The Year of Wagner

2013 is the The Year of Wagner, over this year, the 200th since the birth of that old Germanic Wizard of Bayreuth, his spirit looms large. The timeless, ageless, Poet-Composer, the Warrior-Poet stares down on these dimly lit days where the stage-craft of senile dramaturgists with their mechanical puppets, their bizarre troupe of automatons dance and act to a tired old tune. No doubt He looks down in dismay on this circus.

It was Richard Wagner more so than Nietzsche who made possible the appearance of Adolf Hitler, indeed one could say that the Wizard of Bayreuth conjured up Adolf Hitler out of the depths of the Aryan World-Soul. But certainly it was also the cosmic clash of those two Germanic Titans – Wagner and Nietzsche that provided the Promethean spark that would ignite the fertile German soul and set fire to the brightly burning star of the Son of God – Adolf Hitler. More than any man it was Richard Wagner who foresaw the coming of the Führer, the re-awakening of the one who comes back; his Siegfried did come alive!

“Where there is no Want, there is no true Need; where there is no real Need, no necessary Action. But where there is no necessary action, there reigns Caprice; and where Caprice is king, there every vice will blossom, and every criminal assault on Nature will take place. For it is only by the barring and refusing of real Need, the preventing of the true Need from being satisfied that a false Need, an artificial Need can take over. The satisfaction of an artificial Need is luxury; which can only be bred and supported in opposition to, and at the expense of real Need.” -   Richard Wagner – The Artwork Of The Future.

“As Man, in all his life and all his relations to Nature, acts only from a necessity peculiar to his own individual being, he unwittingly distorts the character of Nature herself when he conceives of Nature behaving not according to her own necessity but to that of Man.”   -   Richard Wagner  -  The Artwork of the Future.

“Although the splendid type of Siegfried had long attracted me, it first enthralled my every thought when I had come to see it in its purest shape – Man, set free from every embellishment. Now, for the first time, also, did I recognise the possibility of making him a hero of a drama; a possibility that had not occurred to me while I only knew him from the medieval Nibelungenlied. But at like time with him, had Frederich Barbarossa loomed on me from the study of our history: he appeared to me, just as he had appeared to the Saga-framing Germanic Folk, a historical rebirth of the old-Pagan Siegfried… but it always seemed to me that Frederick Barbarossa would be nearer to the heart of the Folk than the more humane Siegfried… If on the other-hand, I wanted to really construct the Mythos, then, for its ultimate and highest form, quite beyond any modern poet, I must go to the source, to the unadulterated Mythos, which only the Folk had ever sung of, and which I had discovered among them in full perfection -in the SIEGFRIED!   -   Richard Wagner – A Communication To My Friends.

 

BRUNHILDE  -

Hail, bright sunlight!

Hail, fair sky!

Hail, O radiant day!

Long was my sleep;

but now I wake:

Who is the man

Wake me to life?

SIEGFRIED -

I have braved dangers

Blazing round your rock;

From your head I unclasped the Helm;

Siegfried wakes you

Brings you to life.

