Who We Are, And Who We Are Not — Guest Post by Ianto Watt

The article “The Missing Link of Jewish European Ancestry: Contrasting the Rhineland and the Khazarian Hypotheses“, by Eran Elhaik only now pooped into my Inbox. It came out in 2013, just when my book was published.

They both tell the same story and come to the same conclusion. They confirm the “Khazarian hypothesis”, which is “that Eastern European Jews descended from the Khazars, an amalgam of Turkic clans that settled the Caucasus in the early centuries CE and converted to Judaism in the 8th century.” It makes me feel vindicated.

Non-Christian Scientists have entered the arena of a heretofore taboo subject. And amazingly, they have unknowingly aligned themselves with their erstwhile enemies, Holy Rome. Or, at least, Historical Rome. Versus Hysterical Rome, the birthplace of modern Malthusianism and the Club of Rome.

The naysayers have their statistical-methodological complaints about such studies. But the fact remains that Elhaik’s opponents, who like Elhaik are all Jewish, cannot explain where all the Jews of Europe came from, numerically speaking, if they didn’t come from Khazaria. Their Rhineland hypothesis requires incredible feats of fertility, for hundreds of years on end, with absolutely no evidence of such an incredible happening.

What is this taboo of which I speak? And what does this article have to do with that same subject? Wait, first let’s look around to see who is listening. You can’t be too careful, you know! The taboo, of course, is the most-deadly of all: Anti-semitism.

What does Scientific Rome (and Elhaik’s article in particular) have to say about this dark subject that could possibly be different from the past century of calumny for anyone who failed to bend the knee to the edict of political correction? How could anyone (Jews included) have the chutzpah to question modern wisdom?

Here it is: science has now confirmed (to the extent anything is certain in this insane world) what some of us already knew. Some people, and maybe all of us, aren’t who we say we are. Yes, and this conclusion has been reached through the rigors of the priesthood of the gods of Science! It is enough to make one faint. Identity Theft, writ large. The hijacking of entire peoples, and their actual past.

Who else are not whom they claim to be? Is it the Irish? No, but that’s always a good guess, because nobody will admit to being their ancestors. [Editor’s note: recall Watt is Welsh.] What about the British? Well, you’re getting closer. After all, the Anglish always enjoy dressing in British drag, even though they are the polar opposites. But me and mine have always known that the Anglish bastards only claim the name when it suits them. Which is quite often. Especially their Saxon royalty and their claims of royal ownership of my island. To Hell with them.

Let’s start with a couple of easy examples of national identity theft. You’ve heard of the British Israelites, right? No? Well, you’re young, but you can look it up. Read my book. Or Wikipedia. The British Israelites are the people (many of whom occupied high places in the Empire) who claim that the Anglish (in British dress) are really the descendants of the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel. But they’re no more Jewish (or British) than the man in the moon. That hasn’t stopped them in their drive for Empire. And the British Commonwealth was actually a pretty good run at the title. But again, Scientific Rome has put the nix on the idea of the 10 Tribes making their way intact to Albion. Or anywhere.

Now, what about the Israelite British? Look closely at that name. You’ll never see it anywhere but here. Tough you’ve probably heard of them under another name. You know, all those Chosen Ones who claim that, regardless of their genetic and cultural heritage, they are actually British? You know, Lord Rosebury and his friends. Yes, the Lord who married Hannah de Rothschild, the daughter of Meyer Amschel de Rothschild, in 1878.

These are the people who, despite their matrilineal heritage, claim to be authentically British. This, despite the fact that they are no more British than Churchill, that mongrel dog. The true Brits are the remainder of Arthur’s legions, known as the Welsh and the West Welsh (Cornish) today. You know, the last ones that stood up to the Anglo-Saxons way back when. The bastards who stole my island. And yes, I want it back. But I’m not holding my breath. Yes, I know, you’ve never heard of any of this.

Let’s plunge on. Have you ever heard of the Palestinians? Can you tell me who they are? No, I mean, who they actually descend from. Don’t tell me the Arabs. That’s a racial classification. And it’s wrong. Tell me who they came from, specifically. Let’s ask some experts.

First is Paul Wexler, a Hebrew. Paul wondered about this same thing: who are the Palestinians? And Paul decided that something was weird about the common understanding of things.

