Adolf Hitler: The Ultimate Avatar. limited edition

New release of the deluxe limited edition of Adolf Hitler: The Ultimate Avatar by Miguel Serrano (English Translation). Limited to 25 copies. Green Linen cover with quarter bound black leather with gold intaglio titles. The printed pages are of the finest black ink printing. Archival quality books. Please email:   hermitage75@yahoo.com.au  for purchase inquires. Please no Germanophobes, Third Reich haters, anti-Hyperboreans or anti-Aryans, only genuine individualized Hyperborean Fallen Angels…


NK Nuke detonated in London

Clearly this is a deadly nuclear bomb that just exploded in London.

 

Links to Nuclear Physicists in the Rogue State of NK

 

The nuclear bombs are extremely dangerous and are known to cause bad tooth aches in some human crisis actors.

 

Be vigilant and report any suspicious nuclear bomb sightings to these guys. They did the prop designs for Team America, they should be able to help you. God Bless and take care….Delendaziobot reporting, stay classy Ziobotworld…

 


Gesang.X

das Jüngstes Gericht

Gesang.X – by G.K.

My eyelids are a cocoon for the broken spirit to reside,

Keep them closed, let it hide, until the chosen day does come,

When the Geist is free to explode on its deadly winged flight.

HH

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Haus des Deutschen Sports, Berlin, 2016


Gesang.IX

das Jüngstes Gericht

Gesang.IX – by G.K.

The pathetic story of Man, it grinds interminably on and on.

Tiresome and venal, it’s time has gone on too long.

Pray for the End, pray for a perfect and all-consuming doom.

Pray for the wailing of sirens to herald the opening of its tomb.

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How to Play with Firecrackers

“Nukes” don’t exist…Nukes are part of Stagecraft, an element in theatrical production, a part of the Theater of War…Actors are called “Histriones”, traditionally…News Report:   Football Scores, Celebrity Wedding, Nuclear Firecrackers, Stockmarket, Panda Bears in Zoo…


The Path

The Path Before Me – By Arm Of Thor (Kamerad Curt)

They had started the morphine earlier that day. The fentanyl patches no longer worked as a shield for the pain. Staring in disbelief at my father’s sunken face in his hospital bed, withering away, bright blue eyes bulging, fat and flesh sunken to a horrific degree. The aggressive cancer obliterating the pain defenses of the heavy opiates…No defense against the pain…the impending. This fake earth we live on is being sucked dry by the forces that care not for nature or men. This second earth will be dead soon like the moon. Lunar = Death. Evil only cares about enriching Itself and using slaves of Atlantis to their end before moving on. This is accomplished by imposing frameworks for living that defy what is natural, i.e. Capitalism, Democracy and Usury. My father, who passed about a month ago, is symbolic of this world we live in. He was yet another mindless ziobot fumbling through life, but not ever knowing his purpose – he was just another cog in a massive wheel – within the the machinations of The Iron Age. Earth, this wheel, always turning clockwise, away from Nostalgia, further and further into the Age of Iron, destruction through explosion. He passed away not knowing the Truth. The worst death.

The first dream I had was at the broken antenna that is Externsteine, but on the back-side of the holy rock formation. As I looked up at Him in the rocks, where he hung for nine days without even mead to quench His thirst, to rediscover the meaning of the Runes for us. I heard a slight wind at my back, a rustling of the beautifully coloured German Fall leaves. I turned around and saw Him there, looking at me intently. After a moment, I asked Him, “Can I call you Father?” He answered, “Yes, but you do not know why yet.” “When will I know?” “Continue to follow The Path I laid out for you.” He replied. His words were of finality, as though He was certain I would continue to walk the Path of the Pilgrim. I looked back up at the rocks. As I did the air around me was like a vacuum…soundless…completely quiet. Then the very slightest Orphic music mingled with the leaves quietly stirring. I looked back again, but He was gone.

But He is not gone…He had never left me, I was simply not listening to Him. I was too busy doing drugs and whoring and lying, too busy to listen to the ancient wisdom of the blood within. That initial dream was all just my imagination…right? Wrong. Dead wrong. I now always listen to my Blood…within which carries the Nostalgia for what once was…perfection…The Golden Age…Thule Hyperborea. That is where my Father Wotan resides, waiting for the Sons of Wotan/Odin to gather and complete The Final Battalion to wreak unimaginable vengeance upon the Evil that is the Demiurge.

“Loyalty is my Honor”