Lessons We Can Learn From Egypt as they Apply to the Present


The history of Egypt is extremely rich and covers a time span longer than that of any other major White civilization. There is much, much we can learn from it if we will keep our eyes and ears open and somewhat sharpen our perceptivity. I have been a longtime student of the history of White civilizations and have set down some of my observations and conclusions about them in NATURE’S ETERNAL RELIGION twelve years ago. 

Whereas in my travels I had previously visited most of the locales of the other White civilizations such as Rome, Greece and Constantinople, I had never been to Egypt. Understandably, because of its rich and extensive history, because of its wealth of archeological monuments and artifacts still well preserved, I have always been fascinated with Egypt, and some day wanted to see it for myself. 

Last fall my wife and I decided come February we were going to see Egypt. Since no one knows what the future holds and what with the world being blown to bits by the Jews, especially in the Middle East, we thought that such an opportunity might never come again, and the sooner the better. 

Well, on February 11, we finally did it. We got packed and left for a relatively short but exciting 10 day tour of Egypt. I have related in more detail the itinerary and sites seen on the Egyptian tour in a continuing article to be published next month. In this dissertation I want to re-analyze the story that is Egypt and derive what lessons we can learn from that first great White civilization and its demise. 

When you take a guided tour these days you not only have your regular tour guide, but in order to create extra business most countries force the agency to have a second, a local guide as well. Egypt is one of those which require a second guide, since they too, are anxious to extract the last tourist dollar possible from its visitors. But before I describe the local guide, let me say a word about the regular guide. 

His name was Tom. He was a handsome, well-built man, of Swiss nationality, and of German descent. As usual, he spoke a number of languages. He listed his home address as California, but actually domiciled in Spain. He was 51, single and as apolitical as you can get. He represented the perfect cosmopolitan, or should I say polyglot? 

Our local guide was an Egyptian girl of 25, named Shareen. She was tall, had a good figure and a dark, muddy complexion. She pointed out that she was half Italian and had studied the guide business at the University of Cairo, that Italian was her first foreign language and English her second. I don’t know how good her Italian was, but her English left much to be desired. 

One of the first things she told us about Egypt that impressed me was that whereas the Egyptians spoke Arabic and it was their national language, there was a vast gulf of long standing between the Egyptians and the Arabs. She drew a sharp line of demarcation between themselves and the Arabs, pointing out that whereas the Egyptians had a long history of civilization and culture, the Arabs were nothing more than uncouth, uncivilized Bedouins off the desert, whom Mohammed had mobilized and polarized to become ruthless conquerors. She then lapsed into an interesting dissertation about Egypt’s 4,000 year history of civilization before the Arabs came, about the multifaceted gods of Ancient Egypt, about the conquest of Alexander the Great, and then by the Romans; how Egypt was proselytized by the new Christian faith and by the fourth century A.D. Alexandria was the world’s foremost center of not only Christianity, but also of culture and learning; how the Arabs came along in the 8th century, overran Egypt and converted it to the Moslem faith by force of the sword. 

There was one sinister and insidious change in the Egyptian evolvement that Shareen seemed to ignore, and that was the racial disintegration of the once proud, intelligent White Egyptians. 

As any student of Egyptian history knows, when the Egyptians first built their mighty empire and illustrious civilization beginning some 6,300 years ago, they were a unique species, a most outstanding race of gifted White people. Further up the Nile and to the south of them were the Nubians, black as the ace of spades. As the Egyptians expanded their empire, it was inevitable that they would come into confrontation with the Nubians. This, of course, they did, and stupidly, like all other White civilizations since, looked upon these inferior black creatures as excellent material for slave labor. They not only enlisted them as workers, but also took them into the army. The result was predictable and as I have pointed out in both NATURE’S ETERNAL RELIGION and The WHITE MAN’S BIBLE, when there is a geographic mixing of the races, there is inevitably a mixing and contamination of the gene pool, and as time goes on, again inevitably, the bad genes outbreed and pull down the good genes. As a result, the average Egyptian today is a conglomerate mongrel, and a bad mongrel at that, on a level with that of the average run of Mestizo Mexican. But I will have more to say about that later. 