The Wizard Of Fiat

We are witnessing the final years of the Fiat cotton/paper inspired “Nation States”, the “United Nations” which since 1945, have been one and all - Corporations. The Nation State is not only long dead, but like dinosaurs, never actually existed in the first place. Those that still believe in “Nation States”, as if Nations are actual entities are delusional, like 99.999% of Humanity is delusional, they even believe that “dinosaurs walked the earth”. The Wizard Of Fiat has NO POWER, and as you have not been told, when you were just a little child, back then it was not made clear to you that the Wizard Of Fiat has NO HEART, NO BRAIN, and IS A COWARD! You were not told that, it was not explained to you, why? Because most likely you are part of the 99.999% of humans which cover the earth like a lurid algae bloom, green as the ink you worship. But those 99.999% are not required for any future action on earth, they are like the waste-product of Munchkin Land, an Ooze that has been left over from another Ooze. The masses of humans are going to always act like a drowning man, who flails around wildly looking to hold onto something, perhaps someone elses leg – so they both drown, in their own algae ooze, well, if a useless human ziobot attached itself to my leg, I would give it one good hard kick in the head and send it to the bottom of the algae covered sea. Amazingly this humongous waste disposal unit that humans, or Munchkins, or whatever, are not capable of running, is a despicable racket that could come to an end in a cotton-picking minute, it could come to an end but it does not, even when it is exposed for what it is, and the curtain is pulled back and the all-too-human assistants run for the exits fumbling for their car-keys, there being no honour among heartless cowards who have no brains. I am reminded of the astronaut who used to take his extremely expensive car-stereo with him on his trips to the moon; “Hey Joe, why take that damned stereo with you every time we go to the moon?” “Because it cost a month’s wages, that’s why, and I don’t want it stolen, do you know how many cars are broken into in that stupid car park?” “No”, “Too many, too many to count.” And even more stupidly, or less,  I am not sure, I am reminded of Arnold Schwarzenegger in that movie ‘Twins’, where he says “and its all cotton”, as if ’all cotton’ means it’s good. But it is not good, comparably, unless good means the same as cheap, as in supermarket cheap, then it would be good, relatively. But only in terms of digits printed on cotton by the Wizard of Fiat, which is not good, so it is not good, which means I am right in the first place, and Arnie is definitely wrong with his devotion to cotton. Moses was never on Mount Vesuvius, that is a fact, because Moses is a River which is not even in Italy, let alone Egypt, but even if the fictional Moses came down from Mount Vesuvius or Mount Sin-ai, as Jew and Gentile call it, than it is a cotton idol that was worshiped and not a gold one, to say it was gold can only be fiction because humans generally worship cotton or paper idols rather than gold idols or any other idols made of any other material, and that is fact attested to by the witness of Time itself. The Wizard Of Fiat was in control you see, and he was an Artist who was proficient in the use of Cotton and Paper and of course, Ink…I did not want to mention that, because I would then feel as if I would have to explain it, Ink, that is, and if I explain Ink, well, I don’t want to, that I leave up to the Third Reich Pilgrim, do you know that the Third Reich Pilgrim wrote the greatest book of the 21st Century? Did you know that? If you are part of humanity you would not know that. Anyway I write all about Ink, its his-story, and about Alchemy, and other insignificant stuff. Like Dorothy’s Silver slippers, only Hollywood could put Ruby slippers on Dorothy, it was for the Technicolor effect of the Silver screen, you see, but it is not Alchemically correct, as Frank Baum’s book would tell you. Which just goes to show, that the lies of the screen are greater than the lies of the book. Now the Silver slippers were the Silverites transformed under paper and ink and bound into a book, now in those days you could not put truth in a book, you had to lie, to make something Vulgar (public) was to get a truth and then twist it into a warped old lie, and only then could you be Vulgar, or Public, telling the truth was simply not an option, in those days, you had to lie, no lie - no publish, simple as that. Anyway the Silverites wanted to dance cheek to jowl with the Gold misters, and they reckoned 16:1 as a ratio, fair it seemed, so said the “16 to 1′s” folk, 1 OZ of Gold for 16 OZ of Silver, that was being proposed, in the Land of OZ, because OZ is one ounce. But the Gold misters said to the Silverites that this arrangement would be beneficial for the Munchkins, and why should they do anything for the country bumpkin Munchkins? Why not just follow the tradition and go Vulgar, I.e. lie, deceive those stupid little Munchkins with a simple trick, a school yard sleight-of-hand, thus proving that the Bumpkins were really, really, stupid Munchkins all along, and deserve their pathetic abused state. Why should the Silverites stand up for the midget bumpkins? Let them fight their own fights! And so there was a deal done and the magic flowed with paper and ink and there was a great cyclone of money creation and this cyclone picked up the houses of the country folk, and up they went in inflation, and then they came crashing down! And it was as easy as taking candy from a baby. The Bumpkins really were Munchkins after all… And so they ended up in the Land of Ooze with a Green Ink City surrounded by anodyne fields. And the only way that Dorothy and her pathetic little party of country bumpkins can escape that wicked world, is if she clicks her Silver slippers and makes a wish, because that was all she had to do in the first place as she always had her little slippers made of silver on her little feet, but she did not know how to use them, it was magic. Poor naive little Dorothy, she had a viable truthful currency all along and didn’t even know it. In another allegorical sense we see Dorothy as America, Tinman as a heartless under-employed industrialist in need of oil, Scarecrow a farmer typically uneducated, and the Lion, the military portrayed as a bunch of cowards.

If you think this sounds rather strange and funny, it’s because it is, because there was a secret deal made and an inside joke, and the human masses are the butt of the joke! Hahahah…They really are stupid after all, and by the time they get the joke, they will be the butt of another joke, that they will not have any idea about just as they did not know about the last joke until it was revealed to them. Imagine being the butt of someone elses joke for 100 years! Just imagine, it’s magical.

