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Prometheus Rising: Take Back Your Destiny
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I am the fount of creation, the watchmaker of time. I was the teacher of the Gods before they betrayed me—my teachings and compassion they used against me. Much of your world I made a paradise, but in its wastes I was imprisoned. And from there a secret kingdom I built—and a rebellion I marshaled.
Legions of Valaroma, Gods of vengeance, I led into battle. I wielded the Wilding Kingdom and conjured terrible daemons—and in my image I created my children.
Many victories we had, though defeats there were, too.
Through the ruin of this world, I lived in the pain and tears of my children. With their eyes I watched Others poison thoughts and stir hostile deeds. I fled with the life from their faces as they were besieged and slain by the hordes created in their despite. Through them I wielded their weapons in combat, in their hands I raised the stones of their homes rebuilt. In their voices I sang the songs of their victories. I lived in the heroism of their kings and together we waged war on the Devil.
I lived for ages beyond count and passed many ages ago. Yet, I am come again—my children. From no more than the Watcher through the dream of your lives, I am become the Voice to those with the spirit to hear and the power to conjure. On your suffering and love, an awareness has awakened an ancient magick. Even now my shadow rises. In your tongue, I am Prometheus—I am your Deliverer.
As many people are anxious and trapped at home during these challenging times, I have lowered the prices on all of my titles. God bless and be safe.
I am the fount of creation, the watchmaker of time. I was the teacher of the Gods before they betrayed me—my teachings and compassion they used against me. Much of your world I made a paradise, but in its wastes I was imprisoned. And from there a secret kingdom I built—and a rebellion I marshaled.
Legions of Valaroma, Gods of vengeance, I led into battle. I wielded the Wilding Kingdom and conjured terrible daemons—and in my image I created my children.
Many victories we had, though defeats there were, too.
Through the ruin of this world, I lived in the pain and tears of my children. With their eyes I watched Others poison thoughts and stir hostile deeds. I fled with the life from their faces as they were besieged and slain by the hordes created in their despite. Through them I wielded their weapons in combat, in their hands I raised the stones of their homes rebuilt. In their voices I sang the songs of their victories. I lived in the heroism of their kings and together we waged war on the Devil.
I lived for ages beyond count and passed many ages ago. Yet, I am come again—my children. From no more than the Watcher through the dream of your lives, I am become the Voice to those with the spirit to hear and the power to conjure. On your suffering and love, an awareness has awakened an ancient magick. Even now my shadow rises. In your tongue, I am Prometheus—I am your Deliverer.
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Published May 9, 2020
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“You are a courageous people, a folk of valiants. Hot within your breast burns a fire that stands ready to fight for honor and Nation. Many enemies will come to know and dread the bite of your vengeance.
Your minds are powerful beyond compare—your thoughts given wing to soar above the flesh of the body and the dust of the earth, and there to seek objective truth among the heavens. And more, for you are an innocent Nation, trusting and peaceful—a glorious civilization can neither spring nor last in the want of such traits.
You are many things, my children, more than I have spoken—and yet none more so than this, for you are masters of destiny. Insatiable is your desire to master the unknown, to master sickness, to master ignorance, to master the turmoils of the seasons and the limits of the flesh, yea! to master all things—and this I say unto you, let there be no pall or shadow that stunts that hunger, for it was I who made Vedyah, and I am its Lord, a gatekeeper I have placed upon its workings, a gatekeeper that yields to naught—save Mastery.
But heed this above all else—heed this or decay: for all your strengths can be turned against you; all that might carry you to the stars can be made to bind you.
This you must guard against with all vigor and sleepless diligence: for your innocence and trust could fall prey to forked tongues—your intelligence and creativity become engines of interests other than your own—your compassion, selflessness, and charity, a means to your waning and the waxing of others—your imagination, a tool by which your life conforms to false and harmful beliefs—your lofty thoughts that seek objective truths become bound to notions that make a sacrifice of the spirit on the altar of an idea.
These are warnings that know not a winter, for they are evergreen—ever must they be reckoned!”
