Four years of freedom. How quickly time flies, and how quickly my soul has flown with it. From the depths of despair and the dregs of disillusionment, I have made it up to the empyrean heights of liberty in solitude and creative flourishing, things I did not have when I was a member of an abusive cult. I have rekindled those parts of my soul which had lain dormant for so long. I have taken up singing, I have returned to my childhood love of creative writing, I have travelled abroad without the encumbrances of a cultic conference agenda to attend to, I have met new people who are not brainwashed and whose minds are open for critical thought, and I have expanded the horizons of my thinking through deep and voracious reading. Like in a Bruckner symphony, where one must traverse the vast, endless cliffs of tremolo passages and portentous woodwind and brass salvos before reaching the summit, with its great orgasmic climaxes, so have I traversed the difficult road of bitter memories and shattered dreams. But I have survived, and I am living proof that one can do away with cultism and live a happier and healthier life.
Never again will I return to Marxism. Better dead than red. I would sooner convert to Catholicism, and take on holy orders, than return to anything so satanic and criminal again. If there is anything that recommends to me Christian morality over Marxist amorality, it is my two and a half years of experience in an organisation in which the following vices are common currency: child grooming, pedophilia, alcohol abuse, sexual assault and rape, not to mention slander and psychological warfare against dissidents. Since my departure, the IMT has grown ever more cult-like and insular. Their recent rebranding to become the ‘Revolutionary Communist Party’ (not realising how idiotic it was of them from a PR standpoint to appropriate the Avakian cult’s label for itself) is only the latest stage in this pathetic entity’s rapid degeneration. As it hemorrhages ever more members, it must become ever more unscrupulous in its recruitment methods to make up for those it has lost. The new recruits flooding in will be used and abused, and when they grow tired of the charade and desert, they will be replaced with a new flood of gullible individuals who can be moulded into revolutionary ‘cadres’.
The organisation increasingly makes little effort to conceal its totalitarian nature. An IMT cultist on Twitter recently admitted that Woods had never been challenged in a competitive election and did not appear to have a problem with this. How much more damage must be done to people’s lives before the membership wake up to the reality of what they are involved in?
As for me, I couldn’t be happier to be out. Over the past few months I have sunk myself into the poems of Auden and Larkin and John Steinbeck’s East of Eden. The symphonies of Bruckner and Mahler, the Italian love songs of Jerry Vale and Al Martino and the operas of Wagner and Mozart are among the many things that have sustained me over this past year. Outside the darkness of cultism is a whole new world, shimmering with the possibility of discovery. To hell with class struggle. I am ready for an individualist adventure.
Now, in this fateful hour, Western civilisation is engaged in an existential with Islamist-Marxist barbarism in the form of Hamas and their allies. I would like to reiterate my whole-hearted and unrelenting support for the civilisation that is mine both by birth and adoption, if not by blood heritage – that is to say, the West – against its murderous enemies and their fifth columnist supporters in our midst, a devotion that has only grown stronger with the recent Islamist-Marxist mobs that gathered outside our Parliament and cowed our spineless representatives into forcing a change in parliamentary procedure. I am proud to be called reactionary by such vermin, proud to be a ‘right-winger’, a monarchist, a Tory, a ‘liberal’, even a Christian. To be a Christian is better than to be a Marxist. The essential sickness and degeneracy of Marxist ideology has become more apparent to me now than at any time in my past. Everything that Nietzsche, Burke, Kolakowski, Solzhenitsyn and countless others have said about these people has been proven absolutely right by events. They can inflict only ill on the human race. The Robespierres, Savonarolas, Lenins and Maos of this world are all cut from the same cloth of human defectiveness and resentment. These blood-soaked barbarians without feeling in their hearts, without art in their souls, without reason in their minds, must be put down before they can have any power over human societies and warp and remake them in their own malevolent image.
Socialism is now for me just another word for slavery, extortion and tyranny. It can no longer be salvaged in my heart. It is dead to me, and I curse and repudiate it with everything that is in me. Even if a Marxist regime were democratically elected into existence in my own country, I would refuse to recognise it, would launch an armed rebellion against it or simply emigrate. It is just as well that these people will likely never see power, and I will go on in my insouciant, rebellious way, rid of my chains forevermore.