As the bus rolled on and Shareen proceeded in telling her story of Egypt, my mind wandered off and I speculated about her own ancestry. I wondered what IDENTITY, if any, she herself could cling to, being a conglomerate composite of Ancient White Egyptian, black Nubian, Bedouin Arab, Early Roman and a proliferation of the slaves the Romans dragged into their Empire and through which they miserably dissipated their genes. On the cultural and the religious side she was an heir and a composite hodge-podge of Ancient Egyptian culture and religion (of which they are so proud, but of which no vestige remains in the present day Egyptians); of the Coptic (Christian) Egyptians who held sway for five hundred years and whose churches, temples and monasteries still remain in isolated pockets; and lastly, the Moslem creed to which she now professes adherence. But what is she really? She shares the same sad dilemma as do all mongrels, a botched-up, hodge-podge of race-mixing derelicts, whose ancestors wantonly and criminally flouted the laws of Nature. She is neither White, nor Nubian, nor Arab, nor Roman. Culturally and religiously too, her loyalties would be torn between the Ancient Egyptian gods, Coptic Christianity, Roman Catholicism and the Moslem creed. What a shameful hodge-podge of a heritage has been slopped upon her by criminally irresponsible ancestors! How much Whiter and Brighter Egypt could have been today had the original creators of its civilization practiced the basic precepts of CREATIVITY! If only they had had a racial religion! 

The next statement made by Shareen that deeply impressed me was a political one. Whereas our German guide was completely apolitical, Shareen was not. She ventured the following opinion: “We have all been told that King Farouk was a wastrel and a scoundrel, and that Colonel Nasser was a hero who came to our rescue and gave us democracy and independence. Now, I may be thrown in jail for what I am about to say, but a lot of Egyptians think differently. The fact is that under Farouk Egypt had a population of 17 million people and most of them worked on the land in their primitive way as they had for generations. But Nasser changed all that by pursuing modernization and industrialization, by giving the people the vote, something they did not know what to do with. Egypt now has 47 million people. A large portion of these are crowded in Cairo and Alexandria. They are not better off, but are worse off, and with the subsidies of foreign aid we are receiving we have a runaway population explosion and the situation is rapidly getting worse.” 

Indeed it is. Cairo, which now has an explosive population of 12 million people, has facilities for a city of no more than 3 million. The streets are clogged with cars and people, the telephone system is a shambles, everything is patched together with chewing gum and haywire. One of the main reasons for the population explosion is US foreign aid. Egypt, next to Israel, gets the largest chunk of foreign aid from the U.S. of any country in the world. 

Why is the U.S. so generous to Egypt? Well, mainly it is bribe money, to keep Egypt at peace with the miserable bandit state of Israel, all again at the expense of the American taxpayer. But it cannot go on. As Shareen pointed out — it is a one-way street to disaster. Egypt is increasing more than a million a year, and most of them are flocking into Cairo. Like Mexico City, it is a time bomb. 

When we landed in Cairo, I took a good look at the people. They were darker than I had expected, being more or less the color of a mulatto In America. They are decrepit looking physical specimens, having all the worst characteristics of the mongrel. Yet, their Arab and some White characteristics are still discernable. 

Then we flew south to Aswan and to Abu Simbel and finally embarked on a delightful and relaxing 4 day cruise down the Nile, from Aswan to Luxor. The big surprise to me was that whereas the natives at Cairo were a mud color, those at Aswan and north, and all along the banks north to Luxor, were out and out kinky haired niggers, black as the ace of spades! 

Watching the banks of the Nile, I had an opportunity to observe the natives, the native housing, and their primitive means of tilling the soil. Much of the housing out in the country (and even the environs of Cairo) is extremely crude, being built of primitive mud bricks and often nothing more than just plain reeds patched with mud. They tilled the soil much the same way as they did 2,000 years ago, after their civilization collapsed. Time and again I would see a team of water buffalo hitched to a primitive plough, with a fellaheen in a dirty white robe following behind. When I compared their primitive housing to the magnificent and grandiose temples and palaces built by their Ancient predecessors, I could only be astounded and ask – how could a people sink so low from such an auspicious heritage? 

This brings me to the subject I want to discuss next – the Ancient Egyptian religion. 