Being a linguistic savant, he went on a little journey, which took him throughout Palestine. He wrote an interesting little book about it (cited in my book). Then there is another savvy Jew, Arthur Koestler, who wrote The Thirteenth Tribe. He apostasized from the Bolshevik Faith with his other incredible book, Darkness at Noon.

Let’s also remember Shlomo Sand (another non-Jewish Jew) and his great work, The Invention of the Jewish People, and his follow-on, The Invention of the Jewish Nation.

All three of these guys, Wexler, Koestler and Sand, were cited in Elhaik’s study. And in my book. And we’re all in agreement. What do we agree on? Simply this: everything the world knows is wrong. Well, almost everything. But close enough for horseshoes.

What is Palestine? You know, that Roman name attached to that silly sliver of land that’s caused all of those Caesars all those headaches. Well, Palestine is a made-up name. A name that tried to erase the previous names of Galilee and Judea and Samaria, which erased the name of Canaan. Just like Aelia Capitolina was the Roman attempt to erase the name of Jerusalem after Titus leveled the joint. That’s the whole point of this article: if the public doesn’t like something, just re-brand it, and then they will buy it like hotcakes.

Let’s get back to Wexler. He wondered about the names of people and places throughout the Levant. Yes, one of the other names for Palestine. Wexler did some digging and found that the modern names for all those modern Palestinian people and towns and villages throughout the Levant were actually Jewish names that had been bastardized over the centuries. The centuries of Muslim domination. The centuries that began with the then-current occupants (Christians and Jews alike) being given the peace-loving choice of Islam: convert or die. Or, if you want what’s behind Door Number Three, the Jizyah Tax. You can keep your faith, you infidel, if you keep it private, and pay the tax. Let’s see how long your progeny can keep your faith when you pick that door. A millennium later, take a look. They’re all Muslims. Jewish Muslims, to be exact.

In other words, Sabra, the Palestinians (for the most part) are of Jewish descent. And of coerced Muslim conversion. Here’s the funniest part. Since the beginnings of the Zionist Movement, they have been displaced by Khazars from Central Asia who claim ownership of Palestine based on their supposed Abrahamic roots! This wasn’t my idea: it’s Wexler’s and Koestler’s and Sand’s. And Elhaik’s.

Any other big cases of national identity theft on the horizon, Komrade? Actually, yes. Perhaps the most bizarre of all. It is the case of the Russians. Of course, you knew this had to end with Russia, da? And why not? After all, they all believe it. The only problem here, you silly muzhik, is that there are no real Russians. Nope, none at all.

No Russians? What can this mean? It’s simple, my friend. Their real name is this: Slavs. And their identity was stolen by the Rus’. The descendants of Rurik, the (Swedish) Varangian Viking prince. Oh, and yes, by the Khazars. The same guys that stole Scythia and then decided to convert to Judaism. We know them as the Ashkenazi Jews. Vikings from the north, Scythians from the south. The hammer of Thor, the sickle of Scythia. Now do you understand that Red Flag? Those two have alternately ruled ‘Russia’ since the 800’s. Except for the Mongols, who had a nice little run for 200 hundred years. Everyone has ruled Russia except the Slavs.

Who are those people who call themselves Russians today? They are the same as they were at the time of Caesar Augustus. They are the slaves of the east. They serve the Caesars (and Khans) who have captured them. And so, linguistically, those whom Caesar knew as ‘the Sclavus’ have become ‘the slaves’ of the Eastern Caesars (Tsars) unto today. Today, they serve the Emperor of the Third Rome. That would be Vlad Putin, of course. And they are still in thrall to the legend of their name. A name that means something entirely different to them than to the idiots in the West today.

Slav means The Word to these descendants of Japheth. It means the word Glory. The word by which they claim the world will be redeemed. This redemption will be delivered via the Orthodox Church. Why? Because the Slavs are the only vehicle left for the Orthodox rebellion against Holy Rome. And if the Slavic people are willing to be used, in their thrall to their ancient Pagan beliefs, why wouldn’t the Orthodox use them? Why not take advantage of a spirit of political rebellion that rejects the West as being oppressive to the East? It’s so easy to substitute a false religious objection for a legitimate political objection. Especially when the two are so closely intertwined. That political/religious rebellion came when the Patriarch Photius, in 860, repeated those infamous words, ‘I will not serve‘. In reality, he was speaking against the Emperor as much as the Pope. Why? Because he was neither, but wanted to be both.