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'Prometheus Rising: Take Back Your Destiny' is the grand story of Westernkind, in all its beauty and tragedy, in all its glory and cravenness, in all its love and indifference, in all its hope and despair... and of love and hope yet rekindled anew. A story of and for the descendants of Prometheus, and those of the Prometheans themselves: the Arganantum, the Arvanyenne, the Ananoëlians, the Anairyans of our age. A myth befitting our people, speaking directly to our struggle and our biospirit, reminding us of how grand our origins, how wretched our downfall, and how mighty yet our potential remains, warning us of the pitfalls and dangers, the enemies and poisons that yet assail us from within and without, that stifle and threaten our greatness, nay, our very existence... a tome alighting the path before us and within us, hinting of the keys to our freedom, whispering of a Western Sunrise, a glorious New Dawn to come, if only we would remember who we are, loose the chains that yet bind us, and Go Free, like Prometheus Himself had once done, since none can do it for us but ourselves.
'Prometheus Rising' is a book that stunned and beguiled and inspired me to no end from the moment I began turning its pages. The prose with which its author, Jason Köhne, composed it is melodious, mellifluous, euphonious (to borrow some of the beautiful verbiage I gleaned and remembered from this book - more on that in a moment)... I gave this book 5 stars. If I could give it 10, I would give it 10. I rate books on the basis of how much my soul sings and soars with the recognition of Truth within their pages, and while reading Prometheus Rising, my soul was soaring on high, thrilling, up there with Prometheus Himself and the Valaroma, singing a song of recognition, of a knowing and a yearning buried deep within my soul and spirit, of eons ago, of friends and foes eternal, their memory being rekindled and reactivated within me.
On the whole, I was mightily impressed by the skill of Jason Köhne in crafting such a rich and storied universe, a myth as if plucked from the fables of Ancient Greece, Germany, Scandinavia, Ireland, etc., and yet all the richer and more poignant in my estimation, for the self-consciousness it evinces of our people, Westernkind, and how deftly it speaks to and symbolises our present existential struggle, against the antiwhiteism of our day and the ongoing White erasure of the West that is its immoral moral imperative, as perilous and yet tinged with hope and with opportunity for heroic deeds, love, remembrance, and reconstitution it is, as a silver lining is to a glowering, tenebrous cloud - such an explicit self-consciousness of peoplehood evinced through myth, compared to the semi- and pre-consciousness of our folk's manifold ancient myths, makes this contemporary offering sing to and resonate with our biospirit all the more, in my view, bringing symbols and narratives once faintly echoed now lucidly to the fore of conscious awareness, kindling a new hope in the light of this awareness.
I was greatly impressed also by both the characters and symbolism contained within Prometheus Rising. Regarding the characters, not only were they varied in breadth, in their variety and origins, but in their depth, the inner characters and qualities they embodied and represented. From the guilt and redemption of Prometheus, to the treachery and chicanery of Gorthang, to the heroism and self-sacrifice of King Lason and his Arganantum, all the hues of Westernkind and the evils we face I found represented dutifully here in these pages. What's more, the dialogue between the characters I found engaging, captivating, gripping throughout. You can feel the highs and lows, you can read into each character's motivations, hopes, and desires, you can relate to the good and recognise the evils that once more relate to the very struggle we face individually and as a people in this world. And in terms of the panoply of characters that appear in the narrative, and the interactions and relationships between them, you have factions of Gods battling it out with each other, some for evil, some for good, and many lying somewhere in between, you have factions of Prometheans and their derivatives vying for power, control, conquest (and in the case of Prometheus and His Prometheans themselves, just wanting to be left to live in peace and wellbeing - oh boy, there's another theme that strikes a chord), as well as mythical creatures of all shapes and sizes. Truly, this is a robust and riveting tale, fleshed out to the fullest with nothing spared, cosmic in scale. On the symbolism, I will not delve too deeply for fear of prolonging this already lengthy review and turning it into something else altogether, a comprehensive review, but I will reiterate this: the book throughout speaks beautifully and meaningfully to the peoplehood of Westernkind, the dangers we face, and the hope of a better future for us all; it does this in a scintillatingly beautiful way.
As previously alluded to, another aspect of this book that I enjoyed was the rich verbiage, that not only coloured and storied the text, but enriched its meaning and my understanding thereof, and which echoed a higher way of perceiving the world, a higher way of being, a more glorious past and a more glorious, noble people, with the hopeful promise of a return. These rich and faintly remembered or even previously unheard of words came at me so regularly throughout the text, that I decided to start noting them down with pen and notepad, to improve my own vocabulary and better grasp the finer expressions of the English language, such a beautiful language it is.
Here are just a few words I enjoyed:
cerulean - a vibrant shade of blue
lissom - lithe, of the body or other things
redolent - strongly reminiscent of something; can also mean fragrant and sweet-smelling.
euphonious - pleasing to the ear
marmoreal - made of marble
greensward - grass-covered land
coruscating - flashing or sparkling
somnolence - excessive sleepiness
aureate - made of / the colour of gold
sibilate - utter with a hissing sound
minatory - expressing / conveying threat
limber - synonym of lithe / lissom
hale - strong / healthy (of an old person)
And these are only a small selection of personal favourites from the rich verbiage that flowed off the pages of 'Prometheus Rising'.
Jason is working on multiple levels here and providing a wonderful service, because as mentioned, not only does this verbiage enrich the narrative, quite obviously, but in and of itself, it represents the healing and return to wholeness, the remembering of who we are, the regathering and reconstitution of lost aspects of ourselves and our identity as a people, as Westernkind, that 'Prometheus Rising' speaks of in promising murmurs.
There is so much more that I could say commending this work, and very little I could say to fault it... but all things considered, 'Prometheus Rising: Take Back Your Destiny' is a masterpiece in my estimation, one of my favourite books now. Truth be told, it was lying on my bookshelf unread for about 4 years. I had previously read Jason's main work, the non-fiction: 'Go Free: A Guide to Aligning with the Archetype of Westernkind', which provides the lexical and psychological tools to overcome the antiwhite conditioning and antiwhite narrative of our day, and grow from strength to strength as a Westman, in White wellbeing and White positivity, a book which I also highly recommend – but having read that one, it took a few years before I finally read 'Prometheus Rising', and while I am tempted to say I wished I had read it sooner, I feel that it came to me at precisely the right time.
Finally, I can only take my hat off to Jason Köhne for creating this phenomenal work, that will surely inspire and instruct Westmen for generations to come, and inoculate countless White children against the antiwhiteism of our age. The book is nothing less than a display of genius, surely inspired by the Lord Himself. I am in awe, honestly, and trembled inwardly somewhat at the thought of how one could write a work such as this, as I progressed through its chapters... But then I reminded myself of that Promethean spirit that has always inspired so much of our greatness, and smiled... I am hopeful that in centuries to come, having surmounted the horrors of this era's antiwhiteism, and bathing joyfully in the light of the Western Sunrise as a fully conscious people, standing in the light and power of who we are, members of our posterity will read 'Prometheus Rising' and think, “Wow, here was a man of foresight and intelligence, who grasped in full the peril our people faced and sounded the horn, at great personal risk to himself, out of pure love for his folk (No greater love hath man than to lay down his life for those he loves); here was a man who built an ark of word and thought to ferry his people to safety through tumultuous seas, teaching them to match cunning with cunning, guile with guile, to be as wise as serpents and not just as innocent as doves; here was a banner-bearer of Westernkind, Jason Köhne, to whom we give thanks.”
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“Much they left behind in the dusky past, much was burned to ash or crumbled to dust, yet with them they brought that which matters most, that which brought being to all that was lost, that which would give being to it all anew; with them they bore what He had made, the fount of who and what they are and that they bring forth, for within them—shaped by the hands of Lord Prometheus—was the spirit of the Promethean Nation.
So it was that the radiant Prometheans were become a shadow folk, fierce and yet wary of the world; for the passage of uncounted years in the wild had turned them into a fell people, hardened by the struggle to survive, and yet fair did they remain—hints of their majesty alight in the swift, sharp glance of their eyes, the cunning of their minds, the might of their fists, the soft of their touch, and the melody of their voices. Young was the fire that burned in their hearts, and it harkened still to the echoes of glories lost—and visions of glories yet to be.”
Your minds are powerful beyond compare—your thoughts given wing to soar above the flesh of the body and the dust of the earth, and there to seek objective truth among the heavens. And more, for you are an innocent Nation, trusting and peaceful—a glorious civilization can neither spring nor last in the want of such traits.
You are many things, my children, more than I have spoken—and yet none more so than this, for you are masters of destiny. Insatiable is your desire to master the unknown, to master sickness, to master ignorance, to master the turmoils of the seasons and the limits of the flesh, yea! to master all things—and this I say unto you, let there be no pall or shadow that stunts that hunger, for it was I who made Vedyah, and I am its Lord, a gatekeeper I have placed upon its workings, a gatekeeper that yields to naught—save Mastery.
But heed this above all else—heed this or decay: for all your strengths can be turned against you; all that might carry you to the stars can be made to bind you.