Updates

Hermitage Helm Corpus page has been re-enabled by WordPress.com, I have accepted their apology for their error in judgement.

Birthday of The Son Of God!

The Son Of God – Born 20th April 1889 in the Holy Land of Germania.

All Heil our Lord and Saviour Adolf Hitler!

SIEG!

Aryanism Bizarre!

I refer to this page over at Aryanism.net – http://aryanism.net/culture/aesthetics/human-beauty/

What to say? It is had to imagine that anyone could be so stupid, so ignorant. At first I thought it was a joke, but now I think it is the inevitable conclusion of the Glass Bead Game, the Hu-mans and their musings on aesthetics without any foundation in truth, and therefore without beauty, because what is beautiful is also truthful, and the Aryan is the ideal, as the highest form of that noble physical proportion of the most glorious beauty…Beauty is the ultimate Truth.

Aryanism.net begins its long list on human logical fallacy on its ‘Human Beauty’ page with a quote from Alfred Rosenberg, as if the Nordic Supremacist Alfred Rosenberg would endorse Aryanism.net? Clearly this is a case of confusion via abstraction; the ultimate Nordic Supremacist endorsing a anti-Nordic Supremacist mulatto list! Bizarre! I know Aryanism.net is appealing to those who do not have good reading comprehension of the English language, or who have very little English reading skills, but really, for Aryanism.net to use Alfred Rosenberg to endorse their mulatto list on ‘human beauty’ is just ridiculous, they are joking right?

And then the author of this confusion via abstraction uses a quote that he falsely attributes to Miguel Serrano, in quite a sneaky and deliberate fashion, because the quote is in a book written by Serrano but the quote is attributed to an unknown source by Serrano who uses it to prove that Aryans have been falsely represented in the past as a sign of degeneration. So one can see how Aryanism.net has lifted words from a source and then fraudulently misrepresented them, in a time-consuming and deliberate manner, so it is worse than just a bad joke.

I think in this instance perhaps Alfred Rosenberg should be heard, in his defence against this misrepresentation.

“At the subconscious level, whether in cult or in life, man obeys the commands of the blood, as if in dreams or, according to natural insight, as a happy expression describes this harmony between nature and culture. But culture, with the growth of all subconscious activity and of expanding consciousness and knowledge, becomes more and more intellectual, and ultimately engenders not creative tension but, in fact, discord. In this way, reason and understanding are divorced from race and nature and released from the bonds of the blood. The ensuing generation falls victim to the individualistic system of intellectual absolutes, and separates itself more and more from its natural environment, mixing itself with alien blood. It is through this desecration of the blood that personality, people, race and culture perish. None who have disregarded the religion of the blood have escaped this nemesis – neither the Indians nor the Persians, neither the Greeks nor the Romans. Nor will Nordic Europe escape if it does not call to a halt, turning away from bloodless absolutes and spiritually empty delusions, and begin to hearken trustingly once again to the subtle welling up of the ancient sap of life and values.”    -   Alfred Rosenberg. Chapter 1 - Race and Race Soul. The Myth Of The Twentieth Century

Basically one could say that Alfred Rosenberg wrote Myth Of The Twentieth Century as a warning against the future appearance of the type of logical fallacy and confusion via abstraction employed by the likes of Aryanism.net.

When Hitler wrote of his dislike of the French in Mein Kampf he was sending a warning for the Humanitarian French inspired Aryanism.net.

“The French people, who are becoming more and more obsessed with negroid ideas, represent a threatening menace to the existence of the white race in Europe….For the contamination caused by the influx of negroid blood on the Rhine, in the very heart of Europe, is in accord with the sadist and perverse lust for vengence on the part of the hereditary enemy of our people, just as it suits the purpose of the cold calculating Jew who would use this means of introducing a process of bastardization in the very centre of the European Continent, and by infecting the white race with the blood of inferior stock, would destroy the foundations of its independent existence.”   -  Adolf Hitler. Mein Kampf. Chapter 13.  The German Post-War Policy Of Alliance.

