Cantandum in Ezkhaton – fin. 01/08/20

If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road. …I think if you look at the present state of the world, it is pretty plain that humanity has been making some big mistakes. We are on the wrong road. And if that is so, we must go back. Going back is the quickest way on.

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

I’m sorry to announce I won’t be able to continue Cantandum in Ezkhaton. Which is disheartening, because I was having a blast doing this.

There have been fundamental changes where I live and work and I’m going to leave my job and my current abode. I’m aiming to move to a nice small rural community, contribute to it through true civil service, and create a firm where I have some say in how I run things.

High Level Bridge, east walkway. The rot sets in.

Most of the Dissident Right and Reaction bloggers who reveal details about their vocations appear to be self-employed. There is no reason I cannot do the same, and so it is time to set out on my own. It’s going to take a few years to get set up and I need the 12+ hours a week I spent on this blog to make that happen.

I really liked doing Cantandum and I’d say there are many out there who visited weekly and appreciated what I did. My audience was largely American, and I also had many regulars from Canada, Poland, Australia, New Zealand (Kia Ora!) and western Europe, but the reach was worldwide. I’m very grateful for this. Here is the map of where my viewers were from:

Capture

Thank you for stopping by. I hope you guys got a lot out of it, and found some new sources for Reaction and Dissident Right thought.

If you are looking for dissident blogging similar to Cantandum, you can check out the following:

God bless you all, and best wishes. Remember why you exist: to advance in confidence and faith towards the terrifying unknown!

Keep on reactin’ and be like the owl (for now).

I can no longer be called ‘Señor Blanco’…call me Deacon Blues.

He told the boy that although he was huérfano still he must cease his wanderings and make for himself some place in the world because to wander in this way would become for him a passion and by this passion he would become estranged from men and so ultimately from himself.

He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men’s hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them and therefore to know it one must look there and come to know those hearts and to do this one must live with men and not simply pass among them.

He said that while the huérfano might feel that he no longer belonged among men he must set this feeling aside for he contained within him a largeness of spirit which men could see and that men would wish to know him and that the world would need him even as he needed the world for they were one.

Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing