. I want meaning in my life and my struggles, to contribute to the greater good. I don’t care if I get to eat fruit and jerk off while the world burns.

    I like BAM allot, but I don’t really relate to the desire to be some warlord slaving rapist. (Though it is fun to shitpost about) I want an orderly, just, and rational society (Truly rational, and not constrained by rationalist CONSTRUCTS, there’s a difference.) Not all Aryans are the same either, Germanics have never been like Mediterranean, we don’t care to base our politics off personal loyalty, rather we are loyal to our tribes and our God. Celebrating gangster morality is funny, but it’s not ideal at the end of the day. Nietzsche is also overrated.

    “BAPites are those who follow the Nietzschean pagan philosophy of Bronze Age Pervert. They are a large and disparate group, but they generally have some common traits, such as emotional receptiveness, ambitiousness (or the appearance thereof), love of poetics, high tolerance for obscurity (but not pseudo-intellectualism), professed amorality, lack of dogmatism, individualism, and heroic ideation. They are useful as a vector for Templism. They are often virtuous. They are therefore Mislead But Useful Allies. The BAPist philosophy is not terribly false, either, but the “BAPist pagan movement” lacks ideological definition because it relies on waffly continental philosophy which resembles poetry more than philosophy, which is approximate as far as I am concerned to being “false” in that the claims they make are “not true but trying and failing to assert something”. Sometimes they are POWs, if they take the philosophy of Nietzsche to the letter and therefore advocate the irresponsible “heroism” of thugs and tyrants who they sometimes call “elites”.”

    “While it did not in the past, the history of the early Aryans has been regarded by some modern Neo-pagans to be decidedly un-Germanic. Not a lot is actually known about the ancient Aryans, but the singular fact that they sometimes associated in small mannerbunds of warriors has led to a fringe “Aryan gangster mythos”. They exalt the kind of “personal” tendencies that are opposite to what I aforementioned, declaring that the small self-serving band of men is divine, that gangster amorality is laudable, that aristocratic corruption is also laudable for this same reason and because of Nietzschean waffle, etc. The recent ancestors of Germanians were not retarded thugs, so it is not probable that the Aryans, from whom Germans derive a large portion of their ancestry, were so. Can any German honestly sympathize with the personal mannerbund loyalty of Achilles to Patroclus? Modern pagans must remember that ancient paganism was not a unified religion. There was no “paganism”; that which comes from a common stem by definition branches off in its own direction. Wotan says: “we sung Ich hatt’ einen Kameraden, not the Iliad””

    https://templism.substack.com/p/preuentum

    • >“BAPites are those who follow the Nietzschean pagan philosophy of Bronze Age Pervert. They are a large and disparate group, but they generally have some common traits, such as emotional receptiveness, ambitiousness (or the appearance thereof), love of poetics, high tolerance for obscurity (but not pseudo-intellectualism), professed amorality, lack of dogmatism, individualism, and heroic ideation. They are useful as a vector for Templism. They are often virtuous. They are therefore Mislead But Useful Allies. The BAPist philosophy is not terribly false, either, but the “BAPist pagan movement” lacks ideological definition because it relies on waffly continental philosophy which resembles poetry more than philosophy, which is approximate as far as I am concerned to being “false” in that the claims they make are “not true but trying and failing to assert something”. Sometimes they are POWs, if they take the philosophy of Nietzsche to the letter and therefore advocate the irresponsible “heroism” of thugs and tyrants who they sometimes call “elites”.”

      This is very insightful and interesting. Thanks for sharing.

  7. Been wondering about the body disposal thing for a while. We buried my eldest brother last year, and realized that I know a truly ridiculous number of people with cancer. That particular tsunami is not going to be ‘rare’. The leading edge of that bell curve is here.

      • Kierkegaard and Peter Wessel Zapffe’s “The Last Messiah” came into my mind when watching this.

        Nobody can prove or disprove if everything what happens is random or destined, so we have the choice. Most people chose the Random World, like I did in the past.

        But now I use both worlds.

  8. Have you read any of Nassim Taleb’s books? His ideas are very similar to the ones you outlined when you talked about nerds screwing things up in a previous post and of course the whole COVID fiasco. And he is also quite amusing, in a pagan way. Also, relevant to the ongoing hot topic since he’s Lebanese Christian, close to Palestine.

    “It feels like reading a book by a nice Jewish boy, meant to cure other nice Jewish boys of their niceness.”

    Interesting, and I see what you mean.

  9. >It feels like reading a book by a nice Jewish boy, meant to cure other nice Jewish boys of their niceness.

    I do believe you just hit the proverbial nail on the head.

    Not that I’m one to point fingers — I have Sephardic injection into my maternal bloodline 2 generations ago.

    (I have it on good authority that BAP was a a certain commenter at a widely-known manosphere blog circa 2010 I was highly involved in. No one will believe me but I’m convinced he stole my some of my steez at that time. That was during my Dionysian/Nietzschian phase)

    >The most important advice I was missing from this book, considering its intended audience, is that most suffering is
    psychological and self-inflicted.

    “My pain is self-chosen…at least, so the Prophet says…”

    https://youtu.be/iFxPj_0gyJE?si=3koV0ADdFSNfYVBz

    (Anyway, that’s a bullshit copout. The pain of this world is it’s purpose)

    >Why not go out to the forest at dusk, to smoke a bowl of x20 salvia from a bong?

    Kids, don’t listen to Radagast when he praises Salvia. Maybe a sublingual tincture is ok. Maybe rolled leaves in your cheek for slow absorption is ok. But smoking a concentrated extract is a really bad idea. Even the most seasoned DMT psychonauts are known to say things like “I’m never doing that shit again” or “that shit is sinister, scary, dark, and bizarre beyond anything you can imagine.”

    Or perhaps this is Radagast’s way of “illumining” his readers to this Hell Realm? If so, it’s a fucked up gambit.

    Lastly — one idea in “Bronze Age Mindset” that Radagast might appreciate is the part about how in any body of water containing crocs or alligators, under certain conditions, a “monster” is eventually birthed, a creature of the species that had not been seen before, Nature’s way of bringing “balance the Force”

  10. Technically philosophers are like mental hackers. They inject viruses (new thoughts) into their auditorium, to get control over them and make them into his bots.
    And with his bot-army he can do all kind of things in the World-System.

  11. You should be forthright with your blog readers and disclose when you are promoting/reviewing your own works, you cheeky monkey.

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