The history of Egypt is a prime example of what I am talking about in Creative Credo No. 45 of The WHITE MAN’S BIBLE when I say that Superstition and Gullibility are the Achilles Heel of the White Race. There is hardly a civilization in history that was more overwhelmed with gods and spooks than were the Ancient Egyptians. They feared their gods, they idolized them, they supplicated to them. 

In general, they were the most powerful force that controlled the life of the individual and set the course of the nation. This brings me to several other observations. 

1. Because of their obsession with spookcraft and their neglect of nurturing their gene pool, they became mongrelized. 

2. The trip to Egypt convinced me that the mongrelization of the White Race (whether local or global) is the ULTIMATE HORROR. 

3. It also firmly polarized a basic conviction I have had for a long while. That conviction is this: The White Race has been in dire need of a Racial Religion from the beginning of its civilization, and needs it more than ever today. Had the Egyptians had it, we would have a more beautiful, a Whiter and Brighter World today. 

4. That all the fictitious concepts promoted by both Judaism and Christianity were already invented by the Ancient Egyptians. These fictitious concepts were first copied by the Jews and then transplanted into the Christian Creed, which the Jews originated and promoted. Some of these basic concepts were: (a) the idea of a “soul”, (b) the idea of “eternal life”, (c) the idea of “gods”, both evil and good, (d) the idea of “one god” (Ikhnaton), (e) the idea of “offerings” to appease the gods or god, (f) the idea of “baptism” (purification by ablution), (g) the idea of building magnificent and grandiose temples to honor and supplicate their gods. In fact, the whole program of controlling the masses by awing them with belief in hocus-pocus and the supernatural was already well advanced in the Egyptian religious system. 

5. That the Egyptian obsession with preparing for death and immortality thereafter is, and was, one of the most destructive and wasteful ideas that helped to bring to an end not only a most illustrious and glorious civilization, but also a most unique and exemplary race. 

If those gifted (and at the same time demented) idiots had only had a racial religion such as CREATIVITY! 

Instead, all the efforts of the Pharaohs were directed towards providing for the comfort and well-being of the immortality of their fictitious “souls”. Each Pharaoh wanted to outdo his predecessor in leaving a monument and a tomb in which his remains resided, ensconced in a grandiose physical enclosure that they hoped would last into all eternity. 

That their bodies were embalmed by a process still not understood by modern science, that we all know. That their mummies were then entombed in an elaborate set of sarcophagi which were then sealed in secret chambers in a huge pyramid or other structure, that too, is well known. What surprised me however is the extent to which they exerted themselves to “provide the soul” with all the thousands of goodies on its journey to eternity. They practically poured the wealth of the kingdom into this last rites project as if life here and now was inconsequential, but in contrast, the nurturing of the soul in the eternal hereafter was overwhelmingly the obsession of their living days. Does this have a familiar ring with the Christians who profess “seek not treasure on earth, but store up treasures in heaven”? 

Such an astounding collection of wealth went with the sarcophagus and the tomb of a dead Pharaoh that they became the prime target of grave robbers in ancient times. It was almost like robbing Fort Knox, provided you could find it. No wonder the Pharaohs went to extreme lengths to make their inner tomb either physically inaccessible by sheer massiveness of sealed stone structures, such as the pyramids, or resorted to subterfuge, such as burying their tombs, goodies and all, far underground in a remote ravine such as the Valley of the Kings at Luxor. (Sixty-four Pharaohs’ tombs have been found in the Valley of the Kings, and fifty-seven tombs in the Valley of the Queens, opposite Luxor.) 

In either case, they succeeded badly. Of all the Pharaohs buried whose tombs have been found, the grave robbers of ancient times got to them first, with the lone exception of that of the boy king, Tutankhamen, which was discovered by British archeologist, Howard Carter, in 1922. It is suspected that the architects who designed these hideaways and who generally outlived the Pharaoh, were the key villains in either aiding the robbers, or doing the job themselves. 

It is the tomb of King Tut that gives us some idea of the size of the national treasury that was poured into one of these tombs and then buried, supposedly for all time. I had the pleasure of going down into the tomb of King Tut where his mummy still lies, and also of viewing the treasures that had been found in the tomb, and now reside in the Cairo Museum. 

