Proof number 2 of A Declaration of the True West

In green ink, after going over all the letters with the Dremel… Getting there… ‘Without a vision the people perish’… may we all re-imagine what it can and should be like to be in the (True) West. .. Gondor, Numinor before the falling away…


Icons of the True West, anyone?

Googling didn’t find me much on this at all – what are the images and icons that people who love the ideals of the West, as distinct from a western country or western religion, use? Is there such an icon? Could someone or some group invent one? Could we?

In that spirit, I will submit some images for your feedback. The one I put on the poster is one idea only – the ship sailing to new lands representing new understandings, knowledge, wisdom. Only trouble is, the Vikings, Columbus and his Conquistadors… 😦

So I wonder is the Tree of Life a possibility? Perhaps with a jewel as in my Apples of Aeden fantasy? The jewel representing the high crafts such as that of Feanor in the Silmarillion, who made the Silmaril gems… and the Tree representing growth, life, the connection of Earth and Sky i.e. the Balance… and a lot more besides… but none so far taken by bad groups or specifically national or religious groups. A unifying umbrella graphic for the love of the True West would be I think Awesome…

Anyway, the ship I did does have the Jewel or as it is called in Apples of Aeden the Heartstone, on its mast. Not fully refined yet, but…

THETRUEWEST SHIP LOGO FOR WOODCUT copy  I will add a picture of the Tree of Life when I’ve done one… follow this blog to get email notifications – thank you in advance for your feedback and encouragement, whether through criticism or agreement – or both!

A Declaration of the True West, 1.0

Friends of the True West! Do kindly read this and give me ANY feedback that occurs to you before it’s set in stone (or steel plate actually – for printing as an etched-embossed poster, version 1.0). Here is the digital poster of the draft, and the text below it in case you want to copy and paste and edit to repost or share – all I ask is add to the end ‘modified by’…. and your name and contact. Or if you love it as is, share freely! Comments welcomed too, for me to look at modifications. I want to put something out there that focuses on the common ideals of the Western culture, not on all that falls short in so many ways as we all know it has and does – hence ‘The TRUE West’…

declaration as if printed with green

The text:

A Declaration of the True West

Stand strong against the encroaching barbarism, all who honour these things:

FREEDOM – Individual freedom of all thought and action except to harm others unjustly.

DEMOCRACY – A belief in collaboration with other free individuals to create, declare and operate companies, districts, states, republics and nations.

JUSTICE – One law for all, democratically framed and improved to always protect the rights of every person.

OWNERSHIP – The right to profit from the creation and trading of goods with other free individuals.

DYNAMISM – Enthusiasm to change things, and oneself, for the better.

TRUTH – Recognition of a non-material reality which may be explored and elucidated by the mind. The sum of This reality we call the Ground of Being, God, or the One.

NATURE – A belief in Laws of Nature and their discoverability. A respect for Nature as an ordered whole within the One.

HISTORY – A belief in the progression of all things from a beginning to an end. We can learn from the past and shape the future.

LEARNING – It is better to know; ignorance is not bliss.

REPENTANCE – An acceptance that human fallibility requires us to often turn back, change our mind, reform.

LOVE – A desire that all our transactions be guided by appreciation and respect for all things and persons.

BEAUTY – An acceptance that pragmatic goals must be balanced with the pursuit of romantic beauty.

DEFENCE – Of our rights, property and lands. The courage to die for these values, these friends who honour them. Peter Harris, Dreamspace, Gisborne, NZ 20/3/18

Paris Dawning


A Platonistic poetic homage to the foundations of the True West, and to The Second Coming by W.B.Yeats. Read The Second Coming here: Or see a youtube video animation (a little disconcerting) of a photo of the aged Yeats dramatically reading his own poem:

I have been working on a painting of trip we made to Paris in 2015 (I’ll put an image up here when it’s ‘done’), and as is my custom now  (see my I was also planning a text of silver or copper embossed letters to go around the frame. I needed a poem to draw on for this, and added to my recent thoughts on the True West and its declining influence in the real-world culture of the free West, it pushed me to the unusual – for me – extremity of writing poetry! I will no doubt keep worrying over the wording for a long time, but may not manage to improve it much, so here it is, as is. The last stanza has a reference to the Jewel of Knowledge in my epic the Apples of Aeden (vol I available free here:

Paris Dawning

Picked apart and picked apart by the blind watchmen

Stone by stone, line upon line the Western wall is crowbarred from within,

The foundations turn to clay, the cornerstone is discarded,

And through the gaps the godless void is seeping, invoked in dirges to the blackstar,

The deathstar, sent by a matricidal empire, heralded by nihilists and jaded hedonists

To loose a blood-dimmed satanic tide in every world.


Surely some truth still hides deep

Beyond the reach of the deconstructive bulldozers and the deathmetal din?

Surely Damien’s demonic blowflies will not have the last word,

Surely there will be an answer from the Deep?

The Deep! Hardly are those words mocked by shallow keypads

When a vast metaphor from the antique West

Transports me down beneath the ruins,

Somewhere under Athens, beneath the Parthenon’s golden ratios.

And look! A single candle still burns in Plato’s cave, in caverns measureless to empirical man.


But the blind watchmen have been there before me,

The ancient writing is chiseled off the wall.

Now darkness falls as atavistic hands, filled with a passionate intensity,

Scrawl savage ultimatums to the prisoners, who bargain for their heads

While our best remaining watchmen vacillate in trembling silence and trawl the web for clues.


But in Paris in the spring beneath the mathematical tower

Some still hold up the secret jewel of knowledge to the tree of life

as the true Isis stands resurrected for the motherless,

the balance is restored, the solipsistic spell is answered and refuted,

And the platonic sun rises also over Cantor’s paradise

Rejoicing like Zarathustra, endlessly bestowing.

  • Peter Harris, 16.1.16


If the poem (or parts of it) inspire, do share this online. For the True West and those who seek it still…