Once again, a people confuse their King with their High Priest. Jews did it. The Imperial Romans did it. The Greco-Romans did it. The Anglo-Americans have done it. And, of course, the Slavs have done it. They have all given their Kings the allegiance they owed their true High Priest. How? By giving their spiritual allegiance to the leader of a nationalistic church that is subservient to the Emperor-of-the-moment. And the results have always been the same: slavery. Slavery to an Imperial vision that is completely at odds with their national origins. A slavery that is entirely at odds with their spiritual origins.

That statement is at the root of all of mankind’s history unto today. I will not serve. Anybody. And that history is at the root of Western degeneration, from the time of Luther and Henry, unto today. But meanwhile, in their desire to resist Western domination, the ‘Russians’ of today have made themselves the slaves of the Eastern Emperor, who carries this standard of rebellion against the West. Truthfully, they should indeed resist the leprous body of the Imperial West of today. But because everyone tends to confuse Imperial Rome and Holy Rome, they continue to confuse when it is licit to resist a corrupt temporal power and when it is licit to reject a bad spiritual power.

This, after all, is simply the same excuse the Samaritans used to resist the High Priest in Jerusalem. Sure, political resistance is often sanctioned by God, as it was with the Samaritans and their King Jeroboam. When you go one step further and resist his appointed High Priest, you cross the line. The line which will cause your loss of freedom, both politically and spiritually. This is what has happened all throughout history. Why? Because mankind always mixes the roles of Caesar and Messiah, and there is never a happy ending when this occurs.

Therein lies the danger. We have confused our own identity. Whatever our own national identity is (or was), we have lost sight of the fact that our real identity is as a citizen of Heaven. Yes, we have all been led astray by our temporal leaders. Leaders who are always willing to comingle our ideas of our spiritual and temporal heritage. The one is eternal, the other is not.

The Jews lost their national identity when they claimed Caesar as their king, while rejecting their own High Priest. The Greeks lost theirs when they took up the mantle of Imperial Rome, but followed Photius into the schism (and then heresy) of Eastern Orthodoxy. The British lost their identity when they followed King Henry into the abyss of schism (and now heresy) of Western Orthodoxy. The Russians lost their identity when they took up the Orthodox vision of Third Rome as expressed by their pagan Viking Overlords. Americans lost theirs when Lincoln led us unto national destruction, while quoting his Puritan scriptures.

We have all lost our national identity. All of us. But ultimately, it doesn’t matter. Why?
Remember, at one time we were all of one tongue. One nationality. It was the time before the Tower of Babel. Before the division of mankind into the 72 nations of the earth was done by God. This division was a blessing meant to keep us from imagining and acting upon a vain thing. From imagining that we could vault into the heavens without dying. From imagining that we could escape our sins without remorse. Our separation into separate nations was God’s means of keeping us from working, as one, to reject the original purpose of man. That purpose? To glorify God.

Now, here we are, re-assembling under the shadow of The Tower. All nations having lost their God-given uniqueness. All nations re-assembling under the unifying tongue of the digital world. All nations working towards the vision of a single global identity. All nations at war against God.

We’re finally at the end of the trail. Or, actually, the beginning. The beginnings of Paganism, and the first Pagan, Nimrod. The man who built the Tower. The man who commanded the allegiance of (almost) all men. Back when all men spoke with one tongue. And all heard with one ear. What was it they heard, when Nimrod spoke to them?

The story of how all the ancient fathers (Adam, et al.), had become gods, and they had taken their position in the skies above. Yes, they had become the stars and the planets that guided all men on earth. And here was the part that solidified Nimrod’s power. He told the people that they, too, could join the pantheon of the skies without having to die. All they had to do was to build the tower into the skies. And thus, enter the pantheon.

Now, again, here we are, still back in Iraq. Back in the shadow of the Tower of Babel. And what is it that we are doing there? We are imagining a vain and wicked thing.