Let me first try to describe the treasures, which are displayed in the Egyptian Museum, also called the Cairo museum.

Whereas the exhibit that was brought to the U.S. in 1976 displaying the treasures of King Tut drew huge crowds in every city where it was held, it only included 55 pieces. On display at the Cairo Museum are 3,500 pieces, all brought out of the tomb of King Tut. It includes chariots, benches, bowls, chests, chairs, a gold face mask, gold sleeves for each of King Tut’s fingers, 180 stone statuettes of his favorite servants, and such a list of varied knick-knacks that it is impossible to catalogue here. Suffice it to say that so much gold was encrusted on so many of these items and so many jewels were studded into them that it was like an open invitation to Fort Knox, provided you could find it. 

Making it extremely hard to find or to get to is what the kings and their architects expended considerable labor and ingenuity in doing. I had always imagined the Valley of the Kings, and the Valley of the Queens, where a number of these underground tombs are located, as a beautiful valley with well marked ruins of the different tombs. To my surprise it was one of the most desolate ravines anyone could imagine. Despite all the elaborate and highly decorated tunnels, stairways, ante-chambers, storage rooms and the burial chambers themselves, there was not a vestige of a green blade of grass, or even the slightest indication above ground of anything of the grandeur lying beneath the ground. Until modern diggers got to these tombs there was nothing but desolation, the most beautiful of purple skies above and sand, sand, sand. 

But once underground the amount of tunneling, carving, chiseling and wealth of decorations on the walls of the passages and chambers is truly astounding. Besides visiting King Tut’s and a few other underground tombs, we had the pleasure of visiting the King Ramses VI tomb and exploring it to the very end. Just the physical aspects of it are overwhelming. It consisted of a series of sloping stairways, straightaways, more stairways and more chambers. Just to climb in and out would tax all but a seasoned mountain climber. I asked the guide what the total vertical drop of these stairways amounted to, and she replied that it was a total of 40 meters. This is an equivalent of 125 feet, or a twelve story building, a good morning’s climb, down and up. 

The conclusion of this obsession with providing for the hereafter is, of course, that it is extremely wasteful and patently stupid, but, of course, no more so than the Christians’ cry of “store up treasures in heaven”, or the U.S. program of subsidizing all the mud races of the world. 

Since King Tut was a boy king who only reigned 9 years and died at the age of 18, and virtually left a national treasure in his tomb, we can only speculate how much more abundant were the treasures buried by such kings as Ramses II who was tremendously more powerful, much more egotistical, and reigned for a total of 67 years. 

When we speak of Ramses II we come to another strange characteristic of the Egyptian Pharaohs that probably was highlighted by the king with the huge ego, but was shared by most of them. This was the obsession of not only being in “right” with the gods and the immortal life of the hereafter, but they each wanted their name and their statues and their monuments to overshadow all others and to prevail for all time. 

The Egyptian kings’ (Pharaohs’) obsession with immortality evidently knew no bounds. They wanted immortality in the hereafter. To aid and abet that ego trip they built themselves grandiose tombs and stocked them with so many expensive goodies as to practically wreck the national economy as I have already stated before. But they also wanted Earthly immortality, combined with earthly fame and acclaim as well. In order to do this they built monuments, statues, pyramids and temples in their own honor. The surface of practically every wall, facade, column, and what have you, was covered with hieroglyphics telling about themselves, about their heroic deeds, consorting with the gods, pointing to themselves in one way or another. All this was interlarded with their own “cartouche” which was their brand, or trademark, or signature. It consists of a parallelogram with rounded ends, inside of which was the particular ruler’s individual name in hieroglyphics. 

So popular are these cartouches that they constitute a major souvenir business in Egypt today. You can get your own cartouche made up in gold or silver by a local jeweler, with your name spelled out in raised hieroglyphics. It can be worn as a charm and is one of the few worthwhile purchases you can find in Egypt today. 

To get back to the ancient pursuers of the big ego, a powerful king like Ramses II had a marvelous temple built in his honor at Abu Simbel. It was cut into the face of a solid rock cliff on the banks of the Nile in a godforsaken place 168 miles south of Aswan and 768 miles south of Cairo. On the outside are four colossal statues of Ramses II in a seated position. Each is over 65 feet high. Inside the first room, the Great Hypostyle Hall has a ceiling supported by eight columns faced with huge statues of our hero, Ramses II, in the pose of the god Osiris. The second hall is supported by four pillars, with reliefs on the walls of Ramses, his wife Nefertari, and his horse and chariot. A similar glorification is again repeated in the third chamber. In fact, Ramses II is all over the place, always with his cartouche, saying: This is Ramses. 

But he wasn’t the only one. Most of the kings followed the same course, only were not quite as successful because they did not reign for 67 years, and the times were not as propitious. 

Now there were two ways to outshine and overshadow their predecessors. One was to outdo the others, and the second was to destroy and obliterate the previous ruler’s name and/or works. Whereas the history of Egypt has many pieces missing, we nevertheless can find much evidence of both tactics — to outbuild the rival and to obliterate their predecessors’ name and fame. Sometimes this was simply achieved by cutting out the previous ruler’s cartouche (on the monument, in a temple) and replacing it with his own. Ramses II is known to have done this in several cases.

There are two particular cases that I believe are especially interesting examples. 

One was the case of Queen Hatshepsut, one of the most remarkable women in history. Hatshepsut was married to Thutmose II, her half brother — not an unusual practice in Ancient Egypt. When Thutmose II died after a short rule, she took over the government as temporary regent for Thutmose III, the legal heir to the throne, who was still a child. I might explain that whereas Thutmose III was the son of Thutmose II, he was not the son of Hatshepsut. Anyway, so enamored did Queen Hatshepsut become of the power she now wielded that she stayed on and on and kept a very impatient Thutmose III under wraps in the background, even after he had reached manhood (not unlike today’s British monarchy). Hatshepsut proved to be a capable and powerful ruler. She wore a false beard like a man, which is reflected in her many graven images. Like her predecessors she also assumed godhood. She built the famous Queen’s temple at Deir al-Bahri and also the great temple of Amen at Karnak, as well as several other monuments to her future immortality. Replete on the walls of these temples were engravings of the queen in her manifold heroic scenes, usually consorting with the gods. 

Well, eventually the queen died, as all good queens finally do, and Thutmose III came to power. So angry was Thutmose III of having been treacherously suppressed all these years that he disfigured the image of Queen Hatshepsut’s face on every monument, wall, and column he could find. Tut, tut, Thut. What a wanton despoilment of precious art for those of us who came along a few thousand years later. We wish you wouldn’t have done that, Thut. 

A second interesting case is that of Amenhotep IV during the XVIIIth Dynasty, circa 1,350 B.C. He was an ascetic, a religious reformer, a philosopher and a theologian. He changed his own name to Ikhnaton, meaning, “Aton (the sun god) is satisfied.” He abolished all other gods and proclaimed the “One God” idea — his god, Aton. So obsessed was this first fanatic monotheist that he indulged in an orgy of iconoclasm. He had the plural word “gods” deleted from all monuments, destroyed images of rival gods and relentlessly persecuted the priests of Amen. 

Ikhnaton’s monotheistic sun god religion finally failed and he was deposed. Although it exerted a great influence on the art and thinking of his time, Egypt soon returned to its ancient, well-entrenched, labyrinthine religion of polytheism and the old priests were again back in power. As a side comment, it should be noted that it was from Ikhnaton that the Jews copied their idea of Yahweh and monotheism. When the Jews now proclaim with great fanfare that they gave the world the first monotheist religion, they are lying, as usual. Remember, the Egyptians had it first. 

In any case, after Ikhnaton was deposed, the priesthood returned to their ancient system with a vengeance. They in turn smashed all statues of Ikhnaton, chiseled out his image wherever it appeared and tried to stamp out every vestige of his idea. 

While we are on the subject of icon smashing, it might be well to point out that this was a subject also vigorously pursued by the Egyptian Christians (known as Coptics) during their 500 year sway in Egypt. As in Greece, as in Rome, the Coptics in Egypt were hell bent on smashing “pagan” images, and concentrated on destructively smashing off the noses of more statues than any other group in history. 

Despite their obsession with religion and despite the thousands of years they labored at it and under it, the Egyptians never really put together an organized, well-structured religion, as did the Roman Catholic church under Christianity. Instead, theirs was a confused, shifting and polyglot plethora of gods, gods, gods, varying both in time, in name and in geographic location. Besides some of the principal gods, there were in addition also the minor local gods that the natives of certain cities or areas held in high esteem. 

One of the dominant gods was Amen-Re, also known as Amon-Ra, also known as Ra, also known as Horus, in which guise he appeared with the face of a hawk on a human torso. Ikhnaton changed this multi-faceted sun god, Amen to Aton and made him the one and only. Today, when you hear the “Amens” resounding down the corridors of Christian churches, remember, the Egyptians had it first. 

Other major and universal gods beside Amen-Ra were: Anubis who had the head of a jackal and presided over the dead and guarded the tombs; Hathor, who had the head of a cow with long horns cradling the sun. She was the goddess of love and childbirth; Thot, the god of wisdom and truth, had the head of an ibis; also Ptah, Hapi, Isis, Maat, Inhotep, Min, and others. What a stupid, silly, hodge-podge! 

The subject of Egyptian religion is, of course, endless, and I do not wish to pursue it any further. I believe I have given enough background of my observations so that we can come to some meaningful conclusions and derive some lessons from the 6,300 year old Egyptian experience. 

1. Because the White Egyptian race was geographically sheltered by vast stretches of desert to the east and to the west, by the sea to the north, and by the cataracts on the Nile to the south, it had an opportunity to nurture and evolve an ever-advancing species of a fine race without the intrusion of foreign pollution for thousands of years. 

2. Religion can, and did, play an enormously decisive part in the life of the individual, of the nation, and of the race, and the Egyptians pushed it to a veritable mania. Religion is still a tremendously important factor in their lives today. 

3. Religion, as I have stated many times before, is like fire. It can be extremely constructive or destructive, depending on the nature of the religion, by whom it is used, and, on whom. 

4. The Egyptians did not have a good religion but a rather stupid religion based on purely fictitious concepts and outlandish hocus-pocus. The thrust of their religion was the preparation for a non-existent life in the hereafter, a pointless obsession that uselessly dissipated their resources and labor, and poured it down a hidden rat hole, to be buried forever. 

5. The White Race six thousand years later is still without a meaningful, constructive religion, and probably will be until such time as CREATIVITY becomes universally accepted. 

6. The White Race of Egypt was able to stay on a steady course for about 3,000 years (a long time) for two reasons: 

(a) It was geographically protected from racial contamination as mentioned earlier. 

(b) Its religion, economy and government stayed out of the hands of the Jews until probably about 1,300 B.C. From that time on, race-mixing, racial, cultural and economic disintegration set in and completely destroyed all — race, nation, culture and economy until we now have the dismal polyglot mess of mongrels visible today. 

7. Had they had a racial religion, such as CREATIVITY, instead of the hocus-pocus plethora of fictitious spooks, the history of not only Egypt, but the world, would read differently today. Undoubtedly, they would within a period of a few centuries have conquered all the viable lands of the earth and settled it with an ever increasingly superior breed of men. We can only vaguely speculate what the magnificence of such supermen might be. In any case, it would be so far above the decrepit mongrels of today that there would be no recognizable kinship. 

8. If there is one thing that the trip to Egypt has done for me, it is to overwhelmingly reinforce a basic conviction. That conviction to that the White Race direly needed a good racial religion in Ancient times, has needed it throughout history, and needs it more than ever today. 

In fact, we are reaching the End of the Line. It is now or never. 

The ULTIMATE of all horrors is the mongrelization of the great White Race. Mongrelized Egypt stands today as a living reminder of the ultimate horror. Let us dedicate ourselves anew to the fight to reverse this process and cleanse the world of the scourge now engulfing it. 

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The Ancient Egyptians, too, once possessed the Divine Seed in their Race, but they allowed it to be bastardized into mud. Let this be a stern warning and a hard object lesson to what is still left of the White Race on this Planet Earth.

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The ultimate horror is the mongrelization of the White Race.

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The bottom line of all this intensive Egyptian religiosity is this: it was entirely based on self-deception, hocus-pocus and deliberate lies.

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