And no, the Nazi’s did not consider the Japanese to be Aryan, but only recognised that the Japanese had previously been subjugated and ruled by the Aryan Race a long time ago, and virtually all traces of that Aryan Race in eastern Asia have vanished. The Third Reich had a non-aggression pact with Japan, but Japan also had a non-aggression pact with the United States as well, and the United States broke that non-aggression pact with the Pearl Harbour false flag, where the U.S. scuttled some of their redundant rusting ships and blamed it on the Japs, because they wanted to go to war with the Japs, again, and they needed an excuse. The All-Lies have worked this one out; if they bomb something and blame it on someone else, their human populations are so stupid, they will believe it. It is like when a school kid throws a rock through a window and then points to somebody else, and says “He did it, he threw the rock, I saw him do it!” That is the mentality of the All-Lies, viscious, sadistic, perverted lie upon lies upon lies upon lies upon LIES UPON LIES UPON LIES UPON LIES UPON LIES UPON LIES UPON LIES OF THE ALLIES!!!!!

Updates

I am in the middle of producing an English translation of Miguel Serrano’s ‘Son Of The Widower’. I estimate it should be in paperback in approx. 1 month published by Hermitage Helm Corpus. ‘Son Of a Widower’ makes a more seamless transition from Serrano’s Hitlerist Trilogy to Third Reich Pilgrim, and considering the correct chronological order, in more ways than one. In the book will be included 2 of Serrano’s  last interviews and an important letter, this will make a compilation that will produce a slim, handsome, inexpensive paperback, that will be considered to be Aryan Apostolic Canon or Holy Writ; formal decrees like Manu, Ultimate Avatar and Third Reich Pilgrim, with more to come, that set out the early functioning and shape of the Fifth Reich. Why the Fifth Reich? Well, because the Fourth Reich transcended these lower parts of the universe, and if you are reading these words, I tell you; you were not required for that to happen, and or you were part of the Enemy, I.e. Corporation America and Corporation Britain or Corporation Russia or whatever decaying piece of Corporate shit-hole you robotically slave for… If you support or have any faith in these obsolete Corporations then I can also tell you that your long and steady rate of decline into redundancy and brownish filth and degeneracy will continue until it is no more.

“National Socialism was always Hitlerism, and Hitlerism always had an esoteric background. At the end of the 1930′s and during the war years it was not possible or convenient that this theme was widely known. However, after the war and its apparent loss, there was no other way for Hitlerism than the esoteric development.”   – Miguel Serrano

“Whoever sees National Socialism only as a political movement, understands nothing. National Socialism is more than a religion, she is the Will to create the Superman.”  – Adolf Hitler

‘For The Man To Come’

For The Fifth Reich

The Place Of Knowledge

The Place Of Knowledge    by Johan Maesser

(Extract from submission essay for ‘A New Race – The Aryan Essays’)

The difference between knowledge and theories and data is that knowledge can never be taught, learned or converted into any other form than it already is; it cannot be concluded or calculated, it can only be recognised, and when it is recognised the pieces tend to fit together more and more in a process dissimilar to natural learning habit. The Knowledge is recognised by the one who already knows it, recognise – ‘to know again, acknowledge’.

Knowledge is inaccessible to the human mind so long as it depends solely on the methods of modern science in its belief, which is flawed in that it is limited by the frail confines of a restricted reason born of ideological offshoot in the past centuries. It is inaccessible to the human mind that only believes in numbers and theories; in that which substitutes the innumerable with faulty theories that serve not so much as an attempt at knowing reality but as dismissing it as something wholly within the bounds of the modern human’s frail security and dogmatic faith.

Knowledge can only be gained by those who once again look with eyes that have been closed, awakened eyes; it is rather regained for it has existed for all of the time, or timeless, yet humans are oblivious to it time for time. It exists in the dark corners which modern humans do not look into, cannot see into, they are blind to it, what they are blind to is the Knowledge! The Knowledge is recovered, recognised in the cracks and crevices of time itself as it appears to us, where the evaporating light of the sun dwindles and the ashen ghosts of the past are able to appear and grant passage. They care only to see the casts, while the darkness itself that the shadows feed into go completely overlooked, unseen, in fear of the nightly abyss which man has ignored too long. Not far does one have to look to go a little into the realms of true knowledge, for these depths are infinitesimal and man’s knowledge is only a very small veiled sphere. Thus one must be cautious not to go too far, too quickly, look too deeply for too long, for purposes do not call for the going beyond that boundary where we risk a madness that is unproductive for our cause, one must realise his own depth, his own limited depth in comparison to the infinite depth of the darkness of the wells of Knowledge.

Discerning Truth, recognising Knowledge is the first elementary step to determine what the best and right course will be. From recognition of the fundamental principles we can know all the mechanics of this world.