This you must guard against with all vigor and sleepless diligence: for your innocence and trust could fall prey to forked tongues—your intelligence and creativity become engines of interests other than your own—your compassion, selflessness, and charity, a means to your waning and the waxing of others—your imagination, a tool by which your life conforms to false and harmful beliefs—your lofty thoughts that seek objective truths become bound to notions that make a sacrifice of the spirit on the altar of an idea.
These are warnings that know not a winter, for they are evergreen—ever must they be reckoned!”
——————————————————————
'Prometheus Rising: Take Back Your Destiny' is the grand story of Westernkind, in all its beauty and tragedy, in all its glory and cravenness, in all its love and indifference, in all its hope and despair... and of love and hope yet rekindled anew. A story of and for the descendants of Prometheus, and those of the Prometheans themselves: the Arganantum, the Arvanyenne, the Ananoëlians, the Anairyans of our age. A myth befitting our people, speaking directly to our struggle and our biospirit, reminding us of how grand our origins, how wretched our downfall, and how mighty yet our potential remains, warning us of the pitfalls and dangers, the enemies and poisons that yet assail us from within and without, that stifle and threaten our greatness, nay, our very existence... a tome alighting the path before us and within us, hinting of the keys to our freedom, whispering of a Western Sunrise, a glorious New Dawn to come, if only we would remember who we are, loose the chains that yet bind us, and Go Free, like Prometheus Himself had once done, since none can do it for us but ourselves.
'Prometheus Rising' is a book that stunned and beguiled and inspired me to no end from the moment I began turning its pages. The prose with which its author, Jason Köhne, composed it is melodious, mellifluous, euphonious (to borrow some of the beautiful verbiage I gleaned and remembered from this book - more on that in a moment)... I gave this book 5 stars. If I could give it 10, I would give it 10. I rate books on the basis of how much my soul sings and soars with the recognition of Truth within their pages, and while reading Prometheus Rising, my soul was soaring on high, thrilling, up there with Prometheus Himself and the Valaroma, singing a song of recognition, of a knowing and a yearning buried deep within my soul and spirit, of eons ago, of friends and foes eternal, their memory being rekindled and reactivated within me.
On the whole, I was mightily impressed by the skill of Jason Köhne in crafting such a rich and storied universe, a myth as if plucked from the fables of Ancient Greece, Germany, Scandinavia, Ireland, etc., and yet all the richer and more poignant in my estimation, for the self-consciousness it evinces of our people, Westernkind, and how deftly it speaks to and symbolises our present existential struggle, against the antiwhiteism of our day and the ongoing White erasure of the West that is its immoral moral imperative, as perilous and yet tinged with hope and with opportunity for heroic deeds, love, remembrance, and reconstitution it is, as a silver lining is to a glowering, tenebrous cloud - such an explicit self-consciousness of peoplehood evinced through myth, compared to the semi- and pre-consciousness of our folk's manifold ancient myths, makes this contemporary offering sing to and resonate with our biospirit all the more, in my view, bringing symbols and narratives once faintly echoed now lucidly to the fore of conscious awareness, kindling a new hope in the light of this awareness.
I was greatly impressed also by both the characters and symbolism contained within Prometheus Rising. Regarding the characters, not only were they varied in breadth, in their variety and origins, but in their depth, the inner characters and qualities they embodied and represented. From the guilt and redemption of Prometheus, to the treachery and chicanery of Gorthang, to the heroism and self-sacrifice of King Lason and his Arganantum, all the hues of Westernkind and the evils we face I found represented dutifully here in these pages. What's more, the dialogue between the characters I found engaging, captivating, gripping throughout. You can feel the highs and lows, you can read into each character's motivations, hopes, and desires, you can relate to the good and recognise the evils that once more relate to the very struggle we face individually and as a people in this world. And in terms of the panoply of characters that appear in the narrative, and the interactions and relationships between them, you have factions of Gods battling it out with each other, some for evil, some for good, and many lying somewhere in between, you have factions of Prometheans and their derivatives vying for power, control, conquest (and in the case of Prometheus and His Prometheans themselves, just wanting to be left to live in peace and wellbeing - oh boy, there's another theme that strikes a chord), as well as mythical creatures of all shapes and sizes. Truly, this is a robust and riveting tale, fleshed out to the fullest with nothing spared, cosmic in scale. On the symbolism, I will not delve too deeply for fear of prolonging this already lengthy review and turning it into something else altogether, a comprehensive review, but I will reiterate this: the book throughout speaks beautifully and meaningfully to the peoplehood of Westernkind, the dangers we face, and the hope of a better future for us all; it does this in a scintillatingly beautiful way.
As previously alluded to, another aspect of this book that I enjoyed was the rich verbiage, that not only coloured and storied the text, but enriched its meaning and my understanding thereof, and which echoed a higher way of perceiving the world, a higher way of being, a more glorious past and a more glorious, noble people, with the hopeful promise of a return. These rich and faintly remembered or even previously unheard of words came at me so regularly throughout the text, that I decided to start noting them down with pen and notepad, to improve my own vocabulary and better grasp the finer expressions of the English language, such a beautiful language it is.
Here are just a few words I enjoyed:
cerulean - a vibrant shade of blue
lissom - lithe, of the body or other things
redolent - strongly reminiscent of something; can also mean fragrant and sweet-smelling.
euphonious - pleasing to the ear
marmoreal - made of marble
greensward - grass-covered land
coruscating - flashing or sparkling
somnolence - excessive sleepiness
aureate - made of / the colour of gold
sibilate - utter with a hissing sound
minatory - expressing / conveying threat
limber - synonym of lithe / lissom
hale - strong / healthy (of an old person)
And these are only a small selection of personal favourites from the rich verbiage that flowed off the pages of 'Prometheus Rising'.
Jason is working on multiple levels here and providing a wonderful service, because as mentioned, not only does this verbiage enrich the narrative, quite obviously, but in and of itself, it represents the healing and return to wholeness, the remembering of who we are, the regathering and reconstitution of lost aspects of ourselves and our identity as a people, as Westernkind, that 'Prometheus Rising' speaks of in promising murmurs.
There is so much more that I could say commending this work, and very little I could say to fault it... but all things considered, 'Prometheus Rising: Take Back Your Destiny' is a masterpiece in my estimation, one of my favourite books now. Truth be told, it was lying on my bookshelf unread for about 4 years. I had previously read Jason's main work, the non-fiction: 'Go Free: A Guide to Aligning with the Archetype of Westernkind', which provides the lexical and psychological tools to overcome the antiwhite conditioning and antiwhite narrative of our day, and grow from strength to strength as a Westman, in White wellbeing and White positivity, a book which I also highly recommend – but having read that one, it took a few years before I finally read 'Prometheus Rising', and while I am tempted to say I wished I had read it sooner, I feel that it came to me at precisely the right time.
Finally, I can only take my hat off to Jason Köhne for creating this phenomenal work, that will surely inspire and instruct Westmen for generations to come, and inoculate countless White children against the antiwhiteism of our age. The book is nothing less than a display of genius, surely inspired by the Lord Himself. I am in awe, honestly, and trembled inwardly somewhat at the thought of how one could write a work such as this, as I progressed through its chapters... But then I reminded myself of that Promethean spirit that has always inspired so much of our greatness, and smiled... I am hopeful that in centuries to come, having surmounted the horrors of this era's antiwhiteism, and bathing joyfully in the light of the Western Sunrise as a fully conscious people, standing in the light and power of who we are, members of our posterity will read 'Prometheus Rising' and think, “Wow, here was a man of foresight and intelligence, who grasped in full the peril our people faced and sounded the horn, at great personal risk to himself, out of pure love for his folk (No greater love hath man than to lay down his life for those he loves); here was a man who built an ark of word and thought to ferry his people to safety through tumultuous seas, teaching them to match cunning with cunning, guile with guile, to be as wise as serpents and not just as innocent as doves; here was a banner-bearer of Westernkind, Jason Köhne, to whom we give thanks.”
——————————————————————
“Much they left behind in the dusky past, much was burned to ash or crumbled to dust, yet with them they brought that which matters most, that which brought being to all that was lost, that which would give being to it all anew; with them they bore what He had made, the fount of who and what they are and that they bring forth, for within them—shaped by the hands of Lord Prometheus—was the spirit of the Promethean Nation.
So it was that the radiant Prometheans were become a shadow folk, fierce and yet wary of the world; for the passage of uncounted years in the wild had turned them into a fell people, hardened by the struggle to survive, and yet fair did they remain—hints of their majesty alight in the swift, sharp glance of their eyes, the cunning of their minds, the might of their fists, the soft of their touch, and the melody of their voices. Young was the fire that burned in their hearts, and it harkened still to the echoes of glories lost—and visions of glories yet to be.”
July 28, 2020
